#he wasn't even the pred

[writerofchub]

I saw some Lupin vore art and now I'm thinking about Goemon getting sumo sized

My affection for dudes with sword fetish is really off charts

[tamajiki2]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒!! 🫙 𝐒. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;

student/teacher relationships,

facefucking, age gap, pred reader,

manipulation and blackmail, top reader,

hehim amab reader, general dark content.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

it was a fucking mistake.

that was all aizawa could think of as he shakily knelt on the shiny white tiles that floored his office. sure, it was a mistake, but it was one he could actually feel. and best of all? it felt good.

a hazy night dancing with coworkers and a few too many drinks. terrible decisions, and groaning into the crook of someone's neck. a blurry face, and the hard imprint of a cock rutting against his back. he could hardly see anything, let alone remember. bright white and a loud, shuddering orgasm. he could've sworn he was floating.

however, his fun was promptly put to an end when he was met with one of his third-year students sitting lazily at the desk chair in his office the following morning.

"[ name ].", he warned.

you smiled. what you were so giddy about, aizawa wasn't in a hurry to find out. you were usually a quiet, mild-tempered kid who remained comfortably around his friends, and never behaved outside the norm of the average student.

he watched, puzzled, as you ignored his call and rested your legs on top of his desk.

so what was up with this brazen display of confidence?

"i don't think you understand the situation you're in, teach.", you chuckled and pulled your phone from your pocket. that fateful day, he was too wasted to recognize you and you were too horny— sorry, ambitious to reject this shining opportunity right in front of you. you turned the screen so that aizawa could see its contents clearly.

his heart dropped.

it was him, sprawled out on pure white sheets. his eyes were half-lidded and hair disheveled as he was fucked on camera. he looked like a mess. he hardly even had the sense to cover his face while the flash raked over his entire body.

you waved the phone around, watching aizawa's eyes follow it with a gaze of pure resentment. "sleeping with a student, mr. aizawa? gee, that's terrible. you could lose your job over something like that, you know?", you hummed, voice light and teasing.

aizawa opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

you continued, "it's alright though, i have no intention of telling. as long as you do me a teensy favor..." you gestured for him to come close and aizawa knew he had no choice. aizawa grit his teeth as you stood, now face to face with him.

"on your knees."

which brought him to now.

aizawa stared down at the floor when the familiar jingle of metal scraped at his ears. then, the rapid clinking sound of a zipper. a pool of dread filled his stomach. a long pause during which he didn't dare to look up.

two light slaps against aizawa's cheek. you were already hard. he couldn't miss the distinctive feeling of veins pulsing against his skin.

"open wide.", you singsonged, pressing your tip to aizawa's lips.

reluctantly, he did, and immediately wished he hadn't as you gagged him on his cock. you didn't waste a second setting a brutal pace. you gripped him harshly by the hair, groaning something about how sexy he was. but aizawa couldn't hear you over his own rhythmic choking. aizawa desperately grasped at your thighs.

"ghk—", his back was arching, body trying to struggle against your hold. his eyes were burning.

globs of saliva and pre streamed down his chin and splattered onto the floor. you fucked his throat pliant; aizawa could feel every trace and curve of your cock in his brain. you looked down at him and, god, that almost threw you over the edge. his eyes were sparkling and wet with tearful shame. he no longer had energy to glare at you. not like it would do anything anyway, with your thick dick down his gullet. stray hairs stuck to his face which framed it like a pornographic painting. aizawa kneaded the back of your thighs in a wordless plea. that only drove you further into your descent to orgasm.

he thought that he'd surely die at a particularly rough snap of your hips. you had tangled more of his hair into your grip, like a ponytail, and were punching the back of his throat. aizawa whined loudly.

"shit, you feel so good. 'm gonna cum."

you were rolling your hips now, instead of thrusting like before. aizawa thought that was worse. he was forced down to your hilt where he would stay for what felt like hours, gagging and swallowing around your cock while you humped impossibly deep into his skull.

you couldn't think of anything else except the feeling of his throat tightening around you. damn, he was addictive. you leaned over him further restricting his movements. there's a strangled noise from under you.

'it's almost over', he thought, but 'almost' didn't seem like 'almost' anymore as you began an onslaught more viscous than the last. aizawa found himself fading in and out of consciousness, his vision light and blurring. 

one last snap of your hips and you were buried deep into him. he felt your seed scorching his already-sore throat. you pulled away, absolutely relishing in the mess you made of shota aizawa.

a thick layer of fluids coated his face and dripped down the front of his longsleeve. while he coughed and spluttered for air, you felt oddly endeared to him. you gently massaged your hands through his hair.

"i'll see you later, teach.", you said sweetly.

again, the rustling of clothes followed by that metallic 'zzzip'. your sturdy hands left him and aizawa swallowed thickly. he was sure he looked terrible. he did his best to wipe away the worst of it with his sleeves. the fabric felt like knives dragging across his raw skin. he let out a deep sigh upon hearing your descending footsteps and the door slam shut.

he noted his next class starting in a few hours and grimaced. he'd have to hurry and clean up if he wanted to make it in time. beforehand, though— he looked down at the crotch of his pants that were dark and sticky with cum— he had a situation to deal with.

“shit.”

[ an; hey so let me know if you guys like this facefuck and aizawa mmm yum yum si or no ]

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Stupid idea

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: You thought he was a bad guy, so you *tried* stealing his money. Turns out it was a bad idea. Or was it?

Cw/triggers: Nsfw, p in v, pred/prey dynamic if you squint, only a little bit plot.

A/n: Trying to rob that merc with a mouth could end in a veeery sticky situation... I said could...

Normally you wouldn't run around and rob people, but this guy...

The first time you saw him was when he was chasing a guy, who was trying to shake him off by throwing stuff into his path, but the man chasing him was running after him like a bull chasing someone waving something red.

You didn't pay much attention then, but as you were minding your business, you saw them at a roof, with the guy in the grey jacket having no weapon, but then he stumbled upon guys who you thought were just helping the poor guy that got chased.

You saw the group taking out knifes, the man in the grey jacket had nothing, but he threw hands at them like no tomorrow. What was wrong with him?

Later, the man was the one holding a knife, with the group on the ground. Were they dead? You didn't know.

What you did was waiting for that man to come around a corner, before reaching into his pocket to snatch his wallet.

He was running after you like a mad man

Throwing stuff into his way only seemed to make him more determined to catch you.

He eventually catched you in an empty area...

--

And now he had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist while he was thrusting steadily into you.

"Did you really thought you could rob me and get away with it?"

He hit that special spot within you, stars clouding your vision, you were already at the brink of orgasm and all you could do was moaning, whimpering and squeeze his waist.

"But I gotta say, you were a good chase."

Just as he said that, those words were the last straw, causing you to crash down on him.

While he groaned at the feeling, he had absolutely no intentions to stop, still thrusting steadily into you, only increasing the pace a bit.

"Give me another one, thief." he ordered.

You winced at the overstimulation, your legs were feeling like jelly and you'd probably just fall off if it wasn't for him holding your legs in place.

"Fuck," you breathed out, feeling the pleasure returning.

He rolled his hips right into you, causing you to almost lose it even more despite already being as cockdrunk as you can get.

Marc chuckled hotly beside your ear. "What? Thought I wouldn't deal with you?"

His breathing got quicker, so did his pace, pounding into you rapidly to chase his release.

The familiar feeling in your belly grew more intense with every roll and grind of his hips.

He sure must be close due to his heavy breathing and grunting.

You were already close to another orgasm, your inner walls squeezing tightly as your second orgasm hit the wind out of you, followed by his frantic thrusts and a drawn out groan as he painted your insides white.

Your sweaty forehead slumped down on his shoulder as you tried catching your breath.

With a gentle roll of his hips and a content sigh, he pulled his softened cock out of you.

"I'll let you go. But don't do that shit again, we clear?"

"Yes." you nod.

Slowly, gently, he released your legs, steadying you to not fall.

"Good. Now you go mind your business and I'll mind mine."

While you adjusted your clothes, he adjusted his own clothes, then casually walked out of the alley.

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College Group Project - Part 2

Content: College Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Muscled Pred, Nerd Prey, Fatal Digestion, Unwilling Prey. Second part is about the hours-long digestion. Read the first part HERE.

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Max, still revelling in the euphoria of the moment, shifted his weight and tried to adjust to the new heaviness in his gut. Eli was no longer beside him, but rather, an unmistakable presence within him. The room seemed to have grown smaller in contrast to the impressive bulge protruding from Max's midsection. The silhouette of Eli's curled body was clearly visible through the taut fabric of Max’s shirt, his form outlined in the smooth curve of the stomach.

Max grunted slightly as he moved toward his desk. Sitting down wasn't as simple as it used to be. The chair creaked under the additional weight. With Eli inside, he had to spread his legs apart to accommodate the swollen belly, leaning slightly back to balance the shift in his center of gravity. He rested one hand atop the bulge, the other supporting him from behind, fingers splayed across the chair's backrest.

"Feeling snug in there, Eli?" Max chuckled, the vibrations of his voice coursing through his stomach, a tantalizing reminder to Eli of his predicament. "I must say, you add quite the weight. Didn't realize you were this… dense."

From the confines of Max's stomach, Eli could feel every movement, every breath his captor took. The walls of the gut squeezed and massaged him rhythmically, making any hope of shifting or adjusting himself futile.

Max's shirt, which was once loose-fitting, now seemed stretched to its limits. The fabric clung to the swell of his stomach, the seams appearing as though they might give way. There was a pronounced tightness around his midsection, the pressure from Eli's form making the belt on Max's jeans dig into his waist. The button looked like it might pop off any second.

"You know," Max began, running his fingers over the taut surface of his belly, tracing Eli's form, "I can't help but wonder how you're feeling right now. Completely surrounded, enveloped, unable to escape. It’s a bit poetic, don’t you think?"

He leaned forward slightly, the movement causing a tighter constriction within, making Eli all the more aware of his helplessness. "I hope you're comfortable," Max teased, "because you're going to be in there for a while.

With each futile squirm and shift from Eli, Max's belly rippled and shuddered. From within, Eli could feel the constant clenching of Max’s stomach muscles, making his enclosed space even more restricted with each passing moment.

“Ooh, a little fighter, aren’t we?” Max grinned, feeling the movements from within. “You know, all that struggling is only going to help me. It’s like you’re stirring yourself up, getting ready for digestion.” He chuckled, a dark gleam in his eye.

Max adjusted in his seat, the added weight and movement from inside causing him to shift uncomfortably. Every twitch and push Eli made had an effect. The tight confines meant that each prod was easily felt against the walls of Max's stomach. As he tried to find a comfortable seated position, he leaned back, spreading his legs wider to make room for the pronounced bulge. His jeans strained, the material digging into his thighs.

Reaching down, Max began to massage his belly, his strong fingers pressing into the contours of Eli's form. Despite the distension, the faint outline of Max's abs could still be seen, a testament to the hours spent in the gym. His fingers traced each of the muscles, emphasizing his control over the situation.

The pressure increased as Max began to squeeze deliberately, compressing Eli even further within the confines of his stomach. The sensation was intense, each squeeze forcing Eli to feel the powerful grip of Max’s innards. “Feeling the burn yet?” Max taunted. “My muscles aren’t just for show, you know.”

Eli’s muffled protests and desperate pushes against his fleshy prison were met with increasing amusement from Max. But as the minutes ticked by, and the initial thrill started to wane, Max’s attention shifted back to the task at hand.

“You know, Eli,” Max began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I invited you here to work on the project. And if you keep up this ruckus, it's going to be quite hard for me to concentrate.” He smirked, tapping lightly on his belly. “So, how about you settle down in there, huh? Give it a rest. Because either way, I have a project to finish.”

In the first hour, Max settled into a rhythm. The open tabs on his computer displayed articles, research, and data graphs. He found himself deeply engrossed, typing away as ideas began to flow. But every so often, he would feel a faint thud or a twist from within, reminding him of Eli's presence. At one point, he felt a particularly strong wriggle, which caused him to pause and chuckle. “Still trying to make your opinion heard, huh, Eli? Well, keep it down; I'm actually trying to work here.” With a smirk, he took a moment to stretch, his fingers lightly brushing against the top of the rounded bulge. The sensation seemed to still Eli, if only for a moment, before Max returned his focus to the project.

By the second hour, Max's stomach had grown noticeably quieter. The acids and enzymes were doing their job, slowly breaking down the intruder. Every now and then, however, Max would still feel a feeble movement. It seemed as though Eli, despite the odds, was holding on. Not that it bothered Max much. In fact, he took a certain pleasure in it. "You really are determined, aren't you?" he mused aloud, feeling a weak, fluttering push from inside. "But trust me, Eli, by the time I’m done with this project, there won't be much left of you to protest." He said it lightly, a hint of jest in his voice, but the dark undertone was evident.

As the third hour neared its end, Max's progress on the project was evident. Pages of notes, diagrams, and written content filled his screen. His concentration was occasionally broken by the slight gurgling sounds emanating from his midsection. The digestion process was in full swing. Eli's movements had dwindled to almost nothing, the occasional twitch reminding Max of his slowly dissolving passenger. "You know," he murmured, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "I almost missed our little back-and-forths, Eli. But I have to admit, you've been a… productive motivator." He leaned back, taking a moment to glance down at the now slightly less pronounced bulge. With a sly grin, he added, "By tomorrow, thanks to you, I'll have a completed project and some added muscle definition. Not a bad trade, if you ask me."

The room was filled with the soft hum of Max's computer and the occasional rustle of papers. But as the fourth hour began, another sound began to join the symphony—a desperate, frantic movement emanating from Max's gut. Eli, it seemed, was rallying his remaining strength, making one final, desperate bid for freedom. Each squirm, each attempt to push and stretch against the fleshy walls, only served to make Max more aware of the life within him.

"Back with a vengeance, are we?" Max quipped, feeling the surge of activity. He momentarily paused his work, resting both hands atop his belly, feeling the contours shift beneath his fingers. The rhythm of Eli's movements, previously weak and intermittent, now came in waves of intensity. "You've got spirit, Eli, I'll give you that." Max mused, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. But the smirk faded as a particularly strong jolt from Eli took him by surprise. It seemed Eli wasn't quite ready to give up.

By the fifth hour, Max felt a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. He had to adjust his seating position more frequently, sometimes leaning back to counterbalance the vigorous activity inside. He could feel every twist and turn Eli made, every push against his stomach walls. The sensation was… intense. More than once, he found himself pausing, taking a deep breath to collect himself. "You do realize," Max drawled, addressing his midsection, "that this is all in vain? But I do admire your tenacity. It's almost… commendable."

As the clock struck the end of the sixth hour, the once intense and frantic movements began to wane. Eli's energy was diminishing, the acids and the unyielding pressure of Max's stomach taking their toll. The once sharp jabs became mere flutters, then eventually, mere twitches. Max, sensing the decline, leaned forward, his ear almost touching his belly, listening intently. "Almost done there, Eli?" he whispered, his voice a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity. But all he got in response was a soft, almost imperceptible movement.

With a sigh of both relief and satisfaction, Max settled back into his chair. "You gave it a good run," he murmured, his fingers lightly drumming on his belly, "but now, it's time to finish what we started." As he returned to his project, Eli's once-vibrant presence faded, leaving behind only the slow, methodical work of digestion.

As the ninth hour approached, the room was cast in the soft glow of the laptop screen, accompanied by the rhythmic tap-tap of Max’s fingers on the keyboard. He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The project, which had consumed so much of his time and focus, was finally complete.

Closing his laptop, Max glanced down, taking a moment to admire the swollen belly that protruded from his frame. The gentle rise and fall as he breathed was punctuated only by the subtle gurgle of digestion at work. “Looks like I’ve finished on time, Eli,” he mused, giving his belly a gentle pat. "Thanks for the… motivation."

Standing up, Max moved over to the full-length mirror hanging on the door. Turning sideways, he assessed the pronounced bulge critically. “I guess I’ll be carrying you around for a few more days,” he murmured, poking the soft mound. “Maybe I’ll just tell everyone I’ve been indulging in a bit too much beer lately.”

Chuckles filled the room as he imagined the looks and comments he'd get from friends and acquaintances. "A beer belly, or rather an Eli-belly," he smirked, appreciating his own joke. "Either way, I guess we'll be spending a bit more time together."

With one last glance at the mirror, Max powered down his laptop.

[teenwolfvore]

Never Trust A Snake

Derek felt like a fool. He should have known that Jackson would have been upset about eating the last of the chicken inside of the fridge. Derek had been thoughtless at the time and was just hungry. He didn't think that Jackson would be upset about it. So much so that when Derek told Jackson about eating his chicken, Jackson said it was no big deal. He would just go to the store to buy more, simple as that.

It did not occur to Derek how good of a liar Jackson was.

Derek had lied down for a nap and assumed that Jackson was just going to the store to get some more food. It did not occur to Derek that Jackson was going to use Derek to supplement his loss of food. Derek was tied up by Jackson's tail and lifted out of his bed. Despite Derek's werewolf strength, there was little that the hairy hunk could do to stop Jackson. Jackson's tail might as well be a steel coil restricting Derek.

Jackson looked at him with a devilish grin as he lowered Derek's feet towards his mouth. Luckily Jackson didn't have to strip Derek of his clothes, he was already in his boxers. That was lucky for Jackson, not lucky for Derek. Derek's large feet are taken into Jackson's hot and wet mouth. They bulge in Jackson's throat as he swallows more of Derek's legs. Those hairy calves and thighs go down quickly. Jackson's experienced throat makes short work of Derek's powerful legs. It was truly a horrifying dilemma for Derek anyhow.

Jackson being an experienced pred gradually slides his tail upwards to restrict Derek. All the while Jackson consumes the lower half of the werewolf easily. Jackson's tongue laps at Derek's hairy crotch when his boxers are swallowed. Derek hated how it felt so good. It was one thing to be devoured, it was another to enjoy it. He didn't want to give Jackson the satisfaction. Too bad Derek was hard by the time his cock was in the back of Jackson's throat. By that time Derek felt his muscular forearms and hands were devoured too. Derek's feet now squish at the bottom of Jackson's gut.

That pink tongue tastes that hairy navel and abs as it slides up Derek. The older werewolf was feeling uncomfortable with how hot and sticky Jackson's mouth was. It was a humid and oppressive environment. Warning to how bad it was going to be inside of Jackson's gut. Derek could hear Jackson's breathing more clearly as Derek's hefty chest and shoulders are swallowed. Jackson was steady and consistent. Despite Derek being larger than him, the snake had no problem consuming that hairy wolf. Derek can even hear Jackson humming. The idea of turning this Alpha beefcake into food turned him on.

At last, Jackson was beginning to swallow up Derek's neck and head. Derek's body had bulged down Jackson's throat and into his gut. The last bit of food was about to be swallowed. Derek watched the light slowly be framed between Jackson's teeth. That tongue wraps around his head and pulls him down. The sound of Jackson's gulping could be heard in Derek's ears. Then it was the sound of Jackson's heartbeat. Just like the breathing it was consistent and practiced. Jackson did not struggle eating Derek and it showed. Eventually Derek feels himself round out inside of Jackson's gut. His entire muscular body was covered head to toe in saliva. He was forced to curl up into a tight ball. The pink fleshy walls crushed down on Derek and kept him from moving.

The air was stale and Derek could feel himself beginning to pass out. There was a sudden rush of air leaving the belly that expedites that process. Derek's vision begins to fade to twinkly white stars and darkness. The last thing that Derek is able to perceive is a hand rubbing on him from the outside.

Jackson was laid back in Derek's bed with a smug grin. He had just burped and out had flown Derek's boxers. The hungry snake continue to rub over his belly proudly. Derek should have known better to have touched his food and not have replaced it. He was even more foolish to believe that Jackson wasn't going to retaliate. But that was all in the past now. Derek more than made up for eating his food by becoming Jackson's. Just a proud bulge in his midsection. Jackson hums as he settles into a nap of his own. Although it was a more of a food coma as his belly begins to work on digesting that hunk of a werewolf.

[maviscat123]

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.

[ms--lobotomy]

@men-want-me-fish-fear-me gave me Lucius brainworms. Melt it

Summary: A hunt for a pet doesn't go as expected. Word Count: 762 Content Warnings: Smut, Pred/Prey, Lucius the Eternal, body horror, in my mind this is all consensual but I didn't specify in this fic so dubcon i guess, masc reader, public? Emperor's Children that are even worse than him. Also SMUT and potentially into DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT territory Image Credit: @squishyowl

The link in the chain snapped with a pop, and you knew it was time to run. You tripped over batteries and other such things he considered snacks, leaving marks and gashes in your bare feet. Fuck. You adjusted the small loincloth over your privates as you got back up. He was not only a Space Marine, but a gelatinous abomination and and affront to all gods but Slaanesh. You knew he knew you were free.

You opened the door, paying no mind to how loud it was. There were faces in the wall of Lucius's quarters, shrieking and yowling in pain.

"Run," one of them said.

"I'm fucking trying," you huffed under your breath as you left his quarters.

The ship was empty, eerily so. You felt the fleshy floor under your feet, and groaned as you started walking forwards. There weren't many full faces in here, thank goodness, but you felt a tooth every once in a while.

It wasn't long before you heard familiar, heavy steps. Slaaneshi mutations affected everyone in different ways; it gave Lucius fleshy hooves and made his tongue long and sandpaper-y. You shivered as you fumbled for another door, opening it with even more force than the last one.

There were the Emperor's Children, far away, but a flank was headed in your direction. You shrunk yourself back to avoid notice by them. The only thing more dangerous than Lucius was one of his brothers; in particular, any that didn't particularly like him.

You heard them picking up their pace. Shit. You looked for anything to hide in, hide behind. There was a tentacle sticking up from the floor, but in a cruel act of Slaanesh, it slipped back into the ground.

"What's over there?" one of the Emperor's Children asked.

You froze. You tried to stay still, but they bolted towards you with ungodly weapons in hand. Your eyes widened, and before you knew it, one of them grabbed you by the neck. You tensed up while he lifted you up to his face. His eyeholes glowed slightly, lighting up more as he spoke.

"Hmm..." he said, running a finger along your jaw. "Baseline."

Another one laughed. "Don't see those too often!" His helmet lit up just like his brother's.

The third one nodded. "Might be someone's pet. Be careful."

You were about to sigh with relief before the first removed his helmet. There was a horrid speaker where his mouth was supposed to be, and his eyes were two small black dots right where the bridge of his nose was supposed to be. You felt his breath? Noise? Upon your face. You shut your eyes, prepared for the worst, until a voice broke the silence.

"Hey! That's mine!"

You breathed a sigh of relief as Lucius came after you. His footsteps were rather squishy sounding, even more so than anyone's would be on this floor.

The Emperor's Children dropped you, scurrying away as he brandished his blade at them. His tongue was out, swaying behind him like a stray tentacle. He really did look like the galaxy's ugliest dog.

You tried to get back up onto your feet, but you stumbled on the fleshy ground of the ship. You felt him get closer to you, picking you up by your armpits. He looked you up and down, unhooking one hand to thumb at the bruise the first Emperor's Child left.

"I will deal with this..." he said, and you thought he was going to put you down for a second before he opened his mouth again.

"Later."

You nodded, going limp in his grasp. His green eyes surveyed you further, looking over every inch of exposed skin. He flicked the bruises and cuts on your feet, and you let out a yelp. His skin felt gelatinous on yours. It seemed he was melting as he touched you.

All of a sudden, he dropped you. You looked back at him, inching away. He chuckled.

"Go on. Are you going to run?"

You felt a lump manifest in your throat as your arms and legs failed you. You landed on a tooth near the surface of the floor as you went limp. That was going to bruise later. He let out a full on belly laugh, looming over you. He blocked out what little light there was in the hallway. He leaned down and licked your cheek with that sandpaper-y tongue.

"I'm going to fill you up with more cum than you have organs," he said, grabbing your ankle as you struggled under him.

"Pet."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

[bighungrywolf]

"I've been waiting for you, Bruce, we need to talk."

"Um… hey, Dan, okay… I don't know what you want to talk about, but… I'm in a bit of a hurry, if you want to talk about it tomorrow" replied Bruce, clearly nervous and trying to avoid a conversation that he knew exactly what it was going to be about.

"Oooooh, it's funny, I don't give a shit about your rush, just like you don't give a shit about respecting the limits that are set for you, do you, Bruce?

"I really don't know what you're talking about mate, you know I would never do anything to upset you, and that…" stammered Bruce.

"Cut the crap buddy, I know perfectly well that you've come into my territory and taken what wasn't yours, is it too much of a coincidence that you suddenly join the same gym as me and suddenly people start disappearing, which for once I had nothing to do with, right? You think you're so macho? Maybe someone needs to teach you again that you shouldn't enter another pred's hunting ground, and you should remember who the real alpha is here and who's in charge. And you know what they say, an eye for an eye… you hunt the ones that were going to be my snacks, and it's only fair that you give me back what was mine, isn't it?"

"Y…you're absolutely right, forgive me Dan, I'll find a couple…no, a dozen guys that are to your liking so you can feast on them" Bruce replied clearly flustered.

"Oooooh, my little Bruce, I think you've missed the point. Why would I want to devour people who are not even good as a first course, when I have the most delicious dish of the feast in front of me? Ironic, isn't it, the hunter becomes the prey, and it's about time someone showed you where you belong: in the stomach of a true alpha!!!! Guuuuuuuulp. Aaaaaaaaah, how I love to serve justice. Be comfortable in there, little buddy, soon my metabolism will transform you into a simple soup to feed this superior body. BuuuuUUuuRp"

[suzyandthefox]

An Accident

Inspired by this prompt! Thanks @opikarts

Even though the pred in question isn't a scientist and is just a tired college student

A sequel (or prequel?) to the last fic, But also works as a standalone

Accidental g/t soft safe vore, male pred and Non-binary prey

Warnings: 1 f bomb and very mild mentions of drugs.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie

"Say,Ryan, you never told me how did you find out that you can, Y'know, control your stomach?”

Oliver, still shrunken, asked his best friend.

The latter sighed heavily, and looked away for a moment.

“It wasn't fun at all,I can tell you that,” He adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on his bed, as he looked to his shrunken buddy, who was sitting on the counter beside him.

He remembered the events of yesterday,and how it was a hard experience that required a lot of courage from both Oliver and himself.

“It wasn't as easy as it was with you, either.”

“Wait… you did that before?” The idea of Ryan being someone who is used to swallowing living beings creeped out Oliver.

“Yes… and no.” Ryan seemed to be disturbed by just remembering how it happened. “Wait, how did you think I found out?”

“I don't know, but it definitely wasn't that,” Oliver shrugged. 

“Can you at least me tell what happened? Now I really want to know!” Oliver's curiosity was piqued, despite the logical part of him finding it gross and awful.

Ryan gave up and just shook his head.

“Very well,”

==========

It was a while ago, when Ryan was studying for one of his finals.

That particular night, he had a final that he was worried about. It was a subject that even a nerd like himself found complicated, and now that he recalls these events, he can't even seem to remember what it was exactly.

He had pulled an all-nighter that night, studying all the way to past midnight. 

His back hurt like hell, so he got up and stretched, his tired eyes fighting sleep. 

A large cup of Ice coffee would be great, he thought.

He walked to the kitchen, realising that he still didn't do the dishes and that they were there since dinner. “I will do these in the morning,” he told himself.

At that moment he was content with washing a single cup, and wandered around the kitchen to get the few ingredients he needed for the caffeine boost.

He must have taken way too long,or was way too deep in his thoughts to notice the change, because when he mixed the ingredients together,he didn't realise that there was an ingredient that was already there.

An ingredient that wasn't supposed to be there at all.

Ryan poured the coffee,the milk, the sugar,and the ice, and gave the mixture a good swirl with the only clean spoon in his apartment.

He downed the entire drink in one go, and that resulted in him choking on something.

In a stressful, painful moment, he felt a weight in his throat, something big and distinct, and he could swear to god that at the moment, it felt alive.

Lodged right above his esophagus, it took him a good few seconds of coughing and swallowing, before he was able to gulp down whatever interrupted his airway.

It felt very cold, so he hoped that it was just an ice cube. At worst cases, it might be a bug, he got chills in his spine just by thinking about that possibility.

He ran his hand through his black hair and sighed, realising that there's the taste of something that wasn't coffee on his mouth… Fabric?

He shook his head, the experience made him awake, that's for sure.

But as he sat down to study, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

It reminded him of when he felt that someone was in danger, or it was as if he had committed a mistake

In both cases, he was still uneasy and unsure of what to do.

So he closed that textbook, and tried focusing his senses on where he felt that uneasiness.

As he expected, it came from his stomach, of course that iced coffee had something off about it. He put a hand on his stomach as it ached, it was churning and moving, making him feel sick. 

It felt as if there's a warm weight inside him, a weight that shouldn't be there at all.

That's where it hit him…

It had a pulse, it was a living being.

Ryan desperately denied the situation, but his enhanced senses only proved the opposite. He pressed two fingers on where the being should be, and tried to trace its form. 

The thought of it being a bug or a mouse made him want to vomit, but the info he is receiving from his system implied something far worse.

That being wasn't squirming and flailing, but it was very much alive and awake.

His fear came true when he realized, as he pressed where the uninvited guest should be, that it was humanoid shaped.

And it was trembling, the poor thing was scared to death.

He thought the worst case was swallowing some sort of vermin but no, it was a sapient being, Borrowers were very much humans, in both how they looked and how they acted.

So for him to send one of them through this? When he is supposed to be a hero that saved people? Guilt clawed at him, ripping him to shreds.

He found himself rubbing his stomach, especially where the poor thing was, his heart heavy with fear for his innocent prisoner and heavy with guilt that ate at him.

He, of course, should've just tried to cough them up, but he felt a desperate need to comfort the poor little one, he wanted to hug them, it did not help at all that he was able to hear their faint, soft sobs as his senses were entirely focused on them.

If he could just… Keep them safe, and tell them they were alright, and put them somewhere comfortable.

As if his system reacted to his thoughts, he found himself thinking of the idea of controlling his digestive system, experimenting with something he wasn't sure about.

Perhaps it was his anxiety that made him think like that, instead of outright letting the borrower out, or perhaps he found it as an opportunity to test out something new.

So he attempted control over his digestive system, perhaps he could, somehow, stop the acids? At the very least, it would make letting them out a bit easier for both him and them.

“Eek!” The tiniest squeak was emitted from the poor borrower as the environment around them changed, and Ryan broke into millions of pieces at that sound.

He prayed that his stomach didn't hurt them that much, that by some sheer miracle, they were only minorly injured.

 Realistically, the process of digestion takes a few hours when it comes to meat, so he hoped that by this logic, his prisoner wouldn't be harmed that much.

He shook his head as he contemplated what to do, he could tell there was a change, an uncomfortable one for him, sure,but a change nonetheless.

But if he wanted to be fully sure, he had to ask the borrower.

The idea was stupid, it's not like the borrower would talk to him after what happened.

The boy put his face in his hands, he wanted to scream from his depths, this was all too much for him to handle.

At the very least, he had to get someone to think with him.

Emilia would know, she is used to him getting in weird situations like this, and despite looking like she doesn't care about anything, she always gave him solid advice.

He brought out his phone and immediately texted her, to his surprise, she responded.

“Sup” Her text appears on the glowing screen of his phone.

“Need ur opinion” He typed back, and proceeded to type a wall of text about the situation that just happened.

“NGL, thats pretty fucked.” The skull emoji she punctuated her messages with didn't help at all.

“What should i do??!!”

“Talk to them or something, dunno, but if u decided to keep them there, which is a rlly weird choice BTW, then dont just leave them alone, at least make it look like u care bro”

She was right, he decided to keep them, then he should talk to them.

He rubbed his stomach again, and decided to take Emilia’s advice.

“Hey,” He gently spoke, making sure to lower his voice as if he was afraid his voice was going to be too loud for them

He felt a shift inside him, the little one was surprised to hear him talk, he thought.

“Yes you, little buddy,” He spoke ever so gently, as if talking to a kitten. “Are you alright? Physically at least?” 

He bit his lip, he thought that the question was bold, especially when he was the one who put them through all of this.

“... Kind of,” Ryan's body tensed,he didn't actually think that they would respond, their voice was, understandably, muffled by his flesh and quiet from their fear.

If he didn't have enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have heard them at all.

“A bit shaken… but not dead, why are you asking?” The borrower asked, their voice echoing slightly in the flesh chamber that was Ryan's stomach, it was shaking, 

And Ryan found himself pressing a hand to his stomach, as if wanting to hold them, to cradle them.

“I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you, I should have been more careful and_”

“It wasn't your fault.” They interrupted him. “It was mine,I should have been more careful, going around in a human’s house, because of accidents like… this one.”

“Look, normally I shouldn't be trusting humans, especially one that, well, basically ate me…” Ryan was surprised at their shift and how talkative they've become, but maybe it meant that they trusted him.

“But, you did something here, I don't know what it is exactly, or if humans are supposed to do that, but it saved my life, I…I can tell you are a nice human.”

The borrower yawned softly, and Ryan gently patted his stomach, feeling how tired they were.

“Would you like me to let you out now?” He already knew their answer,but he wanted their permission in order to not throw them off guard.

“Actually… the thing you did with your stomach, the one that… doesn't make it deadly, how long does it last?” Well, that's not what he was expecting.

“Maybe a whole day or something, before it starts negatively impacting me…” Ryan wasn't going to go into detail about his powers to a borrower of all things. “Why are you asking again?”

“Look, I know it sounds weird and inconvenient but_” He hoped it's not what he was thinking about.

“If it's safe for me,can I spend the night here? It's soft and nice, if a bit slimy…” It was, Indeed, what he was thinking of.

He texted Emilia again, and to not make the borrower feel forgotten,he traced circles around his stomach with his other hand.

“Give me a moment.” He told them as he wrote his request to Emilia.

“M! i talked to them and now they want to spend the night in my stomach!”

“Pookie,if i didn't know how much of a goody two shoes u r, i would’ve said ur high as a fuckin kite.”

“Eh, let em sleep, they prolly had a real long night.”

Ryan closed the phone and threw it next to him, his attention shifted to his… He didn't know what to call them at this point, Guest? Tenant? Cargo?

“You can go ahead and rest…” He found himself speaking tenderly, as if the idea of them trusting him enough to rest was appealing to him.

“Thank you… sir.” The tired borrower yawned again and stretched, and Ryan felt their limbs brushing at the folds of his stomach.

“Sure…uhh… you're welcome.” He awkwardly replied as he gave his stomach a pat.

That night, Ryan wasn't able to get even a wink of sleep, and he wasn't able to move out of his bed either.

He feared that any wrong movement might wake up the sleeping little buddy inside his guts, or worse, squish them.

That, and his stomach was protesting with all it's might for not being able to digest it's resident, constantly gurgling and moving around them, but not enough as to wake them up.

So he spent the whole night staring at his phone, watching random videos of cats and doom scrolling.

He coughed up the borrower in the morning. It was a weird process for him, but he was glad that they were unharmed overall.

And they were grateful for him offering them protection for one whole night, even if it came at the cost of him failing his final.

At least, after that, Ryan had little good things happen in his life, he never lost a pair of socks,or a pen, or even a paperclip.

His phone was always charged, and generally, it seemed that the little one was trying to pay back for that one night of safety they had inside his belly, where no being could ever reach them.

He still hasn't seen them since he let them out, but he can respect and understand that.

==========

“You haven't seen them yet?”

“Yeah, but I understand the secretive nature of a borrower, besides, I wouldn't blame them if they are still scared of me after what happened. Maybe they asked to stay only because they were absolutely desperate, delirious even.”

“I see… But I can't believe you told Emilia before you told me!”

“She… gives good advice, and she is pretty reasonable.” Ryan blushes.

“She is a junkie, and a school dropout, if her advice was that good, she should've gone by it.” Oliver grumbled, even if Emilia was his friend as well, he still couldn't deny that aspect of it.

Oliver was then taken back by Ryan putting his thumb and index underneath his armpits, as if he was going to pinch his torso.

“Careful,tiny, you're still bite sized…” Ryan warned gently, his expression was still as calm and sweet as always.

There were a few things Oliver feared more than a threat from Ryan, no matter if they were jokes or real.

Oliver wasn't sure anymore if his stay with Ryan was as safe as he imagined, but it will be okay, Ryan was his best friend after all.

He wouldn't hurt his best friend, right?

Right?

[nomstellations]

Recursive Maintenance (Boot.hill x Reader)

hi this is a fic idea i've had for a while that i'm obsessed with. contains the following: gt vore, male pred, soft vore, safe vore, object vore, reader insert w gender neutral terms

Ever since you went independent and started your own shop as a mechanic, you've seen all kinds of colorful characters with ships and vehicles that told a story. You've even serviced some Intellitrons and cyborgs...but one client in particular stuck out to you with how frequently he visited. For the same issue, every time... Here he sat right in front of you, wearing an innocent-looking smile as if this hasn't happened countless times before.

"So, doc..." He always called you that, much to your chagrin. "I've been feelin’ real out of sorts lately. I can hear somethin’ rattling around in here…” He gestures to his metallic stomach, lightly rapping his knuckles against it. “But it won't come up no matter what I do! Think you can be a peach and help a Ranger out?”

You knew full well what he meant by “something”. He couldn't help but chuckle at your expression; he had the strangest habit of…swallowing bullets. Whole. You scowled and crossed your arms at him- when was he going to stop doing this and getting bullets stuck in his gut! You asked him, and he got deathly serious for a moment.

“No forkin’ way! I never let myself go without some extra ammo! And even if those IPC clock-punchers shake me down for everything I’ve got…there’s just one place they’ll never think t’look!” He grinned, showing you his sharp sharklike teeth. “But they won’t do me any good in a fight if they’re stuck in there, right doc? Can you give me a hand?”

You sigh. You’ve been through this enough times to know exactly what was wrong, and exactly how you were supposed to do it. No need for scans- you knew the bullets were in his stomach, and you knew his stomach wasn’t able to be opened. (Not that you really wanted to do that, you were a mechanic not a surgeon!)

This meant an unorthodox and strange approach on your part: going inside of him and dislodging the bullets yourself. You weren’t worried about being hurt, as a cyborg he seemed to be able to control his rate of digestion so the bullets would be undamaged…though his fangs always gave you pause. He always seemed to be very careful with you when you shrunk yourself for it, at least.

Speaking of that, it was about time for you to get to work…which meant getting the shrink gun out. You used this when you wanted a more close view of some delicate machine’s insides…but now you were using it for a rough and tumble man’s insides. All the while the ranger had a pleased smile on his face, which only grew wider as your body shrunk down. He reached over and plucked you off the table, looking you over with amusement.

“I've gotta say…I'll never get over how neat that little gun of yours is. You oughta let me take it for a spin sometime, doc…”

As he spoke, he was already lifting you over his face. His sharp teeth were on full display, glinting in the light as he grinned up at you. “Be sure t’ be gentle with me~ I know I will with you.”

Opening his mouth, he lowered you inside without another word. His tongue gently tasted you to cover you in saliva for your impending trip downwards, but you swore you heard a hum that wasn't a part of his inner workings. With a swallow and a gentle tug at your body, you were pulled down his throat. Here you were surrounded by more familiar sounds- the whirrs and humming of machinery, and the clicking sounds of some of his internal parts around you. You found the experience comforting; but you’d never admit it to someone like him. You can already imagine the smug look on his face…

Splashing down in the ranger’s stomach, you were deposited in a very shallow pool of fluid. The surrounding chamber grumbled and rippled around you as if it was greeting you, and you briefly wondered why it still acted like an organic stomach. Maybe it was just to bother you specifically as the walls came in closer in an effort to gently press against you…but you simply shoved back against them, turning on your flashlight to search for the swallowed bullets.

They stood out easily against his black synthetic flesh, covered in fluid and shining in the light. They were undamaged, but…they weren’t stuck anywhere at all! Did he seriously just lie to you so he could eat you?! Your world suddenly shifted, and the bullets clicked against each other as you nearly lost your balance. Outside, the outlaw had leaned back and kicked his boots up on the table he was sitting in front of. Crossing his arms behind his head, he licked the remnants of your taste from his lips and got comfortable for a short rest.

That confirmed your suspicions, at least. He was getting an earful from you whenever you got out of here- you weren’t just some snack he could show up and munch on whenever he wanted! You were at his whims until he released you, though…and the white noise and gentle whirring of his inner workings did well to soothe your brief flare of anger.

[keis-slut]

Sex In The Pizzaplex

fnaf

chapter iii. - Monty ⚠︎

CW: CHOKING, PRAISE, DIRTY TALK, TUMMY BULGE, FACE FUCKING, IMPLIED DEGRADATION, PRED/PREY MENTION, OVERSTIMULATION

My shift tonight was a little different.

Instead of cleaning up slobber and probably shit off the Daycare floor, and picking up random toys or baby pacifiers people had left behind,

or being fucked by the Daycare attendant...

I was assigned to clean Monty's room, tune his bass, and check if he had any damages on his shell.

I was a bit mortified to enter his room, even after hearing they all liked me anyway, I was still afraid Monty would be a bit

unpredictable.

But, I still went with it, maybe i'd get lucky here too. I could check another one off the bucket list.

As I approched his greenroom down Rockstar Row, I expected him to be angrily destroying everything inside, but it was silent.

Maybe he wasn't in there.

I furrow my eyebrows, wondering where he could be, but I shrug and continue anyway.

I scan my badge, and the door opens for me, revealing a dark, and trashed greenroom.

"oh, my..." I mumble, the door sliding shut behind me.

There was only one light in this room, still holding on by a thread, so it wasn't pitch black, but still not easy to see. It flickered as I walked further into the room, stepping on what seemed to be ripped up cardboard and soda cups.

As I carefully step forward trying not to trip on these things, I suddenly heard a noise next to me, before I was slammed into something behind me. My breath hitched as I hit the wall, and I look up to be face-to-face with the Gator as he bent down to get to my level.

"well, well, well...look who decided to visit..." He purrs his light southern accent, bringing a clawed finger to scratch at my chin.

"Hey, Monty" I greet casually with no shame, as I calm down from the unexpected scare.

"you know, I'm a little angry about the show today...talk about great timing" He pouts sarcastically, and my mind decides to be bold, knowing he was referring to his infamous angry tantrums we all heard daily.

"but who says you have to take your anger out like that? it's just more of a mess I have to clean..." I respond, slightly suggestive.

He narrows his eyes at me curiously.

"and what is it you are referring to?" He hissed, his face inching closer to mine.

"you're smart, aren't you? put the pieces together, big boy" I smile up at him, placing my hand onto his cold chest plate as he towered over me.

"don't taunt me" He pushes himself closer, and this gesture alone made between my legs pulse.

"i'm taunting you?" I sarcastically question, bending down and stepping out from under him.

He huffs and turns around, a low growl admitting from his advanced voice box.

"i'd watch your tone..." He warned, and I backed up into his torn red couch, sitting on it comfortably. I hum, placing my hands on my thighs.

"make me" I provoke purposely, and he stomps over to me, clasping his clawed hand around my jaw, from palm to fingertips making its way from my chin to the back of my head, he forced me to look up at him.

"you're one filthy girl, aren't you?" He snapped, as I purred into his large robotic hand.

"so you do understand" I laugh, bringing a hand to stroke his pelvic plate.

"I wanna know what you're hiding under here" I purr seductively, and his hand drags down as he wraps his metal fingers around my neck, squeezing it just enough to make my eyes roll and harder to breathe.

"Monty..." I moan breathlessly, his red eyes locked on me from behind the lenses of his star-shaped glasses.

He leans closer to my face, eyeing me as I bring a hand on top of his robotic one placed around my neck.

"who else have you done this with?" He growled, releasing my neck from his choking grip as I whine disappointingly.

"no one, you'd be the first" I lied, but he bought it as he perked up and his tail snapped behind him.

He leaned down a bit more, his big hand now placed on one of my thighs.

"I can smell you from here, slut" He snarls, trapping me on his couch as he then placed his hands on either sides of me.

"so needy" He teases, the end of his cold snout touching my nose, he was so close.

"just for you..." I admit, writhing beneath him and bringing my hand to gently caress between my legs as they're slightly spread.

"how about you take those off for me, baby..." He gestures a clawed finger to my pants, and I smirk, bringing my hands above my head and hooking them over the couch behind me.

"how about you take them off for me"

I was purposely giving him an attitude, hoping this would spark more of the anger inside him, annoying him to the point where this angry-sex had to be a thing.

And it seemed to be working as he snarled lowly, quickly bringing a robotic hand between my legs and completely ripping the fabric covering me to shreds with his claws. Shivering as the cold air touched my exposed skin, he eyed me like a predator, and my pussy throbbed knowingly being his prey.

"so wet already, you'd get fucked by anything, wouldn't you, slut?" He teased, reminding me of the fact he was an animatronic.

But shamelessly, yes, the thought of just being utterly destroyed by these heavily advanced AI robots really appealed to me.

And Monty was about to be the first.

I brought my hand between my legs and traced a finger along my soaked pussy, gently hovering over my clit as my hips jerked forwards.

"Monty..." I moan, and he lets out the darkest growl ever in response, so obviously leaking with desire as he crawled over me.

"yes, baby?"

"use me, please" I beg, barely pushing a finger inside me as his greenroom starts to grow hot and heavy.

I heard a low click from Monty's shell, and looking down slightly I noticed his pelvic plate open, shifting upwards as a large, green colored phallus-shape emerged from inside, slightly dripping with something green from his purplish tip.

"oh, use you?..." He snaps, suddenly grabbing my waist and lifting me off the couch, my back still pressing against the cushion behind me. I whine as he brought his leg up on the couch to hold himself up, and had no problem picking up my body like a weightless doll and bringing me down onto his cock.

"fuck, Monty!-"

I scream as his tip kisses my cervix, I could feel it, my walls clenching around him as it burned for a few seconds. He was so big and stretched me so quick, it took me a little to adjust.

"you asked for it, baby, and look at you"

He squeezes my waist tighter, and I bring my arms to hold myself up against the couch.

"taking me so well, like a good girl"

He held the bottom half of my body up as he slammed into me, only slightly able to see how his tip rubbed me so deep as it bulged on my lower tummy.

I throw my head back with a mewl as my pussy hugged him in all the right places. Suddenly, he had shifted on his leg, leaving me to shift on him too. A loud whimper emits from my throat as that shift had him teasing my g-spot, my soft walls now clenching harder around him.

"you feel so much tighter now, baby, you wanna finish on my cock?" He asks, knowing all too well of the pure bliss I was in, unable to make out a proper response.

I felt something release from my core as my vision went hazy, my head lolling to the side as I assume I had finished.

But he didn't pull out.

My mouth hung open as my eyes squeezed shut, and I felt his hands remove themselves from my waist and travel down my legs. He pulled them so my heels were brushing his shoulders, his hands placed on my thighs as he crawled onto the couch, pushing himself deeper inside me, my legs shaking.

"you said use you..." He growled, harshly pulling himself out before plowing in again.

"so i'll use you 'til i'm done" He adds, slamming into my overstimulated cunt as I cry.

I didn't want him to stop, I was extremely overstimulated but it felt so good as he probably forgot I was even a real person for a bit. Grunting, growling, scratching, using me angrily. He fucked so recklessly, his sunglasses had fallen onto my chest, but it didn't stop him.

He brought a clawed hand to my shirt, using a nail to rip the buttons off, it flying open to reveal my bra, breasts spilling out from his thrusts.

He took his nail again and brought it between my boobs, hooking it onto my bra and pulling it. And with a snap, that was off as well, my breasts bouncing free.

I needed new work clothes now...

His thrusts grew sloppy eventually as I laid almost lifeless, letting him throw me around however he pleased because, from the second orgasm I had built up, it pleased me too.

He pushed himself into me deeply as he sat there for a second, letting my pussy carefully wrap around him before he sharply pulled out, my squirting climax getting all over his chestplate.

I whine as I try to catch my breath, relaxing as he stood up.

But he abruptly grabbed my arm, and my eyes snap open widely as he pulls me to sit up.

"you think i'm done with you?" He snarles with a low chuckle. I sat on my knees as he approached me, his cock perfectly at eye level as I was still on the couch to be tall enough.

"let's see how well your throat can take me now" He snarls, gripping at my hair harshly as I moan. He brings his other hand down to my jaw, using his thumb to pry my mouth open.

"open your pretty mouth for me, baby" He pleads.

He went from being completely ruthless, to sweet in a matter of seconds, but what's so hot about it is that "sweet" was an act to pity me. To look down on me, to make me feel small. And It made between my legs just pulse for more.

I shifted so I was able to sit on my foot, the pressure just enough against my clit to get me off, rolling my hips subtly.

His hand that had pried my mouth open made it's way to my hair too, pulling at it as he brought his tip to my lips. I open my mouth for him and he immediately thrusts, his head choking me. My eyebrows knit as my eyes roll to the back of my head, a loud moan vibrating against his cock. He fucked my face in such an animalistic way, not stopping to let me breathe. I had drool seeping from the sides of my mouth as he pet the top of my head, and slipped himself to the back of my throat.

"I love how well you take me...doesn't matter how" He admits, a low growl rumbling from his voice box as he thrusts, holding it there for a second before a liquid spilled on the back of my tongue.

It wasn't warm, and not salty, but rather sweet and a bit bubbly.

He pulled out of my mouth, my lips making a pop as his release spilled from my lips slightly.

"you're so pretty with my mess all over you, baby" He praised, bringing a clawed thumb to my lips again and sticking it in my mouth. I looked up at his eyes, staring at him as I circled my tongue around his nail, still rutting myself against my foot, attempting to get off for the third time.

I sucked on his thumb as he loomed over me, watching me as I pathetically attempted to get off with a needy whine.

But his stare was only helping as I felt a release in my core, the adrenaline in my body now abandoning me.

He retracted his finger from my mouth, and closed his pelvic plate as I threw myself back onto the couch with a moan.

"come back anytime, baby"

[twsted-kinks]

YOOO hey bro i got a wonderful ask for you!! idk if this tickles ur fancy or whatnot but what abt -

some leona/afab!reader, rough sex, and perhaps some predator/prey funtime? like girlypops (reader) is just trying to get around the dorm and then BOOM here comes mr slutty slut (leona). throw some piss in there if that makes u jump with joy

also, thoughts on barbed dicks? saw that in a leona fic once. god damn.

love your writing!!

-may I be your 👾 anon?

>minors and ageless dni<

👀 👀 👀 Rough sex? Pred/prey? Barbed dicks? Piss? Hell fucking yeah! Also you can definitely be my whatever emoji that is anon! (Sorry my phone for some reason doesn't want to copy and paste it). Also this one kinda got away from me so also have some other kinks thrown in.

Lion's Slut (Leona x Afab Reader)

Content Warning: rough sex, pred/prey, barbed dick, exhibition, stalking, vouyerism, dubcon, noncon but everyone is enjoying themselves, degradation, Leona calling Yuu "bunny", breeding, reference to Yuu fucking Ace and Deuce, reference to Yuu being free use, free use, Yuu be a slut, can skip the piss at the very end

You don't know exactly when it started, but something peculiar has become a common occurrence in your everyday life. A pair of eyes always watching, a predator hunting you from shadows and foliage, a nose always able to follow your scent wherever you go. You were never sure who or what was following you until one day, when the predator finally pounced.

You were just outside the Ramshackle Dorm, admiring the stars as you laid in the grass. That's when you heard it, movement. Something shifted in the unkempt weeds. You partially sat up, resting on your elbows when you looked around. It was probably just some small animal trying to find some food, but something felt off, something wasn't right. Thats when you saw two reflected dots of light. Two green eyes stared back at you. A chill ran through your body, the hairs on your body stood up, and you froze. For a moment, the two of you sat still, staring at each other. Until, finally, your sense of flight kicked in.

You were given no time to adjust. The cock pulled back slightly before it was shoved in even deeper. In only a few harsh thrusts, the man on top of you was rutting into you, balls slapping your clit as his entire cock plunged into you again and again. Every time he pulled out, his barbs tugged on your walls, making your toes curl. You heard deep grunting and growling next to your ear as the man nibbled and licked your ear. The man tried different angles until he finally got a loud whimper from you. His abusive fucking then aimed for that same spot, making your legs shake. You needed more, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Then, you finally snapped, cumming all over his cock and drenching the torn clothes and floor below you.

You ran as fast as you could. You stumbled, almost tripped, but ran all the way to Ramshackle's door. You yanked it open, almost passing through, when a heavy weight suddenly hit you and forced you to the ground. A single swipe from a set of claws tore your sleeping shorts to spreads, exposing your cunt to the cold night. Before you could fight back, before you could even scream, something hard, thick, and textured is forced into you, stretching you cunt open in such a painful yet pleasurable way. Your mouth was hung open as your moan was muffled with your assailants fingers while his other hand ripped your sleeping shirt open, revealing for bare chest.

"You're such a fucking slut." The man grunted into your ear. "Went from scared bunny to desperate whore cummung on my cock as soon as I slipped into you, huh? Bet this little bunny wants to get bred, get filled with my cum."

You moaned around his fingers, drool running down your chin.

The man pulled his fingers out and shoved your head to the floor. "Answer me slut. You enjoying yourself?"

"Yes!" You panted. "Fuck- Your cock- Your cock is amazing!"

The man laughed. "Fuck, you really are just a little bunny in heat. Want me to stuff you with cum, slut?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Your hips twitched. You were so close again. "Breed my cunt! I need your cum inside me!"

A loud smack rang from him slapping your ass.

"You're such an easy fuck." The man laughed. "I bet I could walk up to you in a hallway, tell you to drop to your knees, and you'd suck my cock then and there, doesn't matter how many people would be watching."

"Yes! I'm just a walking fleshlight! All my holes are free to be fucked by every cock on campus!"

He smacked your ass again. "Is that why I always smells those Heartslabyul idiots' cum on you?"

"Yes!" You were so close to cumming again. "I'm always free for them to fuck! My cunt, my ass, my mouth, they can use them, you can use them, anyone can use them!"

"Fuuuck-" The man was panting as his thrusts were losing their rhythm. "Horny slut- Take it! Take my cum!" The man bites your shoulder, sharp teeth digging into your flesh.

"Fuck, yes! Cum in me!" You screamed, cumming as you felt the man's cum filling your womb.

You're not sure how long that night lasted, but you know you both came multiple times. When the fucking was finally over, you were rolled over by the man to see Leona standing above you, holding his cock.

----Piss stuff---- (look for ----Piss Stuff Over----)

"Fuck, you make a good fucktoy. Bet you make a good urinal too."

You open your mouth eagerly.

"Good, slut." Leona chuckles as a dribble of piss escaped his cock and dripped onto your chest. The stream got stronger quickly, spraying your face and drenching you hair. Leona aimed the stream into your mouth, and you gladly filled your mouth and swallowed. Leona then aimed the stream on your chest and down your torso to your cunt. You opened your legs spread eagle, pulling your lips open as cum drips out of your hole. His piss drenched your pubes and covered your cunt.

----Piss Stuff Over----

"Fuck thank you, Leona." You ran your fingers between your folds, running your finger through the mess he made. "Anytime, anywhere, you're free to use me however you want."

And that's how Leona has become one of your regular fuck buddies. He stalks you whenever he's horny, pounces, and breeds whatever holes he wants to use. Sometimes you fuck in more private spaces like an empty lecture hall or janitors closet, but most of the time he just fucks you in public. Sometimes you ride him in the locker room after a Spelldrive practice when the team is meant to be showering. Sometimes you suck his dick in the garden not caring who walks by. Most often he hunts you down and drags you to Savanaclaw and fucks you for all the dorm to see. Sometimes an audience remains an audience, keeping to themselves while they enjoy the show put on, while other times members of the audience join in and stuff your holes alongside Leona.

[intestinalemphasis]

"For the Long Haul"

(unwilling prey, digested with food, safe/non-gorey digestion)

-

It felt there would be no end in sight. All his world had become this thick, crushing darkness, and smothering heat, his life reduced to a hunk of meat inside a damp chamber, intent on taking its time with him. He was in for the long haul now, surely.

He'd been struggling for hours now, surely. Fighting and kicking and struggling, to no avail. He came close once, upon a massive belch the pred released that he pushed through to get to the back of their throat. But only a hand managed to get far enough up to feel the cold air of the outside world, before the pred took another thick swallow, sending them back to the abyss.

He grunted as he was jostled around again, feeling nauseous and dizzy from all the jostling and pushing around. He couldn't tell where gravity was going anymore, sometimes feeling upright, sometimes feeling upside down. These slick walls squeezed and massaged into him constantly, keeping him in place enough not to leave, but not so in place that he wasn't slipping around every other minute. He felt so gross, covered in slime and whatever stuff the pred had eaten beforehand. An ominous groan in his ears alerted the fact that he was on his way to becoming the very stew he resided in.

That was only added to the fact that a bunch of mush started raining onto him. He spat and struggled, pushing against the walls to no avail. His pred was eating again, filling his already too tightly cramped personal chamber with more food. Liquid poured in, sloshing around and basting him in...what was that, root beer?

The filled organ burbled around him, squeezing tight around its prey, until an almighty belch forced its way out through the pred's mouth, echoing back into their stomach walls. The prey tried to squeeze himself up their throat, following the trail of expelled air, but he was unsuccessful, sliding back down into the pit he was trapped in. Surrounded by mush. Mush that he would soon enough become a part of. Whether he liked it or not.

The uncomfortable jostling and sloshing continued. Liquid was filling the chamber even quicker, stomach acid and sweet soft drinks mixing together with food bits into a frothy slop. It was too hot, the prey couldn't tell if they were just sweating or if they were starting to melt. It was getting hard to breathe in this pit. They tried to struggle again, finding themselves weak and dizzy. Their body was starting to lose its shape in the muck, becoming squishy and sticky.

They pushed against the walls, begging to be let out of this prison. They could hear the pred chuckling, saying something unintelligible. Were they actually listening to them!? The prey pressed their hands against the surface of their pred's belly...and were met with a painful *SQUISH!* against them, kneading and massaging their food, and compressing them deeper into the slew they were becoming.

All he could hear around him now was the sloshing and gurgling of a happy, full belly, enjoying him, digesting him, turning him into a nutrient goop. His form was sliding down into a near puddle now, mixed with all the other contents of the stomach he was destined to be the meal of. The most liquified parts of him were being slurped down further, deeper into the pred's intestines to be pumped through. He whimpered, feeling the last of his being starting to slip away from him. He was food. Mush. Nothing more than another meal for this beast to have.

Another loud groan rumbled through the full organ, and the rest of the pred's dinner funneled down into the rest of their system...

[conchoronzon]

is it possible you can do a vore story of a stepfather accidently voring his step son

Here's a quick one for ya! Though maybe I'll write a longer form one soon too :p

Frederick paced around in the hotel bathroom with his heart pounding heavily. He was sweating. It was hard to think. His husband wasn't answering the phone. Shit. He'd been a pred ever since he was 24. Twenty years later, he was well practiced. He'd swallowed and churned down plenty of preysluts over the years. He even had a collection of his favorite skulls back at home. But in all that time, he always played for keeps.

Unfortunately, that meant he had no fucking idea how to regurgitate someone, how to let them out before digestion started. That was a problem.

See, his son's bachelor party was that night. No doubt he and his friends were off partying in Ken's hotel room. They'd even ordered a cake, it turned out. But they didn't mention that to Frederick. They also never thought it pertinent to bring up that Fred's step-son Liam had been Ken's pet bottom ever since Fred married Liam's dad. So when Freddy was headed to the room and he saw that massive cake waiting there, when his stomach growled and he lunged, quick, hungry, monstrous, gulping it in one bite, he didn't even know Liam was inside.

That was until he burped and got a taste of man. When Liam started squirming in his gut. When he started talking and Frederick recognized his voice.

He'd been trying his best to calm Liam down in the bathroom for the better part of twenty minutes. He kept trying to call his husband. They'd agreed a long time ago that their sons were off the menu. But here Frederick was with a gut full of Liam and no idea how to let him out...

He keeps trying the phone. Hopefully his love picks up soon and knows how to deal with accidental prey... Elsewise, Freddy will be flushing his step-son away the morning of the wedding and crying over his skull in the trophy case when they got home.

[maviscat123]

ORIGINAL STORY BY CHUBBYMENVORE.

Ron pulled into his driveway and up into the garage of his small suburban home. He carefully parked the car and shut off the engine of his cheap sedan, the noise of the engine finally stopped ringing in his ears. He rubbed his eyes, the long week finally coming to an end. He reached over to the passenger seat, initially going for his briefcase, before a small green object caught his eye. An old baseball cap, with a worn rim and a logo he recognized from the local university sport teams was on the floor. In his burnt-out state it took him a few seconds to remember who it belonged to. It finally dawned on him that it belonged to this nice young man he picked up at the bar a few weeks ago. A familiar feeling washed over him as he picked up the hat. The young guy followed him back to his seedy motel room in the hopes of getting laid, but Ron was there for a different urge.

The older man looked down at his belly. He was in his mid 50s, but he'd been dealing with his problem for over 3 decades. Back in his 20s, he started having problems with his appetite. He suddenly became insatiable. It got so bad that he ate entire months worth of groceries in a single sitting. Nothing would satisfy. He went to the doctor, and with just one look the doc told him words that would haunt him.

Being told he was a Pred and his problems stemmed from not eating enough put him in a downer mood. He initially tried to live with it, swearing not to eat anyone. He lasted a few weeks, but eventually, just like every Pred, he relented when he saw his neighbor swimming next door. It was his first meal, and it drove him wild. Swallowing the man was second nature to him, not even having to pause or slow himself as he easily wolfed him down. After being hungry for so long he finally had the relief he so desperately needed. That full feeling. It was euphoric for him. His big pot gut wiggling about as his poor neighbor struggled in vain was too good to pass up. Despite that amazing feeling, he swore off eating others.

It didn't last, however. A little over a month later, the hunger came back. He tried to hold it off, but it never subsided. He relented again and again. He ate a co-worker, a mail man, a multitude of delivery guys, another neighbor, and finally one of his good friends over the course of a few weeks. He finally asked the doc for help, and he was put on some appetite suppressants. After months of eating dozens of poor guys, he finally had his insatiable appetite under control with the help of the meds. Even now, years later, they had helped him live a somewhat normal life. However, now a few decades later, they were starting to lose their edge.

He'd been hiding his 'affliction' from everyone. His co-workers, his boss, his friends, but most importantly; his family. Most of the time it wasn't a concern, as his medication kept his urges in check. Some days though his primal needs slipped through, and he had to relent. There were no early warnings for him, just randomly at some point in the day he would become ravenous. His stomach would ache like it had been withheld food for days. And he started seeing everyone as a delicious 3 course meal all in one.

Sometimes it would be months, and even had gone over a year a few times without having to eat some poor guy. Hiding it from his son, however, was usually pretty easy. His urges would usually come around lunchtime, and he would take the day off of work and go find somebody he could stuff down his gullet. He'd gone to dating sites, hookup apps, and local bars to find someone he could easily lure to some dark private corner to wolf them down to appease his appetite.

His hunger had almost gotten him caught once though. Shane and his buddies had gone out to the bar and invited him to come along. Ron knew all of Shane's friends for a while now so having him come along wasn't awkward or out of place for them. The night was going fine right up until Ron felt that unmistakable rumble deep in his belly. He knew he couldn't leave or hold off for the night. It had been over a year since his last Pred urges had called, and he needed to sate it. It was like an itch that could never be relieved, unless he had some poor man digesting away in his gut.

He went to the bar's restroom and scouted out a meal. He waited in the big stall at the end for potential meals to come in, peeking through a small crack in the door. Men came and went while he sized each of them up. Too big. Too small. Too skinny. Not meaty enough. Too drunk. Too strong looking. He profiled everyone like he was picking off a menu. Finally, some chunky blue-collar type walked in, and Ron picked his mark. Without any hesitation, Ron dragged him into one of the stalls and worked him into his mouth. It wasn't dignified or pleasant for either of them, but it had to be done. He couldn't even remove his clothes since he had to hide the evidence. It took several minutes, but soon Ron was alone in the stall, with a gut jutting almost 5 feet from his chest, bulging, squirming, and stretching in every direction.

He braced himself against the wall of the stall. He hated this part. Despite how good it made him feel, he was always guilty about it. Having to put someone through this ordeal to satisfy himself. To keep himself from going off the deep end from having to endure his never-ceasing hunger. He sat back on the toilet, letting his gut rest on his lap as he tried to put the thoughts of what was happening in his gut out of his mind. He tried to reason with himself like he always did, justifying his actions with the notion that it would be over for his meal soon and how he wasn't as bad as other Preds who ate people daily.

Ron had gotten away with it. His gut was satisfied, and nobody was the wiser. At least he thought that for a few moments until he heard his son walk in the bathroom and call for him. They were getting ready to leave and were waiting for him. He was stuck, a great gut full of squirming meat, and a time limit before his son would get suspicious. He tried to digest faster. He squeezed his gut. Kneaded the bulges down. Tried to do up his shirt to hide his girth. Nothing worked.

He belched out his air, which at least caused him to lose a bit of girth. He had to hurry. He squeezed harder, but the distinct man shaped bulge in his gut was too obvious to hide. He tried to reorient his meal to hide it better, but his gut soon started to gurgle loudly. Digestion had started, but it would take hours and hours to churn his meal down to where his gut looked normal. He had an idea, but it was cruel. He had no other choice and had to go for it. He backed up to one side of the stall and ran, gut first, into the wall. A sickening crunch was heard, before all movement in his gut ceased. The bulges had smoothed out slightly, and with some more kneading and squeezing, he got his belly looking presentable, albeit significantly larger than before.

Neither Shane nor any of his friends caught on to Ron's excess girth he had suddenly claimed from his long trip to the restroom. They all drove home in the car with him, all unaware of the extra passenger Ron had taken on in the bar's restroom. He swore off eating with his son so close by ever again. He tried to put it out of his mind, but all he could think about the entire drive home was the sharpness of the crunch when his gut hit the wall. It played in his mind every time they went back to that bar, but like every meal he had ever eaten, their last moments stuck with him.

He'd only eaten a few dozen people over the years, and the young man he took to the motel room from a few weeks ago was one of them. He had some fun with him, but the entire time he knew what was coming. He tried to hold himself back, but he couldn't help himself. He tried several times to let him go, even while in the middle of eating him. He tried to pull him out of his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to let his food go. He stayed awake all that evening as he lay on the cheap motel bed, full of regret of what he was putting this young man in his stomach through. It wasn't right, but he couldn't undo what he did. His gut slowly going from wiggling, to still, to loudly digesting his meal away. His hunger was sated, and he hoped it would be for the last time.

Ron took the hat with him as he got out of his car. He sighed as he squeezed his girth between his car and the wall of his garage. He tossed the hat into one of his trash bins as he passed by, disposing of the last of his previous meal. Walking into his house he was met with a loud cacophony of shouting, dramatic music, and some explosions of some kind all coming from his den. It took him a moment in his tired state to realize it had to be a movie of some kind. He walked into the den and saw 8 young men all splayed out on the furniture watching the movie. The room had a large sectional couch sitting in front of a large TV, and there were all kinds of snacks and food on the cheap coffee table. They were somber all things considered.

His son Shane had friends over. Being a Friday, it wasn't uncommon for Shane and his buddies to hang out and drink and have a fun night playing games or watching movies. His son still lived with him and helped pay the bills since he wasn't going to college, and rather instead took a labor job down at the docks. It was where all he and his friends worked together. They had the weekends off, so they mostly just drank, smoked, and goofed off on their days off, all happy with where they were in life.

"Evening lads." Ron announced.

"Hey Mr P!" Wes, one of Shane's friends waved.

"Hey Dad! Work okay?" Shane asked, grabbing a few of the nachos from the table.

"Not too shabby. You guys need anything?" Ron asked.

"Nah I think we're good. We got a bunch of snacks in the kitchen, and we ordered a bunch of pizza." Shane said.

"Good. I'll be in my room reading." Ron said.

"Okay Dad. Help yourself to some of our snacks if you want."

"Will do." Ron said as he left the room.

He made his way to the kitchen and saw a bunch of snacks all over the counter. There were chips, cookies, mini doughnuts, brownies, tubs of cookie dough, cinnamon rolls, pastries, pizza rolls, cream puffs, fries, bagels bites, and a load of others all over the counter.

"Jeez." Ron gasped. He knew that his son and his friends ate a lot, but this was a ton of food even by their standards.

He grabbed a few pizza rolls and a cinnamon roll. While munching on them, he scrolled through his phone and caught up on some news articles. When he finished, he decided to go relax in his room and read more of his novel for the evening until he would make something for dinner. As he was leaving, he saw the brownies, which were his favorite. They were homemade, and there were four square trays, but one was empty and another had a few taken already. He shrugged and grabbed three, slowly eating them as he made his way to his bedroom.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, letting his large beer belly and large fat pecs jut out from their confines. He sighed as he took off his pants, leaving his underwear on as he lay on his bed. He stretched out and scratched at the light hair by his navel, letting his gut rest above him like a small hill. He grabbed his novel and reading glasses from his night table and settled in, opening up his book to where he last left off.

-

20 minutes later, Ron felt sleepy. It was weird for him to feel this way so early since he had a consistent sleep schedule. He closed his eyes for a few minutes until he was awoken by a loud noise.

*GLORP*

He put his book down on the bed and listened. He heard it again, but it got slightly louder. He sat up from the bed and his belly rumbled deeply.

*GUUUURGLE*

His belly suddenly ached with hunger. It felt like he hadn't eaten anything all day, which was mostly true. He grumbled as he thought that he should have some actual dinner. He got up and grabbed his house coat and put it on, his gut making it hard to fully close. He made his way back into the kitchen to get some food when he saw the snacks again. Several of the snacks were gone and several plates were empty. He noticed the brownies were still there and grabbed another three while he opened the fridge to make some sandwiches. As he was eating the brownies, his belly began roaring at him, demanding more. He began cramming the brownies in, barely chewing as he wolfed them down.

"Why am I so hungry?" He looked down at his large gut while it churned and burbled. The brownies soon weren't enough, so he grabbed more snacks. He finished off the tray of brownies and grabbed the twinkies. He barely unwrapped them before he shoved them in his mouth and swallowed them down. He grabbed a tub of cookie dough and ripped the lid off. He tiled his head back and dumped the entire extra-large tub into his mouth. He forced his mouth closed and swallowed, letting the massive 20lb lump of cookie dough slide down his gullet and drop into his belly.

"Ahh." Ron gasped as he felt the cookie dough reach his belly. His gut stopped grumbling and he felt satisfied for the moment. He returned to the sandwiches he was making before.

And then his belly roared again, the hunger returning almost tenfold. He quickly went through the next 3 tubs of dough and tossed the empty containers aside. He anxiously grabbed more food, gulping it down as fast as he could. With most of the snacks finished, he sought to raid the fridge. He opened the fridge and grabbed anything he could and shoved it in, some things still even had wrappers on them. His belly began to swell as it continued to rumble in extreme hunger. He saw the chicken sitting on a platter in the fridge. He gasped as he reached in and grabbed it in pure desperation. He opened his mouth and shoved it in. He felt his throat open wide to accommodate the cooked bird as he crammed it between his lips. Once it was fully in his mouth, he closed his lips and laboriously swallowed. He could feel the large lump stretch out his throat as it slowly descended down his fat neck and vanished into his belly. His belly swelled out further with the addition. His housecoat's belt came undone, letting his gut jut out of the front.

Again, the hunger subsided for a moment and again it came back. He continued to cram anything he could in his mouth. Apples, oranges, eggs, lettuce, cake, chicken, cold cuts, cheeses, peppers, milk, melon all went down his gullet and into his belly. The sandwiches were out of the question now as he had eaten the entire loaf of bread whole, along with the other 4 of them. He finally reached for the watermelon. He pulled it out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. He quickly looked for his large knife to cut it but couldn't find it.

"Fuck it." Ron muttered. He grabbed the melon and opened his mouth wide. He pushed and crammed the large melon into his mouth. He felt his jaw stretch wider and wider as more of the melon was pulled in. His lips finally slid over the widest part of the melon, and it began to slide in faster. In one massive gulp, Ron powered the large melon down his gullet. He clawed at his throat to help it down as the large lump made its way down and finally vanished into his large belly. Ron gasped as he felt the melon land in his gut among the other food he had swallowed.

"Hey Mr P." A voice said.

Ron turned around to see Simon, one of Shane's friends, standing there. He was carrying 8 extra large pizza boxes.

"Uh Hi Simon." Ron said, his belly grumbling loudly.

"You okay?" Simon asked while he put the pizza on the counter. "Your stomach is really loud."

"Yeah.." Ron trailed as the grumble grew louder. "I'm just really hungry."

"Well do you want some pizza? We got a lot." Simon said, opening the box on top of the stack to reveal an extra-large greasy pepperoni pizza.

Ron licked his lips as his belly roared and grumbled loudly.

"Sounds like a yes to me Mr P." Simon laughed.

Ron didn't even acknowledge Simon's cheekiness as he grabbed a slice of pizza and crammed it into his maw. Simon watched in awe as his friend's dad shoved the 8-inch pizza slice entirely into his mouth and swallowed it down whole.

"Holy shit." Simon gasped as Ron grabbed another slice and stuffed it in.

Ron quickly finished the second slice and grabbed another two. He shoved both of them in at the same time and swallowed them both in one go.

"Sorry. I don't know whats going with me but I'm just so hungry." Ron apologized as he grabbed another two slices and gulped em down.

"Well here let me help Mr P!" Simon offered, handing him the last two slices of the first pizza. Ron quickly swiped them and stuffed them in.

"*Gulp* ...more." Ron moaned. His head began spinning as his hunger was making him loopy.

Simon opened the next box and handed him slice after slice, each time Ron grabbing them from his hands and shoving them in his mouth. After the 6th pizza, Simon got too close and Ron accidentally grabbed his hands along with the slices and stuck them in his mouth. Before Simon or Ron could even register what had happened, Ron swallowed, pulling Simon's hands into his throat and pulling his arms in. The two were face to face for a moment as they both realized what was happening.

"M-M-Mr P?" Simon trembled.

Ron's face gave an 'I'm Sorry' look and he opened his mouth wide. Before Simon could shout, Ron clamped his mouth over Simon's head. Ron's mouth stretched wide around Simon's blocky head. He was a bit larger than most of the meals Ron had eaten over the years, but right now Ron was more concerned with having Simon in his gut than the consequences of it. He gluttonously wolfed down his son's friend's shoulders, not even bothering to remove his meal's shirt. The poor guy tried to wiggle his way out of Ron's mouth, but he couldn't gain an inch of ground. Ron's jaws ached as he had to open them wider to engulf Simon's small pot gut and wide hips, but his hunger pains greatly outweighed his care for anything other than having his belly full.

Getting to Simon's legs, Ron had to reorient his meal to work the rest of him down. He recklessly tossed his head back, making Simon's legs flail about as they were brought above him, quickly sinking downwards as Ron chugged the hefty thighs down his throat. The old man stood in his kitchen, housecoat splayed open as his gut surged forward as more of Simon was crammed inside. His gut contorted and bulged as Simon's face was pressed tightly against the walls of his stomach, stretching out his flabby gut so much that you could see his expression of terror. Finally, Ron worked Simon's feet into his mouth, not even stopping to remove his socks before gulping down the rest of his meal in a flash.

Ron carefully propped himself up against the counter as Simon attempted to thrash about inside his gut. He quietly moaned as his gut's aching hunger slowly disappeared, turning into that euphoric feeling of a stuffed belly. He looked down at his accomplishment, seeing the round spherical belly he once had turn into a misshaped ball of squirming flab jutting from his chest. He carefully lifted his gut and hovered it over the counter, before dropping it and taking the weight off his legs. He could hear Simon's muffled shouts just barely through his gut, but they were too quiet to make out. It wouldn't matter anyway, as nothing he could say or ask would change his predicament.

As the full feeling washed over him, regret immediately set in. He'd known Simon for a few years now. Shane had been out of school for some years and had brought him home from work one day along with a few other friends. They've had barbecues and all gone out drinking together at some bars, plus Ron sees him and everyone else almost every weekend. But that was now over. Simon was in his gut, and there was no changing that. He, like everyone else Ron had ever swallowed, would be nothing more than a few extra pounds by morning.

Ron carefully reached over and grabbed the last two pizza boxes. He quickly ate his way through the last two pies and stifled a belch. He cautiously pulled his squirming gut off the counter and re-centered himself, getting used to the few hundred pounds of food in his gut. His regret soon took over, tearing at himself internally to let his meal go. Simon would tell Shane and he would lose everything in his life that mattered. All the strife over his insatiable appetite. He changed his thought process like he did every time he ate someone. It was no longer Simon anymore in there, it was a big slab of meat waiting to be digested. And that is food's only purpose: to satisfy.

He grabbed the empty pizza boxes and took them back to his room, careful not to let his belly throw him off balance. He hoped that Shane and his other friends wouldn't miss Simon too much. At least for the night so he could get away with it without having to tell his son that he swallowed his friend. He knew in the long term though Shane and his friends would probably be a bit broken up about never seeing him again, without knowing that Shane's voracious dad had eaten him like an oversized hotdog. Ron hoped that if they didn't see the pizza, they could assume Simon had gone home and it hadn't arrived yet, or Simon had to go get it. Either way it provided him with some deniability of what had transpired, as long as none of them saw his big Simon-shaped gut protruding from his torso.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gut hanging down between his legs. His food was still moving about, but somewhat slower. It had to be awful trapped inside the cramped space, but Ron tried to put the thought out of his mind. He carefully leaned back and lay down, letting his gut rest on top of him. He could still see Simon's face pressed again his gut, which made him shut his eyes. He tried to put the image of what he saw out of his mind, but he knew that's all he would ever think about when he heard Simon's name.

-

Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but his eyes shot open when he felt that unmistakable twinge once again. He looked down at his gut, the whole thing vibrating with hunger despite it still being packed with food. Simon was still moving around inside, and clearly unhappy with those wet gurgling noises all around him. Ron tried to ignore it, but it was unbearable. He reached over to his nightstand and looked at the appetite suppressants. He read over the bottle while his gut rumbled loudly.

"Take 1 pill 1 time(s) a day."

He scoffed as he read the directions. He read further and finally saw what he hoped for.

"Maximum 4 a day."

He breathed a sigh of relief as he popped open the bottle and tossed another 3 pills in his mouth. He gulped them down and lay back in his bed, hoping that it wouldn't take long for the pills to take effect. He grit his teeth as the rumbling ramped up. He finally relented and stood up, the weight of his belly not even in the back of his mind. He threw on his housecoat again and stomped down to the kitchen to find anything else he could hork down until his meds kicked in. He threw open cupboards and ate anything edible. Spices, condiments, cans of goods, even a sack of potatoes all went down without prejudice. As he was chugging back a can of tomatoes, Norm, one of Shane's other friends walked in.

Ron almost gagged as he hid the can behind his back and leaned himself behind the kitchen island to hide his gut that held his friend. He put on his best 'casual but trying to hide that I ate your friend' face he could.

"Hey Mr P." Norm said. "Are you hungry for some pizza?"

"Oh, uh sure." Ron said. "Did you order some?"

"Yeah. We ordered some a while ago, but it never came. We called the store, and they sent out some more." Norm shrugged.

"Oh, that's too bad. Must have got the wrong house." Ron lied.

"Oh well it happens. Have you seen Simon?" Norm asked. "I think he went home, but none of us remember him saying he was leaving."

"Nope." Ron lied again. "Maybe he was tired from work."

"Haha yeah. Boss put us through the ringer today. Some team fell behind, so we had to cover for them." Norm shrugged. "That or maybe the weed made him tired. Those pot brownies make him sleepy."

The gears in Ron's head chugged for a minute before it all clicked.

"P-pot brownies?" Ron stuttered.

"Yeah. Hoss made them this morning. Its why we got all these snacks. They make you feel great, but oh boy do they make you famished." Norm said as he checked his phone.

Ron's eyes watered from the churning his gut was doing. He found out why he was so hungry at least. But now, 12 whole pot brownies down, his hunger was out of control. Ron's gut let out another ground rumbling roar in hunger which made Norm look up from his phone and laugh.

"Wow. Guess it's good that pizza will be here soon. You sound like you haven't eaten for days."

Ron didn't answer. He stared at Norm, a single glob of drool dripping down from his lip where his toothy grin glimmered. Norm looked down at his friend's dad's gut jutting out from his housecoat. The distinct human shaped bulge crammed tightly inside twitching fruitlessly. Norm gasped as his gaze looked up to Ron, who was already standing right in front of him. He saw that enormous wide-open maw hovering above him, the large tongue covered in slimy drool and the deep dark pulsating gullet beyond it.

Before Norm could realize Ron's intent, it was already too late. In a primal act of gluttonous hunger, Ron pounced on his son's friend, shoving his entire head, shoulders, and chest down his throat with one enormous swallow. Norm wasn't much smaller than Simon, but Ron's voracity had tripled since then. Ron held Norm's arms at his sides tightly as he lifted him up and began to stuff him in like a foot long sub sandwich. Norm's legs kicked wildly, knocking into some pans hanging from the rack above the island. Ron swallowed his big meal with such speed and force, he didn't even get to taste him.

With another toss of his head, Norm's legs went right up to the ceiling, dropping down several inches with each insatiable gulp Ron took. His neck stretched and bulged, and his gut swelled forward as he worked Norm down, his gut becoming tighter and more cramped as Norm was forced to nuzzle up next to Simon inside. There wasn't much fanfare when Ron finished him off, instead only stifling a belch as to not alert anyone in the next room that their friend had become a part of Ron's evening menu.

His belly, now twice as large, still ached. Ron was going mad now. How could some minuscule brownies make him so hungry that two 250lbs men plus almost a quarter ton of food not satisfy his hunger. He shook his gut in anger to quell it, but all it did was shake his poor occupants around in the swarths of food stuffed inside with them. Just as he was about to blurt out some profanities, the doorbell rang. He stopped for a minute, and then remembered what Norm had said about the pizza.

He flew to the foyer, lucky that he didn't have to go past the den to get to it and flung open the door. He shouted to the den that he would answer the door so nobody would see him in this state. At least anyone else that mattered to him. Some portly pizza guy was standing there, arms carrying 8 more extra-large pizzas. He was about to hand Ron the pizzas, but Ron instead stepped outside onto the porch and shut the door behind him.

"Hey sorry about my co-worker. I think he must've gotten the wrong house earlier. We've given you 30% off to make up for it so your total is-"

Ron couldn't wait through his spiel. Right out on his porch, he stuffed the unfortunate pizza guy's head into his mouth and began swallowing. The pizza clattered to the floor, along with the 3 delivery bags and his car keys. The pizza guy's arms quickly went up to Ron's mouth to try and pry him off, but Ron just stuffed his arms in alongside his blocky head. Luckily it was the evening, so he hoped that nobody would notice him wolfing down this portly delivery guy right out in the open.

The greasy pizza-stained shirt added some extra flavor, but Ron wasn't in the mindset to be tasting his food. He was there for quantity not quality at the moment, and this 300lb delivery guy was significantly more substantial than either Simon or Norm. His pot gut gave Ron a slight speed bump, but it didn't help keep him out of Ron's gut in the end. Ron began to cram the guy in just to have him in his gut faster. He needed this man in his belly more badly than anything else in the world. Everything else around him didn't matter, so long as he got this man where he needed him to be; his gut. Gulp after gulp, Ron swallowed him down. The chunky thighs followed him down Ron's throat, and soon the cheap shoes slipped between s. With that final gulp, Ron was now carrying three whole men in his belly.

His hunger finally subsided. It took almost everything edible in the house, and 3 whole men, but his gut grumbled in satisfaction. He moaned happily as it was finally over. He picked up the pizza and went inside, leaving the keys and delivery bag on his porch, along with the driver's car in the driveway. He shut the door behind him and waddled his way back to the kitchen, resting the stack of boxes on his new temporary girth. He opened a single box and munched on a slice to make sure his hunger wouldn't return and to his relief it didn't.

[eluxurex]

Just realized I haven't done a vore post in a while. So... here goes...

Claustrophobic(Pt 1)

Imagine being a claustrophobic prey. You're not exactly the kind of prey that would outrightly try to get eaten, but it's not like you don't want to get eaten. You just have some modesty, so-called self respect and would rather not trust every pred you see.

Due to this fear, you purposefully avoided vore, paranoid that you'll not be ready for it break in someone's vulnerable. You wouldn't like that at all. You didn't like to show weakness, not even in the slightest.

Moving on, you had a friend. A friend enemy to be specific. They were a predator, and they respected your boundaries. Or at least, they didn't have the time to actually invade your personal space. You weren't really close.

Some time later, you had a gathering with friends, your friend enemy apart of it. As usual, you had your usual squabbles with them, opposing them however you can. Then all of sudden this happened.

"I swear to God, if you don't shut up I'm going to have you for dinner." They growled.

"Try it!" You shrieked. You were confident that they were just bluffing and making empty threats-nothing to be afraid about.

"Come closer then, brave guy." He hissed.

You took a step back.

You couldn't believe your freaking ears. You weren't sure how to even react. You were confident before, only because you had believed that he was bluffing. The thing was, he wasn't.

"Well?" He said, looking at you impatiently from where he sat. " What's the hold up? Don't tell me you're scared."

You don't even reply. Very soon, you hear you other friends saying stuff, some trying to comfort you with words, others just hungry for drama, all urging you to go to him. You weren't getting out of this situation.

Slowly, you came in front if your old "friend". There really much of a distance to cover, so even delaying your steps didn't do much. He looked down at you, smirking. He was gonna have so much fun with you. You could tell.

He barely wasted anytime to gulp you down. You were smaller than him, but not that small. He easily pinned you down, another one of his twisted ways to show just how much he was in control. You struggled a bit, but it wasn't as if you believed you could escape him. Even in this situation, you would rather seem feisty, than to appear like you've given up.

The experience was just how you imagine. His powerful throat muscles squeezed your body tightly, making you feel a bit a dizzy. It didn't hurt, but it seemed like it *should*.

You didn't even realize that he had been completely consumed until, you felt a strong hand squeeze you even tighter than the stomach itself. Then you had a satisfied sigh, from your captor.

Everywhere seemed so tight, it made you feel sick. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the pressure and the panic you felt. You had to stay strong. You couldn't afford to look weak in front of *him*.

(I wonder if I should continue this) Edit: Gave it a title so you'll will know Pt 2's name at least