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title: Hyper Hunger
pubDate: 2022-12-05
authors: bad-manners
wordCount: 1300
contentWarning: >
  Contains: non-fatal size difference oral vore, willing anthro ambiguous male pred, unwilling feral dog prey, food stuffing, messy stomach with smells, hyper cock, auto-fellatio.
thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/stories/bm_ff_1_hyper_hunger.png
description: |
  Fulfilling some hungers sometimes requires some additional, unwilling help.
posts:
  eka: https://aryion.com/g4/view/884489
  furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51790185/
  weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~badmanners/submissions/2245818/hyper-hunger-vore-story
  inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/3009945
  sofurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1992317
  sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/s/JewQ7gYn
tags:
  - oral vore
  - anthro predator
  - feral prey
  - male predator
  - ambiguous gender prey
  - willing predator
  - unwilling prey
  - size difference
  - messy stomach
  - hyper
  - masturbation
  - flash fiction
---

He was sitting down naked at the table, patting his large belly, looking at all of that food that would be filling it very soon. A massive roasted turkey, a plate full of mashed potatoes, a big bowl of hot green bean soup, and a string of smoked sausages... Staring at everything he'd gotten for himself only made him hungrier, and his hyper cock twitched in anticipation.

His dog was sitting on the ground, the border collie whining at all of that food out of its reach.

"No crying, mutt. This is my food, not dog food." He smirked, bringing the plate of mashed potatoes closer to him.

With great ferocity, he started shoving the mealy dish with his bare hands into his mouth, swallowing the handfuls just as fast, each dry clump forced into his tight throat. He could feel each ball splat on the bottom of his very large stomach, until it formed a mound of potato starch paste, covering the entire floor of the organ when the plate was empty.

It felt dry in his mouth and weighty in his gut, so next he took the bowl of soup, turning the rim over his bottom lip. He held his breath and relaxed his throat, allowing the entire liquid to rush directly down his esophagus. The soup sloshed inside, falling at enough speed for the splashing to be heard outside, like emptying a bucket of water on the floor. The liquefied green beans now were mixing with the creamy potatoes and stomach juices, combining into some gnarly slime that still barely made an impact on his large belly's figure. He had set aside enough food today to feed eight regular people, but he was still so insatiable.

He didn't waste any time grabbing the next item: a whole chain of sausages. He popped the first one entirely into his mouth, closing his lips on the knot separating it from the second piece, and then sucking on it as it slipped into his throat. He closed his eyes, slurping and swallowing, feeling each sausage pop into his mouth, holding it in place, and then letting it join the next one in his neck. His hyper dick flinched in arousal and bumped the bottom of the table, knocking the rest of the string of sausages on the ground.

The border collie, which had been whining all along at the incredible meal it hadn't been invited for, now had a chance at a little taste while its owner wasn't looking. Its maw snagged the one on the opposite end of the string, trying to bite off a piece. But the cylindrical meat was sturdier than it looked, surviving all attempts from the canine's fangs at puncturing it. The herding dog wasn't discouraged, and kept trying to pull on it as if it was a toy rope that the dog just wouldn't give up on. In fact, as its owner kept swallowing more and more of the sausages, the border collie kept getting tugged on more and more, until its feet were off the ground, lifted above the chair, and then landed on his lap, causing him to open his eyes.

He was a bit annoyed at his dog's misbehavior, but now he had a smirk. "You know," he spoke effortlessly with a sausage still in his mouth, "mutt wasn't on the menu today, but if you insist..." He brought a hand behind its head and pushed, shoving the snout entirely into his own mouth. His tongue tasted around the fur, with sausages flailing in his hot chamber. He was licking at everything from the canine within reach, down from the collar and up to the ears. It kept whimpering more as it was grabbed from behind and shoved deeper into him... The dog had originally been relegated to an observer, but now it was getting promoted into a major role for this meal.

Without any hesitation or difficulty, he shoved more of the border collie down his throat. It struggled fruitlessly, with half of its body already being pressed by wet pulsing flesh from every direction. He grabbed the two back paws with his hand, and with the same voraciousness for the rest of his dishes, pushed the rest of the dog into his gaping maw, swallowing it down. Finally, he greedily slurped the fluffy tail, until it was gone down his esophagus too.

However messy the mutt's journey had been so far, no Manner of preparation would be enough for what awaited it in the stomach. The border collie got pushed into the cramped chamber, being forced to curl up tightly as it was shoved into the sticky and goopy slime, with solid pieces of sausage, still attached in a chain, taking out even more precious space. The sharp acrid smell attacked the dog's sensitive nose, and when it whimpered and flailed to try to escape, all it managed to do was get more of the uncomfortably hot, disgusting mix of fluids on every part of its body.

As it tried to settle in the hostile environment that was its owner's food chamber, the whining dog could feel new pieces of chewed food falling down where it was. Meat and skin of roasted turkey, in all kinds of bite sizes, was filling the stomach, even after the border collie had been eaten. A lot of grease was also being added into the hot pot of digesting food, causing the slimy mixture clinging to its fur to become even nastier. Being shoved down into the terribly smelling gut, treated like nothing but a side dish, had caused the pet-turned-prey to lose all of its appetite.

Looking at the empty plates and bony remains of the bird on the table, he used his finger to clean a few pieces of turkey stuck between his teeth. He started thinking out loud. "Haah, that was pretty nice... But I think that I'm forgetting something." He felt his giant cock pulse and expel more precum, a gallon of which had been pooling under the table. "Of course, my creamy dessert...!"

He pushed his chair back, and grabbed his member with both hands, aiming the tip directly into his mouth. Its head was ridiculously large, but fit inside without issue, as it was no match for his gluttony and lust. His huge ballsack was itching for release, and he started sucking himself, licking the salty and sweet tip of his urethra. He was motioning his head back and forth, rubbing his cock, until he finally reached his orgasm.

The ejaculation was very powerful, but his mouth devoured every drop. His stomach was getting a veritable waterfall of semen, and the dog's thrashing inside increased when it realized what was happening, with the spurting not showing any signs of stopping soon. His belly, which was already twice of its normal size, just kept getting bigger and bigger, and rounder and rounder, as his cum filled it. When the end of his ecstasy was mere moments away, there was likely more seed in his gut than all of the food and dog combined!

At last, his climax died down, and his mouth let go of his manhood. The hyper dick flung forward, causing him to lose balance and fall back on his chair, and hit the ground. His heavy belly jiggled wildly on impact, crushing the seat under him while pinning down the rest of his body. Now lying on the floor, completely unfazed by the fall, he licked his lips, wiping a strand of cum off of them. He forcefully patted his distended stomach, hearing the whimpering and sloshing inside, and rubbed it. After getting such a hearty meal, all that he could do was sigh contentedly.
