Vincent The Disposal Unit - Day 2
 
 
Day 2: Contains: Vore, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Force Feeding, Dragons, Aliens, Scalies, Digestion, Fat, Tubby, Unwilling Prey, Prey Smaller than Pred, Extreme Weight Gain, Immobility, restraints, straps, science fiction, tube feeding
 
 
 
 
Day 2:
 
 
He felt as though he slept an eternity, a dream filled eternity. He dreamt of breeding and filling those half lizard avians near to bursting with his cum. He dreamt that they crawled down his throat as he fucked them. He dreamt in particular of getting that commander balls deep over his cock with her maw and pumping her full till she looked like an over-inflated beach ball of cum. His dreams continued, hump, swallow, hump, swallow…Swallow, swallow...
 
 
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Gulp. His whole body quaked and shuddered, the chains rattling above him as an immense orgasm flowed through his body, dual cocks flexing with might as huge ropes of cum were released. Something around his cocks was oh so hot, so wet, so tight and sucked so deeply, like it wanted to drain him of every last drop. He roared with lust and was suddenly cut short, his throat filling, stretching more than it had for the girls the day before. It tasted like… bovine? Like a cow? He had little choice in the next step though as it passed down his gullet and pressed into his belly which made him let out a heavy sounding grunt. He didn’t remember being that full when he fell asleep. He didn’t have time to investigate though as his jaws were forced open by another meal being pushed into his throat. This time it tasted vulpine, a fox of some sort? Too late to check, already in his belly. The pace was faster than the day before, and the meals far larger.
 
The orgasm was starting to die down, and despite that the throbbing around his cocks continued, stimulating them so thoroughly that he didn’t even begin to soften. He could feel drool running down his chin in little rivers that dripped from the underside of his neck. When he moved his arms and legs he could feel them jiggle, rather a lot more than the last time he had checked. And indeed as he looked up to his arms they were a lot porkier, fatter and softer. And even as he had been looking at his figure he realised he had swallowed another two creatures back to back. He hadn’t even noticed what species they were.
 
 
“Oh good, you’ve awakened.” Said a familiar voice, a soft scaled hand stroked down the front curve of his belly “Don’t worry, you’re doing a wonderful job of disposing of the crew and passengers of the liner we got you from. We have all that we need from them now. Your capacity is quite incredible. I’m starting to consider keeping you around.” Eight more during that little speech of hers.
 
 
He could feel another orgasm already building, his cocks starting to flex and twitch heavily between his thighs and against the underside of his overly softened gut. “Only 90 more to go. You’ve done such a good job with the first 30.” She said with a wide smile on her face. Hearing those numbers sent a shiver down his spine, had he really eaten so many? It felt so good, so right. And even as he questioned that he had swallowed a couple more. “We are bearing down on another liner as we speak so I must leave as my attention is required elsewhere.” She turned and walked off, but Vincent had the sneaking suspicion she would be checking in on him remotely. And so with little other option he gulped and allowed himself to be pleasured. Although if he was honest with himself he found little motivation to struggle as his stomach grew heavier and rounder. He slipped into something not unlike a trance as he swallowed and came over and over, and by the time the last meal slid past his jaws his squirming meal could hear not much other than the deep snoring of the slumbering drake that swallowed them in his sleep, a deeper, dreamless sleep this time.