That vore video you did with the ghost face mask was amazing, have you done any other videos where you move your belly like that or any plans to do more?
The struggling and squirming is the best part of devouring my prey 😈
My boyfriend started off as a kinder predator than most. He’d never once digested another guy, which is why I thought I’d be safe dating him. Sure, now and again he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he wanted the feeling of a full, heavy belly. But I found his dominant attitude towards swallowing me kind of hot, so realistically it was never completely against my will.
That was until the night he fell asleep with me still inside his gut, when he didn’t have any control over the processes going on inside his body. I feared for the worst when his digestive juices started pouring in from the fleshy walls around me, and no amount of struggling seemed to wake him up. However, all I felt was a slight tingle on my skin, the worst part was probably just how cramped it got from his stomach squeezing against me as it tried to deal with me.
We’d accidentally made the discovery that his gut was unable to break down anything that was alive, despite handling all of the rest of his food perfectly well. Despite my protests, this lead to many an occasion where I was gulped down first thing in the morning, then kept trapped inside for the whole day. My partner would still get hungry for an actual meal, but it turned out that he could still stuff a full serving of food into his gut alongside me and let his body churn it up.
He didn’t seem to care how gross I found it having food melted down and smeared all over me by his stomach, but his absolute gluttony clouded his judgement. So much that he decided that it would be fun to hold me inside him for a whole week, knowing full well what I would think about that experience. He kept me alive by swallowing things whole for me to eat first, which I was forced to scarf down quickly before his own chewed up dinner started piling in.
All he had to do was tolerate the occasional moment where I would snap and squirm around as much as I could, hoping to make things uncomfortable enough that he would let me out early. But he always managed to wait until my struggles subsided, even moaning softly now and again as though he was actually enjoying it. I never thought he’d become such a cruel predator, but now I’m worried that if I break things off with him, I might end up a permanent resident in the depths of his fat belly.