Predator on Campus
(M/M Sex, FS, Cock Vore, Anal Vore, Oral Vore, Pec Vore, Weight-Gain, Muscles/Fat Worship, Hyper, BIG Pred, Jocks, Frat-Boys)
Some predators only really develop their hunger once they hit the college scene. Others just find their already huge appetite blown out of control. Right along with their guts, balls… and asses.
Eyes firmly shut and wide mouth gapin’, T-Bone let out a deep and horny groan. The lewd sound rumbling through his broad beer-barrel of chest, the very air, and even the floor beneath his huge feet.
The hefty, beefy frat-jock grinding his wide, sturdy hips forward. Making the soft, brawny spheres of his titanic bubble-ass bounce and ripple like waves on a vast lake. Both of ‘em bigger than most other men’s entire heads, while having an overabundance of juicy brawn fattening and weighing ‘em down. Just above that curvaceous and powerful ass – bouncing in time with his needful movements – was a hefty and bulging set of love-handles. So thick and heavy, that they sagged a good few inches over the waistband of anything he wore. Both would be impressive on a man half his size and build, but T-Bone’s sheer bulk just made ‘em even bigger.
His blown-up and hulking proportions makin’ every bulge a right thick and massive chunk of man-beef.
From that rearward side, movin’ to the front of the giant jock, a soft and pudgy bulge of muscle-gut dominated T-Bone’s belly. Though his gut was fairly modest given his vast frame, the pudge was undeniable. T-Bone could see what was growin’ on him – all across him, in fact. The fatty pudge was distributed well enough he supposed. If perhaps, a lot was settling in that fat bubble ass of his first. Just makin’ it all the bigger, wider, and jigglier.
Noisy rumblin’ and excited thrustin’ makin’ all of T-Bone’s developing fat jiggle plenty across his broad and towering frame. Muscular trunks of arms currently crooked up against the shaved sides of his blocky head. Massive and bulging biceps on either side, each bigger than even T-Bone’s wide mallet of a skull. Both huge and strong hands shoved against the low ceiling to brace him. Hell, he was practically resting his elbows on the – to him, anyway – low-ceiling. Even then, the hulking jock could barely keep to his broad slabs o’ feet. All that pleasure rolling through his expansive hips and loins. Meaty toes curling and flexing below. Rocking back and forth on his heels to add even more movement on top of that constant, reckless humping of his.
Makin’ the very ground shake and rumble. Two floors down, one floor up, and most of that entire floor able to hear his constant bestial grunting.
A variety of wet, sloppy noises accompanying every thrust made. T-Bone opening his deep brown eyes and looking down past his sagging, enormous man-tits. The sight greeting him getting the beefy frat-boy to groan all the louder.
A pair of toned, lean legs were sticking straight out of his gaping cock-slit. Stretched more than a full-foot wide around the rest of that whole boy. Taken wailing head first, and now buried waist deep and stretching his naturally monster-sized shaft even more hugely. Fat glands, already the size and shape of a helmet, swollen fatly and throbbing with need around those toned and muscly thighs. Piss-slit gaping wide each time to swallow ‘em up. Keepin’ to a well-set rhythm of gape, pull and slurp, its lips instinctively tugged at their squirming meal. Thick and steaming cum drooling out and around T-Bone’s cock prey. Lubing all that boyish meat up well and good, but far past the point of excessive. A veritable puddle having formed beneath the fat and drooling column that was his cock.
T-Bone’s vast shaft distended and engorged with the wiggling form of a whole young man within it. Nothing distinct to be made of ‘em, but plenty of bumps and bulges came from the boy’s terrified struggles. Small feet still desperately kicking in the air as he tried so uselessly to escape.
Listen hard enough, and ya could hear the boy’s muffled shouts. Still coming from within T-Bone’s monster shaft. Crying for help or begging for mercy, between gurglin’ on thick, thick cum. Either way, neither would never come, but very soon, it’d be comin’ from within T-Bone’s swollen ball sac next.
The boy was a soccer player, named Dan – or maybe it was Danny. Didn’t matter to T-Bone anymore. He was just a lump of live and wailing ball batter, now. Silly lil’ prey bitch had even invited the huge and predatory jock over to his dorm room.
Wasn’t like he hadn’t just watched T-Bone gobble down two whole big and burly man-cattle back in the chow hall, like they were nothin’. Had been moments away from divin’ back into line to get a real order of man-beef, when lil’ Danny had approached him. Obviously infatuated with the giant, hulking jock from the moment he’d laid eyes on T-Bone. Not even remotely worried about what the bigger man may decide to do to him.
Not even after T-Bone left those two slabs of man-beef clogging up the dorm’s public restroom down the hall.
The boy had been thinking they’d just have some simple sex. Give T-Bone a hand-job with his entire slim body? Maybe a little playful sounding with either his arms or legs? Completely ignoring all the obvious signs, poor Danny was now just a meal for Big T-Bone’s overgrown and ever hungering loins.
Just his cock-food, now.
The giant jock throwing his head back to let out a particularly lustful moan. Dan’s head and shoulders had sunk in deep enough now. His thrashing bod having now come into direct contact with the giant’s prostate. Sending a rolling spasm through T-Bone’s beefy frame. Gluttonous and lustful instincts takin’ fully over. With just a hard flex of his powerful hips and loins, T-Bone raised his entire column of cock shaft up high. No hands needed at all to angle up his monstrous manhood’s vast spear.
Havin’ now added gravity to the whole consumption process. Within a few more lazy ‘gulps,’ T-Bone’s monstrous cock had swallowed up his prey down to the ankles. Dan’s little size-10 feet held briefly there, tensed in terror. Smaller than even the wide and fat glands of T-Bone’s cock. His right nut steadily growing fatter and heavier with Dan’s struggling form. The leathery, hairless flesh stretching to contain his modest 150-pounds of lean muscle. Dangling more and more down past T-Bone’s burly knees.
His left nut already hanging fat and low – well past that point of measure. Long glutted on the form of a now still and digesting prior cock-bitch of his.
Never caught even a hint of that one’s name. The kid had been hanging out in Danny’s room, and was most likely his dorm-mate. Apparently, waiting to meet both the boy and his new big fuck-buddy.
That prey-bitch had expired minutes ago – seeing as T-Bone had volunteered him to go first. Hardly done stripping off his own clothes, the hulking giant of a jock had promptly slid his massive cock over the swimmer’s long, streamlined legs. Then, had just let his loins pull in the rest of the 6’1 and 175-pound boy on in.
Danny held tight to his immense chest all the while. Watching in terror as his friend was consumed by T-Bone’s loins in hardly a minute.
Ultimately, the smaller boy had only lasted longer cause of the giant jock taking his time with him. From the rising roar of gurglin’ and all the gooier sloshin’, that slim and toned swimmer had already been churned into more cum. Probably melted down to mere bones, already.
Wouldn’t take long for the other one, either. T-Bone’s balls were utterly monstrous in their ravenous needs, and slim boys didn’t last long once alone with them.
And yet, T-Bone just loved shovin’ those smaller, weaker kinds of prey down his manhood. Literally, devouring them with his own masculinity. The hulking frat-jock grinned at his own strength and manliness. His cock havin’ utterly dominated not one, but two whole boys all on its own.
Dan’s toes havin’ finally slipped past his cock’s swollen ‘lips’ and into the bigger, hungrier frat-boy’s shaft fully. Was like a switch got instantly flipped to ‘greedy,’ as T-Bone’s entire great length and girth of cock started to spasm with even more forceful swallows.
T-Bone shuddering along with them, until all that boy was fully claimed. His shaft gave one more hard flex, and then all those wigglin’ lumps were gone.
Almost as if in self-satisfaction, his whole shaft untensed and flopped down. No longer working to swallow down a whole boy, it was free to sag underneath its own colossal weight. Thick ropes of pre drooling from T-Bone’s still wide, pulsing piss-slit. Seemingly done and exhausted, but T-Bone knew better.
Landing fully inside with a loud, gooey splash, Dan was fully entrapped within the huge frat-jock’s bloated ball sac. Limbs now freed, the boy tried to kick and punch. His struggling more than obvious, but it just triggered a response in T-Bone’s fat ball sac. Both nuts begun to rise up. Withdraw upward towards the frat-boy’s pelvis, and not exactly shrink, but draw the once loose scrotum flesh tight. Scrunching up around T-Bone’s beloved and hefty family-jewels.
While his left became a near perfect sphere of jiggling nut, T-Bone’s boy-filled right testicle was more… lumpy. What with an entire lean little soccer jock crammed into it. Squeezing said boy into a tight, motionless ball. Starting to crush and grind down on that pathetic lump of prey. Drown him in the thick and viscous seed of a greater man. Smothered within the depths of another far bigger man’s right nut.
T-Bone gaspin’ at the sheer, predatory delight of it all. Got pumping away at that massive 18-inch monster of his. One mammoth-sized hand stroking away at its rock-hard girth. The other desperately pulled and squeezed at one fat, leathery nipple thick as a sausage.
Heh, by then of course, even his balls weren’t struggling, either. One last desperate kick, containing every meager ounce of Danny’s pathetic strength, and then nothin’.
The huge predator almost sad to feel the little guy go… but then he heard the familiar churn of his right nut goin’ to work. Hell, mixin’ with the sated rumble coming from his left, and both his giant prey-filled balls begun to fill the room with their busy cum-making.
More than full to the brim already…
With a low grunt, T-Bone’s broad hips started spasming. Great breadths of twin buttocks flexed rigid, and broad belly tensing hard. Pure orgasm crashing through his whole manly frame, T-Bone’s monstrous shaft throbbed powerfully. Helmet-sized cock head pulsed once as an enormous rope of fresh, cake-batter thick cum was blasted out.
Flew across the prey’s dorm room to smack into the nearby wall with a solid, wet clap. Was like a huge bucket had just been thrown out. All that cum soaking the swimmer’s bed in an instant, while the rest splayed across the ground in a long, meandering line. T-Bone’s cock firing off two more fat ropes of equal volume and potency. Easily, two or more gallons worth of his rich batter in just those three giant cum-shots.
Then T-Bone and his gorged nuts were still.
Either huge ball still full and heavy with plenty more cum, and within a few more minutes, cum alone. He’d driven himself to orgasm just a little early. Huge balls having still been filled with some remains from his two boyish prey. Not just a great gout of cum unleashed, but a few bits of clothes and half a skeleton worth of bones had been launched out as well.
Anywhere from entire intact bones to just fragments were mixed in with the giant cum smear he’d just made. Course, even as T-Bone watched it all steam and drip, those bones continued to dissolve before his very eyes.
Immediately, more than even before, the ripe and potent musk of T-Bone’s seed filled the entirety of the room. The temperature and humidity sky-rocketed instantly, until even T-Bone felt like he was in a sauna. Certainly, he broke out into a rank and heavy enough sweat for one. Promptly marking the dorm-room as his.
Between panting and wiping sweat off his sloped brow, the hulking jock just chuckled lowly to himself. Flush, swollen loins continuing to throb and spurt fat globs of cum on their own. Once bloated bigger than his thigh, that shaft begun to shrink back to a more… manageable girth. T-Bone able to fit his hands around it once more, and soon, just needed one big and powerful hand entirely. Now, just 14-inches of forearm-thick (His monstrous arms) and semi-hard shaft. No prey pushing his cock to its limits anymore.
Thick shaft sagging down and shrinking back in length and girth. Becoming a more turgid, if still monstrous cock of extremely macho proportions. T-Bone having just about always been a shower, but he was also a real grower, too. Always unable to find clothes that could readily fit his loins immensity.
Once he’d started shovin’ whole and alive men in ‘em, that kinda problem had only grown bigger. Especially given his desire to strut around campus with both balls full and wigglin’ with prey.
They’d been a little too greedy today for him to go and enjoy that. Between his strong legs, T-Bone’s overgrown balls were smolderingly hot and pendulously heavy in their sac. Slowly swaying from their own sheer mass, with their contents lifeless. A low, wet gurgle within them as they finished working. Begun to shrink back as all that thick cum of his was condensed down. Firmin’ and snugglin’ back against T-Bone’s groin. Give him ten more minutes, and even with two lean muscle-boys worth of cum in ‘em, and they’d merely be the size of cantaloupes. Easy enough to stuff back into his predator-special jock.
Only a tad bigger than his normal gigantic size, in the end.
T-Bone rubbing his soft, hairless belly idly. Waiting for his monster cock to calm down from its delicious, live meal. Like every time he felt up his broad middle up after a meal, T-Bone once more worried over his newfound belly. Though his powerful and massive abs were still there, they were covered by a layer of surprisingly soft and pliable pudge. Within the past few months since he’d arrived at college, they’d steadily disappeared behind all that newly gained pizza, beer and jock-grown fat.
Hmm. Probably more jocks than the prior two, at this point.
T-Bone having hit the Greek scene running belly and dick-first. Consuming and enjoying all three continuously. Addicted already to all that the college campus life of a predator had to offer to an insatiable frat-boy like him.
T-Bone knew that the extra sixty-pounds he’d gained was not from muscle.
At least, not yet. T-Bone was just… bulkin’ up. It was off-season, after all. He deserved to indulge a little… excessively, right? He was still in the gym enough!
Even if he’d long cut-out any of his old cardio regime. Was honestly just a waste of his energy! He was still doing plenty of squats, deadlifts and chest-presses… in-between his insatiable snacking in the locker-room.
And the sauna, basket-ball court, the track-ring out back… couldn’t forget the chow hall across the street, either.
But what was sixty pounds of fat to a machine like him? Once the football season started back up next year, he’d burn it all off. Gain muscle like never before from all that stored up fuel and huge appetite he’d grown. Fuck, he’d be unstoppable on this sorta diet! He just needed to cut back a little, and then he’d not gain a pound of fat more!
The dorm room’s door slammed open just then.
A short, beefy fire-plug of a rugby player standing in the now open doorway. Well, more like fillin’ it from about midways down. His shoulders and ass just that immensely broad. Practically a roadblock of brawny jock, looking furiously about the dorm.
Either a possible friend of the former occupants, or more likely, a furious floor-mate. Angered by all the loud and gratuitous noise coming from the room over.
He’d probably expected a predator, but not one like T-Bone.
Short-stack taking in the cum-drenched floor and bed – eyes widening as he spotted some bones still left. The scattered clothing… and the arrogant, fat-nutted giant of a frat-boy. Standing arrogantly smack-dab in the midst of it all. The rugby jock’s angry glower melting once he noticed the towering wall of beefy muscle and soft pudge standing in the middle of all that sticky and humid mess.
T-Bone literally forced to bend over, lest his head bang into the ceiling.
The huge frat-jock just grinned at the shorter intruder. A right meaty slab of muscle and pudge himself, with a bulging and rock-solid barrel for a gut. Though the rugby jock had nothin’ on the bigger footballer.
Short-stack immediately tried to back out of the room… but his own huge shoulders and ass got promptly caught in the tiny doorframe. The squat rugby jock almost instantly wedging himself in place, to his own horror.
T-Bone had no issues yanking him free, though.
Yeah, T-Bone should cut-back, but for now there were just too many scrumptious and meaty men on campus.
All of ‘em practically begging to be eaten by him.
T-Bone was busily shovin’ himself back into his letterman jacket. Even with all the bulking he’d been going through, it still fit around his colossal shoulders well-enough. The sleeves having always been tight around the great breadth of his powerful arms. Huge bowling-balls of biceps probably makin’ the closest-fitting point there. But thanks to those enormous and newly fattened man-tits of his, T-Bone could say goodbye to ever zipping it closed again.
His currently swollen, thrashing vore gut was just the final axe-stroke on such a notion.
Much like he’d been doing for the past hour, T-Bone let out yet another sonorous rumble of pleasure. Both big hands feeling up the wide and soft bulge of his swollen belly. Even if it was temporary, he was rockin’ a true beer belly of a vore gut just then. But even given the solid and wide bulk of that rugby player, the guy still couldn’t draw all the flab of T-Bone’s gut-flesh completely taut. Still had plenty to grasp great big handfuls of and bounce that juicy tank up and down with.
Hmm, maybe he should stop playin’ with the thick fucker, and just suck the entirety of him in already.
A pair of impressively wide and meaty feet currently sticking out from between the twin mounds of T-Bone’s titanic bubble ass. Them and only their owner’s ankles left outside of the giant jock’s equally giant, gaping manhole. That solid donut of muscle pulsing around those last remains of its prey. Squirming and wiggling impotently there. Thick and leathery callouses bunching up in right craggy creases every time. Toughened on rough, unforgiven tarmac and gravel streets. Definitely, somewhere in the quad-E range of foot sizes, if not even bigger. Nice, sturdy stompers to keep a squat, sturdy-sorta fella standin’. Yeah, their owner hadn’t been a tall guy, or even average height, but he’d made up for it in width and sheer bulk.
Damn, was like T-Bone had a fuckin’ fire-hydrant rammed up in his bowels just then! Squat fucker certainly weighed as much or more than one!
Sadly, ya could only keep a fella trapped between your fat ass-cheeks for so long. Even just passively standin’ there, T-Bone could feel his lower intestines steadily suckin’ in the rest of that squat road-block of a jock.
The act of bending over to slip his jock strap and lycra leggings on only shortenin’ that time. Spreading his fat buttocks wide and makin’ his vast manhole gape even more massively. Pulled in the squat jock past his heels. Just those wide tracks of soles and fat toes left outside.
A short and trumpeting fart escapin’ past his clenched cheeks while it could, too.
T-Bone only grumblin’ lowly, as he rolled the material of his lycras back up the powerful columns of his legs. Over bulging calves and engorged quads, plus all that new, juicy thigh fat.
Stretched the skin-tight material even more to the breaking point than before, and T-Bone could only grin at the thought.
He loved his own towering massiveness. Even if it got in the way more and more these days, nothin’ beat being able to literally look down upon all the lesser men of the world.
T-Bone had spent a good minute getting his turgid monster of a shaft and gorged cantaloupe-sized balls shoved into his jock’s pouch alone. Then, came the dual hurdles of getting his bulging package and both fat buttocks packed in his lycras next.
To say T-Bone’s huge ass and loins looked ready to burst out of ‘em was an understatement. Even without a whole pair of broad, squirming feet stuck between ‘em, T-Bone was utterly indecent.
Looking himself over pompously in the dorm room’s full-body mirror, the huge frat-jock could only grin at all the beefy curves and bulges he was puttin’ on display.
Plus the flat-top haircut, rough stubble and other broad, manly features and he cut quite the overgrown macho look.
“Wonder if I can get your feet to last until I leave the building, short-stack.” T-Bone mused to the thrashin’ bulge in his fat gut. “Damn… those lil’ ass bitches would love a sight like that! Stickin’ out between my huge muscle ass? Fuckin’ hell, ya might have some company shoved in there with ya soon!”
He just got an angry kick for a response. Just made the giant predator loose another hefty fart.
“Heh… tell ya what, fella,” T-Bone grumbled to his movin’ gut. “Impress me, and I might just let ya out!”
The hulking jock rumbled with laughter as he boomed out of the gutted dorm room.