#muscle prey

[justanothervoreblog]

From Bro to Brotein

Steven and Michael have been Bros since 7th grade. They found a mutual love of working out and it soon blossomed into a full nurtured gym bromance. They kept each other accountable, they pushed each other, and they wanted to be the same size. Their target weight, the 250 lbs club. A club that was so prestigious that both men busted their ass for it.

Yet for all their dedication, Steven and Michael couldn't find a way to break into that illustrious weight category. That was until, Steven discovered a way to put on mass bulk researching weight gaining tips. To eat someone completely and utterly, digest them, and add their weight to yours. A ridiculous notion, right? It was until Steven finally put it into action.

Both men had gotten done at the gym, still slightly sweaty underneath their gym clothes. They were going to their usual post protein snack spot. Michael was hungry, but Steven was starving himself for gains. As they got out of their car to enter into the restaurant, Steven pounced. His mouth opened wider than what seemed humanly possible and wet "GLOMLP" sound was heard around Michael's ears. Michael's head had been devoured in just one gulp. Michael struggled, but Steven clamps Michael's arms by his side.

Steven swallowed Michael's head and neck, it bulges on Steven's throat going down. He could hear Michael's muffled shouts through his bulky neck. He paid them little mind as he turned his best friend into a snack. Afterwards those wide and beefy shoulders came into Steven's mouth. Steven was soaking Michael in his saliva. It draws out the taste even through the layers of fabric that Michael had on. With the widest part of Michael's body now headed down his throat, Steven knew that his meal was all but accomplished.

Steven fed his mouth Michael's chest and drooled as if this was his first meal. Steven remembered all the progress pics that Michael had taken. All that beef, it belongs to him. With another swallow, Steven can feel the bumps of those rock hard abs even through Michael's hoodie. Those delicious bumpy muscles are explored as Michael's hoodie lifts to expose them. Soon after, Steven opens his mouth to nibble and chew on those muscular globes. Michael had always had a dumpy truck ass, but tasting it now made him question himself in a few places. This temporary confusion causes Steven to slap Michael's ass a few times. Steven ignores his temporary confusion to power down the rest of that delectable bubble butt.

Michael was curling up more and more behind Steven's powerful abs. Although they were giving away to Michael's bulky and muscular form. As sure as the day is long Michael's body bulges Steven's hoodie from underneath. His long athletic legs are slowly reduced. Those hefty thunder thighs don't last long against Steven's ravenous hunger. Neither do those herculean calves, doubled up like a couple of turkey drumsticks. Steven's tongue snakes out to collect those socked feet, Michael's slides falling and clattering to the ground. With one final, hungry and triumphant gulp, Steven bellies his best friend.

There is an audible bounce when Michael truly lands inside of Steven's belly. It's cramped, squishy, and hot inside. There's barely any room to move. On the outside, Michael's form was clearly visible. Steven runs his hands over the bulge that Michael made. Every twitch of Michael's form sent pleasure to Steven, including down south. Steven leans back for a moment, his belly acting like a counterweight. At first he thought he was feeling bout of indigestion from such a hefty meal. However a rumble in his belly races up through his chest and out his mouth.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

The burp shakes the entire parking lot. A pile of Michael's soggy clothing comes flying up landing neatly next to his slides. Steven proudly rubs over his belly and fingers his belly button. As much as he valued his friendship with michael, he valued his relationship with his body much more. Satisfied after smacking his lips, tasting Michael's delicious flavor again, he waddles back to the car and heads home. Once home, Steven takes a couple of before pictures in the mirror. Various poses of him holding his titanic gut in front of him. All the while his heavy belly gurgles as it begins to break down the stud trapped within. Steven flops on his bed, a possessive hand over his belly with a smile. Then he drifts to sleep while his belly works overtime on his Michael.

A few days later, Steven goes to the scale after completely digesting Michael. He was a little anxious. Steven had waited until Michael had completely digested. He hoped that digesting his best friend was going to be worth it for all of this. After stepping on the scale, Steven smiles down at the number between his feet.

250 lbs

"Thanks, Mike." Steven smirks before stepping off the scale and heading to the gym. As he drives, a new goal weight was set in mind and he knew just how to get there.

[puppetmaster13u]

Ah, the temptation to give Yuuji four eyes after becoming Sukuna's vessel and him not realizing that he can use the lower pair until it's spelled out for him.

(Yes, this is something that might make it into Hunger & Habit lol)

[urfavoritewriter]

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.

Likes and Reblogs are very appreciated!

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.

[beatcroc]

pest control TWO!!!!! heres the first one

adn heres the obligatory bonus bc i can't help myself :')

[hungryfan45]

"And that boys, Is why going for the bigger meal is always worth the risk!"

[malevoreenthusiast]

Boyfriend's Belly

Hi all! This is my first vore story, and I wanted to share. I had a dream about this scenario, and this story shorty ensued. Let me know if anyone would like a part two, or if anyone has any other ideas for a story, please feel free to message me!

“Sweetheart! I’m home!” I shed my coat and carefully hung it up in the lived-in mudroom, admiring the collection of different footprints Josh and I had managed to collect since we lived here. I pondered for a moment all of the friends we’ve made and memories we’ve shared since moving in together. A smile crept upon my face when I was about to call out again; however, I felt a nudging by my left leg. I looked down to see my classically handsome boyfriend Josh adorned in a headband with cat ears, two furry paw gloves, and a clip on tail that swished seemingly along with his emotions. It was one of these nights. Playing into the roleplay, I bent down and patted his fluffy, curly hair whilst he flicked his tail to and fro with affection.

“Hi there, kitty. Do you know where my boyfriend is? He’s big, strong and muscular, cute, soft brown hair, the most adorable face in the world? Sound familiar?” I scratched under his chin much the same way you would an actual cat, which got him to tilt his head up and look at me with a beautiful, genuine smile.

“Mrroww,” Josh said. He nuzzled me, which did feel somewhat similar to an actual cat given how plush his hair was. I interpreted the “meow” as a “No, but keep petting me.” If this is what my boyfriend wants, then I would do everything I could to make him happy.

“Okay, kitty,” I started scratching his fuzzy cheeks, “lets go unwind after a long day at work. If Josh isn’t here, then I guess I’ll have to tell you all about it!”

“Mrow!” Josh purred, nuzzling me as I stood back up.

I walked into the empty kitchen, surveying the place to see if our roommate, Chris, had cleaned up after himself since this morning. Though, roommate was a stretch. He didn’t pay rent, left messes everywhere, and overall made the apartment worse by constantly complaining and ruining Josh and I’s fun. Walking to our bedroom, Josh and I flopped on the bed and let the cool memory foam envelop us while I unwound from the day. Petting Josh along his muscled back, I talked out loud to myself in a playful manner.

“Gosh, if only my big strong boyfriend was here so I could tell him about my day. I got a raise, finished a project, got compliments from the boss…” I looked at the kitty before me as he smiled with glee and pounced on me to begin showering me with kisses—animal kisses, not human ones.

“Thank you, kitten. If my own boyfriend can’t bother to show up, I’m glad I have you,” I said, falling for the role play more and more as time went on. I nuzzled Josh inbetween his big, hairy pecs and planted kisses all along his torso. Kissing his belly button, Josh meowed seductively and I heard from his stomach the loudest, most obnoxious growl ever…

One of the things I most loved about Josh was his ability to pack things away into his gut. At the beginnings of our relationship, I had just assumed he needed a lot of calories, which is true, but the man devoured his own thanksgiving dinner almost each night. He could tear into food like no one I’ve ever met before. One of our favorite pastimes is stuffing Josh’s gut full of enough food to feed the entire homeless population, rub his belly to hear him belch and groan about how big he is, then fall asleep on the couch and listen to him digest his meal. I only learned recently that Josh, my beloved himbo of a boyfriend, was able to swallow people whole and digest them. He didn’t do it of his own volition almost ever. Most of the time, people asked to go into his belly, to which he wouldn’t—couldn’t—refuse. However, lately, I’ve been able to convince him to swallow some guys from the gym or at a restaurant bathroom. Something about the way his enormous stomach groans and moans as it churns the victim inside of it turns me on like nothing else. I worshipped Josh and his stomach, just as he worshipped me. I began forming a mischievous throught in my head that would help deal with two problems we currently faced.

“Is my little kitten hungry? You want some food in your tummy?” I rubbed Josh’s flat six-pack whilst asking, feeling another low rumble.

“Mrroowww,” Josh nodded his head and rubbed over his own hairy abs.

“Yeah? Good boy. Then follow me. I have a nice big meal for such a good kitty.” I couldn’t lie: I was starting to get really turned on by the idea I had in mind.

Josh happily flicked his tail around and nuzzled against me as I got out of bed. We crept over to Chris’ room and put our ears up against the door. The soft sound of snoring could be heard on the other end inside the room. Perfect for us, terrible for Chris. 

Josh looked at me quizzically and meowed, as if to say, “What are we doing outside Chris’ room?”

I bent down and whispered, “Hey, kitty. I know you’re super hungry, so I have a really big warm meal that’ll fit right into your belly,” at this, I rubbed Josh’s stomach in encouragement.

Josh froze for a moment, connecting the dots, when he suddenly realized what I had intended—he was gonna swallow Chris down into his gut. His eyes widened, at first with shock, then with excitement. He hadn’t even thought about gulping down our useless roommate because that was just the kind of pure-hearted soul Josh was. I, on the other hand, was a much more sinister person, and one who was head over heels for the muscular catboy at my feet. Filling Josh’s belly and getting rid of Chris would be a perfect way to end off this Friday.

“Okay, kitten. We need to be very quiet, or else this won’t work. Are you ready to have a big meal in your hungry belly?”

Josh nodded eagerly, forgetting to even meow. This new prospect I had introduced to him had seemed to really excite him. I stood back up and slowly opened the door to Chris’ room. It swung open silently. The door revealed the disarray Chris’ room was in: condoms were all over the floor, lube and tissues littered his nightstand and bedsheets, different pairs of dirty underwear were everywhere but the overflowing hamper. Only about fifty percent of the dirty underwear was even his.Tiptoeing through the messy room, Josh and I arrived at Chris’ bed. Chris was somewhat similar-looking to Josh, as they were cousins, which is why we let his tyranny go on for so long. His muscular body lay still, sleeping off whatever it was he did with no job. I wasn’t a predator myself, but even I could see how delectable Chris’ hairy thighs looked. Josh was thinking the same thing, as my handsome little kitten was already salivating and preemptively rubbing his flat stomach. Josh’s emerald glass eyes were unwavering from his cousin and dinner. He swallowed back the saliva that was crowding his mouth and broke his streak of inhuman words.

“Can I? Please…” he whimpered, and I couldn’t say no to his perfect, lovable face. I kissed him on the top of his head and whispered back.

“You may. Good kitty.”

Something clicked in Josh’s eyes, going from desparate anticipation to reverent cheer. He bounded up onto Chris’ bed, stirring the lazy boarder. Josh, ever on all fours, sniffed Chris’ feet. Where I smelled old sweat and filth, Josh smelled the best meal he’s ever had. My boyfriend licked up the length of Chris’ sole, which woke his dozing state.

“Woah! What the fuck? Hey guys. What’re you doing here?” He said, yawning, not yet realizing the danger he was in.

Neither Josh nor I answered, as we were fixated on what Josh was about to do. With a paw on his stomach, Josh opened his mouth wide and clamped his jaw down on Chris’ toes. Josh ran his tongue inbetween and around all of Chris’ toes, eliciting a giggle from the still confused prey.

“Haha, stop that! What’re you doing? That feels funny,” Chris chuckled, lazily rubbing his eyes.

Josh answered with a deep, slow gulp. The sound echoed throughout the room, making the two of us ignited with a desprate passion for more. Chris, on the other hand, was left drowning in even more confusion. That is, until he opened his eyes.

Seeing your cousin in nothing but underwear and cat ears at the foot of your bed wasn’t something most people would ever think to see in their life time. Seeing your cousin naked in cat ears at the foot of their bed with their mouth stretched over your feet and ankles was not something anyone has seen…probably ever. 

Josh used his big fuzzy paws to rub over Chris’ muscular thighs, tenderizing them for their inevitable trip down his throat. My hunky boyfriend was eager to fit more of Chris into his gut because of his immense hunger, so he swallowed one more time—the deep sound rang out as his throat contracted and opened up to suction more of Chris down his throat. Josh’s esophagus bulged outward, needing to accommodate the massive intake of food he was downing. His eyes were locked ahead, staring directly at Chris, viewing him as nothing but food for his groaning stomach.

“Josh,” Chris stammered, “what the fuck is happeneing. What are you doing?” He asked, trying to cling to the vestiges of composure that he was losing rapidly. He propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his own undoing when he was unceremoniously dragged further down the bed and deeper into Josh’s mouth with another swallow up to his thighs. Watching the scene play out was kind of incredible. Rivulets of drool poured out of Josh’s stretched maw onto the bedsheets as he lapped up and sucked on Chris’ thighs. Josh’s back was arching in the opposite way a cat’s would, and his erection was growing rapidly. As for my own, I had been rock hard ever since I first presented the idea. 

I got onto the bed, wanting to join in on the fun. Pushing my bulging erection into Josh’s massive bubble butt, I leaned down on top of his back and whispered in his ear: “Hey, aren’t kitties supposed to play with their food? How about we slow down and enjoy this, sweetheart?”

Josh purred in agreement, still locking his gaze on Chris, viewing him as nothing but a belly-filler. I could feel his stomach already expanding, giving him a small bloat already. I pushed my clothed-erection into his backside and rubbed his belly from behind, planting kisses all the while along his shredded back. This was what I lived for. Moments like this convinced me that Josh was my soulmate—moments of pure, primal intimacy in which we were both being fulfilled in such a meaningful, pleasurable way.

I glanced up at Chris, still shocked and beginning to move with more panic. He caught my eye and yelped: “Do something! He’s… he’s eating me!” Chris couldn’t look away from Josh’s gaze, scared that he might speed up or do something worse if he turned away now. All he could manage was stare in disbelief as his cousin (still in cat ears) slowly unhinged his jaw and swallowed his entire body down whole. 

Josh’s tongue ran over Chris’ skin slowly and deliberately, tasting his body like it was a five-star entree. Our roommate shuddered, but he didn’t have the consciousness or ability to resist, as Josh opened his throat once more and slid Chris’ perky ass and bulging cock down his throat, underwear and all. Half of Chris’ body was now inside my boyfriend’s gullet, and his belly was starting to grown at a much more rapid pace. Gliding my hands over the round curvature of Josh’s hairy belly, I could feel Chris kick his feet inside of his stomach chamber. Josh cupped his hand over mine on his belly and purred slowly, letting me know how much he enjoyed this idea. Josh grinded his ass against my crotch, letting me know how much sexual pleasure devouring his cousin was giving him.

Chris tried again, failing yet to understand that this was entirely voluntary on our end, and, in fact, this was exactly what the two of us wanted. He reasoned, “Josh, I’m not food. I’m your cousin! Chris? You know, we live together? Remember all the good times when we, um—” Chris was cut off as his body lurched deeper into Josh’s belly. His six pack was now half-way into Josh’s salivating mouth, and his stomach was looking bigger and bigger with every passing second Chris filled it up.

I gave my himbo some words of encouragement to help him along, not that he needed it, he clearly had this whole thing under control, but still, Josh loved the praise I gave him: “Good kitty. You’re being such a good boy right now. Was this a good meal for you, baby?”

Josh nodded and Chris looked at me with mouth agape. He whisper shouted in an attempt to not spur Josh on further: “Don’t encourage him! What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s swallowing me whole!”

I nodded whilst rubbing Josh’s growing belly. He swallowed again, allowing the better half of Chris’ torso down into his mouth. My hunky kitty was grinding on my cock like crazy now, as he knew his meal was almost at its end. Josh took his cat paws and placed them on Chris’ shoulders, getting ready to shove the rest of his cousin down his throat in one fell swoop, clearly forgetting what I said about taking this slow and playing with your food. So long as Josh was happy, though, I was happy. Josh prepped himself to fully finish off his cousin in one last swallow: opening his throat, arching his back, spreading his legs apart on the bed. I readily rubbed his belly as he moaned for more of Chris inside of him. 

“Are you ready kitten?” I asked Josh. He nodded his head eagerly, waiting for me to give him the okay. I took a moment to remember this view of my perfect, charming boyfriend swallowing another man whole. With all of the love in my heart, I said, “Do it.”

Josh shoved Chris with full force down his throat, pushing his belly out massively. Chris yelped and began shouting for help from anyone that would listen. Josh’s belly began moving of its own accord, bulging outward here and there with Chris’ movements inside. We both laid there still for a moment, letting the feeling sink in of Josh’s big, full belly. Josh continued swallowing, making sure he fit every single part of Chris in his stomach. After some time elapsed of sheer bliss with my boyfriend, Josh belched once, then again, then again. Chris was clearly kicking up a lot of gas for my himbo of a boyfriend, and poor Josh was belching more than a frathouse on a Friday night.

We turned around, both belly up (one was significantly larger than the other) on Chris’ bed and stayed there for a moment. I rubbed his belly affectionately and broke the silence after a few minutes. “Was he good?”

Josh, still wearing the garb but no longer adhering to feline speech patterns, responded, “He feels so fucking good in there. BBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.”

Turning on my side, I planted kisses on his hairy, stretched belly whilst he patted it. I put my ear up against his warm flesh and could hear Chris’ muffled voice from inside his stomach calling out for help. I smiled childishly and continued rubbing over the large dome of belly my perfect boyfriend sported. “You’re such a greedy kitty,” I chuckled whilst nuzzling into his chest.

“Hey,” he retorted, “this was your idea entire—BBBUUUUURRRRPPPPP—entirely. God, he tasted good,” Josh smacked his lips, clinging to the aftertaste of his belch. “Fuck, he filled me up so good. This’s been one of the most satisfying meals to date,” he looked down and smacked his Chris-filled belly, eliciting another burp.

Unable to restrain myself, I  began to passionately make out with him, doing my best to show just how much I loved him. Groping his hairy, muscular pecs, I paused every so often to give his belly the love it both required and deserved. We went on like that for a while, drowning in pure bliss and love for one another. About twenty minutes later, I was kissing Josh like my life depended on it, when he let loose a vile, deep belch, more gutteral than all of the other ones before. In my own mouth, I tasted the vile stench of his digestive juices and a weird spongy feeling of fabric on my mouth. Pulling away, I pulled the fabric from Josh’s mouth with my teeth, only to find that Josh had just burped out Chris’ underwear. The reminder of pure greed and hunger consumed me with lust. Every second I loved Josh more and more.

“Looks like Chris wanted to say goodbye,” Josh lovingly patted his behemoth of a belly.

Tossing the underwear aside, I nodded in agreement and nuzzled my face into Josh’s side, realizing my fatigue from the days work and this lust-ridden experience. In the morning, Josh’s belly would be much smaller, and we would go about any other weekend without a pesky third roommate. Future family gatherings on Josh’s side might be a little hard to explain, though. Rubbing Josh’s gut and mindlessly pondering about getting another roommate for Josh’s appetite, I began to drift off to sleep alongside Josh, lost in the loving embrace of my perfect, ravenous boyfriend.

[dazzleguy]

Love triangle

[otiksimr]

Sandwing backs are really freckly with a wide range of shades which mimic sand so they can camouflage when looked down on from above.

[imaginal-ai]

"Bird of Prey" (0002)

(More of The Raptor Series)

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[flufwolf16875]

dragon ball incorrect quote # 1

piccolo (trying to intimidate vegeta after he came to earth with bulma) : I know 200 ways to kill a man

kid Gohan (obsessed with bugs) : you could trap one in a room full of army ants and watch as the ants melt the person into small enough pieces for them to pick up

piccolo ( I didn't teach him that???): I know 201 ways to kill a man

vegeta (yep definitely a saiyan)

[jackinhofejr]

Pizza boy. Abandoned house. Easy prey.

[tylermannart]

Clown House #18

The Demon Clown can sense the desires of it's prey, but he seems a bit confused that Kevin's desire is a "flex off", but he's not impressed by Kevin's decently muscular body. Read more Funhouse: https://tylermannart.ca/collections/funhouse-of-frights See ALL my comics: https://patreon.com/tylermannart

[raptorrobot]

i need to wrap icarus in blankets and put him infront of a warm fireplace in order to force him to calm down for like. 5 seconds

[imaginal-ai]

"Bird of Prey" (0001)

(The Raptor Series)

[featherymainffins]

Guys if I pass the fucking finals today I'll finish the charms and draw at least one of the voices before I pass the fuck out for like 16 hours. I want you all to hold me accountable.

[dusty-pistol]

Well, guess who just learned that his intense shoulder pain is actually caused by anxiety!

I get intense shoulder pain cuz my anxiety gets so bad in public that I'm in a constant state of fight or flight every time I leave the house!

How delightful.. /sarc

At school, in town, out of town, at the store, doctor's office, therapy, literally everywhere I go where there's people. Goin out in public quite literally PHYSICALLY hurts me. Which is actually super funny to me but also. Ow.