“Alright, you got this.” I muttered to myself, as I downed the bitter espresso shot.  “First day?” The cashier chuckled.  “Yeah...does it show?” “A little. You want any water or anything to chase that triple espresso shot?” “No, it's fine. I like the taste.” I lied, holding back a gag from the bitterness.  “Oh, alright. Well good luck with your first day! The suits here look intimidating but they're pretty chill after first impressions.�

Flex - A Story by BoomerSMWarning - contains heavy scat/disposal and painful, fatal digestion and some homophobic slursFlex.Tobias Dawson watched in the mirror as his bicep bulged.Release.The muscle settled.Flex.On and on he went, staring at the way his body rippled as he moved from pose to pose. It was a regular ritual as he waited for his latest conquest to arrive. He made sure to take in every inch of his carefully tanned skin, quaffed brown hair, chiselled jaw. If he had more self awareness

“Who’s next?” Arturo grumbles as he paces back to his chair, tipping his cap up slightly. He’s been here for hours at the soundstage for the auditioning, went through so many actors so far and yet none won’t do. He has yet to find the one, the one he can proclaim ‘This is the man! He’s casted!’ He’s hoping he’ll be able to find one by the end of the day. He needs a goddamn break after this. He cocks his head at the assistant director who promptly gives a response after

“Mm…I told you that you can keep the gold, didn’t I? So you shouldn’t be complaining.” Kroger Preston tuts as he reclines further into his chair, propping his legs on the desk. “For these last minutes, you can keep clinging onto that, my backstabbing beloved employee.”That backstabbing worker in question right now is thrashing in agony as the environment he finds himself trapped in tightly to be a burning hell. He screams, and screams, begging for his life. To which the boss ignor

 “Alright, whaddaya say folks! Release or digest!” The crowd roared in unison. “Digest! Digest!” Gary Guts smacked his protesting gut and let out a small belch.  “Well! Sorry Sammy, but the crowd has spoken. Even your fans agree that – NGH! “--you--” CRUNCH! “Should team up with me!” GURRRGLE! “...on my ass.” Ffrt! Gary's stomach died down as his opponent was mercilessly crunched and mulched into nothing but

 Vorr World. Welcome to our exclusive spa and restaurant facility only open to the exclusive few. Featuring luxurious baths to invigorate the body, steamy saunas to rejuvinate your stamina, and sustainable, world class dining to revive your soul. Guests are offered one of these three options as select packages. The Bro-tein Package consists of protein based hor d'oerves while you and your partner spend the hour soaking in our mineral and herb infused hot spring baths. Guarenteed t

 Adam didn't know when his son Aaron started becoming such an asshole. He may have taught him to pred too early of an age. Maybe he just didn't discipline him enough. He thought back to when his son had vored his first guy – a teammate during a high school football match. Coach was upset initially, but his son's actions did win him the game. He was made MVP that night, and Adam had never been prouder. And yet today... “Hey, dad! We're out of beer, mind getting some?” �

 I was pissed off at this latest case.



 Now, I'm no amateur. No matter the case, I guaranteed results within the week. The one-week wonder was the slogan I decided to plaster on my business card. Theft, infidelity, even murder. All were solved within the week. And I kept to that promise my whole career.

 



 Until this case.

 Leo got the part. He was going to the playing the lead in the latest superhero flick. This was definitely going to be his big breakout hit for sure. Stephan Swells was directing, and anything the man directed be it comedy or drama or goofy ass action flicks were career driving gold. Not a single lead had left a Swells product untouched by fame.  And better yet, Leo had even more insurance to boot. “Ngh...fuck fuck fuck – watch it with the teeth!” Swells looked up at Le

 Stan belched as his stepson Derek smothered his face into his wriggling belly. It tickled as Darek ran his tongue against his hairy stomach, nipping at the gurgling gut, probing his deep belly button with his eager tongue. It was a really fucked up situtation, honestly. He shouldn't be letting his stepson indulge himself like this, having only known the guy for all of two weeks.  He belched again, this time a pair of soggy tightie-whities flying out his mouth, smacking into Derek's su

On a bustling street, the sun was leaving with a blinding glow, tinting the sidewalk with the reddish light of dusk. A humanoid slime, a pastel shade of pink, walked with a hurried pace, its forms swaying and matching the rhythm of its steps. He stopped before the local movie theater sign, the neon glow illuminating his face with a wide, enthusiastic grin. "Tonight," he thought, "is going to be great."
 Inside the movie theater, the slime's partner, a stoutly built human

Zack was never the playful type. 
Ever since he was younger, he’d always prioritized his school work over anything. This wasn’t because his parents were strict with him or anything like that; he’d simply gotten into the habit of doing so. That doesn’t mean that he hasn’t got any friends, as throughout his life, he’s met a lot of wonderful people.
One of which was Adam, who he met as a highschool freshie. In terms of personality, Zack has often thought tha

A round of greetings rose up as Draven walked into the locker rooms. He grinned and high-fived a few of his co-workers, and then grabbed his spot at his locker. He stripped out of his street clothes and donned his jumpsuit. Dark grey and of stretchy neoprene, it clung to every curve and hard edge of his muscles and scales, but he thought he filled it out pretty well. He adjusted his bulge and did a little jig to get it settled. That was followed by his boots, made of the same thick clingy materi

“‘Scuse me! Shark coming through! I’ll eat’cha up if you don’t move!”Vuuko elbowed through the packed crowd of near-naked mammals on his way to the beach’s restroom. His other arm held his bulging belly, keeping the squirmies from knocking him off balance. This dingo was a fighter; they had hiked up his shirt three separate times now, and it was really getting annoying. The pink-scaled shark stretched the fabric back over his white belly.He’d never seen the beach this crowded bef

 Jon's heart was racing. He wasn't sure what it was about that morning. Maybe it was the second cup of coffee. Maybe it was the new workout routine. But he felt bold. After months of secretly lusting after the smolderingly hot muscle daddy, imagining knowing winks from the man every time they locked eyes, smelling the hunk's natural scent while working out next to him...he was finally going to take the next step.  It was obvious that the daddy was down to fuck – Jon had listened

Entry 1: Surprising News






Hello, internet! My name is Jackson. I’m 23 years old, I live in Dallas, Texas, I’m a copywriter, and three days ago, I found out that I’m a predator.






It would be an understatement to say that this came as a shock to me. I’m not at all the stereo

[Jake]
It’s 5PM, I really should clean up around here. This place is a mess.
My used clothes are all on the couch, underwear, sleepwear, socks, gym wear, err… 
I dig up one particular piece of underwear from the pile. This isn’t mine. I examine it further and I finally realize.
“Owen,” I say to myself.
He always sleeps in the nude whenever he comes over. He has his own dorm but he says his roommate annoys him so he tends to sleep over at mine every now and the

New Years, 2023 – North Pole Upon touching down in the North Pole, Santa was informed that his plans to become a corpo-eating vigilante was...very much against the spirit of Christmas.  “There are rules, Santa. Holy Christmas, you can't just eat folks willy nilly. There's a damned list to follow. Only people who believe in this whole Santa schtick are eligible for the rewards and/or punishments. Could you imagine how much manpower it'd take to actually address every individual pers

"How are you, Alex?" The uneasiness in my friend Carlos' voice was evident. We had spent the night drinking cheap beer in his ramshackle apartment, sharing stories and laughter. But as the sun began to peek through the window, the conversation grew deeper and deeper.
 "I'm... fine, I think," I replied with a sigh. Life had taken an unexpected turn for me in the last few months. Working the night shift at a grocery store, I couldn't find the meaning I longed for.
 Ca

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Hank rubbed the size of his temple, trying to diges— rather, understand the story he had just been told. Doc had apparently created Twilight in a lab, from DNA taken from Night Stalker and Helios. The young super’s destiny was always to be eaten and Doc had made sure it came to fruition. Hank’s worldview as a lowly grunt was shaking. The heroes didn’t lose, and they certainly didn’t die. But Twilight, beloved by all, had just perished in his gut overnight with

 Thanksgiving was around the corner yet again. For the men of Human Turkey, it was the climax of their year. With just a week to go, the chefs were busy in the kitchen, meeting quotas and making sure their 'normal' food was up to snuff. As for the main attraction, the man turkeys themselves, they were preparing in their own way.  Paul looked on at this years prime turkeys. Things had been pretty good for him since his promotion and he was proud to be working with such a swell group of

"When you say that you'd do anything for me, no matter how degrading... how much do you mean that?"




They put down the book they've been reading and raise an eyebrow at their boyfriend, a little suspicious, if still interested.




"Um... I mean, I think it's pretty literal really. Why, have something in mind?"

 Fred's crotch was pleasantly wet as he rubbed his massive stomach, having swallowed his second meal of the week up his ass. What was once a sunny jogger training for a marathon was now racing his way through Fred's bowels. The sap was cursing up a storm through layers of fat and muscle, not that the pred was even listening. He'd found after the first couple of unwilling meals that earplugs were a good investment, and was already halfway to snoozeville. Letting out a long and deep belch, he

 Fred met his boyfriend at a local coffee shop. Sprung for the fanciest latte for the two of them. Got a nice piping hot cinnamon roll to share. Bruce was in a good mood, surprised to see his boyfriend so loose with his wallet today. Assumed some good news. Maybe a raise at work, or winning the lottery – “I lost my dick yesterday.” Bruce was mid sip of his coffee and choked on it as he tried not to do a spittake.  “Cough, cough! Wait...what?” “Yeah so...I dun

I can’t believe it’s already been a year. I never thought that I would last this long.
I have told Ven my interest in getting eaten by him but after what happened a year ago with Justin — I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was there. I was literally right there. He had his mouth agape in front of me, his warm breath hitting my face. The glistening of his mouth as saliva stretched from one point to another.
One of my best friends just got eaten by the other the previou

 Vore Janitor was a position that Troy had thought beneath him. Oftentimes literally. Yeesh, the first day at the law firm he had bullied the on staff vore janitor, pinning him under his asshole and dumping the remains of a coworker directly into the janitor's gullet.  But here he was, reporting for his umpteenth week on janitor duty for the very law firm he had once ruled. He had downed the wrong intern, that just so happened to be a nepo-hire...and well, his boss didn't like that. He

Voretober 19: Fool Birch's emotions were haywire that evening. It was going to be a quick little get together with old friends before his jetlag kicked in. Planned only to stay for an hour or so before maybe ordering a nightcap and turning in for the night. Instead, the barkeep had insisted he stay for a unique sporting event that was supposed to be airing this one night only. Something that Birch specifically would get a kick out of.  Interest piqued, Birch agreed. He ordered just a s

Voretober 18: Rescue “H-Hello! Uh, this is my first time c-calling. I uh, I think I ate my friend! Glorp... Oh shit, I think he's digesting! What do I do!” “Calm down, sir. Just take deep breaths. Take lots of water, we'll be on our way.” As soon as the address was provided, Mark and Tom were dispatched to the caller.  The tech yawned as he chugged a cup of lukewarm coffee. Mark hadn't expected a job so late at night. Who downs a dude past midnight on a monday night?

Voretober 7: Slide Kurt groaned as he struggled to cum...jackhammering his cock and grinding his ass on the massive dildo. And finally...his cock coughed up a miniscule glob of cum. It dribbled sadly off his shaft, not even making a mess. He cleaned it up with a single tissue and let out a deep sigh as he rested his head on his pillow and turned off his lamp.  Old age was catching up with him. His balls seemed to shrink as his libido did nothing but rise. His morning wood often just co

The club was filled with the raucous energy of hundreds of men blowing off the stresses of the weekday in acts best kept behind the closed doors of establishments such as this one. Jamie squeezed himself through the hordes of men, feeling a spark of excitement each time his bare skin slid across the contours of another clubgoer. The dress code had been set to "minimal" but at this time of night, all that remained were jockstraps, baseball caps and the occasional chest harness. It was nearing 1am

Voretober Day 2: Thrill  It sounded like a ridiculous proposal to any respectable researcher, unveiling the company's latest products via such a...crass display - but Lothea Labs was hurting for money. And well, nothing sold quite as well as spectacle these days. Barnard couldn't help but feel a bit skeptical as he watched his laboratory get gutted and repurposed into some outrageous maze from the second floor office window. “We're modeling it after the minotaur's labyrinth, y'know.

Story:
Succumbing at the Skateshop:

Contents:
M/M, Anal Vore, Scat Transformation/TF Into Scat from Scat, enthralled/semi-willing prey, farts mentioned, implied reformation from setting.




Overcast skies hanging above me, I can’t help but enjoy the atmospheric pressure despite a worry it’ll rain. My friends, Damian and I decided to go to the skate pa

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It was a cool, windless afternoon with birds chirping in th

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 Max winced as a slurry of chewed up salsa and chip slurry fell down upon him, and the fleshy confines he was stuck in wriggled about. He really wished his dad had been considerate enough to not to have eaten the extra spicy stuff, but his stinging eyes proved otherwise. Doing his best to wipe off the nasty corn mush off his face, he tried to curl up and roll over so the incoming meals wouldn't get on his face. Just as he did so, a splash of potent beer splashed on his back, as the stomach