A misty evening dawns upon a dull, sultry scented scented dormitory complex, plotted with dim lights across the narrow path which Julien, a second year Marseille-born student with a strong, wobbly French accent, paces meekly down. Nothing was of note about his day, as had been the past few, where a tradition of long, calming walks alone had accompanied the boy's equally long days. With two hands kept neatly fit in jogging pants, he kept on a little smile as best he could all the time, which fit peachy with his well-kept turtleneck. Getting used to his new life, though it had been almost 3 years, was still difficult so far from home. He wasn't necessarily lonely, but a sense of oddity always arose from him when it came to relating with others so deeply. Part of that misaligned fitting in came from the norm of where he now lived.
 
Vore, a internationally recognized passion, was of course, legal, as it was in many parts of the world, but here, it was as common as kissing in public with a loved one. While back home, Julien knew about vore, it was not an often done thing, rather a romantic delicacy kept privately, but his trotting about had shown him the distinct reality of the relatively small city he moved into. Couples going into bathrooms, one coming out with a sloshing stomach. Paunched preds wobbling half-digested stomachs through store aisles. It was all so strange, but regardless, Julien had always been on edge about it. While he had girl friends who churned their boyfriends, and male friends ending up gurgled by their peers, Julien always wanted to try it himself, but the feeling never found its way to him.
 
At a sturdy 5'4, with a curly chestnut brown hair adorned on his head, the boy was small, but certainly not far from being perfect predator material for his preyish colleagues. He knew it, but never had the courage to ask around, nor did he exactly desire to be filled as per his fears about the process and the results, expecting so much in gains from a male to be embarrassing. Being so reserved anyways, it was not like he would go out of his way for it, nor accept a request to devour another student, but strangely, he still sometimes stayed up late thinking about what it'd be like to be so full and so shapen.
 
Daydreaming to himself, listening to the light breeze and pacing deep breaths into the crisp air, Julien rested on the centre of a well used wooden bench, nestled in a rather dim spot. He let down his arms to his sides, then went to stretch, feeling his little body reach as much as it could. He yawned, his peachy expression so full of life but yet so tired. As he stretched, his arms raised, his guard fell, and his head rested slightly. Believing himself relaxed and carefree so much as to fall into sleep, he tried staying awake, jolted untimely by a quick, embracing feeling around his body.
 
From behind him, came two arms, one underneath his left and over the shoulder again, and the other placed firm, but still softly on the other shoulder to his puffy breast. The sudden movement shook the boy, but only for a moment, after hearing the familiar voice of a classmate on one side in a half mocking, half complimenting tone;
 
'Hey pretty boy, what'cha doin' out here by yourself?..'
 
Julien was confounded, stuttering to speak and frozen both in fear and inability to comprehend what he could possibly do in this situation. He couldn't apprehend him, nor escape, but at the least he knew the student, and knew how out of the ordinary this personality was for him. The assailant leans his head over his shoulder, peering down. The hand drawn over his chest goes to grope at his unexposed tummy, lifting easily up the sweater and feeling about the soft, clean, unfattened virgin belly underneath.
 
'Y'know, you've got quite a flat gut there, sweetheart. What say we fill that poor hungry thing up? Look, you 'aven't got any meat on it..!'
 
His embracing, warm hands strewn across Juliens correctly hungry gut fished around by its fingers for the feeling of anything inside. Still embraced on one arm, he took it in one hand and came to Julien's front, facing him, then crouching down, one hand grasping his wrist both firm and gentle like the mane of a cat, while the other came to Julien's jaw. The two locked eyes, where he noticed the identity of his captor, Connor, a well spoken, considerate student, who Julien had run into a few times in his years.
 
Connor's warm hold lifted up Julien's meek, quivering hand, holding it gently between each finger, which Connor curled into a soft embrace. It seemed to Julien, that he was both trying to keep him there, assertively, but also trying to entice the boy into swallowing him one way or another.
 
'You poor, poor little dearie, no boyfriend to keep your hips happy? If you don't mind, I'd love to take a tour of your guts for you-..'
 
A forced chuckle came from the man, who standing once more towered over Julien, nearly 6'2. Strangely enough, the boy did consider him quite handsome, not just for his looks, but for a certain flair to his personality, which made all this so much more confusing.
 
'You don't gotta say a word honey, I'll make that decision up for you-..'
 
With one strong arm at his back, Julien was lifted up off his seat, legs trembling and head full of contrasting thoughts. Leaned into an embrace, his pearly eyes only reaching the Connors collarbone, he was met with a gentle hug and a deep sigh from him, both hands coming along his back, meeting down at the tailbone, kneading all the way as if to soothe his worries. Then, in one quick moment, the two hands gripped the waistband of his garments and pulled down the jogging pants to the ground, leaving Julien entirely exposed, flourishing rod bouncing in the air, unceremoniously flat bottom met with the misty breeze.
 
Julien was completely shocked. His tip twitched for a moment. Why was this something he was enjoying? Was it the pretence of vore to come, or was he so degraded of love so much that this was enjoyable to him? Regardless, as Connor stood up, holding at the tip of his hand the wobbling shaft presented to him, he smiled, giving the tip a little rub.
 
'You're little everywhere else, hm? I bet I'd balance you out nicely-..'
 
Julien's hands came close to his turtleneck, trying to hide his expression as Connor drew off his own shirt, revealing a neatly kept, finely built body. For a second, Julien considered why he might, as someone so pretty as him, be resorting to forcing himself up the ass of some twink, but he didn't have much time to think. Connor came close, grazing his hands across Julien's back, pressing his firm abs against Julien's empty stomach, and the bulge beneath his pants against the sensitive shaft, comparatively dwarfing it. Julien winced as the large, precise hands pampered his bottom, grabbing at what little fat there was and rubbing at his thighs.
 
Moving him to the bench, he turned Julien around with hands on his love handles, bending him forcefully over, to which Julien did not bother to resist. He grasped at the top of the bench and tried to calm himself, but the sounds of a belt falling sealed what was to come. The poor boy's puckered hole was soon to be filled, but his flimsy tummy was what he considered most vulnerable.
 
'We'll go slow for ya', don't want my little predator feelin' sore-.. I'm sure your famish rear's plenty strong enough, knowin' how horny you are.'
 
A pat, a simple tap atop Julien's bottom began sealing Connor's fate, as he easily spread open the boy's vulnerable hole, prodding it with one pointer finger. Hearing Julien squeak, he tried to be slow, but figured it'd be best to get in before he took it back. A deep, slurping sensation befell Julien as his insides seemed to contort on their own, swallowing whole the arm of his assailant within seconds. It seemed his body was aggressively horny, but his mind was drifting all over.
 
Connor too was surprised, getting absorbed further than expected. Before either knew what was happening, the devouring hole which drew in more of its prey gulped in untimely the broader man's head, met with muffled, erotic groans in part pleasure and erratic confusion. The other arm, still outside, stroked at Julien's thighs, grasping at whatever could be pampered. The wandering arm found the peachy sack hung below the swallowing body, cupping it nicely, before for a moment, it could stroke his twitching cock, then slip into his churning depths.
 
Julien was completely full. His body had never experienced something like this before. His tummy bulged with a pretty sight, gurgling and hot. From his unready asshole to his groaning stomach, his entire body felt packed with meat. The boy's legs pushed against the concrete tiles making the pathway while his hands grasped the boards of the bench. From his tightly shut lips, he began to whimper out in a high pitch, before panting hot and steaming breaths. His body thrust forward and back, slurping and swallowing more of the student inside as his curling, sloshing gut pressed against the bench.
 
The feeling was so alien to him, being so stretched, but as the last of his meal was gulped in, he tried to settle. A churning stomach, full and shapen to the man's body squirmed, pelted with loving rubs and gurgles. His tip was frosty with juice but he tried to hold back. Exhausted, he lay motionless and panting as his tummy rocked and sloshed, hands pushing around every inch of it. Rhythmically, he pushed his stomach down, his hips throbbing in and out as his legs shook to push. After a moment of moving around, the insides of Julien's gut felt full, rounded out, sweetened by the trickling pushes from inside.
 
With a body so hungry, so outrageously horny, and a host so tired out, all Julien could do was watch and listen as his voracious gut chugged the digesting man inside within a matter of minutes. It squeezed, compressing the insides and begging for relief, to which Julien's member throbbed. He wanted to let loose his lips and moan so girlishly into the darkness but he knew any sight of what he was doing would make him the talk of the whole city, and the token man-eating whore in the minds of most. This he didn't want, and was desperate to get his churning mass off as fast as he could. Like a series of waves, he pushed on his tummy with his groin, sloshing it forth and causing his gurgles to erupt even more.
 
The pushing from inside, as Julien's groaning guts began to digest hard, crushing in, began to slow down, and eventually stop. His exposed back felt tender in the misty air, while his exposed hole, still sore, began feeling a little more comforted as his ass began to thicken. Hot movements inside his body rocked, and in moments, he could feel his body getting fatter. While his top felt slip, his thighs began to bloat with meat, packing on in layers of gulping slush from inside. Peeps began slipping from his maw as he shook, but yet the feeling was too good.
 
His pearly white chest, topped with bubbly nipples puffed, and his balls began to swirl lightly with a soft filling. With each push, he felt the body inside him degrade into sludge and his paunchy bottom get fatter. Multitudes of crushing pushes gulped further, to which Julien quaked and trembled, feeling more control over his body as his slushing guts crept further into his sweater's embrace. Leaving for his walk only 40 minutes earlier, Julien would return a fattened, thick bottomed prince of man mulching, as it seemed to him. He began to understand what the appeal was for all this, and with that, he urged his tummy on more, pushing on it with his hands to swallow more digesting bunches of soupy meat.
 
Two thick bubbles of fat sloshed out from Julien's rear, adorned on top of thighs stacked high and pretty, pinched at both ends. After a while, the boy felt the need to stretch once more, his tenderly exposed body far too used to the open air. He jumped for a moment, realizing, and ducking down to get his bottom back on. He tucked it up to his thighs, which almost reached to his waistline, but not quite. He would, for now, have to do with a fattened rear exposed for anyone behind to witness. Raising his arms and stretching his sore body, his gurgling, fat tummy lurched and glorped with ecstasy, guzzling the last of the boiling meat.
 
Settling to head home and rest, Julien toyed with his fattened ass for a moment, his heart filling with a feeling of fullness on every inch of his thighs. Moving aside the leftover clothing to not be so seen, he only then realized that the man that once wore them was now sloshing on his ass, but it was not a thing Julien minded much anymore. Prancing off, it took a while to get used to the new steps, but eventually, he would make it safely to bed, undisturbed, and plenty comfy from behind.