Leaving Brandon hanging crushed to the tree Lat made his way back towards the 
campfire where the other three were probably still sitting. A short distance 
from the fire, he saw Tom alone, pissing against some bushes. 

Lat quietly approached from behind and pressed his naked, hulking, bloodied body 
against his ‘friend’, covering Tom’s mouth with his hand to stifle a gasp of 
surprise.

“Shh!,” Lat whispered.

“What the fuck are you up to Lat!?”

Lat’s slid his arms down Tom’s torso and hugged him tightly, keeping his 
towering frame behind Tom.

“I know you like this,” he stated bluntly, flexing his biceps and pecs to 
emphasise the rock-hard musculature that he’d seen Tom practically drooling over 
on numerous occasions, “And this,” as he pushed his erect cock between Tom’s 
legs and effortlessly lifted his friend off the ground, taking his entire 150lbs 
body on his fuckrod.

“Wh-Whaddya mean buddy?,” Tom stammered, his heart beat picking up, skin 
flushing at what Lat was proposing.

He turned Tom around so they were eye-to-eye, sliding him down his thick cock 
and against his pecs. “You know exactly what I mean,” and he stuck his thick 
tongue between Tom’s parted lips. 

He was promptly rewarded with a groan and a pair of eager hands which started 
groping his huge capped delts and tris, his fingers attempting, and failing, to 
scratch or dent the paper-thin skin covering the veins and bloated muscles.

Lat started to enjoy the foreplay, roughly probing his friend’s mouth with his 
meaty tongue and forcing the jaws apart, taking care not to injure his plaything 
too soon.

“Before we go any further though Tom, I want you to be honest with me about 
something…” 

Lat explained how Ben had ‘confessed’ that Lat was in fact some kind of 
experiment a while ago, that Lat was cool with it, but wanted to find out more 
about who and what he was.

Tom looked surprised, but seemed to accept the explanation of Ben’s confession 
without question. He still hadn’t noticed the sheen of blood and gore caked over 
Lat’s muscles, thanks no doubt to the darkness of the night and to his shock at 
suddenly having this God of a man, and his incredible body, thrust up behind 
him.

Tom explained that he didn’t really know much, only that this company attached 
to the military had employed them to act as his friends over the years, to keep 
watch on him and report back from time to time. Ben was the one who made direct 
contact with them, but Tom felt that he, out of all of them, was the only one 
who’d really connected with Lattimer. 

Less surprising to Lat, in view of the incident with Ben earlier, Tom had been 
told Lat was going back to some lab or other to be experimented on and his true 
abilities ‘unleashed’. Tom wasn’t sure when this would happen, though Lat had 
some ideas of his own. 

As Tom continued to talk and grope at Lat, exploring his body and biting on the 
hard nipples that thrust out like bullets on his gigantic striated pecs, Lat 
asked just how powerful he was supposed to be. If this strength and muscle mass 
was just a fraction of his true self, he began to wonder just how unstoppable he 
would become. Already, he could tell he was growing bigger, his muscles pushing 
out at his super-tightened skin, and he could feel his veins pulsing with 
limitless strength.

Tom explained that no-one really knew but that the drug Lat had been taking was 
heavily suppressing his natural level of development. Apparently, until the 
injectable drug had been developed, Lat was becoming increasingly difficult to 
control and his muscles inhumanly large, far larger than at present.

The fact that Lat still only remembered snippets of his past-life gave credence 
to the influence of the drug, though he hoped to be able to recall more of his 
memories in future, particularly the ones involving killing, which he was 
finding a huge turn-on. 

Without the drug, Tom believed Lat’s true potential would emerge, and that it 
would be impossible to stop. Lat involuntarily smiled at this, pulsing his pecs 
which thrusted Tom back up his cock, eliciting a heated groan from Tom. 

“You really are so, so perfect… the most incredible being ever conceived of.” 
His tone became whispered, reverential. 

“Something went right when they tested the gene technology on you, even though 
it had killed thousands of other embryos. You were the only one that developed 
as planned, only you went far beyond anything even the military could have 
imagined. I remember even after the drug had started, when I’d first met you, 
you were so massive that your clothes ripped and tore every time you flexed a 
muscle. You’d rip doors off their hinges just trying to open them, crushing the 
metal handles like they were putty. You can only imagine the number of people 
who needed treatment after you shook their hand…” Tom chuckled at the memory, 
instinctively grabbing one of Lat’s massively ridged rear delts like a handle, 
for support. 

“I remember the PE teacher trying to find something to tire you out in the 
weight room. He was so pissed at you, breaking every Olympic record without even 
trying.” He laughed. “Fucker nearly wet himself when you took his command to 
lift the whole fucking gym literally!”

His eyes caught Lat’s. “Fuck… that was so hot! You just bent down near the door 
of the gym and tore the entire mezzanine platform, holding most of the weight 
machines, supported and welded together by steel girders, right off the ground – 
and with such a loud grunt that our ears were ringing! Shit there were like 
thirty of us up there, and it felt like the whole fucking planet had just 
tilted. That was easily thirty tons, probably more, and your feet crushed 
through the concrete just holding the weight in your arms. It was so easy for 
you, but it was terrifying for the rest of us. To think what you could do to us, 
to anyone, if you got angry…” 

Tom’s hands drifted to the inches deep crevasses between Lat’s abs, memorising 
each and every vein pulsing over and between them.

“I felt it was like having a living, breathing God as a friend, and I was so 
excited to be on this team, to have the chance to be near you, to smell you, to 
taste your sweat, to feel this, well, this awesome power that just radiates off 
you like a fucking nuclear reactor.”

He briefly shut his eyes, sorting his thoughts. “I know the other guys don’t 
think that much of you – I guess you probably know that – but to me you’ve 
always been a true friend. I hope we’ll stay that way – even after you go away?” 
he almost pleaded, his voice uncertain.

Lat’s eyes narrowed, taking on an evil glint. “Don’t worry about that, Tom,” he 
stated matter-of-factly. “I won’t be going anywhere. Your two other friends I 
just killed will testify to that, as will Mark and Todd in a minute. The 
question is, should I kill you too?” 

Tom stopped his groping and stiffened. Fear spread throughout his body, and he 
was about to scream out to the others until he saw the look in Lat’s eyes.

“Y-You didn’t really know any of that, did you?” He blanched and his frail body 
started shaking. “Pl-Please don’t kill me Lat! I really am your friend! I always 
have been!” Tom’s eyes desperately searched Lat’s for some kind of reassurance. 

“I’m not like the other guys. Honest! They never gave a shit, just saw you as a 
stupid meat-head who didn’t realise that his friends were laughing at him behind 
his back. I always respected you. I hated the situation, I really did. But there 
was nothing I could have done. I couldn’t tell you anything. Honest man! They 
would have probably had me killed for it!”

He squirmed desperately but Lat’s rigid muscle-bulk forced him still. Tears 
started to form and roll down his face.

After a moment’s reflection, Lat’s voice softened. “I’m glad I met you here away 
from the others.” He paused again. “I would have killed you with them, but for 
some reason I can sense you’re telling the truth.” 

He lowered his head, capturing Tom’s eyes with his own. The gigantic muscles of 
his neck bulged as he gently licked the tears away from Tom’s face.

“I can feel this power coursing through me. It feels just like when I was a kid. 
I’ve been feeling… odd… since Ben gave me this shot an hour ago, claiming it was 
time for me to be collected or something. Whatever he gave me, it wasn’t the 
right drug, that’s for sure. I can feel my muscles pulsing, growing. They feel 
like they’re gonna burst! It’s fucking orgasmic Tom. And I feel so fucking 
strong. Shit! I could rip a building out the ground! Fuck that would be easy!” 
He grunted and his cock rose even higher, lifting Tom’s mouth to his lips. 

He carried Tom backwards on his cock till his glutes slammed back against a 
tree. He tore Tom’s belt and pants off and lubed his cock with some of the gore 
trapped between his glutes before plunging straight into Tom’s tight virgin 
hole. Tom screamed into Lat’s mouth in agony, while Lat groaned in ecstasy, as 
he began to fuck, pistoning up and down like a machine. 

In spite of the amazing sensations shooting through his body, Lat did his best 
not to break Tom’s frail body. His anus ripped to accommodate Lat’s massive cock 
but the blood, mixed with the gore from Brandon’s crushed body, helped lubricate 
its entry. The tree behind them started to tip back, and creaked ominously as 
Lat’s huge striated glutes flexed while he fucked, mashing and splintering the 
trunk, thrusting back against it, along with his delts, traps, rhomboids and 
lats, slowly tearing the massive redwood out of the ground and causing small 
tremors throughout the campsite area.

Before he came, Lat pulled out of Tom and put him down, so as not to kill him 
when he ejaculated, as he certainly would have. He turned to the tree and 
wrapped his arms around the trunk. With a swift thrust he drove his cock 
straight into it. He let out a groan of pleasure at the wood’s more substantial 
resistance, and began slowly constricting and lifting his arms, crushing the 
tree and ripping it up and out of the earth. 

Tom fell to the ground as the shaking increased and the surface violently 
cracked and opened up all around them. The crushing and splintering of the tree 
as it was squeezed and torn out of the ground became deafening. Tom plugged his 
ears, still staring in rapt fascination, awe and lust at Lat’s incredible 
muscles as they rippled, strained and flexed against each other, his gore-
streaked back and ass thrusting and bulging as he worked his cock deeper into 
the wood.

From this angle he had a perfect view of the huge, striated, practically square 
mass of Lat’s glutes, and he crawled beneath them, worshipping them with his 
hands, as every striation rippled beneath a network of thick veins. They held 
more muscle than his entire body, easily, and their extreme solidity and 
stunning twelve-inch overhang protected him from falling debris. 

He felt the amazing power and heat of his God, exploring the calves, hams and 
quads that had now fully torn the massive, two-hundred foot tree out of the 
earth, holding it effortlessly in his bulging arms as his fucking reached a 
climax. 

Lat gave out a deafening roar as he came, massive quantities of cum blasting up 
the tree with such unimaginable force that it burst out of xylem, branches and 
needles like super-charged sap, showering the surrounding forest with gallons of 
boiling hot, hyper-pressurised cum. 

The pressure of his jism built to the point that the trunk and bark could no 
longer contain it. An ominous creaking sound preceded the trunk bulging wider, 
and then finally splitting along its length in several places right up to the 
canopy, followed by an almighty sound as the trunk stressed beyond its physical 
limits and exploded.

Lat pushed the remains of the tree off his cock and turned to face Tom, who 
gasped in disbelief when he saw the glistening mega-muscles pumped huge and 
beyond belief, saturated with blood, gore and cum. He slowly stood, and after 
daring to glimpse at Lat’s eyes for a second, seeking permission, he slipped his 
tiny body beneath his massive God and licked the pungently scented mixture off 
his nipples, pecs, and upper abs.

“I’m so incredible, unstoppable… this strength…” he flexed a seriously bloated, 
distended, bicep and licked it. Then he turned and lifted a three-foot piece of 
the trunk into his hands. 

He squeezed, slowly accordioning it between his hands. At first the compressing 
wood made muffled crushing sounds like a cracking skull, but as his hands came 
closer, it began to hiss and fizz, tendrils of smoke escaping his grip. He began 
to snarl and grunt with violence as his effort doubled. 

Tom had to stand back. The heat released by the crazy pressure was like a 
furnace, causing cum, gore and blood to bubble on the surface of Lat’s skin. He 
watched in stunned fascination the contraction of the forearms, biceps, delts 
and pecs as the wood was crushed smaller and smaller. 

When he finally stopped, all that remained was a blackened, charred lump of coal 
just two inches wide!

“Fuck!.. what am I?” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, as he 
looked across the vast planes of his musculature.

The massive cock and grapefruit sized balls looked as huge, veiny and hard as 
the rest of him. He watched as individual muscle striations rippled and etched 
beneath the almost transparent skin; the pecs, quads, abs, delts – shit every 
fucking muscle was bulging and pulsing, and looked bigger than when he killed 
the bear earlier. 

“God…” Tom whispered. Lattimer’s gaze left his own body and he looked up.

“You are God. Muscular perfection in all its brutal, hulking glory – the 
ultimate killing machine…” Tom’s voice became reverential, inaudible, making 
silent prayer as his eyes worked over the body of the man before him, attempting 
to take it all in.

They were suddenly disturbed by Todd, who was shouting. “Tom! Lat! What the 
hell’s all this?” pointing to the bust tree and puddles of cum.

Their two ‘friends’ approached from the camp-fire, looking bemused. 

“What’s goin’ on guys? Why the fuck you naked and covered in blood Lat? Run into 
another bear?” Mark deadpanned, and both snickered.

They clearly must have heard or felt Lat’s exertions. They looked startled at 
the sight of Lat, naked and hulking. Both peered in utter confusion at the 
sticky whitish goo that covered the entire surrounding area, and were treading 
carefully over the huge fissures that had opened up in the earth.

“What’s goin’ on is I’m killing all my so-called friends, that’s what,” Lat 
growled, as he reached across with preternatural speed and captured both Mark 
and Todd in each hand, raising them up slowly, dangling their legs off the 
ground.

They bucked and kicked, but Lat tightened his grip around their necks and 
hoisted them even higher.

“You’re both so incredibly puny. I can’t believe I actually thought of you as 
friends…”

They struggled to speak, to talk to Lat. Both clearly understood their 
predicament. Lat must have found out. And he also looked like he’d grown, 
pulsing with newfound power. But Lat was no longer in the mood for talk.

He dropped Todd to the ground and put his bare foot over a thigh. Without even 
glancing his way, he flexed his quads and drove his foot down. It went right 
through the leg, snapping the bones and embedding them into the ground. Todd 
screamed like a girl.

Now he had Todd secured, he turned his attention to Mark. He grabbed his head 
between both hands, still holding him several feet up. Mark’s legs kicked feebly 
at Lat’s rock-hard muscles, deflecting painfully as his massive rigid cock 
swelled in anticipation of the coming slaughter. 

Lat lowered Mark’s head to his own and forced the mouth open with his tongue, 
kissing him fiercely, the pressure tearing the skin of his lips and dragging 
them into his mouth as he thrust inside. 

Mark’s pathetic screams were muffled as Lat’s sensuous exploration with his 
tongue crushed and tore teeth out of their roots. Blood gushed from his mouth in 
sheets, between their entwined bodies and into Lat’s mouth. Lat drank the deep-
red, metallic liquid like a precious nectar. 

Suddenly Mark’s jaw snapped as Lat’s over-excited biceps rippled, forcing thick 
palms into the sides of his skull. The severed ends of the jaw ripped open at 
the chin, poking into Lat’s before his impregnable body caused the ends to snap 
off. Continued pressure forced the jaw halves further up and into the skull.

Lat’s enjoyment grew as he gradually encased the puny being within his endless 
muscle, securing the kicking legs between elephantine thighs. His quads flexed 
solid, and Mark’s trapped pelvis broke in half. 

Lat’s grunts and groans grew more intense. Crushing this pathetic nothing to 
death was driving him to ecstasy, and he began to fuck, thrusting his cock up 
and into the narrowing space of the pulped body. 

He enjoyed the slight but pleasurable resistance as his cock broke bones, 
puncturing through the lower back and out the other side. Intestines and organs 
began to dangle out the hole, his cock slowly emptying the body’s contents as it 
thrust.

Lat’s elbows were raised and crooked, holding Mark’s mouth to his, the body a 
foot off the ground. He began to close them together, catching Mark’s writhing, 
flailing arms just below the shoulder. The arms snapped, and the enormous swell 
of muscle between Lat’s forearms and biceps dislocated them from their socket. 
Then the shoulder girdle began to fracture and splay against the unstoppable 
crushing mass, bones ripping out the torso at unnatural angles.

Mark could still just about breathe through his nose, but Lat pushed his thumbs 
into it, breaking it apart and crushing into the nasal cavity behind. The skin 
of his face was slowly dragged up into the cavity like a condom as his thumbs 
pushed further in. It tore apart at his cheeks, exposing the red of flesh and 
white of bone beneath, ripping away from the eye and dragging the eye-lids with 
it.

Lat pried his thumbs further into the hole and, securing and fracturing the back 
of the head with his fingers, snapped the skull apart vertically at the front. 
The forehead tore in half and each part of the broken jaw dangled below its 
respective half, dripping blood and gore onto Lat’s body. 

Lat was still kissing the dead body with increasingly violent passion, crushing 
the skull halves onto his face like a mask, against his heavily muscled, 
angular, roided facial features, blood and gore smearing over his coarse skin. 

He smirked at his effortless destruction of this human. Mark’s eyeballs 
flattened against his own, like the scene where Superman deflects a bullet from 
his eye. The pressure grew until they exploded, the fluid leaking down onto his 
furiously parting, kissing lips as he scrunched up as much of the remaining gore 
as possible, running his tongue through it and devouring it like a predator 
enjoying his prey.

The brain squelched into his hair and forehead, chunks of gore dripping down 
over his ears and the rippling, massive muscles of his neck. Lat moaned in 
ecstasy, increasing his pressure on the remains of the skull, powdering the 
bones under incredible force as he licked his fingers, grunting and groaning in 
total abandon.

The mass of his distended twenty-seven inch biceps and triceps, twenty-two inch 
forearms and beachball sized pecs finally touched, having collapsed and pulped 
Mark’s feeble upper body within their unrelenting bulk. 

The lower body had been totally masticated between his thirty-five inch thighs. 
They were rippling and rubbing gore against each other, driving it up between 
his glutes and anus, where it dripped out like red shit, coating Lat’s twenty-
five inch calves in a thick, sexy layer of glistening gore.

As he tried to absorb the idea of just how superhuman he had become, he erupted 
into orgasm, gallons of cum gushing forth from his cock like a burst fire 
hydrant. The spray expanded to over five-feet in diameter, resembling water 
bursting through a dam-break. 

Tom began to choke as he stood in the path of the scaldingly hot ejaculate that 
blasted from his God’s massive cock, his body forced backwards by the tremendous 
flow, his remaining clothes tearing away as the cum destroyed the fabrics. It 
left his skin unharmed, however, and as the pressure lessened Tom pushed 
forward, now totally saturated from head to toe in his God’s juices.

Looking up at Lat, as the skull remains dripped away in gory chunks, he saw the 
beauty of his savagely powerful head gradually exposed, accentuated by the 
crushed remains of his kill. 

He lovingly reached up and ran a finger through the bloodied brain material 
coursing between his short-cropped hair, dragging it down, slowly, sensuously, 
along the back of Lat’s head and between the massively over-developed muscles of 
his neck, the four-inch deep ridge between them that collected handfuls of gore 
fascinating him. 

He explored and drew his finger in awe onto and over the massive heaving traps 
which extended up to his ears and back to his rear delts, following the path of 
some of the hundreds of massive veins that ran across every square inch of 
Lattimer’s huge physique.

Lat was just a mountain of muscle, pure and simple. Everything so completely 
over-developed as to be utterly beyond perfect, totally inhuman. Every move he 
made, every gesture, breath, even blink of his eyes, involved the brutally 
sexual display of layer upon layer of shockingly massive, disturbingly powerful 
muscle. 

He gave Tom an almost gentle smile as he enjoyed the touch of the weak but 
worshipful being that was so entranced by his perfection. The torrent of cum was 
still blasting between their bodies as the orgasm continued, and Lat pulled Tom 
closer, the cum rising up to his shoulders then over as it vented steadily, 
trillions of super-charged sperm attempting to impregnate or kill every creature 
in the forest.

Suddenly instinct took over and Lat forced Tom down to his gushing cock, opening 
his mouth to the stream of cum. He pinned him there until his stomach became 
visibly distended with his juices, then lifted the gagging man into his arms.

“That’s the only kind of food you will ever need from now on,” he stated, 
recognising his instinct for fact and gesturing to the cum that was now gushing 
at a more relaxed pace from his swollen sixteen-inch cock. He carefully settled 
Tom’s tiny body on the ground beside Todd, like a father laying a baby in a cot.

“I, on the other hand, have got dessert to finish,” and an evil smirk swept 
across his face as he ripped the cum-soaked Todd up off the ground, tearing his 
pulverised leg – still embedded in the earth – right off, looking him over like 
a side of beef.

Todd’s senses barely registered anymore. In less than fifteen minutes he’d had 
his leg crushed into the ground by a thigh that was larger and harder than the 
trunks of most trees. He’d then had to watch in complete horror as his once 
lively and energetic friend was sadistically crushed to death between Lattimer’s 
aroused and inconceivably massive blood-soaked bulk, the skeleton providing no 
resistance whatsoever to its rippling and flexing. The effort of squeezing a 
solid, living, human being into little more than a puddle of gore had not even 
registered on those endless planes of beef. Even the veins encasing all that 
brawn hadn’t dented, instead biting into bones like diamond-edged knives. 

Watching as he was lifted into the air by those unstoppable arms, he could feel 
them enlarging. Layer upon layer of new muscle forming, pushing out against a 
skin so thin it was virtually transparent, but so tough that it could endlessly 
stretch to accommodate the harder-than-diamond muscle. 

It was so incredibly transparent, in fact, that every capillary, vein and 
bloated striation of muscle was visible beneath it in its own colour – like an 
anatomy chart without the skin! He knew that it should eventually return to it’s 
natural deep tan when the growth slowed; but still, it was as if Lat were 
becoming a machine of almost pure muscle. 

He was the best informed of all the ‘friends’ the company had trained, he was 
certain of that. And so he knew that idiot Ben must have given Lat the fucking 
reverser drug instead of the tranquiliser! It was only supposed to be 
administered when the military arrived to collect their fucking killing-machine, 
and the speed at which he was growing to his pre-teen level of development was 
astonishing. 

Todd’s eyes darted desperately around the campsite, as he tried to think of 
something, anything, that might divert him from this torture. But all he could 
see was a vast area submerged under inches of Lat’s super-dense, steaming, heavy 
cum, glistening under the moonlight like waves at sea. The extreme quantities 
were a known side-effect of the genetic engineering, first observed just before 
the suppression drug took effect.

Interrupting his reflections, Todd felt Lat reach for his elbow. With an 
effortless tug, he snapped off the entire arm like it was a pretzel. A wail tore 
from the depth’s of his lungs at the pain it unleashed, and he screamed in agony 
as hot tears poured down his face.

Dangling him two-feet up in the air, crushing him by the shoulder, Lat 
carelessly stuffed the meat of the torn-off arm into his mouth, blood smothering 
his face and dripping off his chin onto his pecs and cock. He chewed it a couple 
times, savouring the delicious warmth and flavour of his prey, before 
swallowing. 

The taste was beyond exquisite, and Lat imagined that perhaps this was his 
intended food source; vague memories of killing and eating people when he was 
younger drifted into his mind. As a super-soldier it would certainly make sense, 
since killing on the scale he was capable of would provide limitless food.

Again instinct took over and his eating sped up to feed his expanding muscles. 
He rapidly tore off, chewed and then swallowed the raw meat, crushing the bones 
down with his teeth and swallowing them too.

Todd’s screaming and wailing continued. Lat smiled at the pure terror on his 
face, in his eyes, imagining how it must be to be eaten alive. 

He grabbed the remaining arm and put the hand to his lips, kissing it gently as 
he stared like an all-seeing God into Todd’s vulnerable, petrified eyes. He 
watched Todd watch him, appearing to hesitate just long enough to build a spark 
of hope, to let Todd wonder if he would show mercy or continue to feast. 

As it happened, Lat was just teasing, and as he idly crushed the shoulder within 
his grasp, his eyes clouded over in desire and he quickly bit the fingers off 
and crushed them, packing the rest of the limb away as fast as a man downing a 
pint, his body swelling with the glut of nutrients.

Todd started choking on his own vomit, as watching this relentless, remorseless 
superhuman eat him alive was just too much. Lat sharply crushed his ribcage 
inwards to relieve the choking and keep his prey alive, forcing the contents of 
his dinner and streams of blood out too. 

Tearing the undamaged leg off at the hip with a flick of his wrist, Lat devoured 
it too, clothes and all. He chewed so fast that strings of muscle attached to 
tendons and bits of bone hung loose around his mouth, blood and other bits of 
human splattering all around the site of the feast, coating Tom in a fine spray.

Tom had never seen anything quite so brutal. In a way it sickened him, but there 
was also something so primeval, so masculine and natural about the killing, the 
way muscles everywhere bulged and flexed – glutes rippled, quads thundered, 
biceps swelled – that he became achingly hot with the desire to worship this 
muscle-bound beast. 

The way Lat enjoyed his food was a huge turn-on, and the vast quantities of it 
were packing tens of pounds of new muscle onto his frame. Lat grunted, snorted, 
splattered and spat while stuffing the bloodied meat and gore into his mouth. He 
was messier than a pack of hyenas, and far more bloodthirsty. 

Tom could see his abs bulging out like an armour plated armadillo, resembling a 
roided bodybuilder’s gut as his stomach filled, only for those six-inch deep 
bricks to contract in, crushing the food down, making way for more.

Lat finished all the limbs and placed his free hand on top of Todd’s head. He 
forced it down into his shoulders, crushing apart the vertebrae that held it up 
like chalk. The skull fractured and eye-sockets collapsed, but he managed to 
keep the skull in one piece as, with a soft grunt, he forced it down into the 
ribcage so that the entire remains were now contained within the skeletal 
structure of the torso.

Straddling Todd’s barrel shaped remains, Lat carefully crushed him inwards from 
all directions, using his muscles like a vice, gradually compressing and 
crushing the ribcage and its contents down until it resembled a giant sausage – 
minced meat and bones wrapped in a thin skin.

Lat lifted this dripping sausage and, turning briefly to check Tom was still 
watching, flashing him a huge, sexy grin, he proceeded to eat. Within a couple 
more minutes, Lat had completely devoured an entire human being – minus one leg.

“That was so fucking good!” Lat groaned as he rubbed his swollen abs, crunching 
them in, crushing Todd’s remains even smaller.

Tom could see he’d clearly enjoyed his meal. In fact, his whole body was still 
plastered in little bits of Todd because he’d eaten so fast. But what was most 
impressive was the speed with which Lat’s body digested Todd. Even now, he could 
see muscles swelling beneath the skin, dried flakes of gore and blood cracking 
on the surface as it stretched and bulged, and inch-thick veins throbbed.

Lat suddenly felt a wave of tiredness overcome him after the incredible pleasure 
of his fuck and feast. He kicked the pulped, gory remains of his kills together 
on the hard earth, mixing them into the inches-thick layer of his still 
steaming-hot cum which completely covered the clearing. Then he beckoned Tom 
over to sleep with him on them, enjoying the feel of the cum-soaked gore as it 
seeped into the crevasses, mountains and striations of his gigantic musculature, 
dreaming of the fuck-fun and killing the next day would surely bring.