Every pred thinks they’re big and tough, and Odell was no different. He had swallowed a fair number of the opposing team’s players over the years, and had somehow managed to avoid the same fate longer than most. When it came to voreball games, he was one of the best. That is, until he bumped into Kane: the star player of the team he was playing against tomorrow.
Odell tried his usual intimidation tactics, but Kane wasn’t impressed. Being bigger than the voreball player in height, weight, and girth, it wasn’t difficult to see why. In a last ditch effort to intimidate Kane, Odell threw his shirt off and stood chest-to-chest with the newer player.
The air was quiet for several tense moments. Kane’s powerful arms shot up suddenly, wrapping his meaty hands around the other player’s waist in much the same way one would hold a sandwich. Odell struggled briefly to escape the powerful grip before turning his gaze upward. Kane’s thick lips parted, revealing his cavernous, drooling maw. The veteran player winced as Kane’s mouth filled his sight, then everything went dark.
Thick, warm saliva soaked into his hair and beard. Warm, stale breath washed over his face as Kane exhaled. Odell knew exactly what was happening. He had done the same thing to so many other players. He just didn’t think it would happen to him so soon.
With a sudden surge Odell found himself in the other man’s throat, surely stretching it out. The warmth of Kane’s mouth had traveled over his shoulders, and warm streams of saliva ran down his back. His arms were useless, pinned to his sides by the titan’s grip, but he still had use of his legs. His feet no longer touched the ground, allowing him to kick hard with both legs, Even though he made contact several times, there seemed to be no effect.
Kane opened his mouth wide and shoved more of Odell down his gullet. His tongue lapped along the bare chest, savoring the taste of the other player before swallowing again. Odell felt like he was going to pass out. Blood rushed to his head as he hung upside down in the tight, fleshy tunnel leading to Kane’s empty stomach. He continued to kick his legs wildly, but with the other man’s lips wrapped around his waist he knew that he would soon lose the ability to fight.
Odell frantically scoured his memory to find a way to escape - anything that could stop him from becoming this behemoth’s late night snack. However, before he could formulate a plan, he felt cool air rushing over his lower body as Kane ripped the pants off his legs. With the obstruction removed, the voreball player rolled his head back and heaved a massive swallow, taking in Odell’s cock, ass, and thighs in one go.
The heat and saliva on his junk was, admittedly, an amazingly good feeling, but he pushed it aside so he could keep fighting for his life. Time was running out. He could hardly put up any resistance at all, but Odell refused to surrender himself to Kane’s stomach, even as his head pressed up against the opening and squeezed inside. With an angry shout, he pulled both of his arms into the fleshy sac and started pounding away, hoping to agitate it enough to force Kane to cough him up.
The behemoth seemed utterly unfazed, however. He even went as far as rubbing his swelling middle as he swallowed yet again, taking Odell’s knees and shins into his mouth. He shivered as Kane’s hot breath washed over his toes. Then, unceremoniously, he felt a meaty finger push his feet inside and thick lips close around him, sealing him within. A final swallow was all it took.
Odell slowly descended into Kane’s stomach, powerful muscles and gravity forcing him down into his new home. The space inside the fleshy sac quickly evaporated, forcing him to curl up tightly. Odell furiously pounded away at the stomach walls, but it seemed all hope was lost. In the pitch black confines, he felt his legs join him, and the entrance close around him.
“Let me out, you asshole!” Odell shouted, but all Kane did was chuckle and shake his domed belly. “You’re only supposed to eat players during the game!” Kane didn’t care about the rules. His belly was full and his dominance was asserted. He couldn’t wait until the news broke that Odell Beckham Jr. had finally met his end.