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GGGGBBLLLRRRR...
The shortstack Growlithe boy exhaled slowly as he scrolled through his Twitter feed for the third time in a row since he had boarded the car of the subway he was currently occupying. As usual, Skyler was bored. Very bored. He had already endured the hour-long commute to the university where he attended class once today, and he was now in the process of making the lengthy return trip home. It had been a particularly uneventful day, and so the already banal trip was made to be even more insufferable than usual. He just wanted to get home so he could relax, meet up with his friends online and salvage what remained of the day with some gaming. But alas, he was here.
GGGUURRGGGLLLEEE...
His eyes wandered from the screen of the phone in front of him to the compartment around him, looking at at the various articles of torn clothing and various paraphernalia that lay abandoned on the floor. It was if the people they have belonged to had just...disappeared. Which, as the fire-type thought about it, wasn't altogether far from the truth. He was a predator, after all, even if his short and slim physique often seemed impossibly at odds with the fact to the few friends he had confided in. There was a time when the prospect of eating even a single person alive and turning them into mush inside his gut would've seemed nauseating...even if it secretly excited a small part of him hidden in the dark recesses of his mind. Now, though...
GLLLOORRRPPP...
The noisy gurgling finally distracted the Growlithe boy for long enough for him to glance impassively at the enormous mass of densely-packed meat that bulged from his impossibly large stomach. It was staggeringly tall, enough so that it rose above eye-level from his seated position, and extended out across the aisle in front of him all the way to the row of red seats lining the opposite wall of the compartment. He'd lost track of many people were crammed inside. Five? Six? A dozen? The only thing that kept it from spilling out to his sides were the tall metal rods that dotted the center of the aisle: normally reserved as something for standing passengers to hold on to. The irony was not lost on him as he eyed the heaving mass of squirming bodies: watching for the occasional limb or terrified impression of a muzzle that appeared against the thinly-stretched skin, grasping for anything that might help them escape from the boiling vat of acid they were trapped inside. Sky stifled a yawn, already bored again. To anyone else the sight would've been horrifying, but to him it was just an ordinary day. He often used the lengthy trip as an opportunity to snack, moreso out of boredom than anything, and so it was that he had indulged on this latest group of passengers. They weren't people now, or even really worthy of being called prey. Just food. A fact which made it easy for him to tune out the muffled shouting and begging he occasionally picked up on as they pleaded with him to please just let us go. Nothing interesting: he had heard it all before.
SSQUEEELCH...
Skyler heard and felt a familiar squish as he shifted his attention from the display to casually adjust his position in the seat. Somewhat miraculously, his body had managed to stay almost entirely unchanged since he had begun his new "diet". Almost. The only evidence that remained of the dozens of people that had vanished inside his digestive tract was in the doughy layer of cushioning that padded his pudgy posterior. He grimaced, digging a hand into the soft layer of flesh underneath his too-small yoga pants to reassess the damage. He had, on a number of occasions, attempted a visit to the gym in order to work off the stubborn remains of his prey. But he had yet to find any success. Whether that was a consequence of his particular genetics, or his tendency to indulge on any muscled hunks he ran into in the locker room was up for debate. In any event, it looked like it was there to stay...for now. He only hoped his thick, almost voluptuous figure didn't lead his classmates to think he was a femboy or something. That would be embarrassing!
MMMP MMMPH MMP MMPHMM!!
Even through the flesh of his gut Skyler could hear the shouting inside rising in pitch and volume: signalling the onset of digestion in earnest. It didn't bother him, necessarily, but it was a bit of a chore to listen to. The nonchalant predator quickly flicked through his phone and pulled up his favorite playlist: cranking up the volume until his headphones all but drowned out the sloppy noises of digestion and muffled sobbing. Ah, that was better. He knew by the time he reached the station, the burgeoning mass in front of him would be reduced to a quickly-shrinking potbelly which he'd find someway to cram beneath his hoodie. He might get a few odd looks on the way home, sure, but that would be it. Before long the whole trip would be nothing more than a distant memory.
Skyler let out a sigh and went back to glancing at his feed, his mind drifting to more important matters: what he would eat when he got home, which games he would play with his friends. Ultimately, today was just another day for him.
Just another day...
Yet another vorish indulgence with Sky. I'm actually really happy with how this turned out! 
Floof does great work in general, but the casual display of gluttony here is just...fantastic. Make sure to check out his gallery as well: not only does he have a great style with meticulous linework, but it's full of incredibly sexy boys in equally attractive scenarios.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Pokemon
Size 1733 x 1026px
File Size 1.13 MB
I must say that, although I do not like fatal vore, I really love Skyler and this story. Mass predators are always exciting to me, they awaken a slight sense of fear but attraction towards them in me. And when they have that dominant attitude, I can not help but keep reading.
For that reason I hope to see more of this character and his hunger
For that reason I hope to see more of this character and his hunger
Well, I guess the most obious aspect of it is the sense of protection, wich is more powerfull when it's done between loved people. Another one could be (if consensual) an entire experience.
I mostly like it because I feel more confortable knowing that the prey is still good at the end of the scene. What can I say? I like happy endings
I mostly like it because I feel more confortable knowing that the prey is still good at the end of the scene. What can I say? I like happy endings
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