Digested in Class

(A Vore Story staring Kazan)

It was early in the morning, and the semester had just started. I was heading to my Political Science class. I had just got there and sat down in my seat, but then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a guy I had a class with before. He asked me if I was in Sociology 157 last semester, and I said yeah, and we chatted for a few minutes.

After chatting, he asked me if I had possibly had a bag of snacks or anything, and I said I didn’t, but I then told him that I was willing to go down inside him for the class. The class was boring anyway, plus it only lasted an hour and 15 minutes. He said sure, but then he asked me if I minded getting a little digested, and I said not at all, but I told him that he needed to let me out at the end of class, and he chuckled and said he would.

We both then went into the bathroom down the hall, and he quickly gulped me down. His stomach was wet, and it smelled like burnt toast for some reason. He then let out a massive belch, which made the smell of his insides fill the air, but I didn’t mind. He thanked me for helping him out, and I said no problem.

He then walked back to the classroom and sat down just as the professor started to lecture. His stomach acid was surrounding me, and it was starting to burn. I was getting little worried, but I didn’t want to disrupt the class, so I just hoped I would make it out ok. As the class continued, he kept letting out little burps, and I was starting to feel weak. I eventually realized my skin was starting to melt, so I tapped on his stomach and asked him if he could let me out, but he didn’t respond.

I waited a minute, then asked him again. However, the professor heard me and asked the guy to take care of his noisy belly.

He then stood up and went back to the hallway. He then asked me if I was trying to get him in trouble, and I said no, and I told him I just wanted to come out so I didn’t get digested.

Suddenly, he then squeezed his belly, which made the acid rise higher and come up to my chin. He then asked me if I thought I was actually getting out. I then realized I had been tricked, and I went to punch his stomach wall, but I suddenly felt weaker as he let out another burp. He then said goodbye breakfast, and within moments, I closed my eyes and passed out.

Soon enough, my body had started to dissolve, and by the end of the day, my entire body had been absorbed, and I was gone.

So round. So hot. ❤️‍🔥

Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit. How the hell am I gonna afford rent now!? I really didn’t mean to but I was just so hungry and he was just sitting there, playing video games in his underwear. Who plays video games in his underwear knowing there’s a compulsive predator in the house though? Yeah, what if he secretly wanted me to eat him. All the struggling could have just been an act. Felt real though. I was gonna let him out, swear I was, but it felt so good I thought I could just feel him squirm a minute longer. But now he’s not moving anymore. That’s a mistake anyone could make right? I promise I don’t feel good about it, but is there really a point to letting him out at all after he stopped squirming. That’s just my luck, that’s the fourth roommate in a row to die in my gut. Maybe my next roommate should be a predator, just so they can neutralize me when I get my urges. At any rate I’ve gotta find a new snack, I mean roommate.

So dude, you said on Grindr that you didn't mind a bit of a belly on a guy....well that's good because I'm still working on my hookup from this morning 😏 you don't mind if I rest it on your back as I pound you slow and passionately huh? It's pretty exhausting carrying him around right now, y'know? *UUURRRRPPPP*

It’s all fun and games until your pred tells you he’s not gonna let you out.

And you knew this would end with you stewing in his gut but you did hope that he could look past his hunger with a boyfriend but like so many before you, you’re now pudge on his gut.

Belly time.

Last nights grommr hookup looks pretty good on me. The little chaser said he wanted to help me grow, and boy did he. Brought me a box of donuts thinking it was gonna be enough, but I want to be big now, and a single box wasn’t gonna cut it. So after he fed me every single one, I pinned him down, we made out a little, and then I started helping myself to my real dinner. A steady diet of chasers like this and pretty soon I’ll be able to move on to the bears on there. Now that’s when the real gaining starts~

Uncle Jimmy

There was a comforting smell in Uncle Jimmy's house that always just seemed to allow Gabe to relax. On his dad's side, Uncle Jimmy had been intriguing to Gabe all his life. Gabe never really knew what his uncle did for work. His uncle had no partners, but he was just content. Uncle Jimmy was bald, by choice, his words. Whatever muscular physique he had softened up, especially around his middle. A nice fat beer gut was there instead of Jimmy's rock-hard abs in his youth. Complete with a layer of fuzz on his gut and his arms, Gabe could call Jimmy a proper bear. 

Gabe was taller than him considerably and also a lot skinnier. The two of them sat on the couch as Gabe adjusted the beanie on his head. A tuft of blonde hair peeks from underneath as the two of them watch tv. It was just a good pastime for the two of them; Gabe had been watching TV with his uncle for a good while. Pizza was apparently on its way, and hopefully, it got here soon because of how hungry Uncle Jimmy seemed to be. Various bags of chips are emptied and do little to stave off Jimmy's hunger. Gabe wanders into the kitchen, seeing if he can't find anything for his hungry uncle. 

A quick look in the fridge reveals little as a frown passes over Gabe's face. Uncle Jimmy would just have to wait for a pizza to arrive. Gabe feels his uncle walk behind him and press his hips up against his ass. Gabe's face lit up with embarrassment. He knew that his uncle was a perv, just not like this. He quickly turns around and looks at his uncle. Uncle Jimmy seemed amused, almost as if there was an inside joke he just wasn't getting. There was something in his movements, the way that he licked his lips or rubbed over his belly. Gabe was about to ask what was happening, but Uncle Jimmy seized his arms. The older man clasps them to Gabe's side, but the tall twink cannot break free.

Gabe watches as Uncle Jimmy lifts him slightly off the ground and begins to push Gabe's head towards his mouth. At first, there is confusion. Was Uncle Jimmy gone for a kiss? Instead, Uncle Jimmy's mouth seems to expand wider than it should have. Gabe briefly thinks of snakes and how they devour their food. Only when Gabe's head lands directly on Uncle Jimmy's tongue does he briefly know what's happening. He begins to thrash and beg Uncle Jimmy not to do this. Uncle Jimmy returns that thrashing by swallowing down his head. Gabe feels himself get pushed deep into that throat and towards the gut. He was getting eaten! 

Uncle Jimmy continually devours Gabe. Those lanky shoulders and chest posed no challenge. Uncle Jimmy swallows them up and amuses himself with the struggle of his nephew. So many had walked into this spider's parlor without realizing they were the fly. Gabe was no exception, as Uncle Jimmy makes short work of those flat abs. A quick tip of his head gets Uncle Jimmy to Gabe's waist and what remains of his arms. Gabe's hands grab onto Uncle Jimmy's wet lips. Jimmy feels those fingers trying to slow Gabe from reaching that belly. Uncle Jimmy could feel Gabe's head pop through the tight ring and into the acidic environment below. With an amused chuckle, Uncle Jimmy slides more of Gabe in, those fingers included. 

Uncle Jimmy happily devours Gabe's perky little butt. There was little that Gabe could do to stop as he rapidly began to fill up Uncle Jimmy's belly. Those long and thin legs are like strands of wet noodles. Uncle Jimmy happily slips them up as his hands roam over that fat gut of his now. Most of Gabe was now curled inside of that fuzzy dome. Uncle Jimmy puts one hand on top of that gut with smug authority. There was no way that Gabe was getting out of this one. With just those large feet wiggling on the outside, Uncle Jimmy swallows the last of his nephew. A quick head bob and those squirming feet get sent to the hairy tank. 

Uncle Jimmy puts his hands on his gut, feeling how his nephew struggles. Every kick and punch could be felt by Uncle Jimmy. The bald man revels in it. Uncle Jimmy carries his fat gut out of the kitchen and plops down onto the couch—the couch creeks with the centralized weight in one area. Uncle Jimmy kicks up his feet and relaxes. Gabe begins to wiggle fiercely on his belly, and Uncle Jimmy enjoys it. It gets to the point where Gabe's thrashing is so fierce that he lets out a huge burp from his uncle. The burp rattles the living room, and Gabe feels that gut squeeze around him. Uncle Jimmy chuckles with the flavor of his nephew back on his tongue. His belly had squeezed down on Gabe and knocked him out, which was probably for the best because digestion was about to begin. Soon, like countless other boys, Gabe would be digested and added to Uncle Jimmy's waistline. Uncle Jimmy returns to watching his TV show with nothing better left to do. He occasionally slaps or rub his belly, knowing it is working hard to digest his lanky nephew. Soon, he would fill it up more with that pizza. 

And perhaps, the Pizza boy!

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the hung, muscled, married guy grinned and shook his head in near disbelief while stuffing his big cock back into his jeans after fucking my ass. “You think this could become a regular thing?”

It had been a messy breakup with my boyfriend Carter. And so I found myself needing to find a new place to live in the middle of the semester when Carter tossed me out of his life—and his apartment.

The rental ad in the school newspaper said the place was a garage apartment near campus, $600/month—about $100 over my budget. But I scheduled an appointment with the owner, hoping I could negotiate a lower monthly rent.

“You must be Kurt,” the owner flashed a killer smile when he opened the door to greet me, my jaw dropping to the floor. He was hot as fuck with muscles straining against his white dress shirt, a sexy, shaved head, and a massive bulge in his dark jeans. “I’m Bryce. Let’s give you the tour.”

Bryce explained that he and his wife Beth lived in the main house with their two-year-old daughter Hannah. Beth was already expecting again—this time a boy, Bryce told me proudly.

The garage apartment was perfect for me—clean, lots of light, and fully furnished. It seemed strange that, mid-semester, it was still vacant.

“I love the place,” I shared candidly with Bryce. “I’m surprised it’s still available, being this close to campus.”

“Yeah—well, there’s a reason for that,” Bryce grimaced awkwardly. “My wife—she—she’s somewhat conservative. If you decide to rent from us, she has one major rule—you can’t have girls here.”

“I’m sorry—no girls?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Bryce nodded. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage, and doesn’t like the idea of you fucking a girl in here.”

“That won’t be a problem,” I laughed.

“No? How come?”

“I don’t fuck girls,” I answered, locking eyes with Bryce. “I fuck guys. Well—guys fuck me, that is.”

“Really?” responded Bryce, scratching his chin, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “I think we’ve found a loophole.”

The average straight man will exhibit one of two responses when I tell him I’m gay. He will either treat me like I don’t exist, or he will instantly assess his odds of fucking me. Bryce appeared to fall into the latter response—and his odds of fucking me were looking good.

“You haven’t told me why you’re apartment hunting in the middle of the semester,” Bryce prompted, his eyes still appraising my body. “Landlord problems?”

“No—nothing like that,” I assured him. “I lived with my boyfriend—and then he dumped me two days ago.”

“Man, that’s rough,” Bryce sympathized, his meaty hand adjusting his package. “But you know what they say—the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy.”

And then I watched in shock as Bryce unzipped his jeans, pulling out a thick nine-incher. “You want some cock?” he taunted, his big dick already hard with precum glistening at the swollen tip.

Yes, I wanted some cock. No—I fucking needed some cock. In truth, Carter and I had been fighting for weeks before we broke up, neither of us wanting to fuck the other. And so my neglected hole was well overdue for a good stretching.

“Fuck yes,” I finally answered Bryce, dropping to my knees like a hungry bitch and taking his big dick down my throat.

“Damn, you can suck a dick,” he marveled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the floor as I sucked him. “Get it good and wet, because it’s going up your ass next.”

Dutifully, I slobbered all over that big cock, getting it ready for my hole. My jaw strained to take him to the balls and, thus, I knew he was going to completely wreck my hole with that big fuck tool.

“I think that’s good,” he stopped me, pulling his cock out of my mouth, slapping the side of my face with it. “Now drop your shorts and get on the bed.”

Following orders, I tossed my athletic shorts on the floor and climbed upon the bed. On all fours, my face pressed into the mattress, my ass raised toward the ceiling, I presented my pink, puckered hole to Bryce.

“Fuuuuck,” Bryce moaned, pushing into me, his hands gripping my hips. “I fucking love a tight hole—puts my wife’s pussy to shame. You like this big dick in your tight hole?”

“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as he raised my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. Christ, he felt good inside me—his cock a true hole splitter. Instinctively, I began to rock my pelvis, matching his rhythm as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside me.

“Christ, this is good,” he growled, smacking me on the ass while pounding me harder. “I’m warning you—I haven’t busted in five days. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“It’s cool,” I answered, gripping the bedspread. “Breed me whenever you’re ready. Fuckin’ seed this hole.”

“What’s that? You want me to cum in you?” Bryce taunted. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass, you dirty cock slut?”

“Yes,” I answered, relishing the feeling of his cock swelling in me, knowing his load was imminent. “Gimme your seed.”

“You’re about to get it,” he announced, his balls smacking my ass, his pace quickening, his breathing intensifying. “Here it comes. Get ready for it—FUCK—SHIT.”

An explosion took place in my bowels, his warm load coating my guts as his big dick throbbed over and over again inside me. Collapsing upon me, forcing my body into the mattress, he remained still as his balls reached empty.

“Damn, I needed that,” he bellowed, pulling out of me abruptly. I quickly rolled over on my back while tightening my sphincter, trying to keep his warm load inside of me. “You feel better now?”

“Better than ever,” I smiled in relief, without a single thought of my ex-boyfriend Carter in my head. A good fucking—and a thick shot of protein in my ass—was just what the doctor ordered.

With his spent cock swinging between his legs, Bryce began to dress, yanking his crumpled clothes off the floor. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he shook his head in near disbelief while stuffing his big cock back into his jeans. “You think this could become a regular thing?”

“Well—that depends,” I answered, a devious smile on my face.

“Depends? Depends on what?”

“On whether you’ll knock a hundred bucks off the rent for me,” I suggested, an eyebrow raised.

“Shit,” Bryce laughed, adjusting his junk. “I’ll knock off five hundred if you promise to give up that sweet cunt to me a few times a week.”

“You’ve got a deal,” I smiled, leaning back on the bed and opening my legs, giving him a view of my wet, puffy hole. “You want to make it official?”

Bryce was instantly out of his clothes again, his big cock buried in my used ass. After pumping two more loads into me, he offered to help me retrieve my things from Carter’s apartment.

“Who is this dude?” Carter asked me quietly, eyeing Bryce and his muscular body as he loaded my shit into the back of his SUV. “He your new boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “And he’s hung like fuck.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

Fatty is out of breath.

And whose fault is that!? You know if you let me out, the hike would get a lot easier. Just saying . . . please, I don’t wanna die in here

Still need to be bigger. Blow me up

Not in the Spirit of the Bet

I had regular hookups with this hunk for over a year, which I hoped would last much longer. I loved waking up in his muscular arms after a night of fun, and was often lucky enough to be filled by his thick cock again in the morning.

Although things seemed to be going well between us, I woke up in a surprisingly different position one day. Instead of embracing me, he knelt at the edge of his bed with my legs halfway down his throat, the rest of my body sliding slowly into his mouth. When I began to try and struggle free, his throat muscles tightened their grip as he devoured me faster, swallowing my torso before tilting back his head and swinging my arms into the air.

With most of my body wrapped up within his own, suddenly everything felt much more intense. It was incredibly warm inside him, his hot breath spilling over my face as he swallowed my head and licked it all over as it passed through his mouth. My legs were painfully contorted and crushed into his stomach, which soon happened to the rest of me once he slurped down my arms and finished off his meal with a deep belch.

Barely able to move inside the tight confines of his gut, I decided to beg for my release instead. I asked him why he’d eaten me after all our time together, which he answered after giving his stuffed belly a rough slap.

“Well, I’ve started dating someone recently, and he wants to be exclusive. Can’t go around fucking you anymore, so I figured I would make better use out of you. Sit tight and *urp* let my gut handle the rest…”

While I was gradually digested, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t just seen him as a casual fling, I could have been his boyfriend instead of his food.

So we can all agree. I’m not a medium. But medium is definitely my size.

Hypotonic vibes.

“Take this fuckin’ nut,” I grunted, filling his eager mouth with my sticky load, my hand gripping his hair by the nape of his neck. Was it wrong to let the boy suck me when I’m a married man? Not really—men have needs. But was it wrong that he also happened to be my daughter’s boyfriend? I don’t know. Again, men have needs.

“I’m not going to let them fuck in our house,” my wife declared when our college daughter Nicky phoned to say she was bringing her new boyfriend Lance home for the weekend. “Lance is going to have to sleep in the guest room.”

I acquiesced to my wife’s demands, but I didn’t really care if Lance and Nicky fucked in the house. Horny college kids are going to find a way to fuck no matter what. If there’s a will, there’s a way. And if I’m being honest, I bagged many a bitch while her parents slept in the next room during my own college years. But, alas, my wife prevailed.

“I understand completely, sir,” Lance agreed deferentially that Friday evening when I showed him to the guest room and explained my wife’s no fucking in the house policy. “I promise to be on good behavior—scout’s honor.”

Dinner that night went well. It was obvious that Nicky was smitten with the boy, and my wife and I could see why. Lance was handsome, smart, articulate, and a very nice young man. And as a result of letting countless dudes suck my big cock during my college years, I could tell that Lance wanted mine.

The boy couldn’t keep his eyes off me, blushing whenever my gaze set upon him. Lance laughed too eagerly at my jokes, even my corny dad jokes. But the real test was when my foot found his under the dinner table, and the boy didn’t flinch—his eyes locking on mine, affirming his desire. It was obvious he wanted my cock, and who was I to deprive him?

“Would you mind if I invited Lance to have a scotch with me later tonight?” I asked Nicky as we rinsed the dinner dishes in the kitchen sink, my twisted plan in motion. “I’d like to get to know him better—man to man.”

“That’d be wonderful, Daddy,” Nicky beamed. “I know Lance would love that.”

Yeah. No shit.

And so when my wife and Nicky retired to bed late that night after we had all watched a movie, I poured a couple tumblers of scotch for Lance and me. Patting the couch, I invited him to take a seat next to me.

“This is really good scotch,” Lance observed upon taking his first sip. “Single malt?”

“Yep,” I acknowledged. “Aged twenty-five years.”

“Wow—thank you, sir. My dad never lets me drink his good scotch.”

“You can drop the ‘sir’ talk,” I winked, placing my meaty hand upon Lance’s knee. “You can call me Rick. And I’m happy to share my good scotch with you. You’re with my daughter now, which makes you family.”

“Thank you—Rick,” the boy blushed. “I like your daughter a lot, and I promise to make her happy.”

“That’s good to hear,” I smiled, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard eight-incher. “But are you willing to make me happy, too?”

“Jesus,” Lance licked his lips. “That’s a big fucking cock.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked rhetorically, my hand guiding his face into my lap. “Suck this big dick for me.”

Straining his jaw to accommodate my girth, Lance took my cock down his throat with zeal. Holding his head down on it, I gagged the boy, mashing my hairy balls against his chin. I could feel his throat throbbing on it, trying to contain the bile rising in him as he choked on my big one.

“FUCK,” he gasped when I finally allowed him to surface for air, red faced, tears in his eyes, saliva on his chin. “I’ve never sucked a dick this big.”

“I’ve got faith in you,” I encouraged, rubbing his back as he returned to my cock, taking it back down his throat. “Show me what you can do.”

Eagerly, the boy’s head began to bob up and down on my big dick, his left hand working my balls, his right hand up under my shirt, stroking my hairy belly. He was ravenous.

“Suck my balls,” I ordered, tapping him on the head. “You’ll get a big load that way.”

Dutifully, Lance headed south, licking and sucking my balls, churning my seed. His tongue soon traveled to that sweet spot just below my ballsack, teasing me, my toes curling in response. The kid clearly knew what he was doing, and I wondered how many dicks he had milked before mine.

“Suck me some more,” I begged when I couldn’t endure the stimulating ball work anymore. “Make me fucking cum.”

Obediently, Lance returned his attention to my cock, his lips traversing my veiny shaft from base to tip, over and over again. My swollen cockhead was abusing his tonsils, but the boy deepthroated me like a champ, a testament to his obviously extensive experience.

His pace increased, his grip and pressure on my shaft intensifying. It was like he innately knew the rate and friction I needed to make my nuts pop. Ravenously, Lance persisted, sucking me like a machine intent on milking out my load. He was about to get it.

“I’m getting close,” I warned, cum rising in my shaft, a pulsing in my balls. “You ready for it?”

“Mmpft, mmpft,” Lance nodded, my cock still buried in his throat. Taking me deeper, my tight balls, ready to bust my head , were soon pressed against his wet lips.

“Take this fuckin’ nut,” I grunted, filling his eager mouth with my sticky load, my hand gripping his hair by the nape of his neck. My body convulsed, my cock throbbing as rope after rope of my thick seed went flying down his throat.

“I fucking love your big dick,” Lance exhaled, finally surfacing for air once my balls were fully emptied. Pulling his face towards mine, I kissed the boy deeply, tasting the luscious melange of scotch and cum on his tongue. Moments later, I sent him to bed in the guest room, my semen swimming in his belly.

The next night, I discreetly presented Lance with a key to our garage apartment. I had outfitted our old futon in there with clean sheets for him and Nicky to fuck their brains out—away from my wife’s prying eyes. It was the least I could do to repay the boy for the stellar blowjob.

Two days later, back at school with Lance, Nicky phoned me. “Lance mentioned you invited him to go camping next weekend,” she shared, “just the two of you.”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “I thought I’d take him up to Lake Winnetonka for a couple nights. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” Nicky agreed. “I’m so glad you two guys have hit it off. Lance really likes you and can’t wait to camp with you.”

“I can’t wait, either,” I informed my daughter, stopping short of sharing that I couldn’t wait to fuck her boyfriend’s tight ass senselessly all weekend in a two-man tent.

Is that wrong? I don’t know. Men have needs.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.