WARNING: This story contains M/M vore , oral vore , masturbation, multiple prey, graphic digestion, graphic disposal, cruel male pred , weight gain, gas, fatal vore , and urine.

NOTE: This takes place in an AU where 1. There is no Killing Game, and 2. Everyone goes to the same college.

Kokichi Ouma was bored.

He paced the hallways restlessly, humming under his breath as he pondered on what to do with his time. He briefly considered going to hang out with his friends, but that train of thought was halted nearly immediately by Kokichi's realization that he didn't have any friends. Everyone in the college dorms either despised him, thought of him as an annoyance, or just straight up didn't realize he existed. So, with nothing better to do, Kokichi decided to go grab a snack from the vending machine down the hall.

He must have searched for a full ten minutes, checking every hallway at least thrice, completely unaware that the vending machine had been moved to the lobby downstairs. "Come on, it's gotta be somewhere..." Kokichi muttered under his breath, checking the hallway outside his dorm for what must have been the fifth time. His fruitless hunt ended when he came across the last person he had wanted to see.

Kaito Momota .

Kokichi had grown to dislike the space obsessed jock, always working out, flexing his muscles or talking about some chick he wanted to bang, not like he'd ever gotten some in his life. He was all muscles, no brain, and the girls in the dorms just weren't into that anymore. They wanted a nice guy. Not a "nice guy", but a guy who was sincere, kind, and most importantly, smart.

Kaito was none of those things.

"Sup, Ouma . Looking for a chick desperate enough to suck your dick, I presume?" Kaito released a hearty laugh, slapping his knee as Kokichi fumed, already pissed off from his lack of success in his quest for the vending machine, with Kaito certainly not helping him feel any better. If anything, the jock was just infuriating Kokichi even more.

"Fuck off, Momota ..." Kokichi growled, though Kaito didn't take the hint. Instead, he decided to push his luck even further, grinning as he poked at the purple haired twink's weak spots.

"Does anyone in these dorms even like you? No, because you're a fucking little prick. You're constantly pulling gross pranks, intruding on conversations, and generally making a nuisance of yourself. Little bitch." Kaito ended his little monologue by laughing and giving Kokichi a light slap in the face.

Kokichi responded with a hard knee to the groin, Kaito doubling over and shouting out with pain. It took the jock a few moments to recover from the hit, but when he did, he growled, eyes alight with fury as he glared at Kokichi. "Oh, you like to hurt people, you little cunt? I'll fucking show you!" Kaito snarled, raising his fist to deliver a punch to Kokichi that would most likely knock at least a few teeth out, if not just break his jaw altogether. Kokichi shut his eyes tightly, preparing for the collision...

...The collision that never came. Instead, Kokichi grunted as he felt his mouth stretch painfully around something, though the pain vanished as, with a click, his jaw seemingly unhinged. Kokichi slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with a harrowing sight.

Kaito was crying out in pain and confusion as he desperately tried to free his arm from the confines of Kokichi's mouth, which was stuck within the depths of Kokichi's throat about an inch past the elbow, Kokichi's neck bulging almost comically around the intruding limb. Kaito tugged hard, whining as he struggled to pull his hand from Kokichi's throat. Faced with this disturbing act against the very laws of nature, Kokichi did the only thing he could think to do in his current situation, as horrific as it was.

He swallowed.

Instantly, Kaito was pulled in, all the way to his shoulder, his head smacking against Kokichi's with a dull clunk, briefly disorientating both boys. After a moment, Kokichi swallowed again, being met with an intense pressure as his jaw strained to fit the jock's head in, Kaito letting out one last cry before his face was engulfed, quickly followed by the rest of his head. A stream of muffled protests came from within Kokichi's maw, Kaito raising an arm to Kokichi's head in an attempt to push the twink off of him.

Instead, all he succeeded in doing was shoving his hand into Kokichi's already gaping jaw, stretching it even more as his arm was instinctively pulled in up to the shoulder, the throat muscles tensing around his arms as they were sucked downwards, bulging out Kokichi's neck. Kaito felt an intense pressure, Kokichi releasing a quiet muffled whimper before letting out a soft groan as he felt Kaito's arms beginning to enter his stomach. The organ was empty, minus the fluids, and Kaito could already feel his flesh beginning to tingle as Kokichi continued to swallow him.

Another gulp brought Kaito in past his shoulders, Kokichi beginning to take in the jock's torso, feeling the man stretching his gut further as he continued to swallow him, his throat bulging almost painfully as it took in Kaito's shoulders. Kaito continued to squirm, thrashing and wiggling in Kokichi's throat, feeling the tight walls rubbing against his skin, crushing and clenching around him like a vice. Kokichi's legs began to tremble, his whole body shaking as he swallowed again.

There was another pressure within him, even stronger than before, and for a second Kokichi was afraid he was going to burst. However, it vanished as quickly as it had come, being replaced with the most intense feeling of fullness that Kokichi had ever experienced. It didn't take a genius to realize what had happened. Kaito's head had reached Kokichi's stomach, and as Kokichi swallowed again, it was quickly joined by his shoulders as his mouth pulled in Kaito up to his hips. Kokichi moaned shamelessly, though it was muffled through the meat in his mouth, hands trembling as they began to stroke and massage his bulging gut, tracing the outline of Kaito's head with a finger, his tongue pressing against the jock's clothes, which were so soaked in saliva that Kokichi could taste the natural musky flavor of the jock through the fabric.

Swallowing again, Kokichi began to take in Kaito's legs, the strong muscular limbs being sucked in as if they were just hunks of meat which, to Kokichi at least, they were. At this point, Kokichi's gut had popped the buttons in his jacket, now hanging over his waist as it gurgled and growled loudly, already beginning to churn around Kaito's cramped form. Kokichi quivered as he ran his hands over the bulge, feeling the form of Kaito's upper body contained within him. The boy groaned out as he felt Kaito squirming inside of him, pressing his hands into the slimy walls, the outline of the digits briefly flashing on Kokichi's gut before the churning forced Kaito to remove his hands, lest they be crushed into a position where they'd easily snap. Swallowing again, Kokichi brought in Kaito up to his knees, the man's torso beginning to slide into his gut, forcing the jock into a fetal position as he was squeezed on all sides by Kokichi's stomach muscles, the boy grunting as his stomach stretched painfully around Kaito's body.

Another swallow brought in Kaito's legs up to his feet, forcing the jock even deeper into Kokichi's slimy swollen stomach, the organ straining as it took in more and more of the jock's body, Kokichi's gut bulging obscenely as Kaito writhed within. Kokichi paused, first to remove Kaito's shoes and socks (he didn't need those in his gut), and then to savor the flavor emanating from Kaito's bare feet, his tongue dancing over the meaty surface, coating it in a thick layer of saliva as the twink took in more and more of that amazing, tantalizingly addictive savory flavor. It tasted of the world's most delicious rare steak, of the most flavorable sausages and ham. With a muffled moan, Kokichi tipped his head back, allowing gravity to slide his meal the rest of the way down his throat, the muscles rippling as Kaito slowly slid down into Kokichi's hellish gut. With a final choking gulp, Kokichi groaned shamelessly as Kaito disappeared down his throat, grunting as his jaw clicked back into place. Kokichi sighed, running a hand over his stomach, licking his lips as he patted his painfully full belly.

"Wow... just... wow..." Kokichi muttered to himself, swaying where he stood. He could barely stand from the weight of his gut, and as he waddled his way to his dorm where he could safely digest the jock, he found himself almost toppling over more times than he could count. Finally arriving at the door of his dorm, Kokichi took a moment to admire the globe that was his gut, biting back a moan as he not only saw but felt Kaito struggle within him, before stumbling into his dorm, shutting the door behind him and collapsing back on his bed, feeling it creak beneath the combined weight of him and his stomach, Kaito's body rocking painfully against his other organs.

Kokichi groaned, feeling Kaito thrash within him, the walls of his gut bulging out obscenely as the jock kicked and punched at the slimy membrane, straining Kokichi's skin as he struggled in the depths of the boy's gut. Within Kokichi's stomach, it was hot, roasting hot in fact, and Kaito found himself panting heavily as sweat ran down his brow, writhing in the shorter boy's belly, the walls rubbing and grinding away at him. Already, the jock's skin was beginning to rash from the constant irritation, the slight sting turning into a constant burn as more and more of the man's flesh was ground to the point of inflaming, a thick rash spreading everywhere from his calves to his shoulders. Kaito whimpered, softly at first, though it grew louder as the rash grew stronger, further irritated by the constant sensation of the acids working away at his sore skin, the dull sting soon progressing into a burning pain and then a boiling agony as patches of Kaito's skin began to slough off, floating in the pool of acids that surrounded him. Kaito howled in pain as the stomach fluids worked away at the sensitive skin of his thighs and crotch, the clear, mildly green fluid beginning to turn a faint crimson as blood slowly leaked from the wounds that had begun to dot Kaito's lower body, the jock at this point crying openly as the fact that he was going to die here finally hit him, crashing into him like a tidal wave.

Kokichi groaned out in ecstasy, running a hand over his gurgling gut, a smile blossoming on his lips as he managed to make out the faint sounds of Kaito's howls of pain, his tongue lolling out as he panted, eyes half lidded, able to feel every last one of Kaito's desperate struggles for survival. It felt incredible. Kokichi moaned again, louder this time, as he felt Kaito kick violently at his stomach walls in an attempt to rip his way out, an attempt that would end with Kokichi's stomach tensing around Kaito, gripping him like a vice. Kokichi felt a few wiggles, heard a few snaps as his stomach walls slowly crushed the jock, each accompanied by a scream of pain from the boy's meal, sending sadistic shivers of pleasure up Kokichi's spine. Grunting, Kokichi flopped to the side, eyes shut tight as he stroked his churning gut, feeling Kaito's futile struggles within him, the movement of Kokichi turning to his side causing Kaito's entire body to slosh in his stomach, further irritating the man's rashes, open wounds and broken bones, drawing a choked scream from the jock. Sighing, Kokichi slowly opened his eyes...

...Only to be met with the sight of Rantaro Amami, standing in the open doorway, jaw practically on the floor.

Kokichi didn't have time to think. Next thing he knew he was on his feet, stumbling over to Rantaro , who looked like he was about to scream, which would possibly alert the nearby dorms to what was happening. Kokichi didn't want to risk that, and so that was why he found himself using his gut to slam Rantaro into the doorframe, just as Rantaro was turning to flee and get help. This action resulted in Rantaro's head smacking into the hard wood, knocking the boy out cold, who then collapsed to the ground, a light trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Kokichi wasted no time, dragging Rantaro into the room by his ankle and shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it this time before, with a grunt, lifting Rantaro up by the shoulders. He held him there for a moment, just admiring the boy's unconscious face, before heaving him up to his face and, with a click of his jaw unhinging, slipping Rantaro's head into his mouth.

Instantly, Kokichi moaned. Unlike Kaito, who was beefy and tough, Rantaro tasted fluffy and almost sweet, like some kind of rich pate, and as Kokichi swallowed down the boy's head, beginning to take in those lean, lithe shoulders, he found himself groaning softly from the flavor alone, each gulp seeming to drag on for an eternity. Kokichi's legs shook as he swallowed down Rantaro , his gut bouncing with every thick gulp, the muscles of his throat rippling ceaselessly as he consumed the much slimmer boy. This meal was far less well chiselled than his last one, but this didn't detract from Kokichi's enjoyment as he slowly explored Rantaro's body with his tongue, pulling in more of that addictive taste as he forced the boy down his throat, swallowing hard and taking in more of his arms, along with his chest. There was a wiggle inside Kokichi's throat, followed by a muffled groan of confusion, quickly followed by a frantic shout of realization as Rantaro began to writhe within the boy's tight throat, drawing a moan from Kokichi as the boy squirmed inside him.

Swallowing again, Kokichi winced as that intense pressure came again, though slightly less painful this time, and it soon faded into ecstasy as Rantaro's head popped into his stomach, a startled cry and a muffled shout of " Momota ?!" coming from Kokichi's churning gut. Kokichi groaned out in pleasure as he swallowed again, forcing more of Rantaro into his belly, moaning and whimpering as his stomach began to swell, somehow growing even larger than it already was, filled with the meat from two squirming, writhing men. Collapsing back on the bed, Kokichi forced himself into a sitting position, the bottom half of Rantaro still hanging from his mouth. With a loud groan, he swallowed again, forcing Rantaro even deeper into his gut, the boy's legs now the only part of his body not inside of Kokichi. Kokichi paused, savoring the confused squirms from his nearly immobile prey as they were forced tightly together in the confined space, the duo wiggling and writhing within Kokichi, who was groaning in bliss as he grabbed his stomach by the sides with each hand, feeling his double meal struggling inside him as he mewled and moaned.

Tossing his head back, Kokichi once again let gravity aid Rantaro's trip into his gut, his legs sliding down that bulging throat like noodles, slowly, very slowly, Kokichi panting and groaning in ecstasy the entire time. This was, hands down, the best day of his life. Not only did he get to dispose of two of the most annoying students in the entire college, he got to stuff himself full of their whole bodies at the same time. He didn't just get to kill them, oh no, he got to eat them. Alive. He groaned, louder still, as Rantaro's legs continued to slip into the embrace of his body, his hands placed firmly on his gut, feeling it writhe and churn in his grip. Finally, after what must have been almost five whole minutes, Rantaro's legs had slipped in all the way to his feet, at which point Kokichi paused, savoring their flavor once last time, tongue dancing over the soles, groaning as that rich flavor was seared into his memory, before swallowing hard, sending Rantaro down to the hellish furnace of his gut.

Clicking his jaw back into place, Kokichi sighed, patting his stomach and licking his lips. Pulling himself up on to the bed, Kokichi groaned shamelessly as he watched his meals thrashing inside of him, their bodies already being processed down into a disgusting slurry of waste, nutrients, and fat. There was a thick groan from his gut and, tossing his head back, Kokichi released an absolutely earthshaking belch, his stomach tightening around his meals as a good chunk of the air in his stomach was stolen from them. Stroking the bulge, Kokichi moaned, feeling his prey's struggles lessening as they were compacted so tight they could barely move. There was a loud snap, and a high pitched shriek from Rantaro , quickly followed by several more snaps and cracks, each accompanied by a howl of pain from one or both of the stomach's occupants. Kokichi groaned, each shriek and strangled scream making his groin throb with an evergrowing heat, the supreme leader grunting as he felt the fabric of his pants becoming tighter by the second. Reaching around his bulge (which took quite a bit of effort), Kokichi began to slowly tug his pants down, followed by his underwear, releasing his cock from its confines, which throbbed rhythmically, clearly hungry for attention.

Kokichi gasped as he gripped his cock, his free hand rubbing at his gut as he began to slowly stroke himself, his arm deliberately pressed deep into his gut. He wanted them to know he was masturbating to their pain, he wanted them to know that their agony was only giving him even more pleasure. "God... fuck... hnngh ... haah ..." the supreme leader moaned, deliberately tuning his voice in the hopes that the duo would realize what he was doing. With a soft groan, he jerked himself harder, able to feel his double meal squirming more and more frantically inside him as his heavy breathing slowly but surely replenished their air. With every kick, Kokichi would jolt, releasing a breathy groan as his meals were processed, digestion already working hard judging by the constant cries of pain that emitted from his stomach. Jerking even harder, Kokichi moaned, feeling his stomach tensing repeatedly from the pleasure, each clench bringing another snap or crack, another strangled shriek, another bolt of perverse pleasure up the boy's spine. Kokichi panted, able to feel his meals writhing inside him getting weaker and weaker as they were slowly compacted into a more moldable shape, their skeletons being abused by the constant pounding of Kokichi's stomach walls.

Kokichi's orgasm came quickly. His back arched, hips thrusting against his hand, shaking as his gut churned faster and faster, his meals having gone mostly silent, only releasing the occasional moan of pain or even a plead for death on occasion, something which almost made Kokichi cum on the spot the first time it happened. Kokichi mewled, moaned and groaned, each louder than the last, feeling the pleasure building, building, building, until it exploded through his body, the boy crying out in ecstasy as he came hard, cum spurting from the tip of his cock and landing on his dome of a gut, which tensed around his prey, a final hard snap drawing an agonized shriek from the otherwise exhausted Kaito as one of his legs was completely snapped in half by the muscles. The clench also had the side effect of releasing most of the air from Kokichi's stomach, which escaped his body with a tremendous belch, strands of hair and scraps of clothing drifting to the floor, landing in a pool of saliva which had begun to soak its way into Kokichi's carpet.

Kokichi groaned as his stomach continued to gurgle and churn around its prey, the only sound coming from within being Rantaro's soft sobbing, Kaito having already passed out from sheer pain. As his stomach churned noisily, Kokichi laughed, knowing that he had completely conquered the two boys he had eaten. He had completely dominated them. He had won.

With a final laugh, Kokichi dozed off to the sweet lullaby of his stomach processing his king sized meal.

As Kokichi slept, his stomach worked ever harder on its gigantic meal, enzymes working their way through Kaito and Rantaro's bodies, their flesh reddening and skin sloughing off as they were slowly dissolved. Kaito was lucky, being unconscious up until he finally passed away, acid flooding his internal organs as his chest was dissolved. Rantaro was less fortunate, forced to feel every second of his digestion, Kokichi's stomach fluids hard at work breaking him down into chyme, his muscles tearing apart as the soft parts of his body turned to sludge, his eyelids and eyeballs running down his face in a white and red stream, his teeth coming loose and falling into the soup as acid got into his mouth, melting his jaws and oozing down his throat, dissolving his internal organs, corroding everything it touched. It was only when the acid melted through his skull into his brain that he finally, mercifully, died, the last sensation he'd ever feel being that of Kaito's body twitching and jerking against his as acid frayed the jock's raw nerves, the few muscles he had left spasming and twitching as his nerves were digested. All through the night, their cold, dead bodies continued to be processed, broken down into a more unified slurry of sickening slop, the crimson soup mixed in with fragments of clothing and bone, which floated in the bubbling goo. This goo was then funnelled into Kokichi's small intestine, the chyme slowly being stripped of nutrients and fat as it travelled through Kokichi's body, his intestines swelling out with the foul soup of gore. By the time it reached his large intestine, the goo had shrunk significantly, though there was still enough to swell his gut out quite nicely, which burbled happily around its meal, now coated with a few extra layers of fat. It was about dawn when the goop finally reached Kokichi's colon, at this point having long been processed, all the nutrients and fat stripped from the gore, a heaping ton of waste matter being all that remained of the two men. Their hopes, dreams, their very lives had lead up to being nothing more than fat on Kokichi's body. He had won.

--DETAILED DISPOSAL BELOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.- -

By the time Kokichi woke up, the pressure on his ass was extraordinary. He grunted, cradling his still bloated abdomen in his hands, beginning to waddle over to the miniature bathroom attached to his dorm. " Hnn ... Come on, you guys! Have... have some patience!" Every step hurt, his colon stretched painfully around roughly 80 pounds of shit, the rest of their remains having been added to his body as either nutrients or fat. Even moving as fast as he could in his current position, Kokichi barely made it to the toilet in time, the first log already sliding from his anus by the time he got his pants down, smacking his ass down on the toilet seat at near lightning speed.

The first log was huge, easily a foot long and almost as thick as Kokichi's arm, spreading his hole wide as it slid out, dense and firm from its time in his rectum. Kokichi winced in pain, though it soon turned into a soft moan of relief as the turd fell from his ass and landed in the bowl with a thunk , speckled with strands of hair and chunks of bone. A thick bubble of air, which clearly had been in Kokichi's rectum for a while judging by the length of it, blasted from his colon, noisily filling up the room with an absolutely retch inducing stench. Kokichi, however, simply inhaled the smell, savoring how it made his nostrils burn and eyes water, his stomach gurgling loudly as the fart was followed by the next log, a few inches smaller than the first one, and far softer, almost squishing into the bowl as it came slipping out, the sheer size of the log making Kokichi groan as it slid effortlessly from his ass. The next few logs came easily, so soft it was almost like they just poured out from between Kokichi's asscheeks , rapidly filling up the toilet bowl with bone flecked shit, almost every turd followed by another rush of gas, the room quickly filling up with Kokichi's potent fumes.

Every inch of each hot steaming, burning log was an absolute delight to Kokichi, who moaned freely as he released his bowels, every inch of every turd absolute bliss to the boy. It was after the fifthteenth log or so that Kokichi felt a rush of even softer, almost liquid feces pouring from his anus like a torrent, quickly coating the shit with a thick layer of gooey, mushy crap, the poop almost a fluid due to having spent most of the night in Kokichi's upper intestines, thanks to his large intestine being mostly filled with the processed remains of his meal. Kokichi groaned with ecstasy as the feces rushed from his asshole like some kind of poop waterfall, the sensation of shitting out what had once been human beings utterly intoxicating to the supreme leader. The shit rapidly filled the toilet bowl, and as Kokichi continued to empty his bowels, he moaned out as his bladder began to empty as well, his urine quickly beginning to pool in the bottom of the bowl, turning the water bright yellow. The shit was a constant, ceaseless flow of goopy, liquid feces, speckled with chunks of bone and strands of hair, the only sign that Kokichi's meal had once been two human men. Finally, both streams came to an end, Kokichi moaning as his ass pinched the final, tiny log, the toilet filled up past the rim with crap.

Kokichi slowly began to stand up, but abruptly hunched over, grunting in pain. He strained, feeling something far too large and firm making its way down his rectum, stretching his anal walls wide. "Come on... come on..." he groaned, feeling his hole spread open around the object as it travelled through his colon. There was a disgusting splat, followed by the sound of another object exiting Kokichi's anus and landing next to the first one, the spectacle finishing off with a bassy blast of gas from Kokichi's rear. The supreme leader turned around, and was shocked to see two relatively intact skulls on top of the pile, both filled with shit and stained a deep yellow from their time in Kokichi's digestive system. Picking up a piece of toilet paper, Kokichi wiped his ass and discarded it into the heaped pile of shit, not even trying to flush that monster of a dump. He could deal with it later.

Strolling out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, Kokichi made his way over to the mirror, admiring his figure. He now had a rather large potbelly, the supreme leader giggling as he poked the fat, his hands rubbing at the pudge, licking his lips as he jiggled his gut, watching the fat wiggle around as it was jostled in his hands. Turning around, Kokichi stared at his ass and thighs, his once loose-fitting clothing now straining to hold them in, his butt alone easily triple the size of the second fattest ass in college (which just so happened to belong to Miu Iruma), each one of Kokichi's globe-like asscheeks big enough for the supreme leader to sink his fingers in almost to the knuckles. Kokichi groaned as he tugged down his pants, groping his much fatter ass and giving it a light spank, his eyes wandering down to his tree trunk thighs, which complimented his ass perfectly, the fat soft to the touch as he massaged himself. Tugging his pants back up, Kokichi turned around, taking one last look at his new body, admiring the way his new fat curved and rolled over his formerly lithe and skinny form. Strolling over to his bed, Kokichi collapsed back, sighing as he snuggled into the covers. His stomach gurgled happily, clearly pleased with its king-sized feast.

Within the maelstrom of emotions and thoughts that clouded Kokichi's mind, one thought was an absolute constant to the ultimate supreme leader, and that was the fact that he couldn't wait to have a meal that size again.

Kokichi's stomach growled with anticipation.