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gawki · 2 years
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New stuff!
Open now til the 7th of October!
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bottle-cap-baby · 10 months
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they love each other and we love them
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pietropudge · 2 months
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After you’d dried off from the shower, Johnny led you to his bed.
“Come rub this tank,” he commanded, urging you towards him. He was laying back, gurgling belly up, thighs spread, presenting a perfect place for you to fit.
You sat on him, in his lap. You weren’t slow to start massaging his belly. Your fingers dug into the plush softness of the mass. You tried not to think about the couple’s corpses digesting beneath his flesh.
You looked up at Johnny’s face. He was being surprisingly quiet, and it was clear he was really feeling your massage. You kept going, eager to please your owner.
As his gut hardened, he fell asleep, lulled away by your useful hands.
After an hour, rubbing the whole time, you noticed Johnny’s eyes flutter open. “Mm. Good job, boy. You got some nice little fingers there, hits allll the right spots.”
You heard his belly raise a high pitched squeal, and a rumble for-warned you that he was ready to release his prey.
“URP. Gotta birth m’food baby.”
He stood up and made his way to the door, forcing you to sit back and give him room to move his still-big belly.
“What’re you sittin’ there lookin’ cute for? Come on.”
You obeyed and stood up, following him. Was he really gonna make you watch?
As he entered the bathroom and dropped his drawers, you shut the door behind you. He sat his muscular ass on the seat and started squeezing.
You watched as he let out a prolonged grunt before a crack came from the bowl, the first log breaching his hole. “Mm… shittin’ out lovebirds.” He turned and smiled towards you. “Nothin’ better.”
“Hey, you remember yer friends? God, did they give me a struggle.” Plop. “Had to force ‘em out real hard! Pain in my ass, hah!” Plop. “They’re long gone now,” he said, smacking the side of his glute. “Just Johnny shit somewhere in the sewers.”
You watched as he finished his dump, cleaned up, and dragged you back to the enclosure.
I loveee the gross turn this took! The way you write about Johnny's gut is just>>>> so so good. and his personality eats😮‍💨
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thesuperheroeater · 1 year
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You were one of the assistants for the shooting of the new documentary starring Chris Hemsworth, in which he tests the limits of his body through some challenges. This time you had to attach his wrists and ankles together to keep him from using them during the swim. While you were doing it, the shooting team told you they were going to take a break and as they left, they asked you to start training Mr. Hemsworth. for the challenges. Did you hear it correctly? They left you alone with The Chris Hemsworth? You smiled as you thought about what's about to happen. Some minutes have passed since the team left, while you make sure the ropes are well tied Chris socializes with you talking about what he has to do. When you're sure he won't be able to detach himself you take your cock out and shoves the man's feet into your slit. You moaned at how great it felt. Chris panics and tries to free himself from the ropes, but you tighten them well. Nothing will stop the huge morsel of muscles from sliding into your cock.
Some minutes later, your sitting at the edge of the pool. Your legs as well as your huge Chris Hemsworth filled balls, are into the water. You stroked your cock and moaned as you feel the man's struggles. But those struggles quickly stop as you eventually end up jerking a fountain of white liquid into the pool. Making Chris remains merge with the water. Even the man's black swim shorts landed into the pool. You smiled as you've never felt this good after a handjob.
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digestavore · 2 years
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https://www.patreon.com/posts/66073514
New POV digestion story up on Patreon 😜
The pred takes another gulp and I sink down past my hips to just above my belly button. My arms are wedged by my sides inside the pred's mouth; hot, wet and slimy. Fuck, I'm sweating so much. I hope it's not making me taste better. I try to struggle again, but I know it's way too late for me now. I'm basically bone-strewn shit already. Fuck, I'm messed up, why did my cock twitch at the thought of being shit?!
"Please! I don't want to be shit! I want to live. I have so much I want to do! I'm too young to die!"
My feet are sweltering along with my shins and knees which have all pushed through the entrance to the pred's corrosive stomach. I can feel myself being forced to curl up inside the pred's gut as I feel slimy stomach walls against my skin. Fuck, I'm gonna die so painfully in the most horrific way imaginable.
The pred takes another gulp and I sink in to my pecs. His lips are wrapped around my chest and I can feel his tongue slurping up and down my back and front, tasting me all over as my cock is pressed against the velvety flesh of his throat. Its so tight around my body, like a huge wet sleeping bag. He's making me sweat so much. I have never been this hot and uncomfortable, I can feel his stomach sphincter wrapped around my hips as it throbs and quivers.
"Oh my god....please stop! Your stomach is too fucking hot, its burning!."
Fuck, look at how distended his belly is now. I'm doing that. I'm making his stomach sag like that. I'm becoming a stomach bulge. That's all I'll be. A huge bulge in his stomach as he lays back and digests me alive. Melts down my meat to absorb all my nutrients. Oh fuck, I'm so screwed. I'm gonna be his morning dump tomorrow. A huge log of shit clogging his toilet. Fuck he's so masculine and hot. No! He's eating me! I can't swoon over him now!
"You're a prick. A fat fucking prick! I hope you choke on me!"
The pred's lips are slurping up around my shoulders and neck. There's literally no way out. I'm dead, dead meat. My whole body is basically inside him, constricted and sweltering, sweating like the dirty edible pig that I am. My legs are curled up inside the wet corrosive stomach sack below, my arms and torso constricted inside his throat and only my head sticking out of his mouth. Maybe if I struggle again he'll have to cough me up again....shit, no good. That's it, goodbye world!
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All that God is, and all that God has, are at the disposal of prayer. Prayer can do anything that God can do, and as God can do anything, prayer is omnipotent.
R.A. Torrey
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unicornwitch-uwu · 4 months
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Want a cute girl to swallow my gf whole and taunt me as she melts and burp in my face as she gives a little yelp and goes quiet forever then snuggles me to sleep then farts in my face to wake me up and says something like "your ex had one last thing to say lol" then she makes me pay her to watch her shit out my now former gfs remains
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wisdomfish · 10 months
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To take Christ's yoke upon us, is to put ourselves into the relation to servants and subjects to him, and then of conduct ourselves accordingly, in a conscientious obedience to all his commands, and a cheerful submission to all his disposals: it is to��obey the gospel of Christ, to yield ourselves to the Lord: it is Christ's yoke; the yoke he has appointed; a yoke he has himself drawn in before us, for he learned obedience, and which he does by his Spirit draw in with us, for he helpeth our infirmities, Romans 8:26. ~ Matthew Henry [ref. Matthew 11:29]
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bloodybosom · 10 months
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7itch0zero · 6 months
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ukdamo · 9 months
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Skull Song
Genevieve Taggard
A sea-god, whose father had been a mortal, becomes a skeleton.
The skin of the sea was thick, to-night, And the tone of the sea was dull; When I found by the edge of the sullen sea The half of a sea-god’s skull.
Half of a sea-god’s skull was there, Half of a sea-god’s tail. When I dug them out of the clutch of the sand The peering moon went pale.
The peering moon went pale, because Her other eye had seen The other half of the sea-god’s bones Ten thousand fathom green . . .
Ten thousand fathom green with sea, The sea-god’s other bones Swayed in a dead sea-goddess’s arms On a pile of sea-washed stones.
The skin of the sea was thick, to-night, And the tone of the sea was dull, While I buried away from the sinister sea All the mortal part of a skull.
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