Andrew: Life on Campus

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Contains: M/M, M/Multi, OV, FS, Larger Pred, Digestion, Disposal

     Matt hurried along to his first class of the day, struggling to zip up his backpack as he ran. The building was clear across campus and in the early morning fall air it was quite a run. He made it to the familiar red brick building, the creeping vines and cracks showing its age, with time to spare. The prof that taught ‘ Advanced Introductions to Class Introductions and advancement’ was a stickler for proper attendance, even if his class effectively taught nothing. Matt stopped before entering the building, checking himself out in a window’s reflection to straighten himself up before class. He had an average build and was relatively tall at exactly six-foot, with brown hair that he mussed into a semblance of a hairstyle.

     That’s when Matt heard a low thunder rising in volume steadily and the ground all-but vibrated as Andrew, star player of the University Gridball team, came thundering down the sidewalk towards him, dressed in a hooded jogging outfit. Andrew was good looking, with trimmed black hair and blue eyes framed by the first signs of stubble tracing his jaw. More noticeably, Andrew was tall even among tall men, clocking in close to seven feet Matt would’ve guessed, and sporting an atypical beer belly that jiggled with every heavy footfall. Must’ve been partying, drinking, and smoking all weekend. Serves him right putting on a few pounds. Matt thought sardonically as the large man continued to run by him. Andrew had a bit of a reputation around the campus, while he was massive and the best Gridball player the school had ever seen, it was clear to most students that he would never graduate; kept in the school by scholarships and easy classes so that the University could continue their win streak.

     It was as Andrew passed by Matt that he noticed the stench wafting off the tall jogger as he seemed to be farting every few steps, gassing anyone behind him with the acrid smell of protein gas. Matt rankled his nose in disgust and turned to watch Andrew continue following the trail, beginning to disappear down the winding riverbank slope and down towards the river park below. It was then, as Matt watched Andrew disappear over the crest of the slope that he remembered that Andrew was in this class, even if he only saw him attend a handful of the classes so far. He remembered too how his buddy Dan had followed Andrew yesterday to see where exactly he went every day and Matt thought about just heading into class and asking Dan, who usually sat in the chair next to him. What Matt didn’t know was that Dan’s chair would be conspicuously, and permanently, empty. There was no way Andrew would make it to class now, but Matt felt compelled to follow him, curious to see what the star player did instead of attending class.

     Matt began to follow now, nearly a hundred steps behind Andrew, and he watched him jog cheerily down into the river valley, humming to himself as he went. Matt thought he had lost the large man a few times as the path zigged and zagged around trees and outcroppings, but the lingering stench of his gas gave him all the trail he needed to sus out his target.

     How could a big idiot like him get away with skipping so many classes and draining the universit y’s funds if all he was good for is sports? Matt thought as he hurried along the river valley trail, barely noticing the shade level increasing as the trees grew denser.

    

     “Hrnng!”

     The sound snapped Matt out of his revery. He quickly dropped into a crouch and crept into the bushes towards the noise, careful not to reveal his presence. It was as he was deep in the thicket that he was able to find a good vantage point, a tiny hole in the otherwise blanket thick shrubs. He eased slowly towards it, curious as to what he would see. The scene before him was not at all what he had expected.

     Before him was a small clearing around one of the many trees in the river valley and the source of the noise was Andrew, crouching pant-less and groaning as he pushed a six-inch thick shit-log out of his stretched pink hole to join a pile of equally large loaves. Matt could see they were all flecked with little white specks of something, but he couldn’t make out what from this distance. Matt leaned in, curious as to what it could be as Andrew grunted, pinching off another log. Were those…bones? No, they couldn’t be right?

Matt thought hard as he watched the large predator squeeze out another dense loaf of shit. I had heard there was a predator or two in this city, but this guy? I… His pondering came to an abrupt end as Andrew grunted and two shit-streaked skulls slid easily out of his ass to join the steaming pile below him with a wet splatter. Andrew then stood and huffed a satisfied sigh of relief as he drenched the pile in a torrent of steaming golden piss.

Matt scrambled backwards, stunned by what he had seen. Did I really just see a man crap out two people? W-Was that Dan? Why did I stay to watch? And why am I hard? He thought as he scuttled backwards on his hands, his pants visibly tenting before him.

He didn’t make it far, as a large hand shot down through the underbrush and picked him up by the back of his shirt, hoisting him in the air as if by an animal’s scruff. It was of course Andrew, still nude from the waist down, His long cock still swaying and dribbling from the tip, and Matt found himself brought up quickly to stare the larger man square in the eyes.

“What do we have here? A peeping Tom?” Andrew asked, cocking his head.

“No! No! I- Hurggh!” Matt stammered, pausing to retch as the stench assaulted his senses.

“And an excited one to boot.” Andrew said, looking Matt over and noticing the visible tent in his sweatpants.

Matt continued to sputter uselessly as Andrew examined him. Andrew’s stomach began to growl, quietly at first, but it slowly built into a rumbling deep-base gurgling: a beast waiting to be fed. He cocked an eyebrow at Matt, licking his lips.

“W-Wait! P-please! I’ll do anything! I have so much to live for!” Matt pleaded desperately.

“So?” Andrew said, stuffing the smaller man into his throat and swallowing hard.

It happened so fast. Before Matt could fully register what was happening, he was already descending down Andrew’s slick throat; swallow after swallow sending more of his mass behind him to push him in deeper. A moment later, he was forced through Andrew’s stomach sphincter and into his stinking, sweltering gut, forced to curl up uncomfortably in the tight space. Already he was coated with Andrew’s stomach acids and could feel them melting his skin immediately as the stomach walls pressed in around him.

Andrew let out a short sharp blech, thudding his chest with a closed fist. “BRRWWAAP! Whew, something just makes me so hungry after a good dump. Food out, food in I guess.” He said, returning to his waste to wipe himself clean with toilet paper he had with him and redressing before starting to walk back the way he came.

As he walked, Matt was jostled and shaken about inside his roiling stomach, crying out and begging for mercy. “W-why? Oh-oh god! Please! Let me out!” He pleaded.

“Huh? Oh, uh…no. Sorry pal, I need breakfast. Plus, you seemed to enjoy watching what happened to those other two. Figured you’d enjoy the full tour.”

“Of course I-” Matt trailed off. Despite his fear and the pain encroaching on all sides he was still incredibly aroused by everything that had transpired. He awkwardly reached a familiar hand down past his elastic pants waistband to begin getting off as he continued to attempt to bargain with the hungry jock.

“Heh. Knew it.” Andrew said, pulling off the trail to light up a joint next to the river. As he took a few puffs, he could feel the jostling inside of him and surmised as to what Matt was doing. Andrew waited only a minute, finishing his joint as he watched the morning sun glisten off the river, before throwing his smoldering butt in.

Andrew continued up the hill as Matt finished formulating his plea for mercy as he jacked off.

“Y-you can’t eat me!” Matt protested. “I’m on the honour roll! A chance at valedictorian! I…I can do your homework! Please!”

“Why would I need you to do that?” Andrew asked, picking some debris from his teeth.

“To graduate?” Matt explained. “T-that and I have such a bright future ahead of me! Y-you can’t just cut it short!”

“Bright future? More like brown future, heh. Sorry guy, like I said, your road ends here. Plus, why would I ever want to graduate? I have it great here.”

“I-“ Matt started, before he was startled by Andrew’s quick motion.

Andrew jumped, as a familiar squat man in a blue track jacket slid out from behind a tree. It was Coach Daniels, head of the University Gridball team, furrowed bushy brow and mustache covering most of his red face’s real estate.

“Andrew!” Coach Daniel’s barked. “Where were you!”

“Just down for a jog coach.” Andrew said, a bit too relaxed.

“Is that so? Then why do I smell the Devil’s Lettuce on you huh? Smoking again?”

“I can explain-”

“-And don’t you have some bullshit class right now? C’mon Andrew! At least PRETEND to be a university student and not some hippie-ass dropout!” Coach Daniel’s tirade continued. “If you didn’t play so well I may have just-”

Matt squirmed visibly in Andrew’s gut and caused the large man to burp guiltily. A moment of awkward silence passed between the two before Matt broke the silence.

“I-Is there someone there? Please for the love of god help me! T-This idiot ate me!” Came Matt’s muffled yelling from Andrew’s roiling pot belly.

“ Eugh. ” Coach Daniels sighed loudly. “Andrew…Did you eat a student again.”

“Yes Coach. Gotta keep my strength up for this weekend’s match.”

“Fair. Still though, can’t walk around campus with a hollering, squirming gut. C’mon Andrew, stop playing with your food and think for once!”

“What?!” Matt exclaimed as Andrew flexed his gut.

“Yes Coach.” Andrew said as he continued to flex. Then with a sickening, bone-crunching snap, Matt was no more; reduced to nothing but a meaty, bone-strewn slop. “Urrrp!”

“Skip class. Back to your dorm.” Coach Daniel’s said, pinching the upper bridge of his nose and mumbling as he walked away. Andrew strode back to his dorm, full and content to go and take his mid-morning nap.

Life didn’t end for Matt. Sure; he felt his body get destroyed in an instant, just moments before he climaxed, but still his consciousness carried on. For a while, everything was dark, but he felt like he could nebulously feel a mass moving through him. Large and thick, it was continuous and jagged, and he could feel it serpentine through his…What was this now? It didn’t feel like a body, or at least his body. Then, light. He felt his consciousness drift over to the light, recognizing the familiarity of sight; although unfamiliar to him. He could see a room he’d never seen before gazing wearily down at an unfamiliar body: Muscular and sporting a large ball gut. Was this? No…It couldn’t be.

“Hello?” Matt projected.

“Hello?” Andrew’s voice boomed around him. “Who’s there?”

“Wait…I thought I died?” Matt projected.

“Hello? I don’t see anyone…” Andrew said, and Matt could see through Andrew’s vision as he looked about the large dorm room. “Died? Wait…Breakfast? Are you still alive? I swear I felt you pumping through my bowels…”

“…I….I’m dead….And you ate me!” Matt vocalized, mostly thinking out loud.

“What kind of wack-ass weed did Derrick sell me? H-how can I hear you then? Are you some kind of ghost?”

“ I’m not-”

“Is it unfinished business? Because I didn’t let you finish?” Andrew said, freaking out. “Oh god! A cum ghost!”

“ I don’t think- Sure, fine. Let’s say cum ghost.”

“Oh please mighty Mr.Cum-Ghost, please leave me be. I am but a simple man.” Andrew said innocently, bowing his head.

“ That you aren’t ….Say, w hat am I…feeling? I can feel a heavy thick sensation in me…in us.”

“I think you’re feeling yourself pass through my bowels Mr.Cum-Ghost.”

“ ….Call me Matt.”

“Matt Cum-Ghost? Weird name but okay.” Andrew said with a shrug.

“Do you get haunted by all your meals?”

“Nope, first time. Most of the time they just die and that’s it. Devour ‘em, Digest ‘em, and dump ‘em. Coach even pays a bit if he can use some as fertilizer. Turns out my poop is better than any fertilizer you can buy. So, we have the greenest Gridball stadium in the league, turns out the secret is people! Hahaha!” Andrew laughed.

“Heh. So. You live alone?”

“Yeah. I tried having roomies, but Admin blocked me from reapplying after I clogged the library men’s room with my tenth roomie.”

“ You ate them too! Weren’t they your friends?”

“Yeah, they were . You try living with a savoury steak and see how long you go without eating. Besides, not like I ate them day one or anything. Just as late-night snacks and munchies.”

“Sickening.”

“Hush. I know you like it, I could feel you getting off in there before you beefed it.”

Matt went silent, considering. He could feel, distantly, the sensation of his own digested body slowly sliding its way through him…through both of them.

“Heh. Knew it.” Andrew said, stretching as he rose. He looked around the room as he idly patted the dense bulge of Matt on his midriff; He didn’t know what to do.

After a few minutes of silence, Matt communicated again. “ So?”

“So what?”

“ What now? What do you do?”

Andrew pondered for moment, before hiking one leg to rip a long, wet fart. “Whew! You sure do stink.” He teased.

“ Gross.”

“Natural.” Andrew said wryly as the stench began to permeate the room. “But I think that means it’s time for you to leave.” He said, heading for the door.

“ Leave?”

“Yeup. Gonna shit out your remains. You prefer the library or health-sciences bathroom?”

“ I…” Matt communicated, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he thought he enjoyed this whole concept…on the other, he really didn’t want to see what had become of him.

“Yes?”

“M-my….”

“Ugh, Health-Sciences it is. Jeez, breakfasts can be so demanding sometimes. Although…not usually as poop…” Andrew pondered as he locked up his dorm room and began the short trek to the health science building.

It didn’t take long to reach the health-sciences building; it was only a few campus blocks away and after a short, if gassy, walk through the quad, Andrew found himself once more in the open atria of Health-Sciences and Matt spent the entire time reflecting and looking out of Andrew as a despondent observer. Andrew knew the building pretty well, after years on campus he’d pretty much mapped out the entire building, its nooks and crannies only known to those who had spent the time to search her. He turned left, then up a flight of stairs, down another hall, around a column, and then up a half-flight of stairs to end up on a small intermediary floor. It was there that he pushed open an oft forgotten door into a single universal washroom, its large accessible design rendered useless by its position halfway up a forgotten stairwell. The bathroom was large, open and clean…for now.

As Andrew entered, he locked the door behind him and stripped off the sweaty, musky sweatpants and hung them on the coat hook. “Ready?” He asked Matt as another fart escaped his hairy cheeks.

“ Not particularly.”

“Well…engh, sorry Matt Cum-Ghost, but I’m gonna rebirth you into the world.” Andrew said as he climbed onto the toilet, his feet perched on the unblemished seat as he squat, his hairy hole hanging over the porcelain bowl beneath.

Andrew breathed deep, released his tension and felt relief wash over him as his hole gave way easily before the thick, greasy, four-inch-thick log began to slide out of him. He couldn’t see it, but could feel it grow as a rigid tail, reinforced by Matt’s embedded bones and clothing fibers. It grew to just over a foot, before he pinched it off, hearing it splash and thud as it slammed down into the cool water below.

Matt existed quietly, still conflicted over his arousal and revulsion about this whole ordeal. Was he not immortal now? Bound only to- His thoughts trailed off as he felt and then saw a new point of vision, separate from Andrew’s eyes. He was looking downwards and all he could see was a smooth watery surface inside of white walls. Then he saw it, the first of many shit logs that flowed past his vision to crash into the bowl below. It didn’t take him long to piece it together, he was looking out of Andrew’s asshole. The turd now sitting in the bowl was thick and dense, and he found himself awash once more with the feeling of revulsion and arousal as he began to make out the details: A few bleached finger bones here, a clump of hair there, and a small scrap of fabric he thought he recognized from his shirt. It was as he was analyzing the impressive log, that the second began to slide into view.

Andrew released a deep sigh as he felt the second and third loafs steadily push their way out of him to fill the bowl below. “ Aaaah ~ There’s nothing quite like it, taking a man-sized dump I mean.” He said as he pinched off another equally thick but less dense log.

“Wouldn’t know.” Matt communicated.

“Guess you wouldn’t…But hey! You’re still around.” Andrew said, groaning slightly as yet another bone-strewn log coiled out of him and into the bowl beneath. It splattered wetly against the shit already in the bowl as the heap began to climb slowly out of the bowl and towards Andrew’s fit hairy ass.

“ I suppose I am.”

“Must be haunting some fat or muscle or some-shit.”

“ Must be.”

“Enjoying the show? Hrrrng!” Andrew grunted out, now trying to push out the last few pieces of Matt. They splattered and were blown out with a blast of gas, coating the back of the bowl and the lid with speckles of Matt-shit.

“ Weirdly yeah. Say, it feels like there’s something stuck in you.” Matt relayed, feeling the blockage near the end of Andrew’s bowels.

“Yeah, that’s usual. Tell me if you recognize this.” Andrew said and strained as hard as he could, a few rivulets of sweat trickling down his face. With a groan, a pop, and a splatter, Matt’s skull was forced out through Andrew’s hairy pucker to splatter into the overflowing shit heap in the bowl. “*huff-huff* familiar?”

“That’s….My skull.”

“Yeup.” Andrew said, dismounting the destroyed toilet and turning around. His hand was already hard at work himself off. “And there’s just something so beautiful about dominating and devouring people y’know?”

“ W-what?” Matt said, and he could better see his skull, caked in shit and sinking into the greasy heap, it’s…his teeth locked in a grimace of eternal pain.

“Think about it Matt. My body destroyed yours! Look at it! You’re nothing now but a heap of my poop and bones on the campus. No longer a prodigy student, just breakfast for a higher being….and a ghost I suppose. But that…that…you’re…. hhh n nh ~!” Andrew cooed, as he shot rope after rope of thick white cum to crisscross the heap of Matt-shit.

Matt could feel it too. Not necessarily the feeling of ejaculation but the euphoria of climax as it washed over his spirit. He basked in the sensation, feeling relief and rejuvenation filling his soul. When his spirit didn’t dissipate, he came to the silent conclusion that he might be stuck with Andrew for the long haul.

Andrew huffed, winded from his efforts. Before him was Matt’s pathetic remains: A heap of dense, boney, cum soaked logs overflowing the toilet and splattering onto the floor. He smirked to himself, contented with the knowledge of what he had done, and the effects of his appetite. He moved to rip a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped himself clean, tossing the handful of paper to sink into the shit pile. It was as he washed his hands he began to think, wondering aloud if he had freed Matt’s spirit.

“Mr.Matt Cum-Ghost? Are you at peace now?” Andrew asked quietly.

“ Nope. Still here.”

“Huh. Maybe not a Cum-Ghost or haunted bones then. Think you’re like, sentient pudge or something?”

“ Is that a thing?”

“I dunno.” Andrew said drying his hands. “Well if you’re gonna stick around that’s fine or whatever, as long as your ghost doesn’t stink as much as you did. Speaking of, I’m leaving….place reeks.”

“I….Humiliating….” Matt projected.

“Whatever. Probably will take the staff forever to find this bathroom, don’t even know the last time it was cleaned. But, who knows, maybe they’ll look into it if you start to stink up the place, heh.”

Matt was silent for a while as Andrew redressed and began to meander around the campus, eyeing up other students and staff as his belly began to grumble once more.

“Are you seriously hungry again? Was I not enough?” Matt demanded.

“Well…You were…breakfast.” Andrew pondered slowly.

“ Just Breakfast!” Matt protested.

“Just breakfast. Sorry Matt, I need a lot of protein! How about him? He looks good.” Andrew said quietly, eyeing up a stocky freshman in a white hoodie.

“I…uh…Should you be saying these things aloud?” Matt projected.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” Andrew thought back.

“I suppose so…although, not a lot going on in here. Seems you really only think about-”

“Food, Sex, and Weed. Oh! And Gridball.” Andrew interrupted . “Not in that order.”

“Yeah.” Matt projected to Andrew. “But he looks… I don’t know, I can’t just help you pick out people for you to murder in your gut!”

“Relax. Not today anyway. I’m just scopin’ while we wait for a party.” Andrew thought, checking his phone again, still nearly half an hour before the party properly started. “ What about that one?” He thought, this time indicating a slender ginger, hard at work on a laptop.

“Party?”

“Keep up Matt.”

“What Party?”

“Stephan’s party. It’s gonna be lit~”

“And you’re going to eat there?”

“We’ll see how the night goes, but I expect I’ll be taking at least someone home. Maybe two if I’m really feeling it.”

“Huh. You really do just think this way. Do you have no concern for the people you eat?”

“None.” Andrew thought with a callous finality.

Andrew began to wander slowly over to the address Stephan had provided him, a small, detached house at the end of a street in the neighborhood beside the university. The neighbourhood had become synonymous with the university in the last few decades, and many of the houses had been turned into frat houses, income properties, or homes with suites and as such the area teemed with students. Stephan’s place was small, painted a garish orange hideous stippled stucco, but boasted high fences and a beautiful view down into the river valley and was a bit secluded from the rest of the street; It was the perfect party house. Andrew approached the house and entered without knocking.

Inside, the party was already gearing up with dozens of people milling about as conversations were yelled and the music blared. Andrew’s eye flashed briefly as the sight and smell of many sweaty bodies, weed, and other substances flooded his senses. His stomach growled, his mouth watered, and his cock flexed as his body craved those things he loved most.

Food.

Sex.

Weed.

“Is that all you think about?” Matt asked.

“Meat. Weed.”

     If Matt tried to communicate anything further, Andrew didn’t hear him as he tuned him out. His mind awash in animalistic senses. He looked around, surveying the veritable jungle of people around him. None of them even came close to as tall as he was, even the tallest dudes there barely came up to his shoulders. That’s when he spotted it, a gap in crowd full of liquid and red plastic cups: The drink table. He threaded his way through the crowd to reach the sticky plastic covered table and casually cracked open a cold one, downing it quickly. Apparently, he was thirstier than he thought. He dropped the can on the floor and cracked another, carrying it off with him as he looked for a good place to sit.

     It was the third room he’d searched that he found it, a large club-style chair that could accommodate his tall frame. He sat gingerly in it, sipping his beer as he watched people come and go, and feeling his mouth water in anticipation…This party was sure to be ‘transformative’ for someone.

A young, skinny blonde in a sweater vest.

A beefy jock, slick with sweat.

A fellow dirty stoner, pockets laden with goodies.

They all looked delicious; Andrew wanted them all.

That’s when Stephan sidled up to Andrew, sitting on the arm of the chair.

“Hey there big guy~” He cooed. “Glad you could make it.”

“Hey Stephan.” Andrew said smirking. “You come back to hit it again?”

“Shut up dude, y’know that was only because I- Who am I kidding, you’ve got a great ass. Would be a pleasure to get in there again.” Stephan said with a wink.

Andrew’s gut growled again, this time lower and deeper.

“Hungry again?” Stephan said, playfully putting his hands on his hips. “Is that why Y ou came?”

“Oh, you know its fine. If I eat first, I’ll let you fuck me again~” Andrew said, his voice rising into a sing-song tone.

Stephan blushed, his face running red and his tented pants revealing his feelings.

“ Seriously?” Matt added.

“Upstairs, third room on the right. Wait there, I’ll send someone up.” Stephan said, rising and quickly moving out of the room.

Andrew smirked; it had worked again. He casually rose, and slowly lumbered his way upstairs. He made his way to third bedroom on the right, what appeared to be a little used guest bedroom. He made himself comfortable on the bed, settling in and taking off his shirt.

“ This works?” Matt asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, all the time, people almost never notice at a party. Plus, might get my ass blasted as well heh.” Andrew said aloud.

“ Gross.”

“Engh, Stephan might not look it, but he’s actually quite hung.” Andrew said, feeling himself stiffen at the thought.

That’s when the door opened, and a brown-haired freshman entered. He was clad in a white hoodie and black pants, with nervous eyes that darted everywhere around the room but Andrew’s eyes.

“I-I-I was told that I should s-speak t-to you about g-getting some weed?” He squeaked.

“Of course! First bag is free.” Andrew said with a devilish grin, sitting up on the bed and placing his legs firmly back on the floor.

The young man nodded and walked over, eyes still averting his gaze wildly. When he was within a pace of Andrew he struck, and in a flash of movement he grabbed the young man’s head with one arm and stuffed it forcefully into his slavering maw. The young man barely had time to shriek before his noise was muffled by Andrew’s body and before he could fight back. Andrew was already swallowing hard, easily downing the small man in four quick gulps. His hairy gut distended comfortingly once more, now full of the startled and thrashing form of the surprised freshman. Instead of pleading for his life, he began to weep and shriek in terror as Andrew’s eager gut already began to break him down.

     Andrew laid back against the headboard, rubbing his gut as he let out a low belch.

     “Good, but not enough.” He said aloud.

     “ One life’s not enough for you ?” Matt protested. “oh lord. I…I can feel him in me…I mean us.”

“Oh yeah? Great feeling right.” Andrew thought back.

“I…Yeah, it is. But I can see him too, He’s…in pain. He’s thrashing about, fighting his fate...but, it feels so good too…like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“ Oh, I can feel him thrashing too; I f he’s not careful I’ll-“ Andrew thought, as a gas bubble built up and expelled itself as a massive, wet belch. Inside, it evacuated the young man’s air, and he kicked wildly as he quickly suffocated. Andrew’s belly went limp, but still rigid with his form. “ …Belch out his air.”

“Y-You killed him!” Matt panicked. “You killed him, and I…I-I like it. He...feels so good. No! I can see his body digesting! This is bad! How could you!”

Andrew let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his distended hairy belly. “Because I’m hungry. Because I can.” He said aloud as his gut began to growl and burble loudly, already hard at work digesting the young man.

He lay there only a moment, before rising and slipping back into his shirt. It wouldn’t do to look too obvious and scare away potential prey after all. He was still hungry and decided to trawl about for a second helping. This began with him methodically checking every room of Stephan’s second floor, the odd belch or gurgle breaking up his otherwise silent task.

First room, couple fucking.

Second room, Empty.

Bathroom? He tried the door and to his surprise it opened, clearly its occupant had forgotten to lock it. This surprised the shaggy black-haired man comfortable on the toilet as well, his pants around his ankles as he fumbled not to drop his phone. Andrew didn’t even speak, taking two long strides over to the sitting man.

“ Don’t!” Matt pleaded and reasoned. “He’s in the middle of-“

“Hey! You cannn’t…!” The man started to protest, his words slurring as he tried to parse what was happening.

Andrew grabbed the man by both of his armpits and hoisted him quickly into his mouth, hearing as both the man’s jeans and phone clattered to the floor. This man, unlike Andrew’s first meal tried at least to put up a fight; drunken fists flailing wildly as he tried and failed to defend himself, his blows either missing wildly or glancing off of Andrew’s frame. Andrew savored his taste as he went down, relishing the flavour of the man’s exposed legs and ass as he scarfed him down. Five good swallows and twelve failed punches later, the black-haired man was gliding easily down Andrew’s throat to join the corpse in his gut.

Andrew’s belly bulged out further as the new addition slid in, the extra contours of a second human body making him look jagged. Almost immediately the man started thrashing, kicking and screaming, trying to fight his fate. Andrew and Matt basked in the struggles, his efforts washing over both of them like ways of pleasure.

“Way gross. He was in the middle of shitting! ” Matt chastised.

“Nuh-uh.” Said Andrew as he admired the bulge of his gut in the mirror. “He wasn’t shitting.”

“ Oh? How can you tell?”

“Was watching porn. Dude was prepping to beat off.” Andrew said, holding up the man’s phone. “Think he’ll want this?” He said as he swallowed the phone as well.

“ Won’t he just call for help?” Matt communicated. “ Not smart.”

“Nah. I’ll just crush him if he does.”

“ So, what now? You got your two-person dinner, now what? Head home? You can’t stay here with a gut like that.”

“ Actually, I’m thinking of staying, usually the good kush comes out at the end of the night. Plus, I promised Stephan some ass.” Andrew said, turning to admire his ass in the mirror.

“ Sigh. You’re going to eat him too aren’t you.” Matt communicated but he too could feel the pleasures of fullness, of domination, and ecstasy as Andrew’s predator body began to destroy a second life. He wouldn’t admit it of course, but he was starting to like this. He could see, or at least was aware of, the details of Andrew’s meals; The black-haired man’s desperate struggles and the body of the wannabe stoner, already starting to redden as Andrew’s acids ate away at him.

“I dunno. Maybe, haven’t decided yet. Gotta be careful though, if I eat too much I won’t be bulking, I’ll just get fat.” Andrew said, picking up and throwing away the black-haired man’s jeans into the garbage can before making his back to the third room to lay down.

“Do you keep any friends?”

“I’ve got you now Matt, who’d need other friends?” Andrew said, settling in and feeling himself doze off into a food coma.

“ That’s….sweet.” Matt thought privately, already hearing the sounds of Andrew’s snoring and his gut competing to be the most deafening.

Andrew must’ve napped for a couple good hours, in which his second prey’s life was snuffed; More unfortunate than his first prey, he didn’t have the luck to suffocate and was digested alive, until Andrew’s acids seeped into and destroyed his body. By the time Andrew began to rouse once more, his occupants had both reduced to a meaty chyme, bones, and chunks of clothes. All of which was burbling and sloshing loudly as his stomach began to pump them slowly down into his bowels. It was just before midnight, and he groggily stumbled down the stairs, his stomach sloshing with each heavy footfall.

He noticed that the party had simmered in his absence, the throngs of people thinned down to about eleven guys, draped the living room smoking, drinking, and carousing. Andrew smirked and nodded as Stephan waved him over.

“Hhheuaah! Itth my good b-buddy Andrewwww~” Stephan slurred, visibly wasted.

“Hey.” Andrew said, sitting in an open spot-on couch between a few tripping students. “Got any of the good stuff? Looks like everyone else here is having a blast.”

A skinny brown-haired stoner leant over the table and passed Andrew a large shallow wicker basket brimming with all sorts of ‘recreationals’.

“Itth tha betht stttufff y-you can ghet.” Stephan slurred, his head flopping about heavily. “juth take whatevah.”

“You’re on man.” Andrew said with a grin as he scoped all the weed and roll his hands could hold. He fumbled a bit, awkwardly trying to roll several joints simultaneously as Stephan continued.

“Full? Heh….H-hey guuuys, I….I know mooth of youuu are stra-…strai….straight, or whatevah, but thith guy here? S’gotta great assssss.” Stephan slurred. “S-should take him for a…for a…riiiddde.” He finished, slumping back.

“ Dude’s so lit, he can barely function.” Matt communicated and Andrew agreed.

Most of the circle looked too high or too wasted to notice Stephan’s comments and continued about their activities. Some slurred compliments at each other, others just laughed at jokes that had ended minutes ago, but the majority of them just sat and stared ahead blankly as the world rushed by them. Andrew leant back into the couch as he took a long drag off his first joint of the evening, feeling it take the edge off immediately. He sat and laughed with the group, easily putting away three joints and two beers before his gut began to growl again. As his stomach demanded more meat, his mouth began to water once more as his smoking buddies looked increasingly edible as the munchies set in.

“ Don’t. You already had two tonight.” Matt chastised.

“ Hungry….Meat.” Was all Andrew could think of, not even registering Matt’s comments as his belly groaned louder and consumed his thoughts.

“Loud belly you have there.” Said Jordan, the only sober person left at the party.

“Think so?” Andrew said and Stephan began to giggle to himself.

“Sloshy too.”

“Yup. Say, are you new to campus?” Andrew asked. “Ain’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah. Freshmen. Stephan’s cousin. I didn’t want to come tonight, but he made me.” Jordan said curtly.

“Oh yeah?”

“Say, you came from upstairs…Did you see Pete up there? He said he had to hit the head a few hours ago but didn’t come back down. Just assumed he passed out in the tub.” Jordan asked.

“Long black hair?” Andrew said, as his stomach began to growl louder.

“That’s him.”

“Oh he’s not upstairs anymore, said he was feeling kinda shitty. Wanna see where he went to?” Andrew coaxed, already salivating.

“I…suppose…” Jordan said suspiciously.

“Help me up would ya?”

“Sure.” Jordan said, walking over and extending his arms down to Andrew.

Despite being high, drunk, and still somewhat full, Andrew moved surprisingly fast. With a deft move he opened his mouth and swallowed the young man’s arm, pulling him off balance and towards Andrew’s gaping maw. A loud gulp and four swallows later, Jordan was sliding slowly down Andrew’s throat as he let out a content belch.

“I think that’s where your friend was. Maybe you can find some of his bones kicking around?” Andrew taunted as the surprised man began to yell and squirm in protest.

Most of the party was too far gone to notice or just chuckled at the spectacle. All except for the redhead in the armchair next to Andrew, he had been nursing the same few beers and a single joint all night and was still mostly in his right mind. He began to shriek and holler, scrambling drunkenly over the back of the chair as he tried to flee. Andrew’s large hand got to him first, yanking him backwards by his shirt collar to send him sliding backwards down his throat behind Jordan.

Andrew let out another belch as he began to rub his engorged hairy gut, its dome shape being replaced once more with hard roiling edges as his meals squeezed into his stomach with the chyme of his previous victims. This in turn ripped what was left of his shirt to shreds as his gut burst through the weak fabric.

“ Dude! Too many!” Matt cautioned, but his warning fell on deaf ears.

One of the stoned dudes next to Andrew noticed the tussle and turned to him. “Whoahhhhh…I’ve like, never seen a pred-…preda-….predator before. C-can I touch it?”

“Urrrp! Go for it.” Andrew said as the stoner laid his head on Andrew’s gut and gently began to rub it.

“Hey…Hey everyone? I…Imma a pred too.” Said another drunk young black-haired man sitting beside Stephan on the floor. “F-feels good t-to get that off mah chesht.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it. Eat that guy.” Andrew said half-defensively half-jokingly, gesturing to a purple haired twink, passed out on the floor.

“Shuire.” The black-haired predator said, slowly getting up. He moved over to the twink and began to slowly ingest him by swallowing him from the feet up. This took a few minutes, and Andrew and a few others half watched as the predator slowly and wetly gobbled him up. The twink had evidently blacked out and didn’t notice even as the would-be predator took his final swallow, sending him down his throat. He fell back on the floor, his belly now bloated, and balloon like on the predator’s smaller frame.

Stephan sat up and began to comprehend what was happening. “Ahndrew….Dhid, you eaht m-my coushin?”

“Maybe.” Andrew said, ripping a massive cheek-clapping fart from his earlier meal that stank up the room. “Geez, whoever that was, stinks.”

“Hawt.” Stephan said, slumping back into a heap on the floor and snoring gently.

“Hey, pred-boy, come here, let me see that gut.” Andrew said.

“You’re not going to try and eat me?”

“How could I? I ate two already, and with your gut I doubt I’d get you down. Now c’mere, I wanna see your gut.”

The other predator looked confused but obliged, slowly hoisting himself up and tottering drunkenly to stand over Andrew, his bulbous smooth gut churning loudly in front of him. Andrew began to salivate once more, as his hands explored the smaller predator.

“Don’t meet a lot of other preds.” Andrew said maliciously.

“Yeah.”

“Wonder why.”

“Dunno.”

“Huh. Well. Nice meeting you.” Andrew said, and pulled the predator forward as well, toppling him off balance and into Andrew’s mouth. He slid in easily up to his belly, which got stuck In Andrew’s jaw. The other predator chuckled to himself, thinking he had bested Andrew’s insatiable hunger. But Andrew wouldn’t give in so easily. He took his hands and grabbed the smaller predator by his ass and forced him into his mouth, straining as his mouth stretched farther than ever before. Whether it was sheer force of will or the weed and alcohol loosening his joints he wasn’t sure, but with a great effort he was able to swallow the predator. Andrew huffed and strained as his largest double-stuffed meal to date squeezed tightly down his throat to balloon his stomach out further than it had gone in recent years.

Andrew let out a long, wet belch as the predator inside him crushed his other meals, all of them straining in the ever-tightening burning gut. “Pleasure, but there’s room on campus for one predator, enjoy becoming a better pred’s poop.”

“ Done yet? I think you’ve had enough! You’ll get indigestion! ” Matt pleaded.

Andrew’s gut growled ever louder, and unsure whether it was unhappy or still hungry Andrew continued his voracious eating spree. Over the next few minutes, he sent the remaining six party guests down his gullet, each one barely putting up a fight as Andrew devoured them and added them to his still expanding belly. When at last it was just him and Stephan, he laid on the floor, struggling to get out of his pants. After a few minutes of strained effort he lay there naked on his belly, which was now at least three times his size and able to suspend him off the floor.

“ BRWWAAP! Sorry… I ate your friends.” Andrew said to Stephan, as he roused. The sounds of the party guests muffled screams and desperate struggles were barely audible above the groaning and churning of his gut.

Stephan looked about in a stupor, still barely comprehending what was happening. “Dis a...dream?”

“No.” Andrew said. “I did eat them, but for good reason though.”

“O-oh?” Stephan said, jostled around by Andrew’s amorphous gut.

“I was hungry.”

“Makettth sense t…to me.” Stephan slurred.

Andrew’s gut growled once more, as the munchies kicked back again. “Say, still want to get in my ass?”

“ Don’t! Don’t eat your last friend! You’ve eaten to much! You might be too high but I can feel that we’re bloated! ” Matt pleaded once more.

“Yes! …..Score!” Stephan exclaimed obliviously.

“Might need to be lubed up first.” Andrew said with a wink.

“Y’…mean?”

“Rim me idiot.” Andrew said, reached over and gently guiding Stephan’s face into his musky, hairy ass.

To his credit, Stephan obliged easily and earnestly, eagerly lapping at Andrew’s puffed hole. It was a tad stretched after two human sized dumps already, but Stephan worked diligently, stripping down to the buff as he ran his tongue first over, and then into, Andrew’s pink pucker. It, however, didn’t taste like it looked, the intriguing musky aroma and taste of sweat being replaced by the bitter taste of waste. He politely pulled back, and focused on stretching and loosening Andrew’s hole, even though it was already gaping a bit before he had even started. Andrew moaned the whole time, and over the ten or so minutes he had Stephan back there, held firm with his guiding hand, he came again, painting Stephan’s carpet with a sticky load as his hole contracted rhythmically. Stephan took this to mean that he was ready to get dicked down and pulled his face out of Andrew’s ass, taking a deep breath of fresh air as he intended to push his cock in. Andrew had a different idea.

“Say…Stephan….Ever want to fuck an ass from the inside?” Andrew asked coyly.

“No…Y-you can do that?” Stephan asked drunkenly.

“In a predator’s ass you can. Why don’t you climb in and I’ll show you.” Andrew coaxed.

“Whait…Ahre you gonna di-…digest me?”

“How could I do that, there isn’t even a stomach there! You’d have to go in through my mouth to be digested. Stephan, what do butts do.”

“Poop. Heh.” Stephan giggled.

“Exactly! Stuff comes out of butts! So, climb on in and have fun! Think about it, how many of your friends have ever had this experience? None I bet.”

“Huh. Mhakes…sense.” Stephan said, sliding one leg and then the other into Andrew’s gaping asshole.

“ Now you’re taunting the drunk and high? Isn’t this too easy! C’mon man! You don’t need to eat him!” Matt begged.

Andrew did humor Stephan for a few minutes, clenching and pulling him in deeper which in turn stimulated Stephan’s cock once it was inside Andrew’s ass and rubbing against his walls. Andrew continued this for a few minutes, pulling in Stephan up to neck as he felt the man’s body convulse in orgasm as Stephan painted his insides white. Andrew smirked, Stephan wasn’t aware enough to know he was doomed, and he took a bit of wicked glee as he forced a stinking, cum-bubbled fart to blast Stephan in the face before sucking him all the way into his ass to be digested. Stephan’s last traces of light closing as Andrew’s bowels dragged him further and the sphincter closed before him.

“Have fun padding the ass you loved so much. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, I bet you’ll look even better as my shit.” Andrew teased as Stephan settled in and let out a barely audible whimper in response.

Andrew’s gut growled no longer, clearly the beast was sated. He let out a small burp and heavy sigh as he rolled forward onto his gut, and let out a long, massive protein fart as he began to drift off to sleep.

Matt wasn’t so lucky, sleep was now a luxury he didn’t have, and he could feel and see as Andrew’s binge, the entire party of people were digested together, screaming and writhing as they were reduced to the same sludge as previous meals. He could feel too the wincing pain of indigestion as Andrew’s feast caused his stomach to work overtime, causing cramping and stabbing pains to shoot through him. Part of him hoped that one of these unlucky souls would join him in his sentient pudge purgatory but to no avail, just a boney sludge that began to compact as it slithered through his serpentine bowels.

Andrew slept soundly the rest of the night, the sounds of wet acrid farts punctuating the otherwise silent house. As morning came and the sun rose, the entire house reeked of a party digested and ready for disposal. Andrew awoke slowly, his torso wracked with stabbing pangs of indigestion and the urgent need to expel his guests.

“ Finally awake huh?” Matt jeered.

“Huh? Did I do something wrong?” Andrew said groggily, rising to his feet and rubbing a hand over his gut. It was tighter and lower on his frame but much, much larger than he remembered it being. It looked like he still had two full larger guys in there, but due to the tightness and pressure against his hole, it seemed that his bowels were packed tight.

“ You ate the party.”

“ No way! I had those two guys upstairs, then came down for a puff. I remember eating one more after that…”

“ Try eleven more.”

“Eleven! No way!” Andrew exclaimed, a desperate fart escaping his cheeks. “I’ll get fat…”

“ Stephan too.”

“Aw damn. Liked him, good weed connections. Ah well.” Andrew said nonchalantly. “Feels like they want to leave….And he has a yard! What a beautiful way to start the weekend. A good morning crap.” Andrew said, wincing in pain as he hobbled over to the patio door and out into the high fenced backyard. The yard itself was surrounded by the dense trees of the river valley park on three sides, and upon a cursory glance he didn’t think he’d be disturbed as he passed their coils.

“ You deserve your pain y’know. I was fine with one or two, but you didn’t need to eat them all!” Matt chastised.

“Yeah, well…munchies are a killer….literally.” Andrew replied, waddling over to the middle of the yard, still nude from the night before, and spreading his cheeks.

Andrew grunted and groaned as he pushed, straining to start the usually simple process of passing prey. He strained again, feeling the first large log turtle out of his ass before retreating.

“The hell?”

“ That’s what you get for your gluttony.” Matt chastised further. “ Maybe listen next time.”

Andrew grimaced as he strained again, feeling his legs wobble beneath him and rivulets of sweat drip down his brow. Slowly but surely, Stephan’s skull was embedded firmly in a large eight-inch-thick bone strewn log that began to push out of his pucker, growing firmly out a solid foot and a half before breaking off and landing atop the dew misted grass with a dull thud, cracking Stephan’s skull. Andrew couldn’t relax yet feeling this initial roadblock wasn’t done yet. He strained harder, his feet arching as he birthed the other two feet of condensed partier shit, another thick log with an embedded skull to thud beside the first.

“Whew. Out you go Stephan, you wanted in my ass after all. Hope you enjoyed yourself, you sure as hell stretched me. Enjoy being my poop and who knows, maybe coach might even put you to use as fertilizer.” Andrew teased as he flexed his asshole, making it ‘wink’ at the skull, reminiscent of the wink Stephan had shot him earlier.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as the dense log dropped, feeling his usual easy flow of waste start up. The loaves of shit, equally thick as the first but much softer began to run out of Andrew like a chocolate river; each one flowing out of him easily and wetly, pinching off every few feet. They were greasier than the first couple, and only the embedded bones and hair caused them to have any sort of structure as they flowed out of him to coil upon the ground.

Bones were common, acid bleached flecks that dotted ever growing shit heap; a finger here, a leg bone there, an entire spine caked in shit. Occasionally some partially digested clothing would make the rhythmic flow sputter for a moment before they two were launched wetly to splatter atop the waste pile before becoming buried themselves.

“ T-there’s so much.” Matt noted, observing the thick brown ropes arcing out of Andrew to coil upon the earth. “ I can feel it’s starting to hurt.”

“Yeah, ain’t used to eating this much. Guess that’s what thirteen peoples worth of poop will do to your hole, heh. Feels good too though.” Andrew said as another log, this one bearing three skulls glided out of his ass to slop atop the growing heap.

Then, the flow stopped abruptly, as the thick loaves sputtered out into a few wet farts. Andrew flexed experimentally, wondering if he had finished sooner than he had thought. When he felt the still intense pressure pressing outwards from his bowels, he had his answer: there was a blockage.

He groaned a sound of complaint and strained again, much more tired now as he pressed hard with his bowels, feeling them trying to push out whatever was stuck inside him.

“ Bone pile-up. Probably from eating to many people.” Matt taunted.

“ And yet I remember you enjoying the sensation.” Andrew retorted sharply, his breathing coming in sharp intakes as he strained. “Geez guys, I know you want out of my stinking ass but one at a time, okay?”

Andrew pushed hard again and with a dry fart and a clatter of bones, he was able to clear the blockage and expel the bones forcibly out of his ass to splatter into the shit heap. He craned his neck to look and was mildly surprised to see four skulls, their eye sockets caked with shit and five brown-streaked ribcages sticking out of the heap visibly. He was taken aback by the pile’s size, he felt he was barely halfway done, and it was already a few feet wide and nearly half as tall, coils of bone and clothing strewn crap piled high above the grass. Andrew was content he didn’t have to strain anymore, as the steady rope of shit began to glide out of him once more.

He stood there, shitting, for what must’ve been an hour, his hole tiring from staying open for so long. Three more skulls, a wardrobes worth of clothing, and a massive heap of shit sat behind him, still growing as he added loaf after loaf of poop. It was as he pinched off the last brown log he barely had to struggle or strain, it just slid up to and through his pucker to join the rest of the coils, landing wetly atop the loosest and most recent shit.

Andrew said as he straightened his back, cupping his asscheeks as he felt it ache after the strain of expelling ten people.

He turned to admire his handiwork, grabbing his cock with his other hand and dousing the heap with a gentle golden stream of warm piss as he surveyed it. It was impressive all right, nearly seven feet long and five feet high of long cascading coils of shit dotted with bones and flecks of identifying hair and other debris. And it stank to high heaven, and Andrew chuckled as he made a similar joke to himself.

“If I digested them while high, do they go to ‘high’ heaven?” Andrew joked.

“ Boo! Bad taste.” Matt teased.

“How was it for you?” Andrew said, angling his dick from side to side to cover the entire pile in steaming urine.

“ Intense. Orgasmic even.” Matt replied. “ But you are an idiot, maybe even a himbo. You didn’t need to eat that many people, all it did was upset your gut.”

“But you admit it was good.” Andrew said, shaking his dick twice and letting go as his stream turned into a few weak droplets.

“ Yeah.” Matt resigned. “Tell ya what. I’ll help you going forward. If…IF…you listen to me. Can start getting you healthier men to devour and where, and who knows…”

“Heh. Sounds like a deal.” Andrew said, heading inside and returning with his pants on and the clothes Stephan had taken off earlier. He wiped with them, leaving long brown streaks on his former friends’ white clothes before tossing them into the pile.

Andrew stood there and admired the pile once more as his hands moved to his belly, hips, and ass, feeling them now larger than they were before. Andrew rolled his eyes. “Ah damn, these guys made me fat. Coach is gonna kill me.”

“Oh?” Matt asked.

“We’ve got a big game tomorrow night, and I’ve definitely put on some pounds now.” Andrew said with huff. “Better call coach.”

Andrew pulled his phone out of his pocket and made the call. “Hey coach, don’t be mad but I may have a lot of good fertilizer for you to spread on the field tomorrow…”

End.

Come Monday morning, ‘ Advanced Introductions to Class Introductions and advancement’ would have to be cancelled, as every student had gone missing over the past few days with the exception of Andrew, who failed to attend. With no attending students, the class would be permanently cancelled for the semester, and Andrew would have to strike out and find a new easy class to pass.