It was late at night, and I had a long drive ahead of me returning from visiting my family. I pulled into a nearby truck stop to take a break; already intimidated by all the vehicles parked up that were so much larger than mine, I was even more tense walking past all the drivers who were just as massive. Ignoring their staring and sneering at the puny guy who’d wandered into their territory, I walked straight to the bathroom to freshen up before I continued my journey.
But when I turned towards the exit, it was suddenly blocked by the muscular arm of a tall, rugged stranger who was eyeing me up and down. He took advantage of my hesitation to walk closer, making me instinctively back away from him until I hit the wall behind me. He leaned in close with his arms either side of me, his face mere inches away from mine so that I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke to me. “Hey there. Driving around all day has got me hankering for a filing meal. I was wondering if you wanted to help me out with that?”
His large, firm beer belly had my body pinned to the wall, forcing me to submit to the powerful musk that hung in the atmosphere around him, particularly from the dark, damp patches of sweat beneath his pits. I was surprised he didn’t just grab me right away, instead allowing me to struggle gently beneath his weight. I was trying to avoid eye contact at first as I thought it might scare me into giving up entirely, but after a quick glance I noticed his expression had some friendliness mixed into his tough, intimidating expression. “Don’t be scared, little fella. I’m a nice guy, only gonna eat you if you give me permission. But before you answer, just think about how great it would feel sliding down into my warm, cozy stomach.”
After saying that, he began to lick my neck slowly and seductively. He enjoyed toying with me as he patiently waited for me to stop squirming, confident that I would submit to his desires in the end. And he was right. If being swallowed would feel anywhere near as sensual as getting tasted like this, he’d already done enough to convince me. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands around his belly while I imagined what it would feel like to be inside it.
“So what do you say, will you fulfil your true purpose and become my dinner?” I quietly whimpered the word “yes” in response and allowed him to pull my shirt over my head before it was suddenly engulfed by his maw. Having teased me enough, he quickly swallowed my shoulders so he could get to the good stuff, tasting the nervous sweat soaked into my pits and chest hair as he devoured me. I moaned at the feeling of being massaged by his gullet that was tightly sealed around me, but there was far more pleasure yet to come.
He pulled off my pants and toyed with my hard cock, his wet tongue coiled around my shaft as it stroked the full length over and over until I bust my salty load into his mouth. Using his strength he was able to force my legs down his throat soon after, his stomach only slightly swelling out as my scrawny body curled up inside him. The man let out a thunderous belch as he admired himself in the mirror, letting me know how satisfied he was in a much more aggressive tone now that he knew he didn’t need to befriend me. “Right where you belong, you delicious little fucker. Now be a good piece of meat and stay nice and still while my gut churns you up.”
I should have been scared, but something just felt so right about becoming a meal for this big man, perhaps because he’d made it feel like it was my choice. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations of being digested alive, feeling his stomach acid slowly break me down into nourishment for his body.
Wouldn’t mind becoming a jockstrap
Believe it or not, every item of clothing in my closet once used to be a man. I use my magic power to collect past lovers and hookups who have disappointed me. The shirts are all richer, older gentlemen, sugar daddies, and even some past boyfriends’ fathers. For pants, I usually use younger guys from Grindr who didn’t do too much wrong but were overall boring for me. My socks and shoes are all the pathetic cashfags and footslaves who have come to me over the years. My underwear are special. Sometimes I turn rude straight men who challenge my masculinity at bars and parties, into some nice briefs, like this pair I’m wearing now. And sometimes I turn willing men who swear they just can’t get enough of me, into my underwear. And I think I might give you that treatment. Unless you’d rather be something else. You haven’t let me down, I actually like you, which is more than I can say for most men I’ve fucked. But I think I’d like to add you to my collection. What would you say to that?
Sucks when you don't fit in the shower
Could you turn me into pecs - Like a jock uses me to make his pecs big and juicy
When a jock decides he wants you,he is getting you.Garry learned this the hard way.
Gary was walking down the campus,wanting to just go home after a hard day of classes and relax,but that wasn’t going to happen.He was just minding his business when Logan spotted him.He smiled and rubbed his pecs as he stared at the young man,deciding he wanted Gary as his next victim
He quickly walked up to Gary,and knocked into him “by accident”.Gary fell to the floor.”Ah shit,bro,my bad” Logan said as he offered his hand out to him.”Ugh…Damn…No problem,i should have been paying more attention” replied Gary politely as he grabbed his hand.As he looked up to the jock and realized how handsome he was,he started to blush and pause.This was when Logan went in for the kill.
He ripped off his tank top before pressing the nervous young man’s head straight into his impressive pecs.Gary tried to fight back but the jocks strength was too much,and when he tried to scream out for help,he could only get a meek sound out before his face was absorbed into the Alphas pecs.Logan rubbed his dick as his chest greedily absorbed the scared young mans body into its mass.In just a matter of moments,Gary’s body was just flesh and muscle for Logan’s pecs,with his mind stored safely inside the big,juicy pecs.
Gary tried to struggle,and was terrified and confused at first,but when Logan bounced and rubbed his pecs,that dread quickly faded into contentment and bliss.”Chill,little broski,settle into casa Logan,okay? I’m gonna take real good care of ya,and ya look great on my rocking bod!” Logan cooed gently down to his new abs,,walking to his frat house,laughing as he rubbed his meaty abs.
Looks like my cocks almost done sucking you in once your inside and start churning into my cum I’ll make sure of our promise and jerk your remains in my dirty jockstrap.
Life after that cheat meal.