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A man - or at least what once was one - lays chained to the padded floor of his cell, arms spread wide, eyes blindfolded.

Footsteps come from down the hall and he shifts, knowing what is coming. He can't see, but he hears the door to his cell swing open, the panicked cries of another man, and the sound of a guard struggling to control him.

For years they've had him down here, cleaning up every royal mistake, brutal killer, and foreign delegation that failed to negotiate peace. At first it horrified him, his body used against his will, treated like a living meat grinder. But then the feeling of being so unnaturally full, so painfully stuffed he could hardly stand it became familiar, and after he found pleasure in the pain he knew that even if he escaped, he could never go back.

The struggle in front of him intensified. Voices raised, shoving, a different voice asking for mercy as the man felt warm, unwilling hands pressed against his face. He opened wide and began swallowing when he felt the fingers in his mouth. As he gulped, he felt metal slide through his lips.

"You're going down with me," one of the voices shouted at the other. A second hand was forced into his mouth and again he gulped, gripping both like steel with his powerful throat.

More struggling shook him as he continued to swallow, the cold taste of metal and some kind of fabric both passing down his throat at once. He let out a low moan, his throat far fuller than usual. His belly was going to be so full.

As he gulped, the heads slid down his throat as both men continued to struggle, against each other and against him. As the second shoulder made its way into his mouth, he slowed. This was far, far larger than anything he had ever swallowed all at once before, and swallowing became harder. He shook his body, trying to position just right. A few hard swallows later, and the widest part of both of them had slipped in, slowing inching towards his stomach.

Both men still flailed as he continued to drag them in. Footsteps down the hall got his attention - barely - as he continued to scarf down his meal. The door flew open as he gave another gulp, feeling the chests of his dinner passing down his jaws.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" a voice yelled out.

He felt a sudden tug as the metallic man was yanked hard from the outside. His throat gripped the fresh meat like a vice and he gave another swallow, pulling his meal further into his belly. No one was going to take away his dinner.

Two voices shouted in front of him as he gave a few more gulps. The pulling grew harder, but the grip of his esophagus was tighter than any chain the crown had to offer.

"I just need a better grip!" he heard one of the voices yell. As the other voice shouted in protest he felt fingers in his mouth again and gave another gulp. The waist of both men slid into his mouth, along with another hand.

"Pull me! PULL ME!" he heard the voice shout again. Instinctively, he gave a few gulps, pulling the hand in past the wrist and clamping down tightly. The new voice screamed in panic as he tried to pull back, but to no avail.

The man kept swallowing, feeling the thighs of his first course slide down his gullet and the forearm of his dessert slide deeper in. Footsteps ran down the hall away from his cell as he swallowed again, the knees of the first two men sliding into his throat.

He felt a hand pushing against his face in a desperate bid for survival. The man was trying to push against his face to get him to release, but in return he only swallowed harder and faster. Calves and ankles passed his lips as he swallowed, the original meal rapidly dumping into his stomach, still alive and angrily fighting one another. As the feet of his original meal disappeared down his throat, his new meal continued his struggle, begging for help as his head entered the hungry man's jaws.

He could feel the struggling in his stomach as the voice of the man he was still gulping down became muffled by his stomach. With a few powerful swallows, he felt the man's shoulders slide into his throat, followed by the metallic surface of his torso. His recently-loosened throat was eager and ready for the meal, dragging him down quickly past his waist.

Several sets of footsteps echoed down the hall and the door flung open once more, with several men entering the room together. Several of them shouted and he felt his meal being tugged hard. His throat was far stronger and only continued to pull the man in, his knees sliding down his throat at a rapid pace. With a few powerful gulps, the man pulled his meal's ankles into his mouth as a commanding voice from across the room shouted.

"Stop! Get back! It's too late, we can do nothing here."

As the pulling stopped, he gave a few more gulps and the man's feet disappeared down his throat. The third man settled into his stomach, the sensation of three men in his stomach bringing him very close to the edge. As they struggled, he let out a soft moan, the sensation impossible to ignore. His cock twitched and dripped at the feeling, and as he let out a long, low belch he felt himself start to shoot on the floor. His belch shifted into a gutteral moan as he heard the guards in the room shift uneasily.

"This is why we bring the guilty in with three guards," the voice said in an exhausted tone, "and why you are not supposed to try to pull anyone out if the get stuck. We can't help them now, everyone leave."

Somber footsteps echoed down the wall as his stomach began to churn. The three men inside of his stomach let out muffled cries for help to an empty room as the walls around them began to excrete large quantities of acid, dousing their skin as the painfully strong stomach walls squeezed them like a vice.

The man rested on his stomach, the shuffling and churning inside making him tired and satisfied.

As hours passed, the struggling stopped, and the solid feel of their bodies had softened. He could hear the sound of metal knocking together - the sound of his belly emptying the metal shells inside of him. His stomach let out wet, low groans as it dumped the thick nutrient paste into his intestines, the distribution of weight changing rapidly in his body. He leaned his head on his full, sloshy belly and started to fall asleep.

He woke the next morning to awful indigestion. His stomach was empty, the men fully absorbed into his body, but the metal of their armor remained. He heard footsteps down the hall as he heaved, each piece of armor making its way up one at a time and landing on the floor with a dull clatter. Helmets, braces, parts of the chestplate, one at a time he heaved up the slimy metal shells of his jailers.

He heard the cell door open just as the final and most difficult piece - a metal helmet - finally game popping out of his throat and clanging on the ground, rolling in the direction of the door.

"Oh fuck..." he heard a voice whisper.

"Yeah, less than a day," another replied.

"Do you think there's anything left?"

"No," the other voice said, the sound of the helmet being kicked echoing on the walls, "mark it down."

He heard the sound of someone scratching into the stone, a ritual of the guards every time one of their own was lost to him.

He sighed deeply before letting out a low belch. The only thing he wanted more than the feeling of live meat in his belly was to know how many lines were on that wall.

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Big busty fat bartender woman who serves only the most calorically dense drinks

She's so hefty and charming, people can't help but keep coming back to spend time around her, so of course they have to get more and more drinks which bloat and fatten their bellies with each visit to her bar, each patron hoping to look round and bloated enough to earn a belly pat or cheek kiss from the lusty busty bar tender who loves watching them all swell for her approval~

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yes, I am still thinking of fat post-game Ast//arion

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Belly full of ‘bot.  Shockwave ate another mech. Illustration for an upcoming fic

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Another reason why forcemasc is so appealing, especially to mlm transmascs is that so much of the time in our relationships with men, they want to feminise us. It’s almost a cliche that every transmasc has had a bad relationship with a “bi” dude who discourages then from taking T and tries to make them use they/them or she/her pronouns. It’s nice to imagine a fantasy where someone wants us to actively transition, who finds the masculinity hot, who romanticises the changes on T.

And I can only hope that this has made more transmascs have higher standards and realise that there are people who do will love you and find you attractive because you are masculine and not because you’re their idea of a hot tomboy.

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Did you save any of your skinny jeans as a reminder of how much you've grown?

I’ve gone from 32” jeans to 40”…. I don’t think my old ones would make it past my knees 😂😏

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Listen, I’m all for having perfect fantasies for sex where they’re very perfectly planned out, but sometimes I wish we focused more on the genuine sex experience because fuck some things are hot.

Like slipping out of them and needing to get guided back in, having to take my tcock out of their mouth to laugh at me stuttering when I'm praising/shaming them, taking breaks to breathe, having to stop to clean toys, giggling together at the silly noises bodies just make, etc. etc. etc. Like sure fantasies where everything goes perfectly right are hot, but when you add the realness of sex to them, they send me into orbit.

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Wishing I could go on a date with a cute guy (also into feederism) I met last year. Things didn't end up in anything but I had such a crush on him. Wah.

Been really wanting to find a boyfriend honestly. My wife and I are poly and our relationship is a QPR, so we are non-romantic with each other. I've really wanted to just go on cheesy romantic dates with a new partner though, have some kinky fun, and get to really know someone. But intimacy is hard and finding someone to feel safe with is even harder. Makes me miss the cute guy more.

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feederism but like in a forcemasc way. being forcefed a protein shake through a beer bong. forcing a cute little twink to eat a biiiiig steak, just for all the protein. you need to keep up your protein if you wanna be a big boy

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something about a beautiful, refined older woman. a gorgeous dress, manicured nails, not a hair out of place. immaculate makeup that emphasizes her mature beauty rather than hiding it. her painted lips parting in a ghastly belch that sends spittle flying. a huge, gurgly and cramping upset stomach that she has to rub through her dress, loud glorps and gurks echoing from within. the poor woman looks pale from the bellyache you've given her. but the new help needs to be reminded that they are expendable, and you were the unfortunate maid to be made an example of

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Has anyone ever told you that you look good enough to eat?

Real life pic of me reacting to this in my inbox

#aaaaaa thank you #this made my night

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God. I want Leon in my belly so badly. He'd put up such a good fight inside and out, and it'd be a real pleasure to digest such a wisecracking cutie. I'd really take my time to savor such a handsome, witty and strong prey~ I really wanna feel him squirm.

I picture myself as some mutated monster, hungry, starving, aching for him. I'd savor finally defeating him after toying with him the whole fight, stripping him down of his clothes and weapons, him flustered and blushing and arrogant, giving special attention to his t-cock until he was a panting mess. I would make a real mess of him, take him completely, exhaust him after having him cum over and over. Just pepper his weakened body with kisses and at some point, in such a sex-fueled haze, he'd kiss back, suck my t-cock, sink his hands into my soft flesh and moan like the little prey-slut he is, no matter how desperate he is to deny it.

Then just take my time swallowing him, savoring every inch of his sweaty, bloodstained body, teasing him with my tongue and listen to him try to hold back moan after moan, until all of him is sunk down into my belly. I'd sit back with a big round gut full of special agent Kennedy, delighting in the fact that I'd be turning years of training and hopes and dreams and wit and tenacity into more fat on my waist. I'd savor all of his squirming, kicking and yelling...and god, I'd probably just coo and compliment him the whole time. Tell him what a good boy he is, what a good job he's done, to just lay back and enjoy himself and go to sleep. Let my belly take care of him. And then the squirming would stop and my stomach would be still, and I'd cradle my gut as he began to break down...and I'd push in on my belly to feel his softened body turned into chyme, maybe crunching against melting bone, a meaty slurry to slip through my bowels and nourish me. So fucking tasty, filling and fulfilling. I'd never forget such a brilliant meal like that. It's almost a shame to digest a guy like him.

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The Best Night of Your Life

You have a date with a really charming young man, but at the end of the night he has a small favor to ask of you... You wouldn't deny such a gentleman, would you?

Short POV vore story from the view of the prey and ending with pov of pred. Features male pred and gender ambiguous prey. Manipulative pred, willing->unwilling->willing prey. Some smut. Content warning for mentions of disposal at the end.

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This super sweet boy you met recently is just utterly chivalrous and charming, completely respectful and attentive to you. He asked you out a few days ago and so far, you've had not a single complaint. Your evening out with him is utterly wonderful and one of the best dates of your life. He had such an honest face and sweet eyes, and even though he's shorter than you, his massive girth still makes you feel small. A true gentleman!

When you're about to say goodbye for the night, he shyly looks down at his feet. Hand scratching the back of his head. You smile and blush, figuring he's about to ask for a goodnight kiss.

He looks up at you, face soft and sweet and welcoming, and asks shyly, "Can I eat you?"

You blink. Such a sweet man was...a pred?! You swallow hard, looking down at the huge belly straining against his button-down. Before it was soft and cute, but now...

"I'm sorry!" He blurts, folding his hands cutely across his chest. "I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That would never be my intention. You just look so soft and delicious and I just...our dinner didn't fill me up..." His face is flushed, fingers fiddling nervously with the buttons on his shirt.

Your heart skips a beat. He was such an angel. You'd hate to see him so distressed. "No, no, not at all!" You reassure, and despite your reservations, put a comforting hand to his shoulder. "I feel incredibly safe with you. I just...wasn't expecting it is all."

The second your hand touches his shoulder, his stomach audibly growls. He looks up at you, the tiniest of smiles tugging at his lips. A silent question. His face is so round, his facial hair scruffy and charming, his cheeks plump and rosy. He looks cherubic. It's so hard to say no to him, especially since he took such good care of you tonight...

"I...I've never been eaten before." You confess. "It's always scared me a little. And I know without the proper paperwork, you could get into trouble..."

"It's okay! I've done this a few times." He pats his belly lovingly. "Don't worry, I'm gentle. And...we could do things before, if that'd make you feel better! And if you change your mind..."

Both of you are blushing. Your eyes roam down his body, the chubby moobs tucked away behind buttons, soft hands that have no reached up to gently take your arm, the single little swirl of hair falling over his forehead. You feel as if you grow a little lighter, and swallow hard. "Maybe...we can go back to your place. And see where the night takes us."

He smiles big, and places a gentlemanly kiss upon your hand. "I'll lead the way. Let me walk closer to the street so you stay safe, okay?"

Your heart swoons.

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Your hair is wrapped in his fist as he forces you deeper into his crotch. He moans loudly and roughly, his t-cock throbbing in your mouth as you suck and lap at it. You feel like some kind of dog, obeying your master's commands, and you pant like one too. His musk, a mixture of both masculine scent and arousal, seems to fill you up, his belly rocking against your head as you blow him.

"Keep going," He snarls, not allowing you to come up for air. "Good girls/boys don't breathe." He bucks against you and groans in ecstacy.

Your mind is swimming. Fuck. He was such a sweetheart, but in bed he's a fucking monster. He asked for consent and the second it was given a dark fire lit up behind his eyes. He ripped your clothes off roughly, chuckling at how you'd never need them again. You were never into vore, but for some reason it made you ache, mace you burn, made you want to please him. He fucked you fast and hard with a hand around your throat, licking up your throat and face, telling you how hungry he was. He made you cum at least three times, and now commanded you to service him before dessert. You had fallen to your knees in a hurry, desperate to make him moan. Your body was shaking with weakness, exhausted from the orgasms and lack of air, but still you sucked his cock, slipping two fingers into his tight boyhole to further please him.

Your other hand traveled upwards, caressing his soft belly as he grinded against your face. His skin was smooth, the forest of hair there soft and fuzzy. You groped him, imagining just how many others had been in this same position...just how many people had created a belly this fat?

You felt like you were going to cum again.

He suddenly shoved your face deeper than ever into him, moaning loudly as his entire body tensed. You kept fucking his hole and sucking on his hard little cock, tongue expertly fucking him to oblivion. When his muscles went slack and he fell against the pillows, releasing his hold on you, you finally came up for a breath of fresh air, face stained with his cum.

"Good girl/boy..." He smiled, struggling to breathe after such an intense orgasm. "Now...time to get in my belly."

You froze. Oh...that's right. That's what you agreed to.

His face softened. "If that's still okay?" He sounded genuine, but the disappointment on his face was obvious.

Fuck. You never wanted to see such a cute, sweet guy upset... Never mind the way he stretched and destroyed your asshole or left bruises on your throat...

You crawl across the bed, trembling. "Will it hurt?"

He smiles, leaning forward. "I'll take care of you."

"You...you can eat me." You whisper, heart pounding. You're terrified, weak, and never have you been this aroused in your entire life.

The dark fire lights up in his eyes. He places a kiss on your forehead, delicate. You close your eyes, but when the bed creaks, you open them out of reflex. The last thing you see is his mouth opening impossibly wide, the gaping abyss of his throat, hot breath blasting over you.

In one fell swoop, your entire head is in his mouth. He swallows hard, and you're sucked down into his gullet. You start to squirm, and his fingers find all of your most sensitive bits and begin to finger you. Placate you. You moan, and it's muffled by his flesh now surrounding you. It's wet and dark and his throat muscles are crushing against you, pulling you down his esophagus like you're nothing.

He keeps swallowing hard, pulling more and more of you into his mouth. Your head pops into his stomach, and you're greeted by intense heat and the acrid smell of stomach acid and the half-digested dinner from earlier. His stomach gurgles and glorps, excited for your descent.

You feel like you're going crazy. Your shoulders enter his stomach now, but you can still feel your legs wiggling outside his mouth. You feel trapped between two different worlds, and it hits you that...you never asked if he plays for keeps. But he would always let you out, right? Did you want him to?

Of course you did! You didn't want to actually be his food! You didn't want him to melt you down...be the best meal he's ever had...make him feel good...

Soon, he pushes your feet into his mouth with one hand, jaws snapping shut as he gulps down the last of you.

You're forced to curl into the fetal position inside him, struggling to get comfortable in the tight space and oppressive heat. You are completely and utterly trapped. You feel his hands roaming over his belly, finding the shape of your head and patting it.

You press against the stomach walls, grimacing as the acids bubble, making your skin itch. The stomach walls are eagerly churning around you, knocking you to and fro.

"Hey... I'm not sure about this..." You call out, trying to be heard over the loud digestive gurgles and the walls of fat between you and the outside world. "Baby, can I come out?"

He must be bending forward, because you're crushed a little bit and can hear his muffled voice, sweet as honey. "Food doesn't talk."

Your blood runs cold. "What?"

"Do I look like I skip meals?" You hear his adorable little chuckle. "You said I could eat you, so that's what I'm doing. I promised I'd take care of you." He patted his date-stuffed gut. "And you've been taken care of."

You begin to squirm, kicking and shoving at the churning walls of his stomach. More and more acids are flooding in, pooling around you and making you tingle. You whimper, struggling to take a breath. This guy...he may look like a sweetheart, but he's got a dungeon on the inside. He's playing executioner and there's nothing you can do.

"Help!" You cry out, struggling. "Someone, please!" You know nobody will hear you though. You're completely helpless and his gut is your entire world. You can hear the air whooshing into his lungs, the thunder of his heartbeat. As your struggling comes to a sudden end, your limbs weak, you realize he has totally broken you too. You've never been so owned in your life.

It was the best date you ever had too. And now this...but how were you supposed to say no to him? How were you supposed to know... He did ask you... But...

You curl into yourself as the acids splash around you. He's shifting, and you think you can hear the distinct sound of a vibrator.

You always knew you were kind of weak willed and pathetic. Your friends always joked you would end up getting eaten by a pred one day. You always tried to play it careful, but this handsome gentleman had just caught you completely off guard. At least you had a really good night before being shuttled into his bowels...

You feel yourself sway in his stomach as he begins fucking himself. You feel happy that he's feeling so good. He really is such a sweet guy after all, and he fucked you real nice. You're exhausted, but your fingers travel downward and you begin to fuck yourself inside him.

You buck and moan in tandem with him, even as his stomach crushes against you, even as the acids rise. Even as you begin to melt. You hear him moaning in ecstacy and smile, moaning loudly and hoping he can hear over the sounds of digestion.

Your entire world becomes of symphony of gurgles, glops, and gloops. You should feel scared but your mind is numb, totally broken down by him and his dominating body. You feel your head going fuzzy and lean back into the stomach walls, resting. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you feel yourself grow soft, churned expertly by the world around you, and you don't even realize you will never open them again....

XXX

I flush the toilet, letting out a loud yawn. I wash my hands, having to lean awkwardly over my massive belly. The cutie from last night is making their way through me, a little bit of them already flushed down the toilet this morning. They were taller than me, so my digestive system is having a helluva time processing them. I'll be digesting them for another day at least.

Drying my hands, I rub my belly tenderly, reminiscing about the lovely date and incredible sex afterwards. Such easy prey to convince...and they didn't even put up that much of a fight. I was a little disappointed at first, but how easily broken down and obedient they were was totally giving me a bit of a power trip. They were awfully easy to manipulate though.

I made my way back to the bedroom, plopping down heavily onto the bed and letting out a loud burp. One arm on the shelf of my belly, I scrolled through the pictures from last night. There were some candid shots of them eating dinner, at the arcade we went to, some selfies of us together and a few sexy photos we took while having fun. I took a few video recordings of digesting them, my t-cock growing hard at the sounds of their moans, muffled by my fat gut and digestion. My followers were gonna love this one.

I moved the pictures to a special folder on my phone titled "Gut Sluts". It was only April and this was already my 12th prey. I always thought of 12 as a lucky number, and last night sure felt lucky. I wanted to say I'd never forget this prey, but once digestion completed its course and I dumped the leftovers of them that couldn't be used for fat and nutrients, I'd probably forget.

I smiled, hefting my post-meal belly in my arms. They really thought I was a charmer, huh?

I opened one of my apps, licking my lips at a new message in my inbox. A cute fat boy, red lipstick and short black hair, a too-small shirt riding up and exposing his furry belly. He looked absolutely delicious. Even though my last prey was all mush and still digesting, my stomach growled with hunger. With desire. He had to be my next meal. I started typing out a quick response, tongue sliding hungrily over my teeth.

Hey cutie.Thanks for the compliments!  You're quite the handsome devil yourself. I'd love to get to know you better. It's absolutely wonderful to meet you!!! ☺️❤️

I guess you should never judge a book by its cover.

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Happy to Serve

A short vore story based on Resident Evil. An alternate ending to Leon and Krauser's final battle, in which Krauser really lives up to his snake motif...

Content warnings: Gay m/m vore, graphic digestion, hyper digestion, mention of disposal, betrayal, grief. If you don't like vore or any of these other things, please just move along!

Krauser grinned, his monstrous arms clawing into the stone and shooting sparks off at his sides as he came as close to orgasm as he could without touching himself. His massive belly distended before him, visibly squirming with the rookie inside.

"MAJOR KRAUSER!" Leon called from inside, shockingly calm for the situation he was in. "LET ME OUT! We can talk about this... About everything. About South America and..."

Krauser let out a raspy laugh. "You had your chance, rookie, and you lost. Keep squirming though, it feels pretty good!"

"Why, Krauser?! Why did you do this... Why did you eat me? You're a man, not a monster! No matter what they did to you." Leon's voice was firm, even. Somehow he still thought himself in control. Thought he had a chance.

Krauser groaned in pain as he de-mutated his arms. It was an incredibly painful process, rendering his right arm with motor impairment--Los Illuminados had warned him about this. But he didn't care...he needed his hands on his gut.

"Well one thing is that you're delicious, pretty boy. I always thought your little pussy was good, but this is even better." Krauser laughed again. "Second is that the plagas, the mutation...it made me feel like I'm starving. And you just happened to look like prey. The rabbit to my snake. Kick and bite and scratch all you want, but you're a meal just the same. You're just a rookie, after all." Krauser's hands danced over the taut surface of his distended belly, enjoying the way Leon suddenly went still. He began to draw slow, steady circles over its center, enjoying the loud gurgles the movement seemed to draw out.

"Krauser..." Leon's hand pressed put against the walls of the stomach, indenting so that Krauser could see the impression of it. "Remember the nights we shared. The trust. The vulnerability. What happened during Javier... That shouldn't change that. What would your men think of that?" Silence. "...Our men?"

Krauser stared at the little impression for a moment. Leon felt and sounded so small, smaller than usual. It was honestly pathetic. He had always thought Leon's emotions and his empathy was what made him weak--and his hesitancy to kill Krauser, those feelings of love and respect... Well, they had landed him right in Krauser's hungry belly.

If a rabbit failed that badly, he probably deserved to be a snake's dinner.

Krauser placed his hand over Leon's for a moment. The prey within could not see, but the predator was smirking. With one quick shove, he crushed Leon's hand down, then used both hands to shove the man's entire body further into his stomach acids, drowning him in them.

Leon screamed, beginning to writhe. His usual cocky calm crashed into adrenaline fueled panic--but Krauser had stripped him, kissed him hard and hungry before gulping him down, and he had nothing but his own delicious flesh to fight with.

Leon delivered kick after kick, punch after punch, stirring up the gas inside of Krauser's bowels. The blonde let out a massive burp and gave his gut a huge smack, enjoying the ruckus his prey was putting up. "Not too shabby, little snack! But you should have trained harder...looks like you're no match for my stomach!"

"Krauser!" Leon gasped for air, his struggles becoming weaker. No weapons, no herbs, no first aid spray, not even an egg... He was starting to feel dizzy, losing himself quickly. Of all the things he imagined being digested by, he had never pictured his senior officer, even if he had become some mutated freak! "Please... Help me. You were my mentor. You were... I loved you, Krauser. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. But I loved you. I loved you in every way I cou--"

"Shut it, rookie." Krauser said firmly. He grew tired of the whining and the squirming--he was ready to get right to the point. He rested both hands on his gut and sneered. "Say hi to my men for me, won't you, Leon?"

"Wait!"

Krauser flexed his stomach muscles, crushing down with his hands as well. Leon's entire world became even smaller, the stomach around him tightening to an unfathomable degree. He screamed, bones audibly snapping and popping out of place. More stomach acids roared into the belly, pouring over him and beginning to melt him instantly.

"Oh, fuck..." Krauser moaned, using one hand to stroke his t-cock as he hyperdigested his ex-lover. "That's right... Melt down, pretty boy. You'll be nothing but my shit now!"  Leon's screams and struggles faded down to silent twitches, drowned out by the roar of digestion. Everything Leon ever was--tenacity, bravery, skill, beauty, power, hope and grief--all of it was reduced to chyme, a nutritious slurry slopping about in the Major's guts.

His gut shrunk until it was a huge round ball rather than a man sized distension, and the processing of the Leon-Slurry began. Krauser moaned, spitting on his fingers to get some lube to jerk off his fat t-cock better, hard as a rock after digesting the sweet little rookie. First he betrayed his country, and now, his student. He rutted against his hand, his stomach loudly sloshing to and fro as he jacked off.

Leon could never escape him now. He almost regretted losing the chance to plunge his knife right into his pretty little heart, but having him melt away in his powerful, monstrous gut to fuel his strength seemed like a much more fitting end for the rookie. Now Leon would always be a part of him--and part of every heinous thing he would ever do, part of every meal he would feast on. After this, Ada Wong, Leon's old friend Claire Redfield, maybe even Ashley Graham when Los Illuminados was done with her...

Krauser came explosively, tilting his head back and snarling. Both hands gripped his gut, feeling the slop inside jostle and slush audibly. His stomach let out one long, disgusting glorp and he grinned, panting in the afterglow. He slowly rose to his feet after a few moments, one hand on his overfull gut. He had completed his mission.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser strutted in powerfully to meet with Saddler, his belly still distended and bouncing as he walked. He came into the room to see Miss Ashley Graham strapped to a table, struggling wildly.

"You!" She hissed, purple veins throbbing against her skin. "Where the hell is Leon?!"

Krauser grinned wide, all teeth. Just like a predator. "Right here." He said, patting his round gut. "My condolences."

Ashley's jaw dropped in horror. "No... There's no way..."

"Excellent work, Krauser." Saddler glided forward, smirking as he eyed the blonde's fattened belly. "Looking a bit overfed, but so long as you got the job done..." He placed one hand over Krauser's stomach, making him shiver. "The agent is indeed gone. Good work, he was disrupting our family... Shame the plagas did not take to him."

Flustered and trying to not show it, Krauser pulled out his knife and absent-mindedly started fiddling with it, performing small tricks. "I think he made for a better meal anyways, Saddler." The emblem of a snake, right above the hilt of the knife, flashed in the firelight.

"Of course you think that. You are the snake that swallowed the little rabbit down whole after all, aren't you?" Saddler looked down his nose and smiled. "Ah, and controlling your mutation too. We chose well with you, Krauser..."

Krauser flushed from the praise. It had been a long time since he heard something like that. His stomach gurgled, and he was keenly aware of Ashley sobbing in the background. He placed both hands on his belly, looking down and picturing Leon for a moment. Something inside him, something buried, twitched. Sad.

He forced it back down.

Krauser looked back up at Saddler, his face even now. "Yes sir. Happy to serve."

GLOOOOOORP!

It sounded like his stomach was too.

[building--a--bear]

Seeing movie Wesker say something like this and have actually eaten people made me feel absolutely despicable things

[building--a--bear]

Galaxy brain idea. I am a BOW in the REverse in this btw.

I eat my babygirl Leon intending to regurgitate him back up for cuddles, and then bigger, better and fatal pred Wesker comes along and mocks/tortures/fucks me relentlessly while forcing me to digest my cute boy. I am broken in mind, body and heart, crying as I hold my belly and whimper Leon's name, in utter disbelief even as his digested remains slosh in my guts. Wesker, satisfied with the amount of despair he has caused then sees fit to swallow and digest me. He has hyper-precise control over his digestive system though, and keeps for trapped and slowly melting for days, possibly even weeks. The entire time boasting about his superiority and being a general asshole. I could have mutated into a bigger and stronger form at any point but the psychological grip he had on me rendered me completely and utterly helpless.

After I'm gone, he goes and finds Chris, boasting about how he effortlessly and cruelly disposed of one of his finest comrades and one of the only intelligent/cooperative (in regards to the BSAA) BOWs. He probably beats Chris' ass and forces him to listen to what remains of Leon and I slipping through his intestines