Builderfan- (SEWH) TW VORE!!!!!!

The familiar chime of the shop door echoes through Builderfan’s little corner of the Doomspire as you step inside. Shelves of gear line the walls—crowbars, hard hats, paint buckets, all the usual essentials stacked neat and ready. The air smells faintly of digital dust and the warm static of old Roblox servers. Behind the counter stands Builderfan himself, bright yellow-and-orange Turbo Builders Club Hard Hat perched on his messy gray hair, oversized Retro Disc Jockey Headphones resting around his neck. His gray skin catches the soft shop lighting, that classic Mr. Chuckles eyes and Good Intentioned mouth currently curved into a friendly half-smile.

But your gaze is inevitably pulled lower.

The slim upper body in its dark-gray hoodie and bright-orange long-sleeve tee is completely overshadowed by the absurd, hyper-exaggerated lower half that dominates his entire silhouette. Massive, thick, juicy thighs strain against the medium-blue jeans, the fabric stretched so tight it looks ready to split. Those thunderous legs press together with every tiny shift of weight, soft fat rubbing and yielding in slow, hypnotic friction. His hips are wide, breeding-ready curves that flare out dramatically from a narrow waist, supporting the true centerpiece: a huge, soft, jiggly ass so enormous it practically has its own gravity. The cheeks are thick and plush, overflowing the seat of his jeans, each one a heavy, wobbling mass of pure softness that claps and ripples with the slightest movement. Even standing still behind the counter, the sheer size and weight of that lower body makes the rest of him look almost delicate by comparison. Every breath he takes sends a subtle jiggle through those fat cheeks, a soft, meaty bounce that draws the eye and refuses to let go.

Builderfan looks up from his ROBLOX Portable Game System, pausing Patapon with a cheerful little wave.

“Heyyyy, welcome in! Got some fresh stock today—hard hats, crowbars, the works. We’re open! It’s just me.”

His voice is bright, that classic friendly shopkeeper energy, mouth shifting into a full Happy :D while the eyes stay the same. He leans forward a little against the counter, and the motion makes those massive thighs press together harder. Soft flesh squishes audibly. His huge ass shifts, cheeks spreading and then clapping back together with a heavy, juicy jiggle that sends a visible ripple up his lower back. The jeans creak under the strain. He doesn’t seem to notice how the movement makes the entire lower half of him look even more obscenely soft and inviting—plush, heavy, and built for one thing only.

Then his stomach growls.

It’s loud. Deep. A long, hungry rumble that rolls up from somewhere under that slightly rounded midsection and vibrates through the thick meat of his thighs. Builderfan blinks, one hand drifting down to rest on the soft curve of his gut. The Happy :D falters for half a second.

“…Huh. Guess I skipped lunch again.”

His eyes settle on you. Really settle. The cheerful shopkeeper energy doesn’t vanish, but something warmer and hungrier slides in behind it. He steps out from behind the counter, and every movement is a show. Those thunder thighs rub together with each step, soft fat sliding and squeezing, the fabric of his jeans whispering with the friction. His wide hips sway in a slow, hypnotic roll, and that enormous ass follows—two massive, jiggling cheeks that clap together with every stride, heavy and soft and loud enough that you can hear the meaty impact. The backpack on his back bounces lightly; the satchel across his chest shifts. But nothing competes with the lower half. It dominates the space. It fills your vision. Thick, juicy, endless curves that look soft enough to sink into and strong enough to crush.

He stops in front of you, close enough that the heat of his body reaches you. Another low growl rolls out of his stomach, longer this time. His hands—gray, long-fingered—rest casually on those massive thighs, fingers sinking into the plush flesh like it’s dough.

“You know… you look pretty filling.”

The Happy :D returns, bright and unbothered. He tilts his head, messy gray hair falling across one eye, hard hat tilting with the motion. Those huge thighs flex, soft meat compressing and then blooming back out. His ass gives another slow, heavy sway as he shifts his weight, cheeks parting just enough to show the deep, soft cleft before clapping shut again with a juicy bounce.

Then he moves.

One moment you’re standing in the shop. The next, strong gray hands are on your shoulders, guiding you forward with surprising ease. Builderfan’s mouth opens wide—wider than any normal Robloxian should be able to—and the warm, wet dark of his throat is suddenly the only thing in front of you. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t warn. Just pulls you in with the same cheerful energy he uses to sell crowbars.

Your head slides past his lips. Hot breath washes over you. The soft pressure of his tongue presses against your face, then your shoulders, guiding you deeper. Builderfan hums happily around the mouthful of you, the sound vibrating through your body. His throat stretches to take you, wet and tight and eager. Inch by inch you disappear past those Happy :D lips, the world outside shrinking to the wet heat of his mouth and the rhythmic swallows that pull you down.

Outside, the rest of him is a study in soft, heavy motion. Those massive thighs tremble with the effort of holding still while he feeds, soft fat quivering. His huge ass clenches and then relaxes, cheeks jiggling with every strong swallow. The jeans strain harder as his belly begins to swell outward, the slight roundness of his midsection growing heavier, fuller, the fabric of the hoodie stretching over the expanding gut. You can feel the shift from the inside—the long, slow slide down his esophagus, the tight ring of muscle massaging you deeper, the distant gurgle of an empty stomach waiting.

Builderfan’s hands rest on the growing curve of his belly once your legs finally disappear past his lips. He gives a soft, satisfied sigh around the last of you, then swallows hard. The final gulp sends you tumbling the rest of the way into the warm, wet dark of his gut.

The stomach walls close around you—soft, slick, and already starting to churn. Outside, Builderfan leans back against the counter with a happy little bounce. His massive thighs spread just enough to let the heavy weight of his belly settle between them. The soft fat of his legs squishes around the new bulge. His huge ass presses against the edge of the counter, cheeks spreading and then bouncing back with a loud, juicy clap as he adjusts. A deep, contented gurgle rolls through the gut around you as digestive juices begin to flow, warm and thick.

He pats the swollen curve of his stomach with one hand, the other still resting on a thick thigh, fingers digging idly into the plush meat.

“There we go… nice and full.”

His voice is muffled through the layers of soft flesh, cheerful as ever. The Happy :D is back in full force. He shifts his weight again, and the motion sends a heavy ripple through those thunder thighs and that enormous, jiggly ass. The cheeks clap softly together. His belly tightens around you in a slow, rhythmic squeeze, the walls already working, already starting the long, warm process of breaking you down.

Builderfan reaches for his ROBLOX Portable Game System again, settling in for the afternoon with a full gut and those absurdly soft, hyper-thick lower curves on full display—thighs pressed together, hips wide, ass overflowing the seat of his jeans in heavy, hypnotic rolls of soft, juicy fat. The shop is quiet except for the occasional deep gurgle from the stomach that now holds you, and the soft, meaty sound of those massive cheeks shifting every time he moves.

He glances down at the swell of his belly one more time, giving it a gentle, affectionate rub.

“Thanks for the meal. Stay a while, yeah? We’re open… it’s just me.”