#scotthowlvore

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For the spooky season, I think S.cott H.owl Being a 'slasher' type pred going after people In food themed costumes, probably while drunk or just super hungry regular food won't cut it. Wolf mode going over time haha

Oh my god, this is a genius idea! Definitely gonna do something for it.

S.cott stumbles around a bit through the crowds. He’s been spending the night at a real awesome Halloween party. Which also means there’s been some Halloween-themed booze that he’s had waaaay too much of. He also ate too many of the Halloween-themed snacks and got chased away from the snack table. But he’s still hungry…

After bumping too hard into a mummy dressed as a pirate…or maybe a pirate dressed as a mummy..? Anyway, S.cott spots something that makes him stop and his belly growls deeply. It’s…a giant hotdog. His eyes are wide and his tail is starting to wag. Hotdog…big hotdog..!

The hotdog, or in reality, the gargoyle, is laughing and chatting with a guy he’s trying to hit on. It’s going pretty well…at least until the guy suddenly goes stiff and backs away. The gargoyle has no idea what he said wrong but he doesn’t get a chance to find out. Something big and fast crashes into him and tackles him to the floor and his head is engulfed somewhere dark and wet.

S.cott is so hungry and excited and drunk that he doesn’t really question why the hotdog is struggling and screaming or why it doesn’t taste like a hotdog. He’s completely focused on devouring it! Strong gulps and slurps drag the struggling hotdog down his gullet and towards his deeply growling gut. The guy that had been flirting with S.cott’s snack slowly backs away before he finally turns and speedwalks off. No one else bothers coming over.

The gargoyle is screaming out obscenities as he’s roughly crammed into S.cott’s stomach. The werewolf finally gets back to his feet, shoving the last of the hotdog down the hatch with a few gulps. A wet slurp sucks up the gargoyle’s thrashing tail and he’s gone, S.cotty’s and bloating out into a furry orb that hangs down low with all that food packed away.

S.cott pants and huffs, rubbing over his gut. He’s got a dumb smile on his face with his jaws hanging open and his tail wagging like crazy. A thick belch escapes him, his stomachs squeezing over the hotdog and getting a muffled yell. Tasty and filling…that should be enough…

…is what S.cott would think if he didn’t spot a giant piece of candy corn walking by. He stops, staring at the guy silently like before. His belly gurgles and groans deeply. The gargoyle inside screams as the walls close in around him, S.cott’s body immediately making space for more food by smashing his last meal down. The candy corn doesn’t seem to notice the muffled screams or the wet cracks that cut them off. He’s too focused on getting to the bathroom.

The candy corn— a lizard man in reality—manages to find the bathroom by brushing past some partygoers and ducks inside. Trying to piss while wearing this costume is going to suck but he’s had too many beers. While he’s trying to get it off enough to do his business, though, some loud knocking comes from the door. “…occupied!”

After a few more seconds of struggling with his costume, the knocking returns, even louder. “Occupied!” the lizard yells. The knocks turn into banging that rattles the door. “…hey, that’s not funny, jackass!” The banging continues and the knob rattles over and over. It’s starting to freak the lizard out but just before he goes into panic it…stops. There’s a beat of silence. Then the door smashes open and the lizard screams.

S.cott tackles the candy corn into the bathtub. There are a few moments of wild thrashing as the werewolf gets his jaws down over the top of the candy and begins to greedily devour it. The lizard’s screams cut off fast, and the werewolf barely notices the difference as he snarfs his second course down.

In the end, S.cott is lying on his back in the tub, his guts bulging out above him as they bulge and rock back and forth. The lizard is screaming like a maniac, sitting in molten belly sludge that used to be a gargoyle and a tattered hotdog costume. And with how tightly the stomach walls are squeezing around him, it’ll soon have candy corn added to that.

S.cott belches thickly, some scales coming up. He gets to his feet, his guts sloshing thickly as he does, and stumbles out of the bathroom. He nearly falls over from it but catches himself on the wall. He feels stuffed now…but…

S.cott sees a PB&J walking off together and laughing. It’s a demon and a gryphon in a couple’s costume, planning to have some fun now that they’re buzzed. But S.cott just sees another delicious meal…

The two of them head upstairs and manage to find an empty bedroom to slip into. They’re so busy making out that they don’t notice the door is unlocked. They end up flopping onto the bed, one on top of the other, really looking like a sandwich now.

The door slowly creaks open and the demon lifts his head a bit. “Mm…did you hear that, babe?”

“No.” The gryphon forces the demon to look back at him and makes out with him. The demon gets back into the mood pretty quickly. But then the floor freaks loudly.

“Babe, I swear I heard—“ The demon tries to look over his shoulder but the gryphon won’t let go of him.

“Hey, are we gonna do this or not?” the gryphon asks. “I put on this stupid costume for you. I’m not getting out of it unless we’re fucking.”

The demon sighs and looks back at his boyfriend. “Alright, alright…” And he goes back to making out with the gryphon. Neither of them notice the shadow looming over them or the slobbering jaws opening wide and coming in.

S.cott begins to eat the giant, delicious sandwich. The demon and gryphon’s legs fit into his maw nicely and he starts to cram the actual sandwich in after. The couple starts to squirm and wiggle, and by the time they're up to their waists, both have noticed what’s happening. But S.cott doesn’t even hear their shouting as he focuses entirely on working the PB&J down where it belongs—his stomach.

The boyfriends’ faces get smooshed together by S.cott’s hands roughly pressing and shoving on them. They’re forced to kiss, yells muffed as they slowly and steadily get crammed down the werewolf’s gullet. Stuck in their bulky costumes, unable to struggle, all the way up until the sharp fangs snap down like a gate before them and they get fully paced up into the werewolf’s belly.

The couple are screaming and yelling for help, but it’s all muffled by the werewolf’s gut. S.cott is lying on his back, panting happily as his stomach churns and clenches down, trying to compact all of that meat up as usual. The PB&J doesn’t last very long, being crushed down into paste with some shrill screams and wet crunches. And a very thick, wet werewolf belch.

At this point, S.cott is really stuffed. And the bed feels so nice and comfy. S.cott’s panting slows down as his eyes drift shut…and eventually he ends up snoring softly, fast asleep. His guts churn and groan deeply and the last twitches die off in his stomach. The party goes on around him as he sleeps off his feast.

Come morning, S.cott wakes up with a big yawn. His head hurts from a hangover and his stomach hurts from…something else. He rubs over both with a soft groan. His belly gurgles angrily at him and wobbles. A thick belch ends up roaring out of the werewolf and he feels something solid come up.

Leaning over the bed, a few wet slaps and splats ring out. That didn’t feel like the normal kind of hangover throw-up. S.cott blinks his eyes blearily to look at what he just horked up.

On the ground, covered in slime, filled with holes, and sizzling slightly in the air is a pile of fabric. It’s all twisted together and unrecognizable. For some reason, S.cott ends up thinking about hotdogs and candy corn and PB&J’s looking at it…must mean he needs breakfast.

With some effort and a hand on his head, S.cott gets out of bed. His belly wobbles some more as he moves, now a soft pot belly that hangs low before him. It gives a low groan, suddenly very empty after the upchuck. Definitely breakfast time…

Thankfully, S.cott will find a giant banana sleeping on a couch downstairs. It’ll be perfect.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Asriel and Scott McHowl get matched up in a vore duel for a halloween wrestling tournament on a Vore University Campus. As much as Asriel is embarrassed by his father's cheering (and jerking off to watching his son be dominated by Scott) until that cheering pushes him to turn the tables and either pec vore or cock vore Scott. Endings feature either Asriel or Scott taking their opponent's skull as a trophy, and hoping they'll come out of the tournament alive

That's a fun idea! I do really love settings where vore and general sexual debauchery is super casual so this is right up my alley. Even though the ask seemed to be leaning towards A.sriel winning, you mentioned an ending with either victor so I put it up to RNG.

A.sriel can’t help but blush a bit as he steps out into the gym. This already feels like a really dumb idea. His college had set up some wrestling tournament thing for Halloween, and a bunch of his friends basically peer-pressured him into signing up. He’s pretty sure they just wanna see him get mulched in front of everyone…

On the other side of the large mat that’s been set up, A.sriel sees his opponent. He knows the guy, S.cott Howl, some goofy jock that’s super popular. A.sriel gulps softly. Both of them are completely naked for the sake of the match, and seeing how muscular S.cott’s hairy body is…it makes the much leaner A.sriel feel entirely outclassed. God, he’s going to die here…

The bleachers are packed full on either side with cheering and whistling guys. Faculty, students, and other people who heard about the matches have filled them out. There’s a lot of shamelessness in it—people are recording, pitching tents, even rubbing one out. A.sriel unfortunately finds out that last one by catching sight of his dad. As soon as he saw A.sgore with his cock out, the younger goat looks away. Agh, gross…he’s so embarrassing…

He looks back at S.cott instead, the two of them getting into a starting position. The werewolf has a dumb, toothy grin on his face, his tail wagging behind him. He’s looking at A.sriel like a dog would a bone his owner is teasing him with—it makes the goat shudder slightly. This was such a terrible idea…

The referee blows the whistle. A.sriel freezes for a second and S.cott launches like a bullet. The two men crash together, A.sriel letting out a bleat as he’s suddenly toppled to the floor. The crowds are cheering and shouting now, already getting excited. And A.sriel feels completely out of his element here. The last thing he wants is to go out so quickly, though. Even if he does get eaten, he’d rather have put up a fight instead of being taken out right at the start.

S.cott’s jaws open wide in A.sriel’s face, sharp teeth exposing his drooling gullet. Hot breath pants in the goat’s face. A.sriel plants his hands squarely on S.cott’s shoulders and pushes hard, shoving the werewolf to the side and trying to roll on top of him. It works for about a second before a foot plants itself on A.sriel’s gut and he’s kicked off and thrown onto his back again.

S.cott rolls back onto all fours, his tail wagging like crazy and drool dripping from his toothy grin. He pounces and A.sriel rolls to the side, just barely dodging the werewolf. He’s still trying to catch his breath, his heart beating in his ears while the crowds cheer around him. He swears they’re yelling his name, cheering him on. It gives him the boost to go on the offense.

A.sriel lunges at S.cott this time, grappling onto the werewolf from behind and putting his arm around the other’s neck. It makes S.cott lurch up to his knees and pull on A.sriel’s arm. The goat puts his other arm around S.cott’s neck as well, trying to keep the chokehold long enough to earn his victory. Grasping hands yank on his arms, then go up and smack his face a bit. A.sriel lowers his head to get them to stop…and he feels them grab onto his horns instead. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit--”

S.cott pulls hard and ducks down again, making A.sriel bleat as he’s thrown over the werewolf’s back. A.sriel slams onto his back with a gasp, his breath knocked out of him. He coughs and gasps, putting a hand to his chest with a wince. Okay, yeah, that hurts. He’s not sure he can get back to it after that. A dark shadow looms over him and he looks up to see S.cott’s grinning face. “Nice try, bro! That was great!”

A.sriel coughs a bit. “Th...Thanks..?” Wait...no, that’s not a good thing! A.sriel tries to get up despite how it makes his chest tighten with pain. But S.cott moves so the goat’s muzzle ends up pressing into his hairy pecs. The panting goat ends up huffing on werewolf musk a bit and...his eyes start to glaze over. A hand on the back of his head stops him from dropping to the ground again and he’s left rather relaxed despite knowing he should panic right now. He does let out a little whine when S.cott pushes on his head and forces his muzzle deeper into his pecs.

A.sriel offers very little resistance. The cheering crowd fades into the background for him, and once his entire head is shoved into S.cott’s chest, all he can hear is the werewolf’s thumping heart and deep breaths. He twitches a bit, paws coming up to offer meager resistance by pushing slightly on S.cott’s chest. But the werewolf just shoves them into his pecs next and starts to drag A.sriel deeper with each flex he gives. He has a big, dumb grin on his face and his tail is wagging a mile a minute. He’s loving all of the praise from the crowd while the--admittedly kinda cute--goat guy sinks deeper and deeper into him. After only a minute or so, he’s back on his feet, a pair of lightly kicking paws sinking into his chest as he throws his head back and howls.

...S.cott pants a bit as he sits down on the bench in the locker room. Other guys are talking and chattering as they wait on their turns out on the mats. While the match itself wasn’t too exhausting for the werewolf, pumping a guy down into muscle mass can still be hard work! A.sriel went down fast and easy at least. S.cott looks at the goat skull sitting in his locker now, a trophy of his first victory in the match. He’s hoping to get some more under his belt! He scratches his slightly fuller chest in anticipation, some white fur flaking off as he does.

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(Resent ask, hope it goes through this time) that monster prom story got me acting up and gave me thoughts, so can we get prompts about duos/groups of the guys in Monster Prom being preds together? idm how many in each prompt, and who's in each prompt, oral vore only tho pls

Oh yeah, that old story was fun to do. I wouldn't mind doing more group pred stuff!

Prom was such a success for B.rian and S.cott that the two of them ended up going to the after-party to keep the night going. Luckily, lots of students had thought the same and so there was a good place to meet up and do so nearby. A night of partying and spiked punch leaves a couple of guys pretty hungry, though, so when S.cott heard the zombie's stomach growling out, he did the only thing a good date would and got him some food. B.rian figured that meant he'd have to watch a drunk werewolf trash the snack table but what he got was much more...filling. S.cott grabbed the nearest partying guest and shoveled them head first into B.rian's maw. Zombies eat flesh, right? Well, a few gulps later and B.rian certainly had, one way or another. B.rian was left a bit flustered by it, his suit now split open with a squirming guy packed away. He lets out a thick belch, which makes S.cott's tail wag. The werewolf clearly thought he did a good job. He'd done such a good job, in fact, that B.rian decided to return the favor by doing the same. Someone was yapping in his ear anyway, wanting his date back since B.rian had relocated him into his guts. He grabs the guy by the collar and shoves his head into S.cott's jaws. Pretty soon, both men have bloated guts with some unfortunate couple inside, lost to the afterparty forever. Of course, once these two get started on something, they don't often tend to stop, and a few more partygoers would go missing that night. One of them would grab a guy and shovel him into the other's jaws. Then whatever date had a problem with his boyfriend becoming good got the same treatment. All the booze made sure that there weren't many people sober enough to give a damn over the disappearing people and the excessively stuffed guys causing it. The night moved on without the devoured guys, and as dawn approached, those guys won't be able to complain anymore anyway. B.rian and S.cott would be wobbling out near dawn. Their suits are ruined thanks to their guts, both full and churning over a few different guys each. Though they're long since reduced to sludge. Both guys have definitely had the best prom night ever. And they'd definitely want to do it again soon. Maybe their next date can be somewhere even more crowded.

"C'mon, don't be such a square!" D.amien says, his gut pressing against L.iam's back. The vampire tries to shoo him off but it really doesn't do anything to help. He'd been trying to enjoy a nice, normal lunch that he could take pictures of to post online, but for some reason, D.amien felt like taking a personal grudge to that and won't leave him alone. L.iam almost feels a bit bad for the guy the demon has by the collar of his shirt. "I'm not a disgusting slob like you," L.iam says with a frown. "I'm not going to eat some random--MMMPH?!" His eyes widen as D.amien crams the student's head into his jaws midsentence. "You talk too damn much!" D.amien says. "But we'll get your mouth doing something more important now!" He starts cramming the student deeper, forcing L.iam to choke him down. The vampire flails a bit and lets out muffled cries but he can't stop D.amien from forcing a live meal down his gullet. The demon forces the feet down the hatch and pulls his hand back out of L.iam's mouth. The vampire gulps one last time and starts coughing after. "What's your problem?! Agh, look at me now..." L.iam's stomach is bulging out now, pressed against the table in front of him. His meal is moving around inside. bulging his stomach further as they attempt to escape. L.iam sighs and presses a hand down on the bulge the student's head is making. "And you, will you stop--BWWWWOORRRRRRP!" A wet belch escapes L.iam and it makes him blush from embarrassment. It also makes D.amian start laughing and he smacks his own stomach a few times. "I knew you had it in you! A few more meals like that and maybe you'll be a little less annoying to be around." L.iam immediately feels sick to his stomach at the mere idea. "A few more..? I'm not eating more than this!" He crosses his arms and looks away with a frown. He hears D.amien walk off and assumes that's the end of it. Five minutes later and the demon is forcing another student head-first down his gullet. He's going to spend the rest of lunch being fed like this...and then the rest of the day trying to digest it all. No amount of complaining is going to stop D.amien for a second.

"There's no way a robot is better at eating people than we are," D.amien demands with a frown. "You can't automate that kinda thing!" "But he is!" S.cott retorts. "Robots are always built to do things better than people, right? So he's gotta be really good at eating! He's already better at math than me!" "A rock is better at math than you," D.amien huffs. "...ugh, fine. Let's put it to the test! We'll see just how good C.alculester is at eating and when I win, I'll get to rub it in your stinking face!" With the plan decided, the two guys start by grabbing C.alculester--quite literally stealing him from the middle of class and walking off with him. Once they get the robot settled down in a chair, they go about getting meals for him to eat. Any students who happen to walk past the janitor's closet S.cott and D.amien turned into their base of operations are pulled in and presented to the robot. C.alculester...doesn't fully get what's going on, but is just happy to spend time with his friends, so he works on devouring everyone handed off to him without hesitation. The mouth on his screen opens just fine, and anything shoved in disappears like any food would. His stomach creaks and groans as it starts to expand outward, the metal stretching with ease as each unfortunate student is gulped down. D.amien is confident that nothing can beat him, especially a robot, so he doesn't waver as more and more students disappear. The only reason the two of them stop is that C.alculester's stomach has gotten too big for the small room and has pinned both guys to the walls. "I...can't reach the door," S.cott says, waving his arm uselessly in the air. "Then he can't eat anymore, so I was right!" D.amien demands, even though he's being pressed against the wall completely. "Eat more?" C.alculester asks. "Oh, I can eat more! Let me make room. Initiating biofuel-conversation process." A loading symbol pops up on the robot's face and a loud groan rumbles up from his stomach. In an instant, it shrinks back down, rapidly losing size and definition as his body processes all of the students at once. D.amien drops onto the floor from the sudden freedom as C.alculester is left with nothing more than a slight beer gut. He lets out a ding and his face returns to the screen. "Process complete! I am ready for more food!" D.amien grumbles as he gets back to his feet. He won't admit that...that had been pretty cool. "I bet he can't do that a second time," the demon huffs. S.cott smiles and opens the door to grab another student. "Let's find out!"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Scott M/onster P/rom please! Just a lot of him being a big sexy himbo, underestimating how powerful his body is whenever he puts someone in the tank. He's always real sorry, but they just tasted so good! And besides, if they wanted him so bad, now they're literally part of him so win win

More S.cott, more S.cott, more S.cott!

When S.cott had several people all ask him to prom on the same day, he really wasn't sure what to do about it. Can someone take a bunch of dates to prom at once? That seems to be again...prom code or something. But he doesn't want to have to turn any of them down, either! He had to wrack his brain as hard as he could to try and find a solution that'll leave everyone happy...and then it finally dawned on him.

B.rian sighs as he waits outside the gym. S.cott had told him to meet him there and prom started almost twenty minutes ago. He has no idea what the werewolf is doing that's making him take so long but he's starting to suspect he got dumped. The zombie turns to bail only to walk right into a large, furry gut that knocks him back onto his ass.

"B.rian!" S.cott grins wide, showing off his fangs while his tail wags excitedly. The werewolf is wearing his light blue suit, but the jacket and shit are left unbuttoned, exposing his furry chest and--more notably--his large, furry gut. "Sorry I'm late, collecting all my dates took more time than I thought."

"Uh...what--" B.rian isn't even sure he's processing all of this right. Everyone knows that the werewolf has always had a healthy appetite, and he's definitely been the cause of a few missing students, but this is...

"It's my genius plan!" S.cott explains. "Since I got so many people wanting to be my date to the prom, and I could only bring in one guy with me, I decided to smuggle the rest!" he grins, smacking his gut a few times as it sloshes back and forth. It's got at least four of five other men inside--B.rian finds it a bit hard to tell with how much they're squirming--and is currently bouncing and sloshing around on its own thanks to being so full.

"...so I'm the one you're walking inside with?" B.rian asks, looking up from that gut to meet S.cott's eyes.

"Exactly! Just don't tell anyone I brought all six dates, okay? They might throw us out."

"Uh...yeah, sure." B.rian is fairly certain they wouldn't do that but...well, it's too late to worry about all those extra dates. He's never seen anything get back out of S.cott's jaws once it's been guzzled down.

After being hoisted back to his feet by S.cott, B.rian heads into prom with the werewolf. All in all, it's really not one of his worst prom nights. Sure, S.cott keeps getting distracted trying to include all of his dates in their conversations--it doesn't go very well, nearly anything they say too muffled to be heard, and the things they are saying not very relevant to the conversation--but B.rian has definitely had worse dates. He got so used to the werewolf and his massive gut that it took him a while to realize it wasn't making as much noise as before.

"Hey, S.cott, when were you planning to let them out?" B.rian asks, gesturing to the werewolf's stomach.

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" S.cott looks down at his gut, pushing down on it with one hand. It sloshes wetly and his hand sinks in deep. "Hey, guys, I got us in! You still want out?"

"S.cot, I think they're--" B.rian is cut off by the werewolf letting out a massive belch right in his face. The stink of meat and werewolf breath sit heavy in the air now. "...dead."

"Oh..." S.cott looks down at his gut again, slowly running his hand along it as if feeling for any signs of life. He looks back up at B.rian and smiles. "Well, they still got into prom, right? So I'm sure it's not too bad!"

"...right..." The zombie stares at S.cott's gut as it gurgles and churns, steadily processing all that meat he fed it tonight. He's suddenly pretty grateful to have been left standing at the door for twenty minutes. At least he'll get to live to see next year's prom. Can't say the same for those guys...

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

fuuuck that monster prom story was good, i love the anon that asked that. any chance we can get some prompts about alt endings for different winners?

Yeah, I got some good ideas for that! I'll write something for the four guys that lost.

L.iam let out a sickly belch, his face almost as green as B.rian's is...was. He ate the zombie first and he really doubts the poor guy held up well in his stomach. Even if he didn't eat like this often, he knew his gut could process live meat. Er. Un-alive meat. It's not like he wanted to do this, but when the zombie started looming over him in an effort to win some stupid eating contest he didn't want to be in, he had to do something! B.rian went down kind of hard. And then S.cott had to follow. And then D.amien. And C.alculestor made him eat O.z so he ate the robot and now...well, now he's stuck with an engorged stomach trying its best to churn up five times the meat he's used to eating. He belches again and groans, resting his chin on his stomach. He really hates it when he's dragged into stuff like this...but he supposes he won't have to worry about that anymore. What he will have to worry about is the fact that his usually lithe frame is going to be over encumbered with a lot of new heft. He's going to need a whole new wardrobe after this! All for a competition he didn't want to be in! Another massive belch booms out of him and his guts churn wetly, something softening inside. Another meal down. But he's going to be here for hours...he can't even get any art done like this. He just hopes they're all happy with themselves.

D.amien laughs, pressing down on a face bulging out his gut with a mighty belch. "I told you all I could do it! This was nothing!" In truth, normal food upset the demon's gut in higher quantities and he had tapped out pretty early in their eating contest. What didn't upset the demon's gut was live, squirming meat--he could eat as much of that as he wants and handle it like a champ! So, realizing that the only way he was actually going to win was just that, he stuffed all five guys down his gullet. Now his gut was bloated out in front of him with the guys still kicking around and leaving him as the official victor of their contest! And his gut was only just getting fired up. The guys in there had maybe twenty minutes of squirming left for them before the furnace he called a stomach roared to life and snuffed them out with ease. Even that robot was going to melt away in his gut! And sure, he was going to get fat as hell, but he was going to be more than happy to show off the gut he was going to gain off of this. A perfect way to show his victory off!

"W-Was this really necessary..?" O.z murmurs to his churning stomach. He wasn't exactly the heaviest eater--that award obviously went to S.cott and B.rian. But those two were churning into slop in his stomach now if they weren't already, along with the other three guys that had joined in on the eating contest, so maybe that did leave him as the heaviest eater now. And it wasn't like O.z couldn't eat this much and more with ease, he just...didn't really like to. But the contest got a little...intense thanks to C.alculaestor's rules and O.z panicked when he thought someone was reaching to eat him, so he struck first. And then he panicked more and started devouring the others one by one until...well, here he is, back stomach bloated out heavily as it churned up his friends without a care in the world. And not only was he going to end up digesting all of his friends, but he could already feel his clothes getting tighter. At this rate, he's going to have to get an entirely new wardrobe just to handle all the new weight they were going to be giving him. God, this is so embarrassing. He really doesn't feel like a winner right now.

S.cott's tail was wagging like crazy, a fanged grin on his face as he pushes down on his gut. A sloppy belch rumbles out of the werewolf and he slurps over his teeth with glee. He was just so happy to have been able to win! It always felt good to win and get some praise for it, which B.rian had offered him before he devoured the zombie. The rule about being able to eat each other had made S.cott pounce on a couple of the guys and snarf them down and by now they were more of a churning sludge in his stomach than classmates and friends. The zombie had been the only one left when a partially-digested C.alculatesor reminded the werewolf that he had to eat everything to win. So his belly-rubbing, head-patting praiser ended up being an impromptu snack that melted down rather quickly in his ruthless stomach. Another sloppy belch rumbles out of the werewolf. He wishes he still had someone around to rub his gut, but knowing he did such a good job in the contest still left him happy! Plus, he was going to get some great bulk out of all of this.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

maybe if you're up to it, a story of the guys from Monster Prom having a contest to see who's the biggest eater? (Maybe Scott, Damien, Calculester, Brian, Oz and Liam as the characters?) Could end with one eating all, could end with no real winner, I don't mind, you choose

Hell yeah! I feel like this could go a lot of ways honestly. For the sake of having some fun with the idea, I decided to randomize who gets to eat who!

The idea of an eating competition had been brought up by C.alculestor first, since he'd ended up watching a few of his friends get into some kind of spat about who could eat more. He was rather delighted when everyone seemed to like the idea though! Well, not everyone, as L.iam seemed uninterested, but he got dragged in by the others. O.z was a little reluctant as well but didn't back out by the time food had been prepared and sat out for them.

It went well at first, even if D.amien did object to the robot being both a judge and a participant, with S.cott being the clear victor given the speed at which he scarfed down food and L.iam falling behind out of sheer disinterest. And then things got very serious.

B.rian, who had easily been in second, was watching S.cott clear off his plate while eating. When the werewolf was grabbing the last piece of food, the zombie grabbed his hand. There was plenty of time with S.cott being distracted by this for B.rian to shove the hand into his slimy jaws and start gulping. He slid up the arm with ease, then opened wide to start working S.cott's head inside.

The others took notice around there, which caused a commotion--mostly about if this was cheating or not, with O.z being the only one to actually be worried about S.cott's safety. B.rian paused, his jaws sitting just at the curve of the werewolf's gut, drool soaking into his shirt as they waited for the judge's decision. And he decides...S.cott is technically edible, so if B.rian can get him down, it counts! And will also mean he ate all of S.cott's food, too. That was all the zombie needed to get back to his heavy gulping, throwing his head back as he chugs down the rest of his friend with ease. His green stomach expands out in his lap as S.cott spilled inside. A final wet gulp sent his feet down and that was it for him.

O.z's main concern was making sure S.cott didn't, well, die from this and gave up on the contest to try and convince C.alculestor to change his mind. The robot's response to that...was to open his jaws wide and engulf O.z's head. The robot didn't have a hard time devouring his classmate, the embodiment of fear being relatively easy to slurp and gulp down. No matter how much he flailed around, O.z was down the hatch, and the robot's rubber stomach expanded to contain him with ease. A wet belch escapes C.alculestor and B.rian at the same time.

L.iam decided he was done because he very much did not feel like being eaten over some silly contest today. Unfortunately, his forfeit meant the judge had to remove him, so C.alculestor got the vampire from behind to repeat the process and have his second course. The other two didn't seem to mind as the kicking, struggling vampire was dragged over the table gulp after gulp, sliding down the robot's gullet without a chance to get his bearings. O.z got a lot more wiggly when L.iam dropped down on top of him, which worked another heavy belch from their predator as his stomach expanded to twice its size.

B.rian smirks and looks over to D.amien. The poor demon was pretty well outmatched now, especially when that jock-filled gut pinned him to his seat. He cursed and yelled for all he was worth. It just turns out all that was 'worth' was being a meal because B.rian had an easy time working his jaws over the horned head and starting to gulp. The demon couldn't wiggle being pinned down by both the fat stomach and the tight gullet squeezing him deeper. S.cott, for what it was worth, at least seemed happy to have his friend joining him in the stuffed gut. Being surrounded by chewed-up food wasn't as pleasant, but as D.amien's tail was getting slurped up like a noodle, it was clear that wasn't a choice he got to make.

That only left two stuffed contestants left but neither seemed in the best position to eat the other. Their guts roared and churned wetly over food and friend--which, at this point, was also food. The food coma hit them both hard, and they wound up fast asleep as their prey got more lively against the onslaught of digestion. By the time either of them woke up, their stomachs had shrunk down considerably and their bodies had plumped up considerably. B.rian belches up a half-digested letterman jacket. As the official judge, C.alculetor decides to call it a tie.

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Could you do some M.nster Pr.m vore with Sc.tt H.wl

cv or ov (Maybe pit or pec if you could) with digestion would be amazing

I can definitely get all of that in for our favorite himbo werewolf. Plus, it’s October now, so why not? And if you want more, I’ve written for him before here. 

Getting into an eating contest with S.cott seemed like a good idea at the time for D.amien and B.rian. The former thought that he could win at anything and his fiery personality made it hard to turn down any kind of competition, and the latter was always ready for food and hadn’t hit any limits yet. Despite that, S.cott cleared off his plate long before B.rian did and long after D.amien had given up after a belly ache. The werewolf’s fur was taut by then, stretching out his white tshirt, but he wasn’t satisfied, so he ate all the food left over on D.amien’s plate. And when that failed to sate him, he stole B.rian’s to eat all of that, too. Now with his hairy gut fully on display, he still decided he had some room left, and he didn’t want to leave lunch hungry! So, deciding to take his prze, he yanks B.rian over to him and engulfs the zombie’s head. His gut ended up pushing against the table tightly as he guzzled down the wiggling meal, his friend stuffed into that heavy gut with all that sludge. D.amien finally looked at S.cott after hearing a deep belch from the werewolf, but he ended up looking right into that fanged maw. He was devoured next, putting up a lot more of a fight than B.rian did, and being a bit spicier than S.cott would have liked. Not that it stopped him from scarfing down the demon. But once D.amien was curled up with B.rian in their friend's gut, S.cott waddled off with a heavy belch, both full and victorious. He’d probably be noticing that he’s down two friends by tomorrow but he’d at least be in high spirits for the rest of the day as his stomach claimed its prize.

Despite everything, it did seem like S.cott was smart enough to try and use a gloryhole that someone had put into one of the bathroom stalls. The guy who entered the other stall could easily recognize the massive cock sticking out of it given how hairy it was at the base and the sound of the werewolf’s tail thumping against the opposite wall when he’d heard the person entering the stall. But the werewolf got too excited, as he was prone to do, and thrust his hips forward just before his mystery ‘date’ had gotten started. But the feeling of the man’s head entering his cock was good and it kept him going as the thrashing mass was slurped down by his cock. The stall walls cracked around the hole as the bulge pushed through, but it held. S.cott’s furry balls expanded massively on the otherwise, sitting on the floor between his legs as a pair of feet slide into his cockhead and down into his nuts. He was whining and humping the air, his balls clenching and churning harshly, greedily and quickly breaking down its catch. The unlucky student was gone in ten minutes and S.cott was firing him back out with the orgasm of a lifetime into the stall he used to be in. Thick seed, clothes, and bones shot out in thick ropes, gallons of the stuff coating the floor and walls and overflowing the stall. S.cott was a whining, panting mess as he stumbled out of the stall, thick cock and fat nuts waving in the air as they dripped in semen while he left the messy bathroom behind.

Getting help from his pack for bulking over fall was exactly what S.cott was wanting and it got all of the guys excited. They’d gone to the gym together with most of the pack expecting to work out and pretty much take over the place. What they didn’t expect, though, was for S.cott to begin manhandling them as soon as they were in the locker room and shoving them into his hairy, musky muscles. They were going down three at a time with relative ease as they got shoved into his armpits and chest, said muscles swiftly and effortlessly slurping them in with a few strong flexes. And then he’d be grabbing more whining pack members and doing the same with them. It took him no time at all to send the group of fifteen into his pecs or either bicep, leaving them all bulging heavily with the wiggling forms of upset wolves. But the bulking S.cott would get would be immense as he worked all of them down into more muscle mass over the course of several hours. Their whines and cries were drowned out over S.cott’s panting and grunting, his muscles getting thicker and his frame getting larger as the flexing mass of meat helped break them down and absorb them. By the time he was done, he was too large for his clothes and barely fit through doors, but his arms and chest had never been bigger! Hell, a lot of them went to his abs and legs, too. He knew the pack would help him bulk up fast!

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I heard you like Himbo Vore, so I thought it would be a great idea to let you know about my favorite himbo werewolf, Scott Howl! He's from the "Monster Prom" franchise, and you should definitely check him out, and once you have, more Himbo vore please!

Oh I am so happy to have an ask for him, I absolutely adore S.cott! Easily one of the best himbos. He deserves some prompts.

S.cott thought that the prom was going great! He'd came in with a super cute date, got to see a lot of his friends, enjoy some really good food--everything someone would want from a prom, after all! But when his date had accidentally gotten some punch splashed onto him by a very drunk D.amien, S.cott was more than happy to help his date out by cleaning him off without wasting any of that punch! Giving that cute, blushing face some sloppy doggy licks doesn't do much to clean it, unless replacing punch with werewolf slobber counted. The date didn't quite hear the sound of the werewolf's stomach growling, but maybe that's because he was so distracted with that incredibly wide open maw looming over him, sharp teeth shining in the lights of the room just before his head is engulfed. A few slimy gulps later and he was down the hatch, curled up inside of Scott's muscular stomach, bursting a few buttons on that suit as a messy belch rumbles above him. That'd be the fourth prom in a row that'll end with him 'dumping' his date, but the dopey grin on his face said he wasn't really thinking about that yet. But he'll definitely be crying about it the following week and it'll be the problem of all of his friends.

S.cott was one of the best football players on the team, at least according to anyone who plays with him. S.cott's relentless with the ball, tackling anyone who has it to the ground. The only issue is that sometimes he gets way into the pouncing and tackling, and he'll start devouring the guy right on the spot. Lots of people on the opposing team have disappeared down that gullet and into his gut, usually churned up through the course of the rest of the game. Lots of games ended with at least three or four guys churning away in his gut as he belches up some jerseys or helmets. Sometimes he gets so into it, he'll even eat some of his own teammates by mistake and by the time the game is over, they're not in any condition to come out the way they went in. But the team is always more than happy to congratulate S.cott and pepper him with belly rubs and praise for doing so good, no matter the casualties.

B.rian always kind of liked S.cott, and the werewolf always seemed to like him a lot. The zombie had planned on asking S.cott to the prom when he noticed the werewolf had just...engulfed his hand. Before he could ask what was happening, S.cott was swallowing, and he was sinking deeper and deeper...until he was curled up in the man's sweltering guts. He hadn't considered that S.cott might have been hanging around him so much cause he liked the smell of zombie meat, but that fact felt all too real now. Especially when the stomach started gurgling around him. He wouldn't hold up in there for long, and by lunch time, he'd just be a pile in a stall toilet. So much for prom.

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Calculester pred prompts? I'm a huge robot liker

Robots are good! And he's a cute guy so that's a plus.

C.alculester had seen the other guys at the school devouring one another every so often. He wanted to do the same and be like them, seeing it as a fun bonding moment he could have with them all. That’s why he got a new upgrade. And with it fully installed, he wanted to show it off to his friends! He approached S.cott during lunch, the werewolf happily greeting him. C.alculester greeted him back by opening the maw installed into his screen and engulfing the athlete's head in one swift motion. He pinned down S.cott’s arms by the wrist as he gulps and slurps wetly, absolutely enjoying devouring his first prey! S.cott was, notably, enjoying it much less as he tried to get away. But his kicking legs were effortlessly slurped up and he was dropped into the robot’s expanding guts. Belching felt amazing to C.alculester, as did the process of digestion already getting to work on melting S.cott down. This went so well that he already wanted to do it again! Luckily, he saw D.amien leaving to the bathroom to dump his date recently, and C.alculester was excited to follow him and show his other friend his new upgrades.

C.alculester and S.cott got along very well, given that both of them were incredibly friendly and amicable monsters. So it was no surprise that S.cott was trying to initiate the robot into his Wolfpack--even if C.alculatester wasn’t very wolf-like at all. The first thing he had to do was prove he had an appetite like a wolf! Which, for a robot with a near limitless capacity, was easy. S.cott got to watch as the robot picked off the rest of the wolf pack one after another, effortlessly manhandling the other werewolves and snarfing them down with greed. By the end, he was left with a massive gut and a few deep belches as hsi body got to work on processing all that meat. S.cott could only be proud to see such a hearty appetite, though. So the robot was almost instantly accepted into the pack! And their first order of business...was recruiting more members. The rest were busy churning down into robot fuel so they needed more. And maybe a better entry test, too...maybe.

Going on dates was a new and exciting thing for C.alculester, which his current boyfriend O.z seemed more than happy to introduce him to. The first few had gone well, but D.amien had told the robot that a part of dating was breaking up. The demon had even been happy to tell C.alculester the best way to do it! So during their fifth date, he ‘broke up’ with O.z and devoured the student rather greedily. He belched and rubbed over his churning guts as he relaxed in the chair at the nice diner they’d been at. Breaking up was a lot less painful than everyone made it out to be. In fact, it was rather fulfilling!