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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.
#male vore#male pred#male prey#m/m vore#vore story#digestion#fatal vore#muscle pred#muscle prey#muscle vore#navel play#muscle gut
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Seriously take a look at Big Barda though!
Batman #152
#batman#dc comics#dc#big barda#birds of prey#kelly thompson#mattia de iulis#muscle mommy#wow#comic books#cassandra cain#batgirl#zealot#black canary#themyscira#absolute power
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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)
#hunger & habit au#sikuna#sukuna#itadori yuuji#itadori#jjk itadori#yuuji#jjk yuuji#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#SIkuna: Hey are you oblivious to this or is this just a thing that wasn't canon and I accidentally fucked something up-#But seriously I think it'd be hilarious if Yuuji got an extra pair of eyes#But is oblivious because all muscle memory tells him he only has one pair#And he just assumes Sukuna is manifesting an eye or something but no#He's just taking control of the neglected 'does not exist so whatever' bit of the body lol#Yuuji staring in the mirror and using fingers to hold Apparently His New Eyes open: What the fuck why can I see so far with these-#SIkuna: Because they're sideways facing eyes you idiot- similar location to prey animals did you not have an animal obsession as a kid-#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#sukuna jjk#jujutsu kaisen sukuna
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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.
#digestion#male pred#male prey#male vore#muscle pred#muscled pred#hunk#lean prey#nerd prey#betrayal#painful digestion#fatal digestion
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pest control TWO!!!!! heres the first one
adn heres the obligatory bonus bc i can't help myself :')
#i already threatened that little basard twice in these i may as well make good on it#pizza tower#peppino spaghetti#fake peppino#the noise#fp ''oh god wait that is not a real rat and also tastes awful'' moments. he doesnt actually have any interest in eating that thang ok#even if seeing a small scampering little guy like that WILL activate his prey drive without fail#peppino loves it he thinks it's the funniest shit in the world for fp to go after noise. so he is always encouraging this.#but anyway yeah. fp is *really* not the one noise should be worried about.#arting#pizzaposting#i still have lots of tag room thjis time so im gonna do some tangential nonsense rambling. e#fp gotta be like crazy good at hunting i think. not just for strength and predator instincts but also bc like#he doesn't have much in the way of a scent or body heat or anything that would give him away as an alive thing#not to mention he's uh... not particularly organically-shaped a lot of the time#so esp. to smaller prey that don't like... memorize a landscape; if he holds very still he's like completely undetectable#total ambush king. though i'm sure hes also very good at#persistence and pursuit hunting since he has peppino's speed and no way of getting muscle fatigue. ultimate beast#fortunately he doesnt care that much and doesnt really need to eat so hes not devastating the local ecosystem or anything#except for the rats.
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Love triangle
#basketball shorts#dazzle shorts#guy in shorts#male vore#men in shorts#soft vore#slime#slime vore#gay fetiche#gay vore#gay men#gayboy#gayhot#gay art#shiny shorts#muscle#malefeet#male prey
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Sandwing backs are really freckly with a wide range of shades which mimic sand so they can camouflage when looked down on from above.
#I like to think they bury themselves like a six eyed sand spider#both to ambush prey and also to hide from predators themselves#the tendons in their tail are really stiff that don’t allow for a lot of movement so they tend to bury themselves near big pieces of-#-driftwood so they can press their tail up against it to make it look like it’s part of the wood#so generally sandwings mainbody is more sandcolored and their tails are darker browns for theog camouflage#the tail muscles are stiff so there’s not a lot of movement possible outside of the usual strike#Kos speaks#wof#wings of fire#wof sandwing#sandwing
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"Bird of Prey" (0002)
(More of The Raptor Series)
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#bird of prey#angel#angel wings#headdress#conceptual fashion#ai fashion#lean muscle#ai men#ai generated#ai artwork#ai art community#gay ai art#art direction#fashion illustration#abdominals#muscular definition#male pinup#fantasy art#calendar worthy#homoerotic#male physique#costume#raptor#gay fantasy art
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I’d be interested to know if female warriors throughout history weren’t especially “gifted” in terms of their biology (above average height, strength, stamina, etc), but were rather just… not malnourished or prevented from exercising like other women
#bc women DONT need to be genetically gifted or take drugs to be strong and effective fighters#and I don’t believe you have to train twice as hard as men#yeah men build visible muscle faster and easier but their long term endurance and stamina are still dogshit#not to mention there’s no fixing their screwy center of gravity#using a bow requires no more strength from women than men to hunt#if anything women would’ve made better hunters bc humans are persistence predators and women have higher long term stamina to track and#pursue prey for longer#your moid asses were not wrestling bears with your bare hands#males hunted (alongside women) not bc of their strength but bc they are disposable
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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
#funhouse of frights#funhouse#circus#clown#clowns#demon#gay#male pred#male prey#human prey#clown pred#macro pred#sizeplay#muscle#muscles#body#worship#male only#flex#flexoff
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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
#icarus prime#guy who is in high alert mode 99% of the time#muscle tensity of a prey animal#brother . please untense your shoulders nothing bad is happening
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"Bird of Prey" (0001)
(The Raptor Series)
#bird of prey#angel#angel wings#headdress#conceptual fashion#ai fashion#lean muscle#ai men#ai generated#ai artwork#ai art community#gay ai art#art direction#fashion illustration#black male beauty#black male body#abdominals#muscular definition#male pinup#fantasy art#calendar worthy#homoerotic#male physique#costume#raptor
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also yeah if anyone's curious miranda has mottling around where the color shifts and gets darker/lighter on the top/bottom
i liked it and felt it looked more natural and evocative of her color getting more red as a sign of aging
#all the care guide says is 'biomass'#you can also read the pale yellow (which doesnt change shades like the red) being akin to like#the pigment-less animals in the deep sea who are more an off-yellow than a pure white#which is what thats trying to evoke#abyssal merfolk evolutionary would descend in depth to have their pups#partially to evade potential predators partially to make sure the pup had plenty to eat#(since they can only really eat softbodied prey before the adult teeth/muscle/skeletal system develops)#but as adults they would periodically make ascents to hunt in the twilight zone#which is where being bright red looks like black#as opposed to deep enough in the abyssal zone that most things cant see or theres not enough light for even that#and so the pups dont have to waste resources on pigment just yet#miri was born a very pastel pink
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edward teach i’m sorry i was not in the room when the hair department was coming up with what your hair should look like
YOU CAN’T TELL ME IT WOULDN’T EAT
#his 3A/3B curls would’ve been so iconic#ofmd hair team i have a bone to pick with you#also yay wonder woman’s curls/big hair is back!#and her height and muscles!!!#wonder woman should tower over everyone and look like she bench presses u-haul trucks#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd spoilers#dc comics#wonder woman#birds of prey
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CONVERSATIONS WITH THE ELDEST SHELBY IN — LAWS — ft. @critica1success / @witchdoctrines / @critica1neutra1
ARTHUR : I fell down the stairs...
EM : I hope you're okay.
TOMMY : Stop falling down the stairs.
ROWENA : How'd the ground taste ?
PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG
#ii. ( visage ) : to leave a hemorrhage of violets in your wake#vi. ( peaky blinders ) : i've made myself a bird of prey#iii. ( thomas / critica1neutra1 ) : i'll look for you wherever the burn marks form#iv. ( &. thomas / critica1neutra1 ) : maybe i'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new#iv. ( &. arthur / critica1success ) : god forgives ; i don't#iii. ( arthur / critica1success ) : rage &. ruin ; sorrow etched into the space where bone meets muscle#i. ( crack ) : fey's guide to troubled bird#i. ( edit ) : what happens to anything beautiful#bringing back the greatest incorrect quote i ever made#and they all look so good in this psd it's wild#iv. ( &. emilie / witchdoctrines ) : if i told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it#iii. ( emilie / witchdoctrines ) : maybe we're just blood ; whatever that's for
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