jaspare-vore76: I had just turned my back for a minute, and my dinner was out the door, and running
jaspare-vore76: I had just turned my back for a minute, and my dinner was out the door, and running across the lobby. Fortunately, there was no one around at the time, and, I knew the surveillance cameras were down. (Can’t have evidence of guys coming to my apartment, and never leaving). Anyway I caught him a few yards into the lobby. As I carried him back to my apartment, he was crying and pleading with me to let him go. I got him back to my bedroom, and sat him back on his feet, making sure I still had at least one hand on him. With this extra exertion, plus the amount of time that had gone by since my last meal, I was too hungry to take the time to remove his clothes. He was still pleading for me to let him go, along with all the promises they always made, in the attempt stay outside of my belly. I’d heard them all.I turned him around to face me. Knocking his hat off, I told him, “Oh, I’ll let you go alright. Right down my throat! With that, I tilted his head forward and pushed my mouth over the crown of his head. I quickly shoved the rest of his head completely into my mouth. Then I paused long enough to taste him thoroughly over his hair and face. This was the only part of him I would be able to taste, because of his clothes. The taste of sweat produced by fear and exertion, was amazing. I was already regretting not stripping him down. But I was extremely hungry, and had to get him inside of me. I started swallowing him as fast as I could. When I felt a pack of cigarettes on my tongue through his shirt pocket, I realized that, in my haste, I hadn’t checked his pockets. That could be potentially dangerous. So, I paused again to check his pockets that still remained outside of my mouth. This took some time, as, his forearms and, legs were flailing around wildly. He wasn’t going quietly! I found his phone, and a lighter. He had no wallet. It occurred to me, I didn’t even know his name. Not that it mattered. I started swallowing again, I didn’t see any use in prolonging the process, I couldn’t taste him anyway. So, I tilted my head up and used gravity and my hands to rapidly stuff the rest of him down my throat. I sat back, feeling him thrash and struggle in my stomach. From the outside, you couldn’t tell I had just swallowed a man who was a little larger than I was. That was a blessing. Some preds would be laid up for hours or days, waiting for their meal to digest. Me, I could immediately go about my business, with no one the wiser. Which brought me back to this disappointing, mostly flavorless meal. I still had more than enough room for more. So, I gave a long belch, and emptied my stomach of excess air. After a few seconds of renewed struggling, the man inside of me passed out, and started digesting. Grabbing my jacket and keys, I headed out the door, to find some dessert that wouldn’t mind stripping first… -- source link