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More Than Neighbors

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Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Endo, Digestion, Melting Digestion, Multiple Instances of Vore, burping

The sun cast a warm glow over the new neighborhood as Jake and Andrew arrived at their freshly leased apartment. The building, a quaint three-story structure, stood proudly with a coat of welcoming beige paint. As they stepped inside, the scent of fresh paint tickled their noses—a sign that this place was truly their canvas to fill.

The apartment had a cozy charm, with sunlight streaming through the large windows that adorned the living room. The kitchen, though compact, exuded a functional elegance, complete with gleaming appliances and granite countertops. A promising beginning to their life together.

With an exchange of glances and a shared smile, Jake and Andrew embarked on a rhythm of unpacking. The air was charged with the excitement of new beginnings. The sound of cardboard boxes being shuffled and furniture being arranged reverberated through the apartment.

Jake's lively voice, filled with enthusiasm, echoed, "Babe, I'm thinking the couch should go right here, what do you say?"

Andrew, a bit more measured in his responses, replied, "Yeah, that works. Gives a nice view of the TV and opens up the space."

Their shared brainstorming intertwined with the mundane yet significant task of setting up their home. Little did they know that this cozy abode would soon become the stage for a more unconventional kind of interaction with their neighbor. Or, at the very least, one that Jake attempted to hide really well.

"I'd love to stay and help, but I've got to go to work. Maybe wait on the heavier tasks till I'm back home, and set up what you can until then," Andrew suggested, a hint of regret in his voice as duty called him away.

Jake nodded, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Sure thing, babe. I'll leave the heavy lifting for when my strong man is back in action." He winked playfully, earning a chuckle from Andrew.

As Andrew prepared to head out the door, Jake couldn't resist a mischievous comment, "Thinking of greeting our neighbors later. You know, being the friendly new guy in the building."

Andrew shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. "Just don't get into any trouble. And no overly friendly offers, alright?" he quipped.

Jake feigned innocence, a twinkle in his eye. "Who, me? Never!" he teased, giving Andrew a quick peck on the cheek before sending him off to work with a playful swat on the butt. "Hey, I just want to make sure we're on good terms with everyone around here. Plus, who knows, maybe they're super cool."

With a peck on Jake's cheek, Andrew replied, "Alright, social butterfly. Do us proud. See you later, okay?"

"Sure thing. Have a good day at work!" Jake replied, continuing the mundane task of unboxing their many sentimental objects for the next hour.

Jake took a moment in the shiny new bathroom, adjusting his hair and shirt. He wanted to make a good first impression, not just for himself but also for Andrew. With a deep breath, he looked at himself in the mirror, nodding as if giving himself a mental pep talk.

Feeling ready, Jake strolled out of the apartment, locking the door behind him, and headed for the next door. It felt a bit odd, making the rounds so soon, but he figured it was better to know his neighbors sooner rather than later.

Arriving at the door, he took another moment, clearing his throat and then knocked twice. The anticipation was a mix of nerves and excitement, not knowing who would answer the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a man with a dad bod, dressed in a blue gym shirt that depicted a muscular guy lifting, paired with black shorts. The shirt hugged his form in a way that accentuated his physique rather than hiding it, and the casual attire only added to the relaxed charm he exuded. This was Thomas, the neighbor Jake was about to get to know.

"Hey there!" Thomas greeted, a friendly smile on his face. "You must be the new neighbor. I'm Thomas." He extended a hand, a firm handshake revealing the calluses of someone who might hit the gym often.

"Jake," he replied, returning the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Thomas."

Thomas chuckled a bit, the friendly tone still lingering. "Likewise, Jake. So, what brings you to this side of the building?"

Jake shifted slightly, feeling a bit shy under Thomas's friendly gaze. "Just moved in with my boyfriend, Andrew, next door. Thought I'd say hi to the neighbors."

"Ah, the happy couple! Welcome to the neighborhood," Thomas said, rubbing his chin playfully. "You know, you're lucky to have me as a neighbor. I'm like the unofficial welcoming committee around here."

Jake grinned, finding Thomas's confidence oddly endearing. "Well, lucky us then. Thanks for the warm welcome."

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his demeanor casual but with a hint of self-assuredness. "No problem at all. Say, why don't you come in? I was just about to make some tea. A little neighborly chat won't hurt."

Jake hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist the friendly offer. "Sure, why not? Tea sounds good."

The apartment had a pleasant aroma of warmth and familiarity as Thomas led Jake in. It was a cozy space with an inviting feel, making Jake feel a bit more at ease. Thomas moved effortlessly to the small kitchenette, pulling out two cups and preparing tea.

"Here you go, Jake," Thomas said, handing over one of the steaming cups. "I've got a knack for tea, so enjoy."

"Thanks," Jake replied, taking a sip, the warmth of the tea comforting in his hands. "You've got a nice place here."

Thomas grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, it's my little bachelor pad. Not as neat as it could be, but it's home."

They exchanged pleasantries, Jake finding himself drawn to Thomas's charismatic demeanor. The conversation flowed easily, with Thomas expressing genuine interest in getting to know his new neighbor. At one point, Jake couldn't help but voice a thought that had been lingering in his mind.

"You know, Thomas, you're a pretty interesting guy," Jake said, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, well, quite attractive."

Thomas's response was a cocky smirk, as if he'd expected the compliment. "I get that a lot, and for good reason."

Jake blushed slightly, his admission out in the open. "I hope I'm not being too forward or anything. It's just, you seem like a cool guy."

Thomas chuckled, the cocky edge still present. "No worries, Jake. I can handle a compliment. And cool? I'll take it. We'll have to hang out more, get to know each other better. Maybe introduce me to that boyfriend of yours."

Jake nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, that sounds great. Andrew would love to meet you, I'm sure."

With that, the conversation continued, the two sharing stories and laughter, the bond between neighbors growing stronger. Little did Jake know that the more time he spent with Thomas, the deeper his fascination would become. Jake couldn't stop eye-ing his neighbor's dad bod, and especially his slightly protruding belly, which was cozy and inviting.

"What's up?" Thomas said, noticing Jake's attraction to his body and his extended silence.

"Say, Thomas," Jake spoke, his voice a little shaken and apprehensive. "I was wondering if you could… You know," He said, avoiding his neighbor's direct gaze. "Swallow me up?"

The revelation hung in the air, creating a moment of awkward tension between Jake and Thomas. Jake's request was so unexpected that even Thomas, with his confident demeanor, was momentarily taken aback.

"Swallow you up?" Thomas repeated, a bemused expression crossing his face.

Jake, realizing how unusual his request sounded, quickly began to backtrack. "Oh, uh, sorry. That was a weird thing to say. I just thought, you know, it's been a long day with all the moving, and I thought it might be a way to relax. Forget I said anything."

Thomas, recovering from his initial surprise, chuckled. "Hey, no need to apologize. That's definitely one way to unwind. But, you know, what about your boyfriend? Shouldn't he be the one you'd want to spend your evening with?"

Jake hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if searching for an excuse. "Andrew's at work. He won't be back for hours. I figured it might be a good time, you know?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow, the cocky smirk returning. "Well, well, looks like I've got some competition with your boyfriend's schedule. Alright, Jake, let's give it a try. Why not?"

Jake's eyes widened in surprise, the realization sinking in that Thomas was actually considering his bizarre request. He stammered, "Wait, really?"

Thomas chuckled again, approaching Jake with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, really. I was beginning to think the tea in me could use some company." He teased.

As Thomas moved closer, Jake felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did he know that this seemingly casual decision would set the stage for a series of events that would reshape the dynamics of their relationships in ways he couldn't have imagined.

Thomas's demeanor shifted, and a dominant aura enveloped him as he towered over Jake. With a wicked grin, he leaned in, his tongue emerging to sensually trace patterns across Jake's face, leaving a glossy trail of saliva in its wake.

Jake, caught in a mix of surprise and arousal, felt a shiver run down his spine. The dominant display was more than he had bargained for, but there was a certain allure to Thomas's confident and commanding presence.

As Thomas continued to lick, his teasing commentary echoed through the room. "You wanted to relax, right? Well, I'm here to make sure it's a memorable experience for you."

Jake, unable to resist the heat building within him, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I… I wanted something different."

Thomas, seemingly pleased with Jake's response, opened his mouth wide. The sight of those teeth, the expanse of his tongue, and the moist interior of his mouth created a mesmerizing spectacle. Jake, transfixed, felt a combination of excitement and anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, Thomas brought his open mouth closer to Jake's head, giving him a teasing pause. "Ready for the next part?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Jake, feeling the heat of the moment, nodded again. "Yeah, go for it."

Thomas didn't waste any time. He extended his tongue and, with a deliberate and sensual motion, began swallowing Jake's head. The sensation was unlike anything Jake had experienced before—being enveloped by warmth, the pressure increasing gradually as he slid further into Thomas's mouth.

As Jake descended into the darkness, he couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the act. The feeling of Thomas's teeth grazing against his skin, the wetness of his tongue, and the gentle pressure surrounding him created a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, and he couldn't be more grateful that he had been forward with his request.

Thomas relished the sensation of Jake's head nestled within the confines of his mouth. The warm, tight space engulfed Jake, and Thomas couldn't resist savoring the unique flavors that each part of his captive offered.

With a deliberate and practiced motion, Thomas began the process of swallowing Jake further. His hands, which had initially rested casually on Jake's torso, now came into play. Fingers pressed gently into Jake's sides, aiding the swallowing process and ensuring a smooth descent.

The fabric of Thomas's shirt stretched as Jake's form traveled lower, gradually disappearing into the voracious depths of Thomas's mouth. The sensation of Jake's descent was hot, tight, and surprisingly intimate. Thomas's throat worked rhythmically, each gulp accompanied by a low, satisfied hum.

As Jake's upper body passed the point of no return, Thomas reveled in the feel of his buttocks. The firm, plump curves were a tantalizing delight, and Thomas couldn't resist using his hands to savor the moment. Fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, ensuring every inch of Jake was embraced by the consuming journey.

Thomas's thick hands squeezed Jake's buttocks inside his mouth, relishing the feeling of the soft flesh yielding to his grasp. The act was both sensual and commanding, a testament to the control Thomas exerted over the devouring process.

As Thomas continued the deliberate swallowing, the bulge in his throat expanded, signaling Jake's gradual descent into the depths of his belly. The once-taut fabric of Thomas's shirt now strained and stretched, barely containing the increasing mass within. The sight was both enticing and provocative, the visible contours of Jake's form pressing against the fabric.

GULP!

With each successive gulp, Jake's head popped beneath the surface of Thomas's belly, causing a noticeable bulge from the outside. The fabric of Thomas's shirt clung desperately to the expanding mass within, the tight material pulled upward by the gravitational pull of Jake's journey into the man's digestive abyss.

The struggle of the fabric against the growing bulge was accentuated by the relentless swallowing. Thomas's throat worked with practiced precision, each gulp drawing Jake further into the churning depths of his belly. The once-cocky bachelor now seemed entirely consumed by the act, his concentration evident in the rhythmic motions of his throat.

The tight shirt, now strained beyond its limits, surrendered to the pressure. With a final, audible rip, the fabric gave way, exposing Thomas's expanding midsection. The bulge, no longer restrained by clothing, continued its ascent, offering a visual spectacle of Jake's gradual submersion into Thomas's digestive embrace.

Thomas's belly was much more pronounced with Jake entirely swallowed up, showcasing his curled up form beneath the bachelor's muscles. He rubbed his belly, moaning, as he let out a huge burp.

BuuuUuUuUuUuUrPPP!!

Thomas grinned, running a hand over his now exposed belly, the remnants of his torn shirt hanging from his waistband. "Well, shit, there goes my favorite gym shirt. And I thought it was tear-resistant. You owe me a new one."

He looked down at Jake's bulge inside him, the corners of his mouth curling up mischievously. "But, you know, it's worth it, just to have you all cozy in there, buddy."

Thomas reclined on his couch, feeling the subtle weight of Jake nestled within him. The torn shirt hung around his waist as a makeshift reminder of their unusual encounter. He ran a hand over his rounded belly, savoring the comforting fullness.

As hours passed, Jake found a peculiar coziness within Thomas's belly. His words, though muffled by the fleshy confines, conveyed a sense of contentment. "So damn cozy in here," Jake's voice reverberated, the sounds dulled by the warm expanse of Thomas's belly.

The bachelor lounged, occasionally shifting in a way that cradled Jake further within him. Thomas chuckled, responding to the muffled remarks. "Yeah? Glad you're enjoying it, buddy. Just chill. We got time, and let me know when that boyfriend of yours is about to come."

Hours drifted lazily by as Thomas continued to chill on his couch, occasionally rubbing his belly as if patting a pet that lay within. Jake, within the comfortable confines of Thomas's belly, began to squirm subtly. His muffled sounds conveyed a sense of restlessness.

Jake's voice was muffled, the words barely decipherable but hinting at the desire to be released. Thomas, catching on, sat up with a casual grin. "Alright, time to set you free, little guy."

Thomas leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, as the process of regurgitating Jake commenced. A low, guttural sound accompanied the motion, reminiscent of someone trying to force out an unexpected cough. As the first signs of Jake's reappearance became evident, a mixture of saliva and stomach acids accompanied him.

With a final, controlled heave, Jake emerged from Thomas's mouth. The dampened form of the once-swallowed man glistened, adorned with a sheen of Thomas's digestive fluids. Jake coughed and sputtered, the residue of the endosomatic adventure clinging to his form.

Thomas chuckled, leaning back as he wiped a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. "There you go, Jake. Back to the land of the living, or at least out of my stomach."

Jake fumbled for a nearby napkin, wiping off the remnants of Thomas's digestive embrace from his face. He hesitated, glancing at Thomas with a mix of uncertainty and arousal.

"Fuck, that was hot as fuck," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushed. "Do you think, um… That maybe we could do this regularly?"

Thomas reclined on the couch, a cocky grin forming on his lips. "Regularly, huh? Well, who am I to say no? My gut's taken a liking to your round shape, and I figure I'd want to make use of this torn shirt again."

Jake, still catching his breath, grinned at Thomas. "Thanks, man. That was something else." With a casual wave, he headed back to his apartment, the door closing behind him.

In the privacy of his own place, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the wild experience. "Damn," he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror. "Shower time before Andrew gets back."

Over the next few weeks, Jake found himself drawn to Thomas's door almost as if by an irresistible force. The frequency of his visits increased, and a peculiar routine developed—almost every time Andrew was out for work, Jake would find himself knocking on Thomas's door, eager for the sensation of being swallowed once more.

It became a clandestine affair, a secret passion that Jake couldn't resist indulging. The cozy afternoons spent nestled in Thomas's belly provided a unique escape, a refuge from the outside world. Thomas, despite his initial cockiness, seemed to enjoy the arrangement just as much.

Their encounters varied. Sometimes it was a quick, spontaneous venture, while on other occasions, Jake lingered longer, savoring the warmth and tightness of his endosoma retreat. As Thomas rubbed his belly in contentment, Jake relished the intimacy of the experience. The thrill of being swallowed, the muffled sounds of Thomas's surroundings, and the cozy darkness of his gut.

Each gulp, each audible swallow, became a part of their unspoken agreement. The torn gym shirt, now a remnant of many sessions, hung as a testament to their peculiar encounters. Thomas, ever the cocky host, reveled in the power dynamics of their arrangement. He would tease Jake with casual remarks, mocking him for how much he craved being inside him, how his gut's taking him from his boyfriend, and relishing the satisfaction of being the one in control. The muffled sounds of casual chatter, the gentle burps that followed, became routine.

One day, after weeks of their clandestine routine, Jake found himself stewing away in Thomas's gut. The familiar sensation of being enveloped in warmth and darkness was his routine escape from reality.

"Almost time for you to be out, bro," Thomas said, getting on his knees, preparing to regurgitate Jake, as they had done several times before. But, before the expected release, Jake squirmed in protest.

"Fuck, just take me," Jake said, his words muffled by the tight confinement of Thomas's gut, fully taken over by a surge of lust.

Thomas, taken aback, paused, looking at Jake with a mix of surprise and confusion. "You mean… like, for real? You want me to…?" he hesitated, gesturing toward his own belly.

Jake, caught in the moment of passion, nodded, confirming the unexpected twist in their usual routine. "Yeah, man. Digest me. Take me in. I want it," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and abandon.

The unexpected turn left Thomas momentarily stunned, but the allure of Jake's plea proved to be too intoxicating to resist. With a smirk and a shake of his head, Thomas took a deep breath and said, "Glad you said that, a few more weeks and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from ending you whether you asked for it or not."

Thomas sat back, a casual air about him as he reclined, teasing Jake about the gravity of his words. "You know, bro, you just signed up for the no do-overs, no take-backs deal. You're in my gut now, and you're gonna stay there."

Jake, a mix of excitement and realization playing on his features, squirmed a bit, confirming his acceptance of the unspoken agreement. "Yeah, man, no turning back. I'm all in."

Thomas, with a mischievous grin, decided to take Jake's commitment to a new level. "Alright, bro, you signed up for the 'no more talking' package too." taking Jake's acceptance as a cue, tightened his gut, muffling Jake's words almost to the point of illegibility. With a smug smirk, Thomas leaned back, basking in the moment as he let out a colossal burp that reverberated through the air.

BuuUuUuUurP!

The sound echoed around the room, a declaration of the new reality they had both willingly entered. Thomas, still chuckling casually, patted his slightly bulging belly, sealing the unspoken contract between them. The muffled, indistinct sounds from within only served to emphasize the intimate connection they now shared.

Thomas glanced at the buzzing phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's missing their boy, huh?" he teased, waving Jake's phone in the air. "Got a bunch of missed calls and texts. Your boyfriend's probably worried sick about where you are."

He chuckled, placing the phone on a nearby table. "Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out where you really are. In this big, bulging gut of mine." Thomas patted his belly with a satisfied grin. "But we'll let him stew in curiosity a bit longer. Gotta savor the anticipation, you know?" Thomas said, as he headed to his bedroom.

He sprawled across his bed, one arm behind his head, the other idly rubbing his rounded belly. The bulge from Jake's presence was noticeable, a testament to the intimate arrangement inside. He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he felt Jake squirming within him.

"First night you're staying this long, bro," Thomas remarked, speaking into the empty room. "Better get used to it because, after tonight, you're not coming out. You're gonna be part of me for the last few nights of your life." He shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and let out a contented sigh. "Sweet dreams, man."

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Thomas as he woke up, his gut still pronounced from the previous night's indulgence. Stretching languidly, he sat up, feeling the weight of Jake nestled within him.

Yawning, Thomas got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom. The tiled floor felt cool beneath his feet. Leaning over the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. With a toothbrush in hand, he began scrubbing his teeth clean.

As he brushed his teeth, his gaze shifted to the protruding belly that pressed against the edge of the sink. Thomas grinned cockily, aware that Jake was experiencing his morning routine for the first time.

"Morning, Jake, you good in there?" Thomas teased, speaking as if Jake could hear him. "Can't quite make out what you'd be saying, but I thought the gesture was nice." He chuckled, imagining Jake's muffled protests from within the confines of his gut.

Finishing up in the bathroom, Thomas got ready for the day ahead, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

As Thomas went about his day, the vibrations of Jake's phone periodically echoed in the room, a persistent reminder of the outside world that seemed increasingly distant. Each buzz was a testament to Andrew's growing worry and curiosity.

Teasingly, Thomas leaned back and patted his belly, as if saying to Jake that he's here to stay. "You know, bro, I think your body's getting a little softer in there. I'm known to have a rough digestion."

From Jake's perspective, the world inside Thomas's gut was undergoing a slow transformation. His clothes, once distinguishable, were becoming indistinct as they melded with the acids. The sensation was peculiar and, at times, disorienting, as his skin slowly melted; It was pleasant, it felt cozier than any of the previous time he's been in here, but it was still disorienting.

The muffled sound of Andrew's persistent calls and messages on Jake's phone served as a distant background noise, a stark contrast to the cocoon of warmth and semi-darkness that enveloped Jake within Thomas's belly.

On the second day, Jake's form inside Thomas's gut underwent a notable transformation. The once distinct features of his body were now indiscernible, a result of the ongoing process of digestion. The clothes that clung to him had long since lost their original form, merging with the liquefying remnants of Jake's physique.

Thomas, perhaps subconsciously or out of growing curiosity, patted his belly, noting a subtle change. The solid tautness that characterized Jake's initial presence was giving way to a softer, more pliable feel. The acids worked persistently, melting away the boundaries of Jake's form. It wasn't an ethereal or surreal process; it was the gritty reality of digestion, the breaking down of flesh and bone into a churning mixture, but despite that it still felt good to Jake.

The sudden, impatient knocking on the door jolted Thomas from his casual reverie. He swung the door open, and there stood Andrew, a mix of worry and irritation etched across his face.

"Hey, sorry to bother you this early, but have you seen Jake?" Andrew asked, his concern evident in his tone. "He's been missing for two days, and I'm getting really worried."

Thomas, wearing a hoodie that conveniently hid the changes in his midsection, shook his head. "Nah, man, haven't seen him. Sorry." There was an apologetic note in his voice as he subtly adjusted the hoodie.

"Fuck," Andrew said, seeming distressed and unaware of Thomas's gut. "Sorry. Just… Let me know if you ever do, okay?" He said, as he continued to the other apartments to ask his other neighbors.

Thomas closed the door and laid back against it, he couldn't resist a teasing smirk. He lifted the hoodie, revealing the slightly softer, bulging gut beneath. "All it took is a lift of my hoodie to show him where ya went. Too bad he'll never figure it out." he remarked, the cocky edge still present in his voice, as Jake squirmed inside his acid-filled gut.

On the third day, Thomas decided to hit the gym, his usual routine slightly altered by the recent addition of Jake to his physique. The once-toned bachelor now sported more of a dad bod, and a slight beer belly had developed, a testament to Jake's presence in his gut.

As he prepared for the workout, Thomas couldn't resist teasing Jake. "Well, bro, today's gonna be a tough one on you. Might speed up your digestion a bit," he quipped with a chuckle. "But hey, I figure I'll make the most of the gains from eating you. Gotta look more attractive when you're gone, right?" The casual banter flowed easily, as he got to exercise his muscles.

Thomas began his gym session with some heavy deadlifts, the weight clanging against the floor with each controlled drop. The impact reverberated through his core, the vibrations felt by Jake nestled within the confines of his bulging belly. With each lift, Thomas's abdominal muscles flexed and tightened, pressing against Jake in rhythmic pulses.

Moving on to bench presses, Thomas lay back on the bench, the pressure of the weights causing his gut to push outward. Jake, caught in the middle of this bodily symphony, experienced the compression and release as Thomas completed each repetition. Sweat glistened on Thomas's forehead, a testament to the exertion he was putting into the workout.

Transitioning to squats, Thomas's movements became more dynamic. As he descended into the squat position, Jake was subjected to the pressure between Thomas's thighs, a sensation that intensified with each rise. The fabric of Thomas's shorts stretched tightly over his expanding waistline, a visible reminder of Jake's presence within.

The stair climber machine was next on Thomas's agenda. With each step, the rhythmic impact resonated through his body, creating a gentle rocking motion for Jake. The pressure on Thomas's midsection increased, and Jake felt the subtle shifts as his surroundings changed with each step.

Finally, Thomas engaged in some core exercises, targeting his abs directly. Crunches and leg raises emphasized the region where Jake was nestled. The compression intensified with each repetition, the steady burn of the workout echoed within Thomas's bulging gut.

Throughout the entire routine, Thomas's banter continued. "You feeling the burn, bro?" he teased, fully aware of the unique experience Jake was undergoing within the confines of his ever-changing gut.

As the days progressed, Jake's once-solid form continued its relentless transformation within the acidic confines of Thomas's stomach. The digestive juices worked with ruthless efficiency, breaking down Jake's flesh and bones into a formless mass. The initial resistance of his physical structure gave way to the corrosive power of the stomach acids, reducing him to a mixture of liquid and dissolved remnants.

The process was slow and methodical. Jake's consciousness began to wane, his awareness slipping away in sync with the dissolution of his physical being. He became entangled in the chemical dance of digestion, losing touch with the boundaries of his form as the acids invaded every nook and cranny of his thick form.

The sensation was a paradoxical blend of pleasure and obliteration. Jake, in his reduced state, was suspended in a state of half-consciousness, afloat in the warm, corrosive embrace of Thomas's stomach. The once-distinct features of his body blurred into a formless, melted amalgamation, his essence merging with the strong digestive acids of Thomas.

As the dissolution progressed, Jake's thoughts became fragmented, his sense of self dissolving along with his body. The blissful haze of digestion enveloped him, a surreal journey into the abyss of being broken down and absorbed.

Thomas reclined on his couch, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. His fingers drummed lazily on his bloated midsection, now transformed into a softer, beer-belly dad bod. The once-defined muscles were replaced by a plump layer, evidence of Jake's gradual assimilation into Thomas's physique.

"Look at this," Thomas mused, patting his slightly flattened stomach. "You're almost all mine, bro. I've been digesting you real good. Your essence is now part of what makes me, well, me. Bet you can't even comprehend that with how melted you are."

He let out a hearty belch, the sound reverberating through his sloshy midsection. Thomas's arrogance echoed in his words, a mix of crass amusement and self-satisfaction.

"You thought you could handle being in my gut regularly, but look at you now. Just a sloshy mess, melting away into nothingness. And here I am, getting beefier, looking better than ever," he continued, chuckling at the thought. "You're practically my personal enhancement, bro. A little seasoning to make me even more irresistible."

Thomas shifted, adjusting his posture to emphasize the changes in his physique. The casual arrogance in his voice painted a vivid picture of a man reveling in the results of his unconventional dietary choices.

"In a few more days, you'll be nothing but a memory, a part of my gains. Can't say it wasn't a good run for you, though. The best thing you did was willingly dive into my gut."

Thomas stepped out of his apartment and immediately encountered Andrew in the hallway, looking disheveled and anxious. Andrew's eyes widened at the noticeable change in Thomas's physique.

"Dude, have you seen Jake? I've been going out of my mind looking for him," Andrew pleaded, concern etched on his face. "You know what, don't fucking answer. I know you would've told me if you had already."

Thomas feigned innocence, scratching his head. "It's good, dude. Jake? Uhh, not sure, man. I mean, I've seen a lot of people around, you know? Can't keep track of everyone." He said, "Maybe he ghosted you or something. It happens. But hey," He gave Andrew a pat on the shoulder, "I'm here for ya if you need me, dude."

"Thanks, man." Andrew said insincerely, wanting nothing more than to know where his boyfriend went, but still appreciating the offer.

As they moved further away from each other, Thomas couldn't resist a sly grin, his hand casually rubbing his now beefier belly. "Damn, Jake. Not a word to your worried boyfriend? Never took you for the silent type." He teased as his stomach growled, knowing that Jake wasn't in a state to respond let alone comprehend, only existing for a few more days before he's fully digested down by the bigger man.

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yukinyte · 6 months

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lesbianoms · 4 months

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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

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pietropudge · 2 months

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Imagine your big beefy/thicc boyfriend Bucky Barnes putting you in his belly whenever it's cold to keep you warm

a/n — something short to get back into this! non fatal btw tho it is joked about

summary — check the ask!

words — 1.9k

warnings — vore! gender neutral, vaguely smutty?

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It was seven in the morning when your alarm disrupted the peaceful sleep of your big boyfriend. He laid on his back with you sleeping on top of him. His eyes fluttered open, flicking from you to your alarm and then back to you. Slowly, while holding his breath, he ever-so-carefully reached to the nightstand next to your bed and turned off the alarm. You could feel his movements and took a deep breath before speaking, your head never leaving his plump chest.

“Buck, I have to get up.” You buried your head into his chest, your arms still clinging around him. He was so big and filled out your wingspan in the best way. Just the way that you laid on him with the entirety of your weight, not an ounce shifting to anticipate the action of pulling away made you sound less convincing.

He could sense your lazy efforts to depart from him, “Just stay in bed with me. Let’s watch movies all day.”

You pulled away, lifting the covers to let the light in on all of the places where the sun doesn’t shine. It was coming in through the window, shining unusually bright through the drawn, silky black curtains and illuminating all of the curves and folds of Bucky’s naked body. He slept as bare as possible, being comparable to a furnace making a room hot when he was under the sheets, while you had a thin layer of pajama pants and a tee-shirt on. Even his metal arm managed to be warmer than you during some nights, like his own personal radiator receiving and sending heat out in waves under the sheets.

“I wish I could, but we wouldn’t have a bed without money. And we wouldn’t have that without a job.” It was a harsh truth you had to admit, every second of being at work was torture because you knew what awaited you upon your inevitable return—a man who was willing to do anything to be near you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, but you felt like an emotional support animal sometimes—more attentive to his needs than your own. He always talked about getting a cat. That’s how much weight you were willing to give it. You two weren’t really on that level, but he had a strange fascination with putting you in places you didn’t belong. Sit in his lap, roll over in his stomach, stay in his bed.

“Fine, just this once.” He allowed, and then he demanded, “Kiss me.”

You gravitated towards the window, snow covered the ground and now the chill in the room made sense. “Shit. I’ll be back in to get dressed for work.”

You rushed to your shared closet, consisting of two sliding doors with mirrors covering the front. You could see Bucky raising his head at your more serious tone to ask the question: “What’s wrong?”

You laughed at his reaction, unsure if he was actually worried or if he was just mad that he didn’t get any affection. “My car’s covered in snow!”

And so were your feet the second you walked out the door. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of pajama pants that got caught in the chilly breeze, a short sleeve shirt that made you regret not grabbing gloves, and a pair of chunky snow boots that clashed with the rest of your outfit, your goal was to get this over with as fast as possible. You armed yourself with a multi-faceted snow broom. It had a brush on one end to sweep everything off with a combined handle and ice scraper on the other. With that in hand, you trekked through the snow, rounding the house you and Bucky resided in to clean off your vehicle.

At first, it was easy to maneuver around your car and sweep off the snow clinging to the windows and door handles before raising your arms slightly higher to clear off the hood and the trunk. All of it fell to your feet, feeling like extra weight the longer you stood outside. Soon, your movements became lethargic. Your arms were freezing, the muscles weakening from having to clear the top off last. Your legs felt heavy and the snow at your feet was like thick mud, harder and harder to kick up as minutes passed. Your haphazard attempt to prevent yourself from being late to work started to go sideways because now, you wanted to take your time and conserve the fleeting warmth in your body. You could have gone back inside, but Bucky’s allure—no matter if he was still in bed or streaking around the house—would be too strong. He would distract you, and this weather was the perfect mood-killer for any ideas like that.

But Bucky seemed to come to you as if he knew you need some relief. Even in the cold, he only donned a pair of ankle-high combat boots straight from your closet and nothing else. He had that super-solider advantage, the serum and his time in Russia making him not even flinch as the snowflakes whirling through the air encircled him. Everything from his muscles to his small, developing gut shook a little as he walked. His dick didn’t shrink in the cold like most would, it stayed at its impressive length even while soft. Behind that, his balls swung with him as his thighs pushed his package from side to side with every step.

You could hear his footsteps packing down the snow, eliciting a crunch with each step. Turning towards the noise, you spoke out to him. “Buck, what are you doing out here?”

“I never got my kiss, and I figured that would make you clean this car faster.” Had you really been out here for that long? Maybe you had already spent all of the time you allocated to getting ready to clear off your car. His left hand—the one made of metal—gripped your arm, making you shudder from the added cold. He had a look of concern on his face, “You’re freezing.”

He used his hold on you to turn you away from the car, and your hand had gone numb enough to drop the snow broom to the ground. You didn’t speak, so he continued. “I could warm you up fast, doll? You’ll be wishing it was summer.”

Bucky didn’t wait for any confirmation. His hot breath clouded the air and reminded you of a misty sauna, one where the fog was thick and the walls were a dark mahogany. The only thing that soured the image was Bucky’s morning breath, reminiscent of last night’s dinner with a meaty twinge to it from the saliva. But he could read your face, the features that hadn’t numbed twisted into something short of a positive look. It felt so good in contrast to the cold chill in the air, the smattering of snowflakes on your head and shoulders felt like a nice garnish to him and melted quickly from the heat inside his mouth. His cheeks bulged with your head inside, the hairs of his unshaven scruff spreading away from each other as his skin and jaw stretched impossibly. You wanted more of the warmth, the rest of your body needed to curl up someplace warm. Surely Bucky could help you out after so that you wouldn’t be late to work, this was just a little distraction.

Your mind flew in a million different directions. His lips went over your shoulder blades and you could feel saliva drenching your shirt like the complimentary hot water at a sauna; he intentionally pressed you to the roof of his mouth so your back was coated by the best sauna stone known to man. Your head passed the bottleneck of the whole process, feeling the first of many cases in which you would be encased by warmth—by slick saliva that would never freeze over. He got to your hands, happily stuffing them in and feeling your satisfied sough as they warmed up in his mouth. The rest of your body was slurped up easily, his gulping and swallowing echoing off the quiet outdoors. Then, he reached your feet. He made a point to take off your snow boots and socks to warm up your cold feet, too. He wanted you to be as comfy as possible, to slip away in a heated reverie.

Eventually, you were balled up in his gut, weighing him down without much trouble. You were quiet like the settling snow. Now that you were in his gut, the world decided that it was finally time to stop the onslaught of flurries. Since the snow had stopped, Bucky reached up, using his larger body size and frame to get the top of your car. With his metal arm numb to the frigid element’s remains, he swept off half the snow from the top. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his gut against your car and squeezing you in the process.

“Sorry, babe.” His voice bellowed from above. He grunted, reaching around to get the chunks of snow his initial brushing didn’t reach. A few uncomfortable moments later, you felt his gut sag back down without the solid force of your car to mess with it. He let out a satisfactory sigh. “There.”

“Is my car clean?” You called up, feeling your wet pajamas cling to you, and started to get sick of the heat now that you were all warmed up.

“Yeah.” Bucky stood next to your car, admiring the little work that he did to finish off clearing your car. He spun around to find the snow sweeper you dropped, making you shift around in his gut when he bent down to pick it up. After a few unsuccessful attempts to grab it with his enlarged gut—he almost fell into the snow below him, almost—he just barely grabbed it with the tips of his metal fingers, but that was all he needed to scoop it from off the ground.

You hit against the walls of his stomach. “So, let me out!”

It elicited a belch from him, and he patted his gut. “I’ll let you out… tomorrow. Your boss is going to have to deal with it.”

The big steps he took to walk through the snow were noticeable from within his gut. When he stopped, you assumed that he was back inside, and you heard the soft click of the lock to your front door that you knew all too well. It was the same noise you would hear if you were heading off to work, but now you heard it through a thick layer of fat and stomach lining.

“Buck, I’m serious!” You protested. He kept walking around before sitting down on the couch, your world shifting again as the suspension from his midsection turned into a flat support under you. From the outside, Bucky had spread his legs wide, letting his gut fill out the space where he’d normally tell you to sit or suck or whatever he wanted. He would get to keep you in his gut for the rest of the day, and in his metal hand, he held a steaming cup of hot cocoa that he slowly doused you in whenever he took sips of it. On the television, he had some movie playing that he had been bugging you to watch with him.

“Not my fault you don’t believe in layering clothes…”

#male vore #male prey #male pred #v.ore #v0r3 #vore x reader #same size vore #v0re #non fatal #non fatal vore #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes vore

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cowardlysimon · 6 months

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FINISHED IT FINALLY!!!

Take it away from me PLEASE

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squirmifyoulike · 14 days

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After another successful hunt, you settle down in your lair, letting out a yawn. New, bright-eyed adventurers always tasted the best. You'd lost track of how many of them disappeared into your gut. This one, squirming and writhing around, was no different; a young man, eager to explore the world, his nose buried in scrolls.

Just for a creature like yourself to come along and finish him with one gulp.

Now, as you may back, your stomach is squirming and writhing. For a second, you're about to doze off, ready to sleep off your meal... Until you notice your stomach light up for a second. Every few seconds, a new light goes off in your stomach, each one varying in color - purples, pinks, greens, even some blue.

You're not sure what this adventurer is doing... Until your stomach lets out a strained gurgle, and you hiccup suddenly. When you do, a cloud of pink sparkles comes out of your mouth. It dawns on you then - you must've caught a novice wizard.

The taste of magic is sweet, with hints of spice. You lick your lips and sit back again, watching in amusement as the wizard in your gut tries - and fails - to magic his way out. Each spell he casts causes your stomach to grumble... But aside from that, it doesn't hurt. At most, it tingles. He'll have to do more if he wants to avoid becoming a layer of pudge on your hips.

#v.ore #tw vore #vore tw #soft vore #fatal vore #digestion #tw fatal vore #implied digestion #unwilling prey #male prey #ambiguous pred

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urfavoritewriter · 6 months

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Ride Back Home

On the plush seats of Aaron's car, the subtle rhythm of the radio playing softly in the background melded with the low rumble of the engine. The scent of fresh leather mixed with a hint of cologne filled the confined space. Aaron, a confidently chubby guy, sat in the driver's seat, his white shirt visibly taut against his ample belly. His black shorts hugged his thighs, pulled snug by the position of his legs against the gas pedal.

Aaron smirked, catching a glimpse of his full reflection in the rearview mirror. "Fuck, man," he murmured to himself with a playful chuckle, "look at this." He placed both hands on the expanse of his belly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. As he leaned back, his shirt strained a little more, the fabric highlighting the roundness of his midsection.

"You know," he began, speaking to the imaginary captive deep within the folds of his fat, "you've gotten yourself real lost in there. I barely even noticed you with all this padding." His voice was dripping with feigned sympathy, yet the underlying mischief was unmistakable.

Aaron's grin only grew wider, and he waggled his eyebrows mischievously. "You're making the drive home a little harder than usual," he said, his fingers continuing to tease his own belly, "but it's not like my big, sexy gut is making it any easier, huh?"

He couldn't resist the temptation and grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of his ample belly stretching his shirt. "Gotta capture this moment," he quipped, "before it engulfs you entirely."

Peering at the image, a devilish grin spread across Aaron's face. "Damn," he whispered, genuinely impressed with his own audacity, "that's one for the books." Chuckling, he added, "Gotta show the world just where you ended up. Buried deep in all this sexy chub."

As Aaron continued to drive down the winding road, he couldn't help but think that he might just enjoy taking a few more detours before finding his way home.

#male pred #male vore #male prey #digestion #m/m #gay vore #car vore

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gayvorestories · 7 months

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it's very long and doesn't have nearly as much gay sex as I usually write but enjoy

"Two tickets," Ricky said to the man at the ticket counter as he slid $40 under the glass.

"The movie starts in 30 minutes in Theater 3"

Ricky winked at the guy behind the glass and slid a $100 bill underneath.

"Theater 2, knock on the side door by the entrance."

"Thanks man," Ricky said as he put his arm behind his date's back and led them inside.

"What was that about?" Jack asked quietly.

"Just a little something the guys here do to make a little money with the empty rooms."

They approached the snack counter and Jack stepped slightly in front of Ricky, "We'll have two large popcorns, two large sodas, and a box of whoppers."

As he stepped over to the Now Playing posters, Ricky felt his stomach groan. When they had started dating a few weeks earlier Jack had told him he was into guys with big appetites - he just didn't mention that meant date night was going to be an all-you-can-eat until he felt like he was going to explode.

Jack gave the most insane head Ricky had ever had though, and he wasn't about to pretend a full stomach and empty balls were something to complain about, so he'd happily stuff himself for the little guy until he couldn't force anything else down.

He gave his painfully full stomach a gentle press and turned around to see Jack with what looked like two jugs of soda and two popcorn buckets big enough to carry groceries in. Good thing we got the private room, Ricky thought to himself.

They slipped into the door into the totally black room, knocking on the door to the tech closet as they walked past.

Jack set the two buckets and cups down as Ricky lowered himself into the seat, his bloated stomach making it hard to maneuver between the rows.

"Movie starts in ten," a voice from down the hall said just before the door to the theater closed.

Jack looked around behind them as the projector turned on and lit the room. "So just us?"

"Mhmm, just us," Ricky said as he leaned in and kissed Jack on the lips.

Jack smiled and ran his hand along the inside of Ricky's thigh, grazing over his dick for just a brief second before leaning in and giving him a kiss in return. "You want your popcorn big boy?"

"Mmm, I'm starving," he said as his stomach let out a low groan of disapproval. He reached into the first bucket and shoveled a big handful into his mouth.

Jack rubbed his swollen stomach, "you're practically skin and bones, we better get it into you."

Ricky put a few more handfuls into his mouth at a normal pace until he felt Jack grab the bottom of the bucket and put it up to his lips. He opened his mouth as Jack shook, causing it to fall down into his mouth. He ate as quickly as he could, with Jack reaching over and picking up pieces that fell from the side of his face. What felt like minutes passed and at some point he was just swallowing some of the pieces without even chewing. When he felt the unpopped kernels slide into his mouth in a big group he gave a swallow and felt them go down easy.

He opened his mouth to talk but was cut off by the next bucket. After a minute of half-chewing, Ricky had switched to just swallowing whatever he could move towards the back of his throat as quickly as he could, the salt drying him out close to the end and making the last few swallows rough and difficult. He reached for his soda as soon as he was finished took a few big gulps. His throat was so dry, he popped off the top and started chugging.

It wasn't until he looked at Jack that he realized he'd just thrown back an entire 54 oz cup of soda in one go. Jack's face and ears were bright red as he reached forward and rubbed Ricky's noticably-larger stomach.

He's so turned on he looks like he's gonna jump on top of me, Ricky thought to himself. The look on Jack's face had him hard as a rock and he reached for the second cup. Tilting his head back to give Jack a clear view of his throat, he started chugging the second cup as quickly as the first, feeling his stomach stretch painfully as the fizzy liquid filled him up bigger and bigger.

Halfway through the cup, Jack moved onto his knees in front of Ricky, undoing his belt while he kissed his belly. By the time he finished the cup, Jack was pulling his dick out of his underwear with one hand and rubbing his stomach with the other. He leaned back in the chair, his stomach popping out of him like a basketball.

Ricky let out a small sigh as he leaned back in his chair, and bit his lip to stop from moaning when he felt Jack's lips slide down his shaft. He looked down but couldn't see anything other than his round, bloated belly. He rubbed his stomach and smothered another moan as Jack bobbed up and down on him. A burp tried to make its way up his throat and he swallowed it back down, the gurgling sounds from his stomach drove Jack wild and head or no head he was going to fuck that man senseless when they got back to his place.

It didn't take long for him to blow his load, the sensory combination of his aching stomach and Jack's mouth short-circuited his brain. He had to cover his mouth with his hands to stop from moaning loud enough to be heard in the next theater, and was completely out of it now.

Every part of his body tingled as a voice whispered something into his ear that he couldn't quite make out. His mouth opened and he waited for whatever Jack was about to feed him next, swallowing gently as soon as he felt it hit his throat. He gave a few more swallows, the mass moving further down with each one. After a few more, his mouth started to stretch, the tightness mixing in with the post-orgasm haze and the constant dull ache in his stomach.

Ricky kept swallowing, the feeling of his stomach stretching further than it had ever gone becoming almost a little fun. After a few more swallows he opened his eyes and felt his heart stop for a moment. Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck what am I doing, he thought in a panic. That painful stretching was his jaw unhinging for Jack's shoulders to fit past. He was practically halfway down this throat - and Ricky felt himself give an involuntary swallow, dragging him a few inches deeper.

He tried grabbing Jack by the sides and pulling him further out, but Jack just wiggled in his grip. He braced the seat in front of Ricky with one foot and pushed, causing Ricky to swallow involuntarily and pushing himself almost a foot and a half further down. Before Ricky could react, he put his other foot on the seat and pushed again, this time forcing himself down to his knees. Ricky gagged and tried to force jack back up, but from the inside he felt a pair of hands brace against the walls of his stomach as Jack pulled himself the rest of the way in.

Ricky felt the moment Jack's feet slipped into his stomach and tried to heave as hard he he could. "Jack, don't worry baby I'll get you out, I'm so sor-".

Ricky paused for a moment when he felt shaking and moaning from inside of him. He sat in stunned silence for a few moments while he felt Jack shudder and moan.

"Baby I gotta spit you back up, what did you do, how do I get you out?"

A handprint pressed against the outside of his stomach as Jack's muffled voice came from the other side, "you don't baby, it's a one way trip."

"W-what? What do you mean, I gotta-"

"Just watch the movie and let your belly do its work."

"J-Jack no, I gotta let you out, my stomach can't tell the difference between you and the food from earlier!"

"Shhh, you're gonna get really tired soon, just lean back and watch the movie."

His eyelids were already getting heavy, his body was trying to make him sleep to save energy. He tried to heave a few more times, but nothing came up and the exhaustion was taking over.

"Just let me be a good meal for you baby, lean back and let me be yours."

"Jack.. I can't... my stomach won't...." Ricky said as sleep started to take him.

"That's right, fall asleep big boy, let your belly do what it does best."

...

The end credit music played loud through the speakers, jerking Ricky awake. What's going on, why am I-

Ricky saw his huge stomach in front of him, like an overinflated beach ball, and remembered what had happened. He got to his feet as quickly as possible and felt the contents of his stomach slosh. The outside was a tight as a drum but the inside made him feel like a water bed.

Down the hall he heard someone coming and felt a wave of panic. There was no way he could explain this, he buttoned his pants and booked it for the other door, bumping his stomach on several seats on his way out. Directly across was a door to the parking lot, and he slipped out as quickly and quietly as possible, barely able to keep himself upright from the weight in his stomach.

When he got home, he collapsed on his side in bed, his stomach gurgling and groaning happily as it worked on its meal.

"Jack you dumb asshole..." he sighed to himself as he rubbed his sore stomach.

...

The next week, his stomach had shrunk back to its normal size - albeit with an extra 15 pounds of weight in his middle. As Ricky got out of his car at the usual all-you-can-eat buffet, he gave his stomach a rub with his thumb. He hadn't been able to satisfy his hunger all week. As he walked in, he looked around the room and spotted a guy in the back corner with a cute haircut and little bit of a belly. I know what I want, Ricky thought to himself as he fixed his hair and walked in the guy's direction, god I'm so fucking hungry.

#digestion #male pred #male prey #same size vore #gay vore

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