
Dinner in the Park - Chapter 2 - Part 3 (Vore)
The following is a fourteen-part commission done by the amazing
WeWo, who was more than thrilled to continue the previous "Dinner in the Park" comic and join me in making it into a saga! It stars my Fur & Flesh deuteragonist, Jobe, and a new villain named Robert "Bob" Wyles, a man I happen to know and have met in real life.
Jobe opened one eye, then the other, and looked up to see what he’d hit. Or, rather, whom he’d hit.
It was another man. He was also not dark-skinned like a normal Aterean. He was tall, light-skinned, standing at a very high eight-foot-nine, and was greatly heavy-set. He wore glasses, had a fat, full face, short, brunet hair, wore a tan-colored shirt, and light-blue shorts.
The man's name was Robert Wyles, though he was known to most of his friends as "Bob." He was from Earth, and he hailed from the United States. His home was the city of Lakeland in the state of Florida. He'd lived there with his wife, but due to a condition that prevented her from her enjoying any kind of sexual activity, he had sought it elsewhere, and from other men.
Through that activity, he had learned about vore, and he had gotten very interested in it. Interested to the point of trying it out excessively on younger, smaller man. In a very short while, he was doing to any man he met. Whether they were interested or not.
He'd become a dedicated human predator.
Bob looked down at Jobe, a pleased smile on his face. “Here I was trying to find some dinner, and dinner came and found me,” he said.
Bob reached down and quickly grabbed Jobe around his waist, and then picked him up and threw him over his shoulder as he started to walk away to find a place to eat his meal in place.
“There are two of you?!” Jobe shouted, kicking his legs frantically, but futilely, in Bob's grip. It was clear that he knew exactly what this man was after, as well: a meal comprised principally of him. “What is this?! Who are you?!”
Part three of my commission by
WeWo_.

Jobe opened one eye, then the other, and looked up to see what he’d hit. Or, rather, whom he’d hit.
It was another man. He was also not dark-skinned like a normal Aterean. He was tall, light-skinned, standing at a very high eight-foot-nine, and was greatly heavy-set. He wore glasses, had a fat, full face, short, brunet hair, wore a tan-colored shirt, and light-blue shorts.
The man's name was Robert Wyles, though he was known to most of his friends as "Bob." He was from Earth, and he hailed from the United States. His home was the city of Lakeland in the state of Florida. He'd lived there with his wife, but due to a condition that prevented her from her enjoying any kind of sexual activity, he had sought it elsewhere, and from other men.
Through that activity, he had learned about vore, and he had gotten very interested in it. Interested to the point of trying it out excessively on younger, smaller man. In a very short while, he was doing to any man he met. Whether they were interested or not.
He'd become a dedicated human predator.
Bob looked down at Jobe, a pleased smile on his face. “Here I was trying to find some dinner, and dinner came and found me,” he said.
Bob reached down and quickly grabbed Jobe around his waist, and then picked him up and threw him over his shoulder as he started to walk away to find a place to eat his meal in place.
“There are two of you?!” Jobe shouted, kicking his legs frantically, but futilely, in Bob's grip. It was clear that he knew exactly what this man was after, as well: a meal comprised principally of him. “What is this?! Who are you?!”
Part three of my commission by

Category All / Vore
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