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(Story written roughly 2 years ago,it is pretty extreme IMHO)

The Throwdown at Throdown's Belly.

A X rated story with Lots of vore, some cooking, some AV, and lots of crudness

Story by talonsaurn

Simon The Flamdraemon stared, he couldn't help it. He felt far smaller in almost every way.. his fancy armor , the bulge in the monsters pants included.. it was a growlmon he thought,the markings were right.. it was huge, over twenty feet tall..at least.. it was wide... wide as he was tall he thought.. it was built like a tank... and hopefully just as bright. The thick muscular legs, powerful tail and big gut all spoke to threatening him though. Especially when it looked down on him, and let its claws twitch, It was naked except for a pair of tight fitting jeans pants.. No "Real" weapon.. and yet it loomed over him.. perspiration glimmered on his body under the streetlight... that was only up to his chest..

Simon's day had started quite well, he had just gotten paid, and found a wonderful set of armor dumpster diving... he even spent a few credits to get it appraised, and it was magical... He had been so elated on finding it that he had worn it immediately. He had yet to find much magic about it... He tried to lift great wegihts.. no luck.. he didn't seem any faster.. but still.. if its magic.. its good. He went back to work at the digi dinner and worked the late shift. Coming home at midnight was nothing new for him.. what was new was finding this gargantuan beast standing idly over his front door. Leaning back and leting his tail block the entrance.

"Hey cuttie" Throwdown said, arms crossed, belly out, legs together

"Who are you" Simon said, voice wavering. What are you doing here?"

"This your place kid" Throdown said.. "Names Throwdown... and this is a shakedown. " He bend forward and coughed up a little smoke, letting tendrils rise from his nose "And since you came back first your going to pay first. Strip naked, everything off your body"

Simon gulped, His knees knocked. His lithe form stood still. " But I don't owe any money." Then he thought better of being brave. "Most of my money is inside.." "Thats all?" Throwdown said with derision. "I took all of that already, and anything else that looked halfway decent... He patted one of his giant pockets. It bulged out a bit." Look kid, your scared, So just get yourself undressed, leave it all, and i'll settle for that.

Simon Backed up "I will NOT" He got into a crouch "I will not, and you will give me back my stuff... I'm a Digmion Warrior! I will beat you up if you don't leave my place right now! I am skilled in the marial arts!

"Then do it boy, I'll give you the first blow.. come on, show me that your not just somebody to step on.." Throwdown said, stretching slgihtly and bucking his hips

"You asked for it! Comet Punch" Simon shouted and punched Throwdown in the belly, He used his whole body, twisting with the stroke to add extra pressure, he felt his hand slam into the gut with a muffled thud. the stomach pressed in hard like an airbag then rebounded, pushing his fist out. A slight quickly fading impression of his fist remaining. His eyes went up to the giant fat Growlmon seeing the wide toothy smile the smaller digi shook his head "Atom kick" he spun around and planed his clawed foot in the same place, using all his momentum of the belly of the beast.. Again it acted like an airbag." He looked up and shook his head no. Throwdown's paws came down in a sudden motion

Simon's scream was cut off his face and shoulders had been stuffed into the heavy snout of Throwdown in one motion. For someone so fat his reflexes were snappy and it took a second for the flammie to start to kick and thrash with his limbs, feeling the teeth on his back bite right around the armor.

His tail tip was grabbed in one paw, holding him upside down, flailing blindly he felt the jaws open and close around him again, swallowing another good chunk of his body.

Throwdown's had let the little fellow have his fun, and now it was his turn. It was really to easy. .People knew he was slow.. but neglected to realize quickness and reflexes did not depend on footspeed. He slid his tongue over the digimon feeling him up even as he struggled, lowering him down while holding him high up. "Mmmmm Now let me show you my move "ThroatDOWN" IT took a few more gulps and the little Digi's arms were pinned to his side, head dangling on the edge of oblivion. He pressed his wide tongue under his chest and then against his hips, feeling around the armor. There was plenty to taste, and taste welled around the armors edges. He traced each one as it went down into his gullet, chest first, then wrists nad now at the sexy smooth unarmored haunches....... the widest part of his dinner... and perhaps the most flavorful "Kerchunk" he felt the mon's armor slide over the hatch

Simon's heart started to race. He was being eaten alive! His legs kicked but before he realized how much danger he was in he was already half eaten by the enormous monster armor and all, he felt the muscular tongue rub up and down his body, taking its time, stroking his terrified flesh, his screams echoed against his head, the darkness of the gullet blocking off that sense just to let his tactile, auditory, and olfactory senses get all the more acute. He twisted left and right, rubbing his shoulders against the thick tube, feeling it starting to squeeze around him moments before it pulled down. It repeated the swallowing motion with practiced ease. He clenched his fingers on the back of the maw, struggling for a grip, he only held a few seconds.. He kept quite, just whimpering and kicking his legs... the schlurpy sounds of the swallow all around him.. the foul smell of the predators breath billowing up from the stomach bellow... along with the firy heat. Each gulp ran through him.. his hips, his thighs, his feet, each gulp in a dreadfully reguar motion, hanging him deeper and deeper, blood pouring to his head.... and then he dropped

Throwdown moaned, spread his legs and closed his eyes.. Flamedraemons were always sweet meat, smooth.. even if eaten with there armor on... he didn't have time to spend tonight to tussle it down and rape it hard.. but leaving a cute ass little fellow like that out in the open was pointless. He slowly licked his palate,savoring the fresh flavor even as Simon kicked and twisted in his stomach. His belly had never lost a fight.... there would be nothing of Simon's flesh left when he was done... the perfect "Crime" He heard the sloshing around deep inside as Simon struggled for life. He moaned and undid his fly.. the eating had caused rather a painful bulge down there afterall. It let out a veritable cloud of his own powerful armoa to the surroundings.. pent up by his specialized jeans...

Inside Simon found out a few things... First his armor was very durable... second when under assault it gave of a soft golden glow... and thirdly.. he wished he had found sealed armor because he now could see his tomb all to well. He had landed upside down, face plunging into the stew of stomach juices, splattering the small pool of them around while his head and face pressed down at the thick stomach walls. The same oozing pale pink walls that hosed the acid valves, the powerful contractive muscles, and the natural slimy toughness that made it impossible for him to get a claw grip.. not that he didn't try, even before he got himself righted in the murk his skin tingled, and as he clawed at ths stomach the whole belly lurched, swayed and seemed to rock in step.. Every few dozens steps the stomach muscles compacted against him, nearly crushing him in a vice...Each crush was met with a belch, sometimes thunderous, sometimes, moderate, all the times seeming to reverberate, shaking his very bones inside. Resonating within him. His pulse was off the chart, his chest expanding and contracting with only half breaths... forcing him to smell the disgusting pent up smell of heat, lust, his own terror, and plenty of remnants of meals before him.. the monster was a man eater.... and wasn't picky.

Throwdown got to his feet and opened his eyes, he made a rancorous belch and looked down at his belly, the bulge was there, but his girth had muffled almost any meal, and one as slender and small as the flammie wouldn't really show to much difference.. if you weren't intimately in touch with the notorious growlmon you wouldn't even notice the strange dimple in his stomach as it squirmed.

He wasn't even enough of a meal to make a bulge saggy enough for his stomach to touch his hardon, just a snack really. More like a small ball of meat in his belly that helped it sway just slightly from its firmitude in attachment to his ample frame. He hadn't even bothered to to button up.. letting his shlong swing back and forth with each step, his own frame holding up his pants fine... he might have to make another size soon afterall. Each step he took made the the stomach slosh soflty.. he was hardly starting the nights work. Each step making the ground tremble a bit, slowly getting into a rhythm. The Digimon loved the sheath of the night on his body.

Simons' body was going through spasms of life, kicking, twisting, fighting, each burp cut off more air, spurring him on longer, he slid his claws against the sickeningly pale stomach flesh, struggling to scratch and stab, he slammed his legs into the stomach wall, then back to the other side, swiveling in the tight stomach bag. He butted his head back and ended up concssing himself, while the front of the stomach gave his head had slammed into the thick ribcage anchors... it gave not an inch.. even the padding of the stomach didn't help his zealous comeuppance. His face throbed, the pulsing of the stomach echoed in his ears, he paused, feeling to bear down around him. The darkness of the flesh near the back,the relative luminance of the fat near the front.... he sobbed a few times, begging fate save him.. his fingers pulled off his left bracer, watching it glow and admiring how unharmed his flesh underneath was.. the rest of him was no longer blue... he was red.. it was eating away at his flesh.... ironically making him look more like the predatory.. Simon slowly pressed the glowing armor against the belly wall.. He had a moment of satisfaction as he saw the faintest of faint outlines through the fat wall... they were walking...where he didn't know.. it wouldn't matter long.. he felt his body couldn't even move now. Settled down in the gut. His breathing got shallower,, his eyes started to slowly close... the stomach clenched again, very tight, twist and dislodging his light.. but he had already closed his eyes.. body given up with that last faint vision... it wasn't much... but at least he saw the outside one last time.. before his body was the Growlmons meal..

Throwdown almost tipped over laughing, he glanced down at his belly in time to see the faint light from within "Fuck, you got a good look in there, bet you wish you didn't boy.. Don't matter a shit to me, Your going to be my food light or no.. He slid his fingers down his body as he walked, stroking his stomach "How many lives have I ended." He asked to himself, how many people have I screwed over and devoured" He chuckled "What if I take out those who I ate during a match.. they certainly had it coming." He flexes his tail and looked down over his stomach "And can't count those that just resisted me fucking them either.... afterall.. thats a eating cause" He licked his chops "And then those that were caught after hours.. " thats another crime...My gut is the perfect reformer, never commits a crime again.. less its indigestion. Now lets see.. other than those lives.. hmmm... lets see there were.. and those.. hmm.. i'd say i've ended less than a thousand lives.. i'm behind schedule.... Guess i gotta find extra meals tonight... GoooooOOOOOODDDD!! Wonder if I find your light in my dumps boy....." he pondered to himself as he walked on.

Throwdown's belly made a low corpulant gurgle that echoed a bit in the night. He had totted his gut a few miles from his last meal and it had given him a bit of indigestion.. The fact that he chugged a few two litter bottles of "Diet" coke didn't help much.. He traced his own stomachs marking outline. He had wandered a bit blindly, somehow having gotten himself into the ritzy part of town, the smell of fresh earth, healthy trees, and soap tinged in his nose. His left hand grabbed a street lamp and twisted slightly bending it down to get a better look at himself, admiring his bulge as he crouched "Need to fix that.. I'm waisting way" he mumbled.. He heard someone approach.

Harry didn't have a good job by most standards, he worked long hours, he had little income, but he got to live in these nice houses, eat okay, and really couldn't complain, domestic servitude was better than living on the streets.. He was good with his hands and small enough to get into tight places.. Ratcatching wasn't one of the duties he really enjoyed, nor the organic disposal the masters demanded.. Tonight he was coming back with the evening groceries.. hands overfilled with bags, he depended on his memory and routine to lead him home blindly, never suspecting the planted Growlmon to be in his path. He walked right into the fleshy thigh.. sending his packages scattering onto the ground with a courus of shatters and splats.. he stared up ... He was small, he was poor, but he wasn't dumb, he didn't say a word, turned on his heels and ran full speed. It was a good survival trait for little fellows....

Throwdown's Job had taught him reflexes, in both his arena job and the less obvious second jobs he took from time to time. It was amazing how quick you had to be when some new plumbling was about to go kaboom. He saw Harry long after he had smelled him.. he had prepared to kick him first thing, no fumbled milk would stop that... he just had to slide his foot down instead.... Throwdown put his foot down, and slammed the Gabumon's fleeing form with one powerful stomp across the back, squishing him to the ground with the well used footpaw appling more and more presure. His toes slowly burrowing between the mon's flesh and his hide cloak, squeezing a bit as he chuckled "I didn't say you could RUN" he chuckled . The huge saurain planted himself, leaning over, cock dribbling lewdly over the poor Gabumon's head, waving back and forth, he bent over, lifting his own tail at the same time, grabing the ruff of the Gabu cloak, lifting it and pulling up on the same mon as he was driving down..

Harry's eyes bulged his throat squeezed by the very chain he had used to hold his precious fur cloak on, the birthright was being torn right from his body, hands clamored at his throat, the claws of the monster dug into his spine. Tears ran down his face, no sound could escape the lips though, his hind legs kicking weakly at the ground. He stared up at the beast above him. So much bigger... even its .. its unabashed malness looked as big as him.. a drop of pre dangled, then splashed down on his horn...

Throwdown grunted, bunched up a fist around the cloaks hem and pulled. *Snap* the cloak cam off the chain snaping free, whiping around and adding stinging insult to Harry's eye, the stretched from of his body left to slam back into the ground without another whimper but a flaccid flump sound that echoed slightly off Throwdown's hips. He let it flutter back to the ground nearby before lifting his foot from Harry and straddling him fully. "There we go, you stoped running... good, that means your willing..right.."he snickered, His cock throbbed only slightly, before remaining flaccid "But your so SMALL.." he snickered.

Harry was relived in a very small way... which said nothing to the pain shooting up and down his spine, he struggled to get to his feet but his legs trembled as he stood... he looked up and screamed.. shrilly, he was right under the dino's nuts. The Male smell was far to much, he screamed incoherently and stumbled backward.

Throwdown moaned, the gabumon's hot breath on his nuts wasn't bad for his raging libedo, he could almost imagine the little guy screwing his face up, scowling, never realizing that strength of scent was a good thing. He suddenly felt the smooth digis' body press against his tailbase... and let out a tremendous laugh 'Your RIGHT, your not to small!" The big black and red sex machine sat down with all high might... there was little resistance...

Harry realized to late about the position he put himself in, his head tilted up, his jaws opened just the slightest before the dark hole of the monster came down on his nose, sliding over his sweaty body. His hands came up at the same time his face popes through... smothering him in the foulest smell he had ever conceived, of, his eyes burning, air being sucked from his lungs ever moment. The monster continued to move down . His fingers grabbed at the meaty ass.. but the grime didn't let him get a hold...

Throwdown moved down , his tail swinging forward betweens Harry's legs, holding him in place while the massive pucker engulfed him a foot at a time, the lewd swallowing squeezing him into the tight heat, slowly chewing him into the hot depths of growling hell. Smooth, a bit chubby, he hit many of the right areas on the sensitive pleasure areas, He let out a bellowing moan...

Harry kicked, His clawed feet smashed cobblestones, it was all he could do, his arms were pinned to his side tightlyl, finger claws scraping the side as he twisted his back, bucking as best he could, trying not to breath in. he stiffened and struggled not to let the first ass clench drive the air from his lungs... he was being compacted slowly... his flesh crawled, a shiver went through his body as he felt it leave the world of the outside totally....

Throwdown clenched his eyes and spread his legs, moaning lewdly he set his massive musky male tush to show its superiority of all things flesh, the smell could melt steal, it was a small effect to start to litterly TAKE the pleasurable dildo digi into its own grimmy embrace. He sat down with a thump, tail sticking out, blocking any way out, leaning backward with the support of one paw, the pinky of the other idly stroking his cock base as he enjoyed a sudden sensation deep inside feeling an new thrashing, a new attempt to struggle in the form fitting fatty tomb.

Harry felt his very being being assaulted, the smell wasn't just in his nose, it was in his flesh, seeping in and seemingly to make him more like the monster ever moment, his body being slowly pulled apart like taffy, even his own motions seemed to just rock.. rather than pull himself back together, he struggled to scream but only found both sides of his jaw being drawn in opposite ways... the darkflesh was moving over him in the utter darkness

It was always over to fast for Throwdown to really get into it.. he needed hardier people to fuel his smooth anal passages, these little fellows just didn't last long enough, they got him JUST to the edge then wouldn't let him get off.. That being said, nothing was better for a prostate than a the direct absorption of a cute little digi, well known fact. He huffed and blew a bit of smoke into the air, letting his head hang, tongue loll out.. his stomach rumbled, demanding a comforting pet "Fuck... that flammie just didn't last long did it.."

Harry's last thoughts were off the shere injustice of the world, his body shutting off its last senses, the lack of air mercifully putting him down before the absorption of his body from all around took his most vital organs, the tight ass flesh throbbing in time with the last ebbing of life, squeezing the gabumons sleek form like a vise....

half a hour later Throwdown leaned against a ornate bridge, whistling lewdly, cock stiff but unspent from inside his jeans, buttoned over nice and tight .. it would be quite some time till he was flaccid enough to be soft... his ass still showing off its meal.. pants hugging real low. Throdown shrugged, lifted one leg and scratches his ass, sticking a finger into his pucker and pulling out a soiled white object... slowly and carefully pulling. A few grunts and the striped bare skeleton of Harry popped out nearly full and connected, is smelling extra pungent, the only thing that remained from his hungry ass. He made a healthy laugh and tossed it into the river without another care, just keeping the skull, it seemed to have a shocked expression till "Kid couldn't handle a real man. But he did his best..." With that Throwdown pulled up the back of his pants and belted himself.. "Well i'll have to find myself SOMETHING to screw.... but ..." He looked into his beltpouch a few moments before opening it up and pulling out Harry's Cloak.

Throwdown took the striped hide and looked it over with an appraising stare... he always wondered how Gabumon's kept getting the same sorta fur... probably born with it.. only getting its purpose to help them transform later... he had probally had a few dozen of them around and this guys seemed all to ratty to save. He slid it around his needy cock and put it too a final christening before disposing of it. Closing both eyes and using both paws Throwdown Jacked himself off...

"Fuck.. well ya got me offf..eventually... but its not real good" he said before tossing the messy fur over the side to join the skeleton. "More to do I guess" He rumbled.

Sometime later The massive Growlmon had sat himself at "His" bar, one he did enjoy, so didn't cause to much damage,the bar for always comped his masive drinks and neglected to mention about things such as dress code, fucking on the counter, and eating the occasional patron. The place wasn't built for someone of Throwdown's size, repairs were inevitable.

Throwdown idly let his fingers tickle the bottom of his cock, sliding the claws ever so softly and letting loose a moan. His whole body shuddered letting the cool beer steam in his belly a bit, sloshing around with his last meal.. he shifted a bit, letting out a deep growl, a subvocal demand for the next huge glass of beer.. thankfully his taste in booze was cheap, espeically when you realized how potent it was. He was after the buzz more than the flavor. He spread his legs and put an elbow on the bar, making a slight crack before sluring his word "Damn.. Ya know..." he burped a bit, eyes swimming "I got summmthing to do.. but can't think... right" He hicuped once and let out a moan.. The barkeep sighed.. knowing that he'd now have to clean the underside of the counter after the beast left..

"You've drunk fifty gallons tonight Throwdown, don't you think you've had enough" The barkeep was oddly casual with the huge man eating wrestler. He knew Throwdown well, and they were what passes for friends out of necessity. He to stay alive, Throwdown for someone to just talk to, even when not stewed. "

Throwdown's lazy eye caught something suddenly, though drunk he wasn't totally helpless.. and he caught sight of something he was supposed to do earlier. His real work for the evening.. it was a handsome, perhaps even gorgeous Renamon, Built well, lithe, and rich as sin, a nobel in the digimon world. He should have been.. but he was also a seriously addicted gambler, and was so far in debt that Throwdown couldn't calculate. Finally he was a fast fox, all to clever and tricky, having ducked the last few collectors sent to get him.. and here he was just wandering in..

Throwdown only had a moment, he'd never catch "Bursh" in a race. His free hand grabbed a fellow patrons Cigarette lighter, as he turned around he let out a massive wet corpulant belch.. and lit it alight, the mixture of booze and water caused the ensuing fireball to grow and flow slowly, like a cloud of smelly fire it rolled over the stunned Renemon, engulfing his upperbody. The flaming belch lingered causing him to scream shirlly, beating at his own body and falling to the floor..

Throwdown knocked over the barstool as he got up. He knew the fire was hardly damaging, more like a full body scalding, painful as hell, but nothing to keep Bursh from running once he got his senses. Throwdown grabed the Renamon's tail just as it was struggling to get to its feet, he hefted Bursh up in one motion, slamming him to the ground one then over his shoulder, shifting his free hand to collect both legs just as the Bursh's tail fell off.. Throwdown had heard THAT trick the other night and wouldn't fall for it... he chuckled lowly to himself, he'd keep his grip on something that wouldn't be detachable. "Bursh, your going to just be bushmeat now" he snickered and looked around.

"Hey, You cook stuff here right?" He said to the bar at large. He got a few odd looks and the barkeep shrugged "You think we have a kitchen here?" he waited for the words to sink in "The pretzles and stuff are bought ready made" Throwdown's gaze was blank, then he grunted a bit deepily, staring at one of the patron he took the lighter from "Hey... You run the Deli." He said sternly, "Keys."

Mr. Yoman the Agumon hadn't made a squeak about his lighter and had hoped to not be seen. He wan't exactly friends with Throwdown, more like he was surviving... he hated him. He hated the fact that he caused his clientel to vanish.. he hardly had any customers anynore.. On the otherhand, Throwdown didn't see him as food, or a toy.. so That put him up high on the Growlmon's friend list... Yoman shivered and tossed his keys To throwdown.. and then started to sob. The Barkeep kindly gave him a stiff one while Throwdown left, Carrying Bursh over his shoulder, screaming.

A few minutes later Throwdown had made himself at home in the deli's kitchen, while not spotless, it got far more messy when The beast shoulder blocked a stuck door in, leaving the frame in splinters. "ya won't get away from me, you know whatcha owe.. and your credit is long since used up better on the boys..."

"Noo, please, I'll get the money,and the matches are rigged, its not FAIR" Bursh managed to strangle out, his face bouncing against Throwdown's tailbase, his legs kicking in the grip, his face scowled as he strangled a sob "Please, you can eat my brother, my son, there both much fatter than me... there worth my debt" He tried out desperately a few moments before he was hauled back over the shoulder and held dangling over the industrial sized sink."Don't eat me!" He yelped.. and was promptly dropped on his head. THUMP.

Throwdown meant to drop him like that, it'd be useful to knock him out, or at least stun him. He put his grubby paw on the faucet and turned on the hot water full blast, and quickly he took the nearby twain.. normally desgined to hold togetehr some confection. And twirled it around and around Bursh'es ankles, pulling them together, sqeeuing them in strands thtat could easily be broken solo but by the time fifty or more were wraped around it was as good as a rope.. and far more digestible.

Just as the twine was cinched in Bursh pulled himself together, surged in the hot sink and tried to bolt out.. his feet wouldn't let him, letting him flop like fish in the rising water. "Pleaaa" he started only to get his mouth gaged by a skull, fresh from Throwdown's early anal meal.. Bursh gagged, eyes popping nearly outa his head as he shook, the sick taste in his mouth made his face water, his whole body sweated in terror even during the dunking. His pulse raced madly, he couldn't say a word, but his eyes stared up at the naked monster idly.. preparing him. He tried to spit only to have more twine wrapped around his snout holding it closed, tightly rubbing into his muzzle, forcing his teeth to puncture the smaller skull a bit.

"Ya like to be all fancy in that clothing during the arenas don't you, nice and CLEAN as a noble, enjoying the filthy lower classes, well I don't mind at all, just more of your flesh soak in flavors.. At that moment Bursh felt a sharp object at his own rump, lifting up, cutting off his soaked clothing.. as the last was falling off thanks to his squirming Throwdown pulled over the metal cover for the sink. Sealing him in darkness and creating a makeshift table "Mmm. Place is still so SMALL.. "he said, and got to work with the nearly drowned victim beating his head on the thin metal covering "lets see.. Dough, yes, lets start with that, oh, and put the grease on.. looks like its real good... working man food" He said loud enough to get through the cover, And then pulled started to kneed the dough atop, chuckling all the while to the music Of Bursh's body banging, struggling to get out, hmming to himself .

Deep inside Bursh was having a panic attack, his head was pressed up against the metal, the little air he had in the hot water was fading fast... the darkness left his mind to wonder.. the horrible sensations that this might be a prelude to a digestive situation made his fur twitch, causing leg spasms and kicking... and pleading..

Throwdown took his time... enjoying the moment a bit to much before he put the dough away and slid the cover off.. finding that Bursh had passed out from lack of air.. "Shit.. hope its not dead" he said, ther'd be no fun in that" He lifted the Renamon boy's bulk with one hand and carried him over to the frier, gurgling and boiling away already, filled with grease and gristle... thick and sloppy "This'll work" He dropped Bursh in...with a splash, getting some of the oily grease on himself... and providing a brutal wakeup call for the noble foxy.

Bursh screamed around his gag, thrashing, the monsters paws were on him, and unlike him, he was built to take the searing pain and heat.. he forced Bursh's whole body to be submerged and washed him like laundry. The scalding mixture sunk into his fur and flesh deeply before he was unceremoniously lifted out by his one remaining tail... finally the pain could start to subside.... he could lose the tail but that'd drop him right back into the gristle... he debated it when he heard Throwdown's stomach let of a long slow gurgle.. his eye struggling to open with the oily coating just enough to see the odd bulge in the Growlmon gut.. "Fuckk..."He whimpered pathetically.

Throwdown had a quandary.. His cock throbbed hard.. demanding attention, but the smells of the gristle and fryer oil had gotten such a hunger that he could hardly wait to eat the rare foxy, Bursh smelled absolutely delicious as he dangled. With a deep throaty sigh he carried Bursh over to the dough and dropped him atop, grabbing his shoulders, pressing down and slowly rolling him into the thick bread, back and forth back and forth, entombing the arms and hips fully leaving just his head and the tips of the foxes toes sticking out of the floury confection. "Ahh, you KNEED to get in my belly Bursh, your going to be paying back some of your debt.. and i'll just make you a nice fart to prove your dead... doesn't that sound nice.. make it easier for the Arena to get back what it's OWED...

Throwdown watched... rather impressed at the gagged Bursh's invitivity, his fingers were pressing out through the dough a little, writing. "I'll give it all to you.. let me go.. I'll Disappear"

Throwdown felt a pang of pitty, just a pang then lifted the rolled up fox in one paw and smiled "You are as right, you'll disappear..." He then tossed him in the oven...and waited.."Right down my gullet" Humming to himself, pulling down his pants and jacking off.. not considering how much of a hygine problem he'd be leaving..

Deep inside the oven Bursh looked out in terror, In the dark again, just light sliping in from the oven doors cracks.. he felt a lot like in the sink.. first drenched, now cooked... He cried. Soon he began to flex his toes, his eyes forcing themselves to stay open, the metal all around him headed up, slight a slight gass smell from a leak almost made Throwdown's pungent aroma fade from his nostrils. His breathing got shallow, there was hardly any air.. or

Throwdown used his own biological clock to time many things, for example exactly five minutes after cumming he felt the elation start to wind down, which meant it was time to take out the debtor delightful dish. He opened the over and found the hardened crust adding just one starty layer of flavor to the barely awake Bursh, who just opened one eye.. and Throwdown chuckled "Still alive.. GOOD" his breath still had a strong alcoholic nature to it...

The survival tendency of the Renamon had kept him alive.. barely, his nose fur was badly singed, his fur was embedded in the dough.. he'd be furlessly naked if he ever got outa this He shifted slightly. His eyes rolled up to see Throwdown licking his paw of spare dough, his lips gooey and wet with the soft rawness... almost wetting his appetite.. Bursh tired to move.. but the hardened bread was now like a straitjacket.. his gagged mouth prevented any effective begging afterall.. his expression said it all...

And then Throwdown began to eat. Raw dough was a nice sinfully decadent prelude, but the real course couldn't be put off any longer. He stretched his maw wide, letting his teeth dribble drool on the vulpine face, savoring the sensation while his tongue laped under Bursh's chin. Holding him like an enormous sub ever so slowly pressing him into his jaws, Drool hung from his thick tongue as it arched to taste, shaking free only after he brought his maw down slowly, firmly over His meals head,.. tilting his head back to let the flavors flow down along his gums and into his gullet... he let loose a slow melodic moan of satisfaction at a job well done. The sounds of the break cracking, letting loose the next greasy wave of flavor onto his tongue.

Bursh whimpered, tears running down his face, hearing the sounds of the cracking bread was almost soothing compared to what he saw, the glistening tongue undulating in front of him, ringed by slightly yellowed ivory teeth deeply rooted in dark red gums, leading to an ever darkening tunnel ahead. Gurgling sloshing sounds drifting up from bellow... He never thought his little gambling problem would end up like this, looking down the top wrestlers greedy gullet... It was no fate for a Royal digimon. He was getting a bit tipsy from all the beer on the monsters breath.. it didn't help

Throwdown was hard again, he didn't want to let go of his meal though so just let it hang, dribbling on the tile bellow as he enjoyed his meal, crushing the bred slowly, feeling the weak struggles in his full mouth, stuffing himself more and more. Crumbs dribbled onto his wide belly, drifting down to his cock even for more stimulation, bite after bite he took The fine tasty vulpine in a foot at a time, a nice loud fresh bread crunching bite at a time.. The mixture of rich and common food was irrestable.

Bursh's head hung over the gullet, bathed in wet darkness the smooth slimy mucous filled walls rubbed against his straitjacket, slowly dissolving it just like the saliva had done, but he was only letting more of his "Flavor" out, the first "GULP" he felt from the massive Growlmon made him squirm and kick, pleading in his mind, twisting and jerking his head, bouncing it against the adams apple just as another swallow compacts him and crushed his body tight. The tongue fondling him through the softening bread..

Throwdown tossed back his head and swallowed, resting both paws on his belly he let his tongues and lips do all the work, slowly rocking and nodding his meal down, it took a few more minutes but soon Bursh's calves just stuck from his lips, twitching pathetically, the rest providing a delicious sensation down his digestive track, so nice and full.. squirming more and more while the bread wetly slopped away he smacked his lips licked them and moaned lewdly talking through his meal "Oh goodness... i'm so fucking horny now.. I can't believe I caught you so easy" Of course it actually came out "Mrppmamp"

Deep in the throat Bursh couldn't breath, each time he tired a swallow drove the air from his lungs, the little air he managed was hardly worth breathing, digesting meat mixed with booze made him wretch. Each muscle in the tract squeezed and shoved him on.. rhythmically working him down, rocking his body until he popped through a thick muscular valve into a place where he could move at last.. Barsh Landed with a wet soft splurch in his tomb, the dark heat engulfed him, squeezing his form down into a small sea of booze.. and most terrifying of all the still remains of someone eaten not to much earlier..

//more?//

Throwdown closed his eyes, spread his legs and sprawled on the Deli's counter, kicking with both hind legs, knocking over the condiments, crushing a register with his foot and sending four score of paper napkins fluttering alll over..kicking and arching his back in pleasure... eyes closed.. .. and then the vorish orgasm exploded with a thick slimy arc over the ceiling.. in the end it would be hard sticking..and slowly dripping down over the next day, but for now it was ignored as Throwdown kneaded his belly slowly, feeling his meal settle.. after a bit he picked his teeth... enjoying the struggles... knowing they wouldn't last long, finally the massive drunken binge was starting to show its stewing effect

Bursh's voice was lost, his naked form packed into the Growlmon gut without another word, The hot acids had burned away the coatings but the twine was still holding him tight, even then he used both his legs to kick around as best he could. Trying to shift the remains of the flamie, feeling the armor's smoothness against his body as he kicked out hard with both legs.... Making the belly bulge again and again, soon though he was crushed into a fetal position, hot gastric juices covering him just like the gristle earlier, but he knew.. this wouldn't be a brief dunk. He tried to cover his eyes, his pulse racing for a while, pain racing through his body, then everything started to go still his body twitched.. he drifted off.... and a sudden sharp final pain was mixed with a thunderous gut clenching belch.

A hour later Throwdown slowly got to his feet again, the booze was having an effect on him.. but it was fading slightly, a hazy memory was returning... but still was hard to fill in a blank about why he was in the deli, utterly naked... what came back first was that he left his pants at the bar.... and probally should stop by and get himself cleaned up... He looked down over himself, sporting a thick woodie.. he wondered when he last had a release. He wondered if he should troll around for some ass...

Elsewhere...

Talon's belly was full, he was a new comer, and he had found the place delicious, Tonights three "kids" had seen his unusual green Guilmon form as something rare and special.. It certainly did not mean he was nice, friendly, or any less carnivorous then his natural Form, he packed them down in great greedy gulps, chasing the first and wrestling the other two into submission before he ate them all up... He was lucky this world was filled with dead ends. He stood just about 7'8, plenty to feast on the cowed people who seemed to naturally trust his shape.. He had been ravaging the town for almost three weeks now.

Throwdown picked up the familiar flavor in the air of his lesser form. It was something he could smell miles away... It must have been decades ago he was one of there ilk, young, innocent, waiting for experience in the proper use of people... He really didn't remember or care too though. The smell was approaching, slowly, almost as if drunk... or blissfully ignorant of his own predilections... and thankfully his pants being up his rather ripe smell was also well hidden... He spread his paws rubbed his full gut and licked his chops, standing around the corner as his dinner made its appearance, nearly faceplanting into his groin, stopping just inches before him.

Talon froze as he tried to realize how he had suddenly apparently shrunk, something was standing over his glorious self stared at Throwdown's crotch as it made his appearance, shocked from the pure size of the beast.. something so dramatically bigger than him, barely constrained by thick denim. his eyes didn't get a chance to move up the body, the bulge in front of his eyes grew, swelled, pressing to hard against the double buttoned fly.. "Pop" a button flew off and knocked him on the head, the fly snaped open revealing a piece of digi meat as thick as his neck. Talon took a step back, looking up over the belly that had dwarfed him.. His knees knocked. His belly shifted and struggled

"Hey boy, you like what you see" Throwdown said jovially, letting his belly rumble "Your a cute piece of ass, and so tender looking, I bet your new here, So was I long ago and look what i've become" He made a belch and looked down "Hey boy.. i can't see you... your to small to be more than a sniff now." He chuckled.. He slid a paw down to his crotch and stroked it "now how did that get out.. it must really be happy to see you "he pawed his prick.. But didn't put it away. He jerked it a few times to show off. "And we both had dinner, I want some action"

"No..noo.. please "Talon tried, taking a few more steps back to look over the bulged belly, seeing all the odd shapes.. oddly like his own "I don't want to.. i just.. well.. i'm so tired.." The powerful smell from the crotch was making his skin crawl already.. eyes going back and forth from belly to cock. "And you see. "Talon tried, putting things in the best way "You have a huge dick and look like a pervert" Talon wasn't good at putting thing the best way

Throwdown laughted uproariously "God, you might be the best judge of character i've seen in a while" Apparently not insulted "But that means were a lot alike.. I like the cut of your belly.... lets go bouncy bouncy in the alley" The Growlmon said unperturnebed, lurching slighlty, flexing his paws "I think i just might insist. He cracked his knuckles and spread his legs..

"But... but.. you'd tear me in two" Talon finished this and took off at the same time figuring his smaller form could easily escape the insane pervert.

"If it does I'll end the misery quick" Throwdown said,snatching Talon's tail as the Digi was about to escape, He pulled back, Talon's claws scrabbled on the stone underneath him, getting no purchase. Throwdown was already grabing at him to get a firmer grip on the fattened guilmon.

Talon screamed as he felt the thick clawed hand grab at his shoulder, he turned and looked, up again, the wrenching of his body as the nerves in his neck started to pulse, the gaze of the giant digimon was all to familiar, he had used it more times than he could possibly count. Being on the other end though was not part of his rules.... He was about to slash back with a forclaw only to find it encased in Throwdown's own, yanked up with enough pressure to almost dislocate his houlder, jerking him like a doll. The playing continued Throwdown moved the shoulder grip to his other hand, spreading them and lifting. Dangling Talon even more like a doll.

Talon was cute to Throwdown's eyes, that just demanded a good screwing, deep down he was happy the guilmon resists, rape was a lot more fun, He really did like being a bully to people smaller than him.. at least on nights like this. His flexible cock pressed forward as he pulled talon back, introducing his new friend to the randy side of Digitial lusts...He'd introduce the "Kid" to the other hungers soon enough..

Talon's eyes bulged into saucers as he felt a massive bulge press under his tail, he wrenches his body back and forht, kicked the ground, the beasts paws, and everything else he could. The sheer girth of the monster was all to evident "nononono!" Talon shouted, his voice warbling. The claws squeezing his hands dragged them up against the belly stretching him. Letting his hips buck, nearly able to pull away .. until the beast thrust his hips forward.. the cock tip traced a thick gloppy sensation on his rump cheek slowly moving toward his soft virgin guilmon hole, Taking its sweet time while his smooth body gushed sweat. Talon bounced a bit, his full belly sagging painfuly between his crotch "Pleleeaseee.e." he whimpered

Throwdown pulled back, yanking Talon up then back onto his cock, roaring in delight as he felt the thick cockhead pop into the butt, it was so tight, so sweet.. so pure.. the green flesh huged him tight.. even if he couldn't get a good look at it, he immagined it all.. ... his eyes closed to let the other senses take over.. the smell of talons fear trembled in the air, wavering , just asking to be tasted, he licked the air around him.. a freshly fed predator was among the sweetest of meals, something tasty, something purely justified about playing with one of those. The green guilmon hiney broke as easy as all the rest.. though it took him a few extra seconds to slide his first foot of monster cock into the little fellow, feeling the sweaty butt dribbling against his powerful dark mass just added the little bit of icing to the sensation of a body around his cock. The little guys legs kicked at his knees and thighs. He felt it sting slighlty, but his legs were massive, no little guilmon could kick them from under him.. many a foe had tried, and they all ended up as his.. He made a deep surprised groan as his only half sheathed cock found the end of the digi's digestive tract from the other end... his cock hed erupted into the warm goo of a stomach.. a FULL stomach.

Tears ran down Talon's face, his legs kicking weaker, his hips spread apart like jelly around the massive girth, each breath he took made his body hurt, his head hung down, unable to resist staring at the horrendous black rod plunged between his legs, bulging his groin out and into his stoamch.. he made a shrill scream as he felt his bellies wiggles get rearanged.. and then saw a bulge slide DOWN his body,, and into the monsterous Growlmons cockbase.. landing in its nuts.. his meals were being STOLEN..and the bulge down the shaft just made his lowerhalf freeze in pain.. then twitch a bit, one eye closed as the other stared... watching the second bulge get draged down, still squirming.. feeling the thick meat in his ass start to get roaring hot.

Throwdown had never had such a lucky evening, he had never immagined to catch a pred so fresh... it had it's meals still squirming inside him. It was such an erotic thrill to jam his massive meat down that extra foot and plunge it fully into the stoamch, the slit opening early to accept the struggling meals as their weakned bodies twisted in the churning darkness of the green belly. The guilmon bounced and twisted understandably but Throwdown's cock could wrestle a man, it could certainly take a person stuck in a hot little digi belly with ease. He felt each bulge slide down his cock in more estatic pleasure, even after the last one he rutted his flexible cock a bit, making sure it was empty, as his full nuts sagged happy at the struggling aditions. A few moments to get then nicely secured and he lifted Talon up and clasped his paws around the guilmons chest, holding him to the underside of his filled gut, right in line with his cocks next thrust up. It wouldn't take long after that surprise he achieved.

Talon could hardly breath, his belly empty his body abused, the stench of the lustmeat deep inside him splattering, even as he wasn't properly screwed yet the pre had been splashing everywhere, through his very hide.. the change in grip got his claws free and he scratched at the belly above him, his talons only hit grimmy flesh, the greasy sweaty underside sliding and dulling each stroke. The monster was jerking him up and down like a large doll, a divine retribution for something HE had every right to do, but not something like this, some big fat smelly monster..he pressed down with his hands against the obscene bulge right bellow his chest, pushing with all his might.. but to no avail the pulsing paused a moment.. and the green guilmon got far more cream colored.. his hoarse scream was quickly muffled

Throwdown's orgasm was gargantuan, freshly stirred cum from his squirming nuts flowed out like old faithful, blasting into Talon's body, initally right past the belly, into the throat and into the saurian mouth "oh no, let me give you something BACK" Throwdown said and used a paw to pull Talon forward.. so his cock emptied into the recently vacated belly, gallons upon gallons of hot musky growlmon spunk. Each pulse making Talon whimper a bit, his body limp and drained...... Eventually Throwdown's blasting started to slake. Letting him spread his legs and bask in the afterglow.... then bend over and start to pull up his well worn and messy jeans again "Don't worry, I don't think i'll eat you right here" Throwdown chuckled, neglecting to pull Talon of before hand. "Might get a big ripe in there, but you'll be fine" He leered...

Talon couldn't move, life was shitty, he hung his head as he waited for the end.. his ears didn't pick up the words but his eyes watched the grubby paws going down to the pants, slowly lifting. He shook his head, tried to scream but just spat up goo. Weak twitches, flailing tail kicking legs, nothing stoped the giant digimon from lifting his pants... over him, his legs smooshed against Throwdown's enormous thights... if they were tight on him now they felt bursting. Sweat dribbling over his body endlessly... and his breathing raced as the pants came up over him, "Please.." he begged.. "not the fly" he said as throwdown sucked it in... settled the pants around his rump, the belt sliding over talons face.. his hips soon vanishing into the fabric, wedged tightly against the crotch... His jaws trembled as he saw the paws ahead of him.. lifting the two sides, slowly buttoning, covering his vision.. and then it was over.. his face pressed against both metal and fabric, tightly sealed into the beasts pants after such a rape.. he cried.. he hated this world.. it was even worse than his home... if this THING had killed him he'd get better.. and revenge.. but THIS!!

Throwdown stretched.. took a half a mile walk and looked into a reflecting pool, the digimon made a wonderful looking bulge in his pants, he could see the shape so well, it couldn't move an inch, trapped in with all of his smell the jeans were treated to keep from the outside world..A few shakes of his head and he make a throaty roar.. "Chalk up another one on my bad self.. but it was worth it.." With that Throwdown went off to relax, his night over...even a giant nasty foul working slob like him needed some shuteye.... maybe find someone to get up his brown eye before then.. just maybe...