Mark looked down at the shattered remains of North Port City, listening to the muffled chorus of screams from Blight's stomach. Even though they were a hundred meters away and buried beneath thousands of tons of thick, insulating man meat, he felt as though they were right beside him. He imagined that he was surrounded on all sides by the tiny, dying people. He heard them begging him to save them, to get them out, to kill them. He wondered what it must feel like to be in so much pain you wanted

Hosea waited eagerly on the couch for his boyfriend to join him.


“Mark? Are you almost ready?” He called out, “the game is about to start!”


“Yep! I'm coming over right now!” Came the reply from the bathroom. Mark had never been all that interested in sports, but he'd always be there to watch the big ones with Hosea, because he knew that it was important to him. Tonight wasn't the Su

Ethan’s opened the door to the apartment he shared with his beloved newlywed wife,


“Honey, I’m home!” He called out happily.


There was no response. Cheryl must be sleeping, he thought.


It had been a long, hard day at work for Ethan, but he never complained, and always came home with a good attitude.


After brushing his

Jack could hardly contain his excitement as the truck approached the slave market. When they finally stopped, and Jack stepped out of the vehicle, he gasped in wonder. The slave market was no grand affair, just a few dozen stalls with awnings in an abandoned Walmart parking lot. The lack of ceremony made sense; it wasn’t like they were selling anything of any particular consequence, just slabs of meat to be fucked, eaten, and disposed of. For Jack, however, it was the most magical plac

Lucas woke up to the sudden crunch of Blight’s stomach contracting and finally turning the bones of his most recent victims into dust. Lucas’ head was gently resting between Blight's enormous pillowy pecs.


“Good morning sleepyhead,” Blight said softly.


“Mmf, just five more minutes,” Luke said, pressing Blight's huge tits together to cover his head even more with the man's chest.

Blight walked down the street towards the university. There was a gleeful bounce to his gait, as he was surrounded by his favorite part of his neighborhood: the hundreds of missing posters. The myriad flyers posted on telephone poles, bulletin boards, bus stops, trees, and buildings stared back at Blight with the faces of tender young boys and girls with their whole lives ahead of them, strapping young men and women in the primes of their lives, and even a few pushing middle age. Even though

Kayleigh practically ran to the door when she heard the doorbell ring. When she opened it, her heart jumped. It was exactly who she had been hoping for,


“Jacob!! It's so good to see you again!” She jumped towards her boyfriend and wrapped him in a tight embrace.”


“Come on babe, it's only been four days,” Jacob said with lighthearted exasperation.


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Blight walked casually into the unisex bathroom, taking a break from the busy concert outside. He had decided on a more casual seven feet tall today, but the massive bulk of his plump and muscled body still made the room shake with every step he took. His skin tight tank top and shorts allowed full view of his voluptuous rear end as it jiggled gently with each step and flexed with every stride. He looked around for a moment. Not seeing anyone inside, he flexed his muscles slightly, which tore