Anal Vore - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

Wait, inside!? What!? No dude, I don’t wanna, no! I’ll leave you alone okay. So what I thought you were attractive, let me admire you from the outside and move on. It was a simple compliment, bro, I wasn’t house hunting! Please no!

What? You think ass preds are born like that? You know how hard it is to suck a full grown man up your butt!? It takes months of training to build the muscles required to take someone in the back door, but trust me, every drop of sweat is worth it!

Some days you just want to disappear between your lover’s cheeks and just forget the world.

Just one look at those powerful thighs and it’s immediately clear, this Man could take you up the ass in a minute flat and love every struggle

What do you mean “Why do you think he’s an ass pred?” Have you seen the guy!? Look dude, if you’re into that he’s a good choice, but understand that when he starts to flirt with you there’s only one thought on his mind. Don’t be naive to think you’re anything besides an ass snack for that guy. Good luck, it was nice knowing you.

IG - rafadoesfitness

He may not look all that intimidating compared to some bigger guys, but I’m working to bet that at least two dozen men have met their end between those ass cheeks

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America's ass needs feeding, afterall

(~7months ago)

Asher and Colton have a contest, and unfortunately for Jase he's getting... ahem... *involved*. It counts as being involved if youre the food that makes the farts, right?

Implied digestion, but Jase will be reformed, cant lose one of my OCs >;) maybe he'll even get a consistent look in the future >.>

The Baker's Assistant - #2

Huw starts work in the bakery. Down the back of his drawers, Tom is in for a rough ride as he endures the giant's morning gas.

Huw snorted as he felt the little man struggling between his cheeks. Tiny, smothered complaints. Nothing he cared about. A long, satisfying stretch. His guts were growling. He twisted his leg in just the right way and a stream of gas bubbled out of his hole. “Well muffled, lad.” He took in a breath and wrinkled his nose. “Too much stink for you to soak up everything, huh?” He pulled on a pair of trousers. The little man was safely secured in his new lodgings. Huw, meanwhile, had an actual job waiting for him.

Tom was hopelessly disoriented. Colossal walls of fat and muscle had him anchored firm. Blast after blast of casual gas scoured his senses raw with with every shift of Huw's body. Sweltering heat, intestines gurgling, the foul smell of sweat and gas. Tom's skin was slick. He was harder than he had ever been in his life. He let out a shuddering breath, testing his limbs. Flattened tight between colossal slabs of flesh, but still functional. He had to do something. In the darkness, he picked a direction. Huw’s arsecheeks squeezed him gently as he wriggled between them. The smell got worse. He swore as he felt wrinkled, sticky skin.

“No. No no. Fuck no.” An appreciative rumble.

“Good boy. Straight for the source.” He tried to struggle away. A big finger reached in with a gentle poke, pressing his head between filthy, sweaty folds. “Really get in there, lad. Don't be shy.” He yelped. An abyss, opening up in front of him. The warmth and stench of Huw's rectum wafted out. He reached out to push himself away and his hand slipped, plunging into the darkness. The colossal ring of muscle welcomed him eagerly, clamping down. A distant chuckle. He pulled himself out with a desperate squelch, lubed up with whatever unmentionable fluids Huw secreted. He struggled desperately away. Something stopped him. His leg was tangled in something. A curl of thick black hair. A rumble from Huw's depths. He was moving around now, rocking Tom gently as he walked. Satisfied humming. The brute paused to hike up a leg. A grunt. A huge, wet fart buffeted him in a stinking blast of wind. A chuckle from above as he yelped. "Breathe deep, little man. A bit of gas never hurt a boy." Tom squirmed angrily. He shuddered as he inadvertently smeared something sticky over his side. “Good boy. That's what I want. Movement." Distant sound, filtered through layers of fat and hair and muscle. Heavy footsteps. The creak of the stairs, then the kitchen door. The whistle of a kettle. A vast belch. Huw grunted as he felt Tom trying to get away.

On the outside, Huw flicked on the kitchen lights, scratching his belly. He squatted down to light the oven. Gas bubbled out of his arsehole and he huffed in satisfaction as a tiny form wriggled in response. "You're gonna stink of me, little lad." He went about his business, starting to shape loaves of bread, gently flexing his arsecheeks to see how the little man responded. His arsehole kept on trying to suck the little man in. Satisfying. Tiny struggles. The lad was trying to desert his station. He tugged at the back of his trousers.

“I'm not having that, lad.  You're here to work. If you won't lick it, you can go inside it. You smell the outside. You want to taste the inside?" Weak complaining, muffled by his crack.  

"Fat, stinking bas-"

"Three." A yelp. "Two. One." Anxious little squirming. Huw chuckled and let rip another flood of stinking gas. Farts really got the little man wriggling. Sure enough, the feeling of a tiny tongue between the dirty folds of his arsehole. He turned his attention back to his bread, content that his new worker was doing his job. Loaf after loaf, shaped and left to stand. Fart after stinking fart onto his tiny passenger. He moved on to pastries. The odd return to his sourdough to knead the bread. The little man was behaving himself a little more. They always loved How's stench, after a bit of adjusting. A nice wet fart for him. There were still complaints, but he kept close to Huw's shitter. “Good boy.” Huw tasted like nothing else Tom had ever encountered. Bitterness. Salt. Earth. Just raw, overpowering man. He stuck out his tongue and licked. Sticky. His leg was still trapped in a coil of greasy hair. He was tied down into the deepest reaches of Huw's crack, buffeted repeatedly with wet, stinking bursts of gas. He tried not to concentrate too much on what he was tasting. He felt like an animal at a trough, face buried deep in muscle and stink. A warning shift. He pulled back. A blast of noxious gas, the added suction as the giant's arsehole tightened, then it was back to normal. He got back to work. Finally, a big hand reached down.

“You alright there, lad? Feel like I got lint stuck in my crack.”

“I’m tangled in your fucking arse hair!” A chuckle.

“That’s what I mean.” Big fingers reached in, freeing his leg easily. "I forgot to ask. What's yer name, lad?”

“Tom.”

“Tommy, huh? The ovens are on, Tommy. I'm not gonna be checking in with you for a while, so take a deep breath.”

"But-" Huw’s hand disappeared. His glutes closed back in. A lazy flex, and Tom was buried back against Huw’s stinking hole. He yelped as suction wrapped around his head. The sound switched. Curiously muted, the outside world fading. Heavy gurgles, the rumble of gas. Pitch blackness. The simmering threat of something indescribable. Something caught in his throat. Raw, punishing stink. Muscle clenched and he was sucked in a little further. Huw relaxed, and a merciful blast of gas allowed him to pull back. Sticky moisture spattered across him. He took in a desperate breath. Somehow, the outside of Huw’s hole was a relief compared to what lay within. 

Huw reached down to push the little man in as he released a particularly putrid fart. Tiny coughs. He clenched his cheeks firmly to muffle them, then lifted the blinds hiding the kitchen just enough to start sliding trays beneath. The first rays of morning light glowed on the counter. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day. He reached down the back of his boxers to shove the little man’s head against his stinking hole, finishing it off with a rank, wet fart. 

The brute was truly the most disgusting being Tom had ever met. He spat out something unmentionable, fighting his way out. He was tired.  He closed his eyes, letting himself slump against the huge, puffy muscle. It pulsed gently. Foul-smelling and warm. Somehow, in spite of everything, his eyelids were closing a little. Huw paused. His new employee had gone limp. He reached down. Sure enough, the tiny man was dozing off. He huffed. "We got to reset yer sleep." He blew gently on the tiny form. A yelp. "Little lad. Can't have you asleep on the job, can I?" Sleepy fear.

"Sorry sir." Huw felt his eyes crinkle.

"I did say I'd feed you to my shitter if you went still again."

"Uh. I can try harder-"

"Shh. It won't be that bad, lad. Just warm and smelly. I'm feeling nice, though. I'll make myself a coffee for now. Should be plenty of gas to wake you up with a few sips." He pulled a towel from the back of his apron and deposited the little man on top, reaching for the kettle. 

Tom blinked sleepily up at him. He looked around. He had never seen the kitchen before. It was rare for him to even be this high up. Huw lit a match, holding under the kettle on the job next to him. A swish of flame as it caught. Tom got to his feet, entranced. "Stay on that towel, lad. I don't want you tracking filth over my kitchen." 

"Whose fault is that?"

"Careful, lad. Until yer debt is paid, I punish you how I see fit. Now.  If I put a little man in a warm, comfy place, I can't really blame him if he falls asleep." The kettle was whistling away happily on the hob. A huge hand shifted the towel into the light. Tom covered his eyes in the sudden brightness. "I think I just accept you get sleepy. So long as yer still with me, we’re good." Huw got about making his coffee. Crushed beans, into a strange little jug. Tom watched him pour water far above, a massive cloud of steam rising up. “Would coffee help? Don’t know if I want to risk seeing if caffeine hurts a tiny man, though.”

“I’ve snuck some of your coffee before when you leave your mug unattended.” A chuckle. Huw reached down and flicked him gently.

“Little rascal.” He poured in a trickle of milk and stirred. “Still, though. It’s proper builder’s tea. Too strong for you.” He glanced down. “That little hard-on has barely gone down since I first locked eyes on you, huh?” Tom smoothed back his hair.

“I think that's just the inevitable part of physical contact. Not my fault.” A huff.

“It's a good thing, lad. That's what makes you my ideal prey. There's no fun in shovin’ a boy up my hole if he doesn't even want it.” Tom crossed his arms half-heartedly. Huw took a draught of his coffee, letting out a cavernous belch. “That’s the stuff.” He paused, making a face. “I can already feel it moving things along downstairs, too. Time for the both of us to get back to work, lad.” Huw pulled down his drawers, turning around. The same view of his glorious, hairy arse. He pulled a cheek aside, letting a wet fart blast Tom's face, splattering him with something wet. Huw’s second hand blocked Tom’s escape and titanic legs backed up slowly, walls of muscle confining Tom once more. A massive finger shoved Tom’s head into the folds of his hole. Huw let his huge arsecheeks back together, sealing his prisoner in. Sticky wetness. Tom fumbled desperately at the folds around him, pulling out his head with a wet squelch and leaning back as far as he could to take a breath in. He had smelled them from the inside already. He didn’t need to do it again. His hands scrabbled in the damp folds. One went in a little. He yelped, trying to pull it out. This time, Huw's asshole wasn't letting go. He tried to wrench harder, kicking, trying not to let another limb get caught. Huw chuckled above him. “Relax, lad. You were going up there sooner or later. You'll be fine. I'll see you later.” Tom kicked his leg in. It went in deep. It gave him enough freedom to pull out his hand, but now he had a new problem. There was suction on his foot. His ankle disappeared into the folds. He could feel simmering heat as warm flesh squeezed it tight. He yelped. “Calm the fuck down, lad. None o’ this needs to be this dramatic. Sit back and enjoy it.” Tom ignore him. He wrapped his hand in his shirt, reaching in to try and loosen up his foot. Hopeless. The suction pulled in his arm again. He let the shirt go, pulling out his hand before he was caught. It disappeared somewhere within. He could feel the fabric running over his foot before it was sucked somewhere deeper. Hot, wet muscle dragged in his calf. He let out a ragged breath. Last try. He braced his hands. Carefully, he tried to kick a fold in the muscle. The tiniest little give. He yanked out his foot, collapsing backwards between Huw's colossal arsecheeks. An earthshaking chuckle around him. “Good effort, lad.” Huw reached down and pushed. His lower half sunk into the giant's arsehole.

“No!” A patient huff.

“Whiny little man. You should be thanking me.” Tom grabbed onto his finger. His hands slid off, slick with sweat. Huw clenched his cheeks and went back to work. Tom was buried too deep now. All he could do was curse wildly at his giant captor and feel sticky heat climb up his torso. He grabbed wildly at an errant hair. His hand slipped off, coated in sweat and slick. Wildly, he tried to push down. One hand vanished. Then the second. Huw's sphincter slurped in his shoulders. Sticky muscle covered his mouth, then his eyes, then Huw's pucker sealed above him with a final, revolting, world-engulfing squelch.

Huw hummed, sipping his coffee, checking the hourglass on the table. He pulled out a tray of loaves, sliding them beneath the blinds to the front of the shop. There were customers now. Voices. Someone was haggling. He smiled to himself, basking in the warmth and the sunlight. He bent down to peer into the oven, drumming his fingers on the counter next to him. Satisfying little wriggles inside him. It wasn't too late to fish Tom out, with a little effort. But he felt like letting nature take its course. The boy would end up back on the outside sooner or later. Another coffee or two and everything would move him back outside anyway. He put on the kettle again and reached for a towel, opening up the oven. Not long before his baking was done for the morning.

Up the Creek

Kingsley has to attempt a rescue when his husband gets a tiny hookup too deep.

Kingsley could hear music upstairs as he unlocked the door. He dumped his jacket over the bannister, kneeling down to pull off his shoes. Straight onto the shoe rack. There was an extra pair of men's shoes, lost between a couple of Asim’s trainers. A fraction of the size.

“I forgot he had a date over.” He called up the stairs. “Anybody home?” Hurried footsteps. A big, broad form appeared at the top of the stairs. Kingsley grinned.

“Hey, love. Where are your trousers?” Asim’s eyes were worried. He moved fast, thundering down the stairs. Kingsley caught him in his arms, looking him up and down. “Hey. Slow down. What's wrong?”

“Um. Really sorry. I lost a little man up my ass.” Kingsley snorted, his shoulders relaxing.

“You had me worried for a second. Again, love? Is that whose shoes are at the door?”

“Yeah. Can you, uh. Try to fish him out?”

“Hmm. How long ago was it?” Had Asim even tried to rescue him on his own? He was already wearing briefs.

“Only like ten minutes.”

“I might still be able to get him. How tiny we talking? Strong enough to put up a fight?” Asim scratched his head.

“Not really. I was just, you know. Letting him eat my ass. He wasn't very deep. He was just really enthusiastic, and I thought it would be harmless if I let him just put a hand in.” He had a bottle of lube in his hands. Kingsley took it. “And then it was a second. I know I should have told him off, but it felt good. And then he was inside, and it was kind of like, you know. He was already in, I might as well enjoy it. And then by the time I was done he was too deep for me to reach.” Kingsley rolled up his sleeves. 

“That’s fine, though, right? It's not as if he'll get hurt.”

“Yeah, but - he didn't sign up for - you know. My guts doing their thing. Things could get a bit messy if I can't get him out.” The lube was cold over his hands. He rubbed it between his palms and starting smearing it up and down his forearm.

“Alright. Assume the position. Let's see if I can pull him out.” He took off his ring as Asim pulled down his briefs. He had made that mistake before. “How small, then? That little six footer you keep on banging on about?” Asim got on his knees at the base of the stairs, looking over his shoulder. Despite the situation, it was a good view. Thick, hairy legs. Meaty glutes. Heavy balls dangling.

“Yeah. About six foot. Dale. You remember him?” Kingsley tugged his cheeks apart and winced. Smelly bastard.

“Whether I find him or not, you need a shower before we eat.” He probed around in the maze of stinking hair. Asim’s hole was easy enough to find. He wasn't exactly tight. Not everyone could lose an entire person up their ass, however tiny. “Dale is the IT guy, right?”

“Yeah! He's really cute. Barely reaches my shins, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm.” Kingsley tugged at a puffy hole.

“Mm. He sounds sweet. Let's have a look.” There was no sign of him from the outside. It wasn't really a surprise, there was no way Asim's ass would have left him on the surface for so long. “You remember we're ordering Italian later?”

“Yeah, I remember. Sorry. I was just gonna let him finish and send him home so I could get ready. Things just got too heavy.” Kingsley pointed his fingers into a familiar position. Asim’s hole parted around him. Into the darkness. A slow, careful advance deeper.

“Hmm. You want him to stay over?” Asim let out a happy exhale.

“Well - fuck, that feels good. Maybe. If you like him.” Kingsley was already up to his knuckles. He carefully twisted his hand around. No tiny man in Asim's rectum. He had already been swallowed deeper.

“Let's see if I can find him first. He might just have to stick it out.”

“Oh, but I'm gonna feel bad if that h - fuck, babe. If that happens.” Asim's hole squelched around his wrist as he got deeper.

“Please. You love little men up your ass.” Asim shuddered around him.

“Yeah, but - like I said. That wasn't - it wasn’t the plan.”

“Before arms started going up holes, huh?” There was something there. Rough fabric. Denim. He pulled it out. Slow and patient. The muscle let him go with a squelch. He inspected his find. A slimy little pair of jeans. “Hmm. I found trousers.” Asim looked over his shoulder.

“Fuck, they're his. Is he too far in?”

“Hold on. I haven't gone deep yet.” He flexed his wrist. “Ready for me to go back in?” Asim glanced over his shoulder. An eager smile.

“Yessir.”

“Calm down, love. We’re not doing a proper scene. This is a rescue mission.” He slowly buried his fist further in. A pleasurable grunt from Asim. He chuckled. “Feels good?”

“Really good. Sorry.”

“I'm not mad at you. I just want to keep track of what I’m here for.” He felt around. Muscle flexing around him. Asim shivered, a moan of pure pleasure. Then Kingsley nudged something. A small form. It twisted at his touch. Something latched desperately onto his fingers. He chuckled.

“There we go. Think I have him.” Asim let out a sigh. Pleasure or relief, it was hard to tell. “Let me pull him out slow so he can hang on.” He started to withdraw. Slowly, his forearm emerged, slimy with mucus. He frowned. The little man's grip didn't feel very secure. He probably needed to hold on himself. “Give me a moment. Let me - fuck.” The little hands around his fingers were gone. Swallowed up again inside Asim. “I lost him. Where are you, lad?” Asim's voice rose.

“I thought you had him?” Kingsley snorted, flexing his hand.

“Don’t get pissy with me. This isn’t my fault.” A deep breath.

“Sorry, babe. I just - you know. Feel guilty. And I don't want to scare him off.”

“It’ll be fine. He wouldn’t have volunteered to eat you out if he didn't like a bit of filth. I think the suction was just too much for him to deal with.” He reached back in. Deeper and deeper, trying not to be too rough on Asim. Was the little man gone? He frowned. Asim groaned roughly. Big toes curled. Kingsley grinned. If the worst came to the worst, at least him and the Asim could have some fun. Before he could make the call, he found the form again. He grabbed on before it sunk deeper. It shifted a little. He breathed out.

“There we go. That's a leg.” Unlike the little man, Kingsley wasn't completely at the mercy of Asim's bowels. He braced and pulled. Steady squelching. Warm, wet walls, pulsating around his arm. Back outside. His hand was easy enough to pull out. Then sloppy muscle clenched over little calves. It was amazing how much Asim could tighten up when there was a little man to tyrannise. Slowly, reluctantly, Asim's hole let him pull a small form out, clamping wetly over every muscle and joint. Mucus and filth, coating every inch. He chuckled. That was satisfying. Asim moaned as the lad started to emerge.

“Holy shit. That feels good.”

“Stop clenching. You're gonna suck him back in.”

“I know. That would be bad, right?” Kingsley gave his ass a slap. Satisfying ripples in fat and muscle.

“You tell me.” A fuzzy little torso. Finally, a face. Asim's hole squelched around it until Dale was finally free. Kingsley sat him up, examining the little form. A hairy little man. Slimy with mucus, mind visibly blown by his ordeal. Asim turned around, ignoring the filth as he pulled the little man into his arms.

“Dale! You ok? I thought I lost you there. I was worried I wasn't gonna see you till tomorrow.” A weak little splutter. “I know, buddy. Sorry about that. We both got a bit carried away. Oh, hang on. This is my husband Kingsley. Kingsley, this is Dale.” Kingsley scanned the little man up and down. 

“Asim was right. You do have pretty eyes.” He offered a hand.

“Um. I'm… dirty.” 

“I know, lad. I just pulled you out with this hand. Don't sweat it.” He enveloped the little man's hand, trying not to crush him as he shook it. “Me and Asim are ordering some food. Let's take a shower, then you can join us.” The little man still seemed like he was on a different plane of existence. Asim half-propelled, half-carried him off, the little man stumbling in front of him. Kingsley stretched as he entered the bathroom behind them, ruffling a slimy little head of hair. “Still shellshocked? You'll be alright. No harm done.”

“Well, I was - inside a person. Inside Asim.” Asim crouched down and gave him another hug.

“I know, buddy. Really sorry. You were doing such a good job, and I just didn't stop you when I should have. You would have come out eventually, it just might have been… dirty.” The little man blinked. 

“You weren't kidding when you said I would need a change of clothes.”

“No, buddy. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Then I want the two of you to get to know each other.”

Up the Creek #2 / #3

Putting both in one because chapter #2 doesn't have that much action. First everyone showers off the results of the afternoon. The next morning, Dale once more tries his luck - and this time, Kingsley is only there to enable him.

Kingsley reached for the soap, watching the scene in front of him. An overprotective Asim was an entertaining thing to watch. He had Dale penned between massive calves, bulk casting a shadow over the tiny form beneath him. The only water reaching Dale was runoff. Kingsley watched as the little man made a step towards freedom. A massive foot planted in front of him, nudging him back into confinement. A little complaint, inaudible over the running water. Asim scratched his hairy balls.

“I should've taken a leak before I got in.” The big man was barely paying attention. Kingsley knew what was going to happen now. He looked down, grinning as the little man looked up in fear. Asim relaxed his bladder with a yawn, spraying the little man with piss.

“Finally giving him a proper shower, are you?” Asim reached down absent-mindedly to stop his prisoner from escaping, scrubbing a hairy pit with his other hand.

“Yeah. Daley likes it. Right, buddy?” The little man opened his mouth to say something. Asim adjusted his aim, the stream filling up a small mouth. Little splutters. Asim finally finished emptying his bladder and stretched, shaking himself off. A sign of a scowl beneath him.

“He needs to be clean sooner or later, love.” Asim finally squatted down to pay the little man some attention

“I know. He’s just so - teasable. Come here, buddy.” He gave the little man a hug. Kingsley snorted.

“Pass him here. You wanted us to get to know each other.” Kingsley sat on the shower floor, lifting the little man into his lap. Soap first. Then shampoo and conditioner. Dale was an obedient little thing. Probably still shellshocked from his earlier ordeal. Asim stepped out next to them. Once Kingsley was done, he trapped the little man in a quick headlock and opened the shower door. Asim pounced. Dale disappeared beneath a towel. Kingsley stretched as he stepped out behind them. Asim looked up, tucking a wriggling bundle of fabric under his arm. 

“Looking good, babe.”

“Focus on the lad.” Asim gave the bundle an affectionate squeeze.

“My bad.” He sat down. The bundle went between his legs. He scrubbed the little man down playfully. Small, ineffective struggles. Finally, everyone was dry. Dale’s hair was a mess after Asim had scrubbed him down. Kingsley ran his hands under the tap, snagging him as he went for the door, working some kind of order back into his hair. He shook off his hands. Asim was happy. The little man looked like he was beginning to work out what planet he was on again.  Everything was in order.

“Everyone ready to order some food?”

“I’ll get it. Same as usual, right?”

“Aye. You want anything in particular, lad?” Confused little stare. “Not quite together yet. He won’t eat much. Just the usual.” Asim bounded off. Apparently, Kingsley was on petsitting duty now. He led Dale down the stairs and into the living room. It was hard to work out the limits of his shyness. Around little men, Asim had a talent for exposing submission. He was cute, though, now that most of Asim's filth had been washed off. Plenty of people would have run away screaming by now, so he was either relatively relaxed or his attraction had shut down any complaints. That was enough for Kingsley. 

“You still smell of ass, lad.” A little grimace.

“Blame Asim.”

“You do speak after all.” He set the little man up on the sofa with a shot glass of water he could barely lift, grabbing a coke for Asim. Soon, Asim was back. Kingsley lifted the little man’s glass safely out of the way as he bounced towards them. Just in time. Asim lifted the little man one-handed, dumping him in his lap.

“I have your spare clothes, buddy.” Another pair of trousers. Kingsley raised an eyebrow.

“Jeans, lad? Do you just want a blanket?”

“No, these are good.” Asim produced a t-shirt as well. Definitely not the little man’s. Small hands picked it up, brow furrowing, the fabric unfolding over his legs and down the front of the sofa. Asim took it from him and pulled it over his head. The struggling was stronger now. Futile, of course, but at least he had some personality back. Kingsley grinned and gave his little shoulder a poke.

“So. Your name is Dale. You work in IT.” The little man looked up. An owlish blink.

“Uh - yes. A systems administrator. You work in cybersecurity, right?”

“That I do. But I met this big oaf when I was a personal trainer.” He fixed Dale in his gaze. “Enough small talk. What’s your intention with my husband?” Asim glared at him.

“Uh - sex, I suppose? Respectfully. We get along. He’s a friend as well as a hookup.” Kingsley snorted.

“What about with me?” A small head cocked.

“I think that’s up to you as much as me.”

“Humour me. Go into detail.” Little eyes looked him up and down. Surprisingly bold.

“You’re attractive. I think you know that. I don’t know you that well, but I would like to see if the attraction is mutual. And - well - Asim is your husband, not mine. That makes it important for me to know your boundaries.”

“Hmm.” He watched as Asim wrangled the little man more firmly into his arms, bulky biceps enveloping his head.“Let’s see what happens. I wouldn’t have invited you to stay if I wasn’t interested.” Asim scowled at him, a small hand tapping weakly at his beefy forearm.

“Are you done bullying him?”

“You’re one flex from a sleeper hold.”

“This is a cuddle. I'm being gentle.” The doorbell rang. “I'll get it.” Kingsley chuckled as Asim dumped the little man in his lap. Small arms shook themselves, and then he looked up. A hint of fire. Kingsley growled at him, tweaking his ear. Hands batted at his fingers and he twisted an arm gently behind Dale's back. Asim came back in, dumping a bag on the coffee table. He pulled it open and spread out the contents. Plastic cutlery and a couple of boxes landed in front of Kingsley. Then Asim sat down and lifted Dale back up. A little yawn. Asim handed the little man a slice of garlic bread. “Don’t sleep yet, buddy. You must be hungry.” He set a container in Dale’s lap. Probably a week's food at that size. Kingsley swiped it.

“How much do you think that little runt can eat?” A rebellious frown from Dale. Kingsley raised an eyebrow and the little man looked back down. Asim laid a reassuring hand over Dale’s torso.

“Just a few bites. He needs his energy back.” A miniature elbow bounced off Asim’s belly.

“I am right here, you know. You can talk to me directly.” Asim ruffled his hair.

“Feisty now, are we? Shh. Eat a bit more, then you can sleep.” There was a moment when it looked like Dale had something else to say, then he gave up. His eyes were already beginning to close. Kingsley reached for Asim's hand, squeezed it, and dug back in. It was nice. His husband leaned into his side. The little man beneath them drifted slowly off, a small hand still on Kingsley’s thigh. Kingsley gave it a gentle tap. Tiny palm, little fingers. He looked down properly. Already comatose. Kingsley leaned into Asim's shoulder, tickling the little man's chin.

“He's cute. I like him.”

“Right? So you don’t mind if we keep him?” Kingsley flicked Asim’s forehead.

“Slow down. He can come to bed with us today, for starters. Let's see how it goes.” A sheepish grin.

“Okay. Thanks for fishing him out earlier. I was worried.”

“I’m just glad it wasn't anything too serious. I thought something had happened when you came running down the stairs.” Something crossed his mind. “Why were your briefs back on already if you wanted me to fish him out?”

“Well, I - I figured he would be fine. You’re not always back early, and he was on a timer before he got too deep. I figured I might as well start getting dressed.” Kingsley grinned.

“Poor little guy. What is he, a toy? You were just going to leave him up there?”

“I didn't have a choice! You know this. If something's too deep, I just have to relax and let it work its own way out. Even if the something is a someone.” Kingsley chuckled.

“You’re an asshole.”

“He likes it. You'll be just as bad soon. He's the perfect size for just - you know. Messing around.” Kingsley looked down. In his sleep, Dale was calm. Utterly oblivious to Asim's plans.

“Messing around, huh?”

“In a friendly way. I want him to have fun too.”

“Give him to me for a minute.” Asim lifted up Dale’s unconscious form, handing him over. Kingsley held Dale up in front of him. He really was cute. A little scaled-down Adonis. He stirred.

“Babe! You woke him up!” Kingsley wrapped him up in his arms.

“He'll be fine. Go back to sleep, lad.” He put a tiny face in his pit before the little man could open his eyes. Tiny struggles. He chuckled. It didn't take the little man long to pass back out, still tenting in his jeans. Asim gave him a look.

“That was kind of hot.”

“Mhmm. He needed sleep.” Asim sniffed.

“Now he smells of pits as well as ass. Do you think he even knew he was awake?”

“Probably just thought it was a wet dream. All he should've got was darkness and stink before he was back under. Strip him and put him to bed, would you? Then we can have some full-size fun.” A salute. Asim scooped the little man up. Kingsley leaned back and watched him walk out.

Chapter #3

When Kingsley woke up, Dale was up to his bicep in Asim's hairy arse, getting deeper by the moment. He looked up desperately. A slurping noise, then he went a little deeper. No amount of struggling could rescue him at that size.

“Asim persuaded you to wake him up with some play, huh?” A nod. “Then you went too deep and discovered that he can sleep through just about anything?”

“Help, please.” Kingsley sat down next to him.

“Well, lad. I could. If you want me to, I’ll do it. But I've got a counteroffer. I want to get my rocks off. I got some toys here. I want you to hang on to this chain and take a quick spelunking session. Everyone will end up with what they want.” He watched as the little man braced against the pull of Asim's insides. A wet slurp. Dale pulled out a couple of inches, then got sucked in twice as far.“Keep in mind, though. If you lose your grip, I'm not rescuing you this time. It's all on you. I'll let Asim know you're inside him so he knows to keep an eye out, but that's it.” Common sense was a powerful force. Libido was stronger. Kingsley smirked as he watched the little man mull it over.

“That sounds fun.”

“Yeah it does.” The little man’s shoulder disappeared into the depths, swallowed between massive glutes.

“But I still need help for now, please.” Kingsley took pity on him. He wrapped his hand beneath the little man's armpit to stop the advance.

“Let's see you put some muscle into it, lad. Pull yourself out.” Small muscles tightened. Kingsley watched the little man's back tense up. Not very effective. He lent more power, grinning as Asim's walls tightened around a tiny arm. A mumbled complaint, even as he slept. A slow, wet squelch. Dale pulled out his arm and hopped back. He shook off his hand, wincing as something unpleasant oozed over his fingers. “Not enjoying yourself?”

“I did actively volunteer for this. I can't really complain about the general filth.”

“Correct.” Kingsley reached for the bedside table. In the bottom drawer was a thick chain. Massive to the little man, a flared toy at the end with a handhold for Kingsley. The little man examined it. “Plenty of handholds, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Let's get you lubed up. Boxers off. Even if you make it out, they won’t.” He shook the bottle and held it over the little man’s head. A grumble. Small arms shielded Dale's eyes. Kingsley squeezed, watching lube ooze over the little form. He set it aside and started rubbing it over the man's torso. A shiver. “Cold?”

“Yeah.”

“You're going somewhere warm, lad. Stick it out for me.” The chain was next. Plenty of lube. Better safe than sorry.

“I do want to be able to hold on, you know.”

“Uh huh.” The little man was studying his expression. Kingsley stared down openly. He wasn't trying to hide his intentions.

“You don’t think I'm making it out anytime soon, do you?”

“I know you won't, lad.”

“I think I can prove you wrong.”

“Be my guest.” He gave the little man his chain. Little arms grabbed on. Kingsley lifted it up, looking down at Asim's spread-out form. Bulk and muscle and thick black hair. He spread massive cheeks one-handed, dangling the little man above his new home. He landed the first link on Asim's hole, poking it in. Still plenty loose enough. A couple more links and Asim took over. He let massive cheeks close over the chain. Wet, muted squelching as metal started to disappear. The little man wasn't high up. His feet were already in the dark crevice, Asim's hair curling around his ankles. “Here we go, lad.”

“Hang on.” Kingsley pulled the chain taut. Dale looked up at him, hanging on for dear life, sudden worry on his face. “This is not the cleverest thing I've ever volunteered for, is it?” Kingsley poked his little stomach.

“You know you're not going to get hurt.”

“Yeah. Uh. What about getting lost?”

“Isn't that the fun of it?” The bob of a tiny Adam’s apple. The little man nodded. Kingsley relaxed his hold. Dale winced as fat arsecheeks moulded around his form, sweat and lube rubbing over him. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Uh. Wet. Warm.” The little man rubbed his nose. “And he kind of stinks.”

“Yeah he does. That's a proper man's smell.”

“I'm a proper - eughh.” He batted a coil of sweaty hair away from his mouth. “Fuck. Why is there so much suction?” He disappeared between greasy curls. Kingsley snorted, pulling Asim's cheeks apart again. There he was. Little feet had already disappeared inside. Dale looked up. Fear. Thrill. Humiliation, red across his cheeks. Kingsley blew on him as he opened his mouth, Asim's hole clenching beneath him, dragging in his calves. “That’s enough, lad. Just let it take you now.” Asim's hole took its time. Link after link slid wetly inside. Slowly, hungrily, the abyss swallowed Dale down. Kingsley watched, feeling himself up through his pyjamas. The little man looked up as his thighs slid in. Kingsley raised an eyebrow.

“Jesus. I’m fucking stupid.” A big squelch. His torso was gone. Kingsley grinned.

“See you later, lad.” Kingsley made the last move, placing a hand on a tiny head and pushing gently in. Asim's hole swallowed greedily. Gentle, warm suction around his finger. He went in a little more until he was up to the knuckle. There was still a small head beneath the pad of his finger. He withdrew the finger, watching for a moment. The idle release of gas around the chain. Asim let out a happy exhale in his sleep. He winced as it hit his nose. He pulled the chain out a little, then stopped. A little more. A glimpse of a tiny head. Out came Dale, piece by piece. Filthy. He spat something out, then looked up, beaming. 

“You did get me out!” Kingsley let the chain go slack. “Oh - fuck.” Then he was gone again. Kingsley toyed with him lazily. In and out, the chains gleaming with unmentionable fluids. Dale’s energy wouldn't last forever. The stench, and the suction, the slippery flesh around him. It was all getting too much for him. Enthusiasm turned sluggish. Finally, he pulled the chain out for the last time. Link by link, slimy, soiled, and with no passenger hanging on. Kingsley ran it over his hands, feeling the warmth of Asim's insides on the metal. Asim's arse was still a glorious thing to watch in action. The casual release of musk. Kingsley reached for some lube. He pulled off his boxers and yawned. He laid down over Asim's body, comparing the bulk of their bodies. Muscle on muscle, heft on heft. A good match. A far cry from the little man lost somewhere in Asim's plumbing. He thrust in lazily. Loose, sloppy hole. It felt good. Familiar. Finally, a sleepy stir. Asim breathed out and pushed back. A rough murmur.

“Feels good.”

“Mhmm.” Kingsley pressed his lips against Asim's neck. It was a comfortable fuck. Just the steady movements of his hips. He shifted his bulk slowly, Asim grinding against the sheets beneath them.

“Didn't we have a little man in bed with us?”

“Aye. He's gone spelunking.”

“Mmm.” A moment of stillness, then Asim chuckled as he registered the sentence.

“Where?”

“Where do you think, love?” Kingsley gave his ass a lazy smack.

“Did I sleep through it?”

“You did.” A yawn.

“I'll have to put him back up there again later, then. I want to feel it. He was happy about it, right?”

“Of course he was. What sort of arsehole do you think I am?”

“You know that's not what I meant.” Kingsley burrowed his head into the back of Asim's hair.

“I know. He was happy.” Kingsley wrapped his hand around Asim's, closing his eyes as warmth built beneath him. It was a pleasant orgasm. Warm and affectionate. He laid down with a yawn, feeling powerful muscles shift beneath him.

“You gonna come back to sleep for a few more minutes, babe?”

“Just a couple. Breakfast soon.” He lay there a little longer, feeling the early morning sunlight warm his back as it filtered around the curtains. Finally, he got up and pulled out. A flow of his come onto the sheets. It was a problem for later. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Time for some food, then. I'm gonna use up some bacon. You want orange juice as usual?”

“Yeah. And - well. Coffee, please.”

“You don't usually have coffee.” A guilty shuffle. Asim rolled over and scratched his belly. Kingsley chuckled. “You’re a sadist sometimes, love. Go on then. I still need to wake up. I'll put a proper pot on.”

A Wedding Meal

Today was the big day, Sue and Reed were finally going to marry! The ceremony will begin in an hour or two, but before that Reed, after being asked by his soon to be wife, checked if everything was alright, and to go looking for Johnny who was still missing. 

Reed Richard checked a couple of rooms making sure all the last preparatifs were in place. Still looking for his future brother-in-law, he opened a door, far away from the wedding hall, and was surprised to see a naked Johnny Storm covering his private parts with a pillow he had within reach. ''Oh shit!'' swears Johnny, when he sees the bearded man. 

This was a really awkward moment. ''What the hell are you doing? And where is your suit? Sue is looking for you, you know.'' ''I know I'm late. I'm really sorry. As for the suit, well… I kind of burned it…'' The blond smiles awkwardly. The genius rolled his eyes, he knew the young man very well. ''You've been to the motocross race, haven't you… On the day of your sister's wedding.'' Reed gives him a disapproving look. ''Yeah… I've been. You know me, I couldn't help it… But please don't tell her. She would be so mad at me.'' Reed sighs. ''I won't tell her, I wouldn't want her to get anymore stress on this, already stressing day.'' ''Thank you, you're the best! I could kiss you, if we weren't in this uncomfortable situation.'' He smiles stupidly. ''Yeah, keep it for yourself. Hurry and put on a suit, and prepare the wedding rings, the ceremony is beginning soon.'' He's throwing underwear that he always keeps with him, in case Johnny gets another of his 'burning' accidents, to Johnny, which the boy puts on immediately. ''Oh, Uhm… About that…'' Johnny doesn't know how to say it without pissing the man even more. ''... I kinda… lost them…'' An awkward smile on the face. ''You what!?'' That was the drop too much. ''I lost the rings…'' It was the first time Johnny felt so small in front of the anger of the Reed ''You can't be serious!'' Reed was tired of the boy's irresponsible behavior. '' you know what. You're making me stress out. And you should pay for it.'' And with those words he's using his power's to stretch his arm around the blond, keeping him attached and unable to run from what is about to come. ''Reed, What are you doing?'' Ask the troublemaker, as he's trying to get free. 

Reed unbuttoned the pants of his suit, making it and underwear fall to the ground. ''Reed?'' Panics the blond, as he doesn't know what's happening. The bearded man uses his powers to bring the boy closer to his hairy ass. ''Reed, what are you doing? I don't like it!'' But Reed doesn't care if he likes it or not. The boy was getting on his nerves. It was the most important day of his life and he couldn't take it seriously. So now Richard needs a filling meal up his ass to relax himself on this stressful day, and what better meal than a hot, beefy mess like Johnny.

And so Mister Fantastic pushes his hairy ass against Johnny's face, making it enter without much trouble. He hears some muffled screams of the boy, which makes him enjoy it even more. He kept pushing, despite the blond's struggles, and with the help of his stretching abilities was able to make the large shoulders enter his hole. Reed moans as his ass is stretched so wide. When he gets the huge pecs inside as well, he lets go of Johnny. He was deep enough now, he won't be able to escape. 

Johnny's halfway up his ass now. But looking at the clock he sees that the ceremony starts in less than an half hour, so he has to speed things up. He pushes harder to get Johnny's ass inside as well, till there's only a pair of wiggling legs left. Which he gets up his ass in seconds, moaning hard for each inch that enters. And with a last push, Johnny's feet disappear between Reed's hairy cheeks. After which Richard let go a huge fart.

“PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”

Reed gets his breath back. Thanks to Johnny, he felt so full, and got his confidence back. That's what the brat deserves for losing the rings. But it doesn't really matter. He expected Johnny to lose those and had planned some spare ones. Richard is the smartest man alive after all. He feels the blond fighting against the walls inside, as he's being digested in the pool of acid. Luckily for him, thanks to his powers, he could reduce his swollen gut and replace it with his hairy six-packs. Meaning he could digest Johnny, without anyone noticing it, at the cost of Johnny being squeezed even more between the walls. Which will inevitably break him into pieces. He then puts his underwear and pants back on and hurries to the hall of the ceremony, arriving just in time to marry his beloved wife. Who was angry that his brother wasn't present, but quickly forgot it as she's kissing the man of her life. Completely oblivious that her brother is digesting in the said man's stomach.

The Superhero Hunt, Part 2: An Archer Up The Ass

(Request by @vorepred223311 )

After having emptied yourself of the remains of the young spider vigilante. You put your pants back on and get up, leaving the dark street with Spider-man's red and blue suit covered with his remains sprayed on the ground.

Spider-man was so delicious, much better than your daily meals! He made you want to taste more superheroes! Lucky for you, you knew where to find one.

You arrive in front of the building where your apartment is located. Except you don't go home, but instead you go to the apartment two floors above yours. You stop at the front door which, as you expected, is open as always. You open the door even more, deliberately not to be noticed, even if it probably wouldn't matter. You were surprised at what you saw. Hawkeye is in his apartment as expected, but he was asleep, lying on the couch, wearing just a black underwear with a slightly rounded belly. Next to it a skull and bones spread out on the floor next to some clothing. It looks like the archer, pleasured himself.

But who cares, you're here to eat! You approach the couch and place yourself where Hawkeye's head lies, who is still sleeping deeply. You pull down your pants and turn around, bringing your buttocks close to the blond man's face. You start to press yourself, sitting on the face, sliding the hero's head between your big buttocks until it finally penetrates your hole. You moan, at this incredible sensation. 

You continue, until you get his shoulders in, followed by his pecs and abs. You're amazed at the hero's heavy sleep, he still hasn't woken up, good for you, you're having an easy meal! Well, even if he had woken up, it's not like he would have escaped your fat ass!

A few moans later and your belly had swollen greatly because of the hero inside and outside there was only a pair of feet left, which you finally pushed in with the help of your hand. And there you have it, you completely swallowed Hawkeye! And he is so delicious!

You sit down and take his place and rub your belly. He tasted amazingly, you don't know if you'll ever be able to get back to the standard meal again, you only want heroes now! 

You almost fell asleep before you start to feel some movements coming from the inside. The hero had finally woken up, and didn't understand the situation and started to panic. By reflex he struggles, punching the wall, but it's useless, all it causes is you moaning even more. He can fight the best he can, Hawkeye's destined to be digested and to add a layer of fat on your already fat ass!

A Problem For The Team

(Request By @vorepred223311 )

This civil war was pointless. Tony doesn't realize it, he is convinced he is right, as always... He is ready to put in jail his own friends who don't agree with him, while he was the one to blame for what happened in Sokovia. And now he wants to kill Bucky for the deaths of his parents, despite Steve trying to convince him he was controlled. Tony doesn't see it, but he is leading the Avengers to their doom. But this has gone to far. It's time to end this ridiculous mess. 

The two superheroes are fighting in the middle of this lost base in Siberia, both exhausted, but it's not enough to stop them. Captain, with some difficulty, finally manages to take down Iron Man. Lying on the ground, Tony Stark struggles to get up, but no time, Steve sits on him, one leg on each side of the man in armor. The blond man gives a punch and takes off the helmet, already well damaged during the fight. And he followed with a shield blow in the middle of the arc reactor, making Iron Man's armor totally unfunctional. 

''What now? Are you going to give me a lecture on how wrong I am and how right you are?'' Asks the genius with an annoyed look. ''No, I think you've become unrecoverable... You leave me no choice…'' Tony is a little terrified of what Steve is preparing for him, knowing that with his armor deactivated, he would be unable to defend himself. 

It is then that Captain, who keeps Stark with a strong grip on the ground, unbuttoned his pants and lowered them as well as his underwear, revealing his big American Cock. ''Uhm Steve? What are you doing?'' Asks a panicking Tony Stark, who tries as much as he can to struggle but it's useless, the Captain is much stronger than him. Steve doesn't bother to answer, things will become much clearer in the moment. He turns around, revealing America's ass, the same ass that used to give Tony a hard-on and that he only wanted to fuck, but now that same ass terrifies him. 

''You're so convinced that you're right that you don't even realize that you're leading the Avengers to their doom, you've become a problem to the team. And as the leader of the Avengers, I intend to put an end to it!'' ''Wait! Steve! Don't do it!'' And with that, the Captain sat down on the genius's face, despite the playboy's prayers. Tony's face is squeezed between two powerful buttocks. He feels the muscular forces that make him slide towards Steve's asshole, and towards an inevitable death. 

He tries as best he can to free himself from Steve's grip, but useless, the man is determined to shove his ex-ally up his hole. Rogers uses his weight on Tony's face to get it inside and so it does. Steve moaned as his hole was stretched by the playboys head. Meanwhile the said playboy is still fighting to get free, but it only makes it easier for Captain America to shove him inside. Eventually the armored shoulders get sucked through the hole as well. It's a rather weird feeling for Steve, he's not used to shove meals with armors on up his ass, but he can work with it. 

He's pushing his meal even deeper and gets the chest followed by the stomach inside. Cap has to admit, he's enjoying every second of it. On his side, Tony Stark doesn't give up and keeps struggling between the tight walls of Steve's intestines. His armor is getting compressed all around him. Making it hard for him to breathe.

Steve gets back on his feet, he makes sure for his meal's feet to also stand on the ground. And when done he starts to lower his ass again. Making it easier for his meal to slide up his ass. Like that he gets Iron Man's ass inside. Even with the armor on, it was far from his own huge ass. But he enjoyed them nonetheless. The legs slided inside with ease. Cap keeps lowering himself, until his ass finally hits the ground and that Starks armored feet slide past his pink hole. Cap gives a last big moan. 

''The team will only live, better with you gone, Tony.'' Steve says as he slaps his ass that just processed a human through it. He puts his pants back on and goes to see if Bucky's alright. The unconscious eventually finds his consciousness back. He is pleased to see his friend, but soons questions where Stark went. For which Steve just answers and sends him where he belonged. Followed by a huge fart. 

“PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!”

Bucky pinches his nose because of the disgusting smell. Steve only laughs at it before helping his friend get back up and leave the compound behind. While they're heading home, Steve can't stop but wonder how he will process the armor? He will get the answer later that day, when he shat the remains of the armor through the toilets, the man inside was long digested. After admiring the fat the man added through a mirror, Steve smiles to himself as he puts his suit back on. Looks like Tony Stark would be more useful as a layer of fat on America's ass!

The Superhero Hunt, Part 4: An Assassin To Go With The Night

(Resquested by @vorepred223311)

After your good nap, you go to the bathroom to empty yourself of the remains of your evening dinner. It took so long to digest giant man considering its size. But even that didn't save him from your hungry stomach. You spend a good half hour dropping huge logs into the toilets untill it overflowed.

After that you get dressed and finally leave the archer's apartment, and go outside. It's late into the night. You step out into the dark of the night heading to a well known place where you know you'll get some filling hero meat, the Avengers Tower. 

As you walk you begin to hear people talking followed by someone screaming. It seems like people are fighting. You head towards the noise to see who it is. To your surprise and appetite, you see the Winter Soldier, Captain America's childhood friend, taking down a bunch of criminals. Looks like you just found your next snack! You drooled by only looking at the buffed physique that's fighting. You can't wait to shove it up your ass. 

After the hero has knocked out the last criminal, causing them to fall unconscious to the ground, you decide to take action. As he sees you walking towards him, his first reaction is to defend himself. But as he sees you're not wielding any weapons, he quickly changes his mind, thinking now that you're probably a citizen in need of help…What a mistake he's making.

When you finally arrive next to him, he asks you if everything is alright and if you need any help. You just give a mischievous smile before pushing him onto the ground, and once his body hits the ground you use your heavy weight, that you gain from the digestion of your previous meals, to keep him in place. The Winter Soldier tries to get up, wanting to use his robotic arms, but you make sure he doesn't. 

Not waiting anymore time you take off your pants and sit on his face, the man screams in disgust. You smelled horribly there, since you evacuated the remains of Ant-man. Using more of your weight you eventually get his head through your hole. You moaned at the feeling. you kept pushing till you got his shoulders inside as well. 

When done, you get up onto your legs, your hole has the grip on him, he won't be able to escape anymore. The soldier is your food now. Your muscles keep flexing around the morsel of beef, shoving it deeper and deeper up your ass. They are sliding past your pink hole, as if you're giving a big moan. The man was buffed, you could really feel the difference with a normal man and a supersoldier.

Sometimes later, you've swallowed most of the soldier. Only a pair of wiggling feet is all that's left of the man on the outside world. But you don't waste any more time, you're hungry for some hero after all. And with a final flex, your hole closes behind the wiggling toes. As you feel the whole man inside you're moaning even harder. It feels so good! You give your ass a slap, eager to digest this piece of meal. But as you planned to leave the alley, you heard a voice looking for someone. ''Bucky?'' You looked to where the voice was coming from and you smiled at the known silhouette of the Falcon, Captain America's sidekick. You just had a filling meal, but you still have room for another one!