0.4.7 'PREDATOR ARMOR'
Updated 3/9/2024 @ 12:20AM

One of Luka’s many experiments was his project in men’s wear with a clothing outlet in the Gulch called ‘Storm and Lucious,’ or ‘SAL’ for short. The clothing line was called ‘Predator Armor,’ now one of the rarest and most expensive articles of clothing you will ever find on the open market in Filthville. A single unused outfit unstained and good as new going for anywhere from 30-180 thousand dollars depending on rarity. This legendary clothing line consisted of 39 designs with 26 of said designs ever making it to production. Only 20,000 outfits were ever distributed before production was immediately halted and the project was scrapped. The last, rarest, and most expensive design to see production was the ‘Incandescent Prowler Armor.’ Of the 25,000 outfits produced they were distributed to the Downtown District, Uptown District, Westside, and Eastside district at SAL locations for the opening launch of the clothing line. The incandescent going for a jaw-dropping 310 thousand sold at auction in 2019.

While normal clothing typically is frowned upon in Filthville these risqué and urban outfits for men were an overnight sensation that would sweep headlines across the nation for one specific reason. These outfits were anything but normal. Luka layered them with small syringe tacs of a special gene therapy agent designed to infect the wearer with a specific strain of parts of Voxeres Plagas. This specific isolation of certain genes from the Voracanix gene sequence was engineered to rapidly deliver the sequences to the body cells of the infected host. An extremely aggressive lab-engineered virus. Wearers would jolt and yelp after putting on their fashionable new clothes feeling the pricks on their arms, legs, chest, back, and ass. As many delivery sites given as possible to ensure rapid delivery of the virus.

Effects were swift and immediate after the prick. Studies found their eyes began to glow, often times in the primary color of their outfit. Sometimes their hair would also change pigmentation to match the changes. Their irises shrinking in an almost ‘possessed’ sort of look. Those being the tamest of the effects. What Luka did not account for was the virus was essentially a ‘watered-down’ version of parts of Reaver’s own DNA. Even a fraction of the rat’s DNA reduced in potency was so many times more potent than the genes found in mortals or even low demons. The effects were far more potent than anticipated in some subjects who now had bodies fit for a god more than a man. The musculature they’d achieved was so far beyond normal capacities there was no comparison. People watched in shock and amazement as their musculature would practically explode before their very eyes, gaining height as young men went from six feet tall to almost twelve feet tall and built with muscles that were swollen to such extents it was beyond steroidal. Biceps thicker than some men’s entire bodies were wide. Seeing the incredible effects there was a mad rush to buy out the entire stock. Certain people climbed over one another to shove themselves inside the store. By the time news hit about these incredible new clothes they were already sold out. Stores were picked clean in hours with people scrambling in demanding more. For most this would never happen as fate would have it.

In addition to the main changes those infected found their raw body odor had worsened dozens of times over as well as they seemed to have started to develop saber-like fangs in front where their canines used to be. Increased appetites proportionate to their size and strength as well. Most notably a truly vorascious appetite that could no longer be merely quenched by simple food. There was only one thing that could sate their hunger, which was consuming others whole. Vore became the only option for these individuals who were haunted with chronic hunger pains until they indulged. In addition to increased appetite the amounts they would fart and shit would skyrocket thousands of times over the normal. Incidents of vore being reported across the city skyrocketed over night with more and more people showing up in record numbers at the spawning pits, having been devoured. Most of the new influx reporting having been eaten by a friend, loved one, or family member effected by the cloth’s mysterious properties. With the prevalence of ‘outfit sharing’ among the XL and XXL models that didn’t always rip when worn after the transformation its estimated more than 40,000 people were effected by this. The effects found to be permanent.

On a positive note this aggressive form of gene therapy cured various types of cancer some subjects had including giving mobility back to a number paraplegics who received some used XL and XXL outfits donated by extremely generous former users of the outfits looking to give this gift to others. While no one suffered any sever life-altering trauma from this little experiment of Luka’s it prompted Filthville to ban clothing of this type and re-arrange its kink districts making the ones for vore larger. All those effected by the event were offered to be relocated for free with no consequence to renters and homeowners who’d be given property of equal or greater value in exchange for the move.

Catharsis also offered to give asylum to all those effected in the under city. To complete their transformations and delve fully into the corruption until they were full-blown Voracanii. Most declined, but a number accepted the offer. Naturally no one batted an eye to Luka or Luscious for the hidden surprise in these outfits. A few lawsuits were filed, but they either were acquitted and settled out of court. Luka also offered a neutralizing agent that would revert them to their old selves, but only a handful accepted it when they realized it meant giving up what they now had. The vast majority of their customers were extremely happy with the results. Many letters would find their way to his desk of former customers thanking him for what he gave them.

Today the only remaining outfit known in pristine condition from the ‘Incandescent Prowler Armor XXXL’ design is on display in the Filthville Science Museum in TEK MT. The museum acquired it from a private seller for over 6.8 million dollars when it was confirmed to be a legitimate, pristine, unused, and complete outfit. Its said to be the most potent and strongest outfit they ever made in its extraordinary effects. The wearers of this outfit all destroyed theirs from the resulting growth, but are among the elite in Filthville predators.

A female version was likewise made, but didn’t see nearly the circulation the male versions did as the serum was engineered from the DNA of a male Harbinger Voracanix. Tried as Luka did there are no female Harbingers to get DNA samples from. So the female batches were purely experimental and never saw public circulation. Those who tried on their outfits had signed waivers in a testing lab in TEK MT. Females who tried it on found their breasts replaced by a more pronounced form of pectoral muscle including a rarer phenomenon where their vaginal lips would begin to puff up including a handful of instances of these steroidal femmes developing a semblance of a pseudo penis from the transformation. The resulting hits to their hygiene and hunger likewise very similar.

Despite the halt to all the hysteria around this event it sparked a huge public fascination with it. It also lead to the integration of vore into public sports in Filthville. Given its applications Luka has halted further testing until he gains a better understanding of Voracanix genes and physiology. Given his kind’s rampant mutatious nature it makes determining what certain gene sequences will do when delivered into another species very difficult to predict.

The city council repealed the ruling banning the clothing in 2019, buts it expected that the legendary clothing line won’t see another run until 2030. This time with better controls on the effects, even if it comes a disappointment to potential customers captivated by the original line.

This being just one in a long line of proof that Voracanii corruption runs throughout the city to varying amounts, regardless of how small or insignificant.

The Predator Armor Prototypes: C3RB OBSIDIAN

As stated in pervious entries only 26 of the original 39 designs ever saw any amount of production before sexy chaos would envelope the tri-city area.

The Incandescent Prowler Armor is credited with being the most potent and rarest of all the products ever made in this clothing line. Its said only thirty of these outfits ever saw distribution. The thirty recipients going on to be known among the city’s most prolific predators devouring and churning prey with speed and efficiency their peers cannot even come close to. Several of these individuals sought out Catharsis or other Voracanii and now today live among their ranks.

However, there are stories attached to the thirteen different outfits that never saw production, this being one of their stories. This is the story of one 26-year-old Zackary Ashton. A man who didn’t have the slightest clue what he was signing up for when he by chance was invited by his husband to accompany him on a business luncheon. Zackary had just been laid off from a temp position he maintained at LAT Systems as a consultant. His husband 24-year-old Tyler Ashton worked for the Whittaker and Dark law firm in Up Town Filthville as a receptionist. He was working fulltime while attending night classes for law school with a full ride sponsored by Whittaker and Dark to Filthville’s most prestigious law school Banks University of Law, a private school not anyone can enter unlike the free public universities.

Zackary was the receptionist for mister Kalvin Dark himself, his sponsor for the university. Even in Filthville nepotism sometimes plays a role, with Zackary’s approval Tyler had been having sex with Kalvin for months. Zackary loved being a service top with dreams of becoming a service predator. Tyler was a proud slut even if he’d give it up for Zackary. They would often times share pictures of their adventures with others throughout the day in true Filthville fashion. Zackary was on the fence about scatplay whe he first immigrated to the archipelago, now he’d gone eight months without ever using a toilet and was loving it. Tyler kissing and sucking on his ass when he shat was too much for the wolf to resist. So when they married he had the toilet in their apartment unit removed. Tyler vowed to be his toilet at the alter.

Kalvin would periodically visit their unit to talk with Tyler and Zackary. Kalvin was a mortal just like them, but prior to moving here he lost his son years before immigrating to the Filthville Archipelago. This being after a messy divorce when he was thirty. Now at forty seven having Tyler around stirred parental feelings within the middle-aged man. He was the exact age of his son when he died. Tyler having immigrated to Filthville at 21 to escape a toxic environment at home. It had been the best decision of his life even before he met Zackary. Kalvin felt like doing these boys a service would give him some semblance of getting a second chance from his own son that was taken from him. Since started to get to know Tyler and began spending more time together he grew fond of him and didn’t feel as sad as he was before. He was hard on Tyler, but he worked hard and went above and beyond what he sometimes should have for his boss. His disposition began to soften towards the cheetah before one day he offered to take him to lunch. That was the first day they tried sex.

Now Dark was personally paying to put Tyler through college with all but an assurance he’d be taken on as a initiate with the firm if he could pass the Filthville BAR. It was October and the city was bustling for its biggest holiday that was so very popular the city shuts down for three whole days now just to celebrate it. Halloween being the biggest national holiday Filthville has. Immensely popular among the youth its three whole days of partying hard, drunken merriment, and otherwise enjoying the macabre displays and scenery the entire city pitches in to helping setup. During these three days tax on alcohol is removed and many stores discount prices on the shelves. Trick-or-treating and candies not being a typical Filthville tradition when its seen more of a adult holiday. As some would say these three days are the best time to be a demon a year. Parades are held, fireworks are launched nightly, whiskey, vodka, and wine flows like water from bars, the third day encouraged for residents to use to get over the hangover from the first two days as the day after sees the most call-offs and vacation days taken nation-wide. It is considered Filthville’s most magical time of year where demons and monsters alike are cheered and looked upon with awe and arousal being the highlight of the show. TEK MT was having its annual Halloween Banaza and its largest patron LAT Systems was one of the primary sponsors for the event of course. Scientific minds from all over would be attending this gala of some of the smartest scientists, philosophers, and researchers Filthville has ever seen. Every laboratory in TEK MT closes down for the full extent, giving their employees usually a floating holiday after to recover if the event lands during the week. Dark was invited for the event by LAT Systems who he represents as one of their primary corporate lawyers. So he invited Tyler and Zackary both to join before tugging Zackary aside.

“I know they just laid you off but please come along with me tonight. I got someone who you would be very, veeery interested to meet. I love you and Tyler like your my own sons. Trust me on this,” were Kalvin’s words to a skeptical Zackary when he protested to the idea. He didn’t want to have anything to do with LAT after they delt him what he perceived as a low blow.

That afternoon Kalvin’s limousine came by their apartment block to pick them up. Reluctantly Zackary stepped into the stretch limo with his boyfriend. The LED street lamps of the city had been turned orange and red for the holidays, casting eerie mood lighting all over the entire city that was decorated in black, red, and orange. The streets were clearer than usual due to most if not all non-essential businesses shutting down for the first day of the holiday. Jobs like bars usually offering double time or triple time to keep their employees working for the biggest nights of the year for them.

Even Tyler seemed unusually excited on the ride from Ditchwater to TEK MT. Confusing Zackary as he knew his husband enough to know he had no poker face. He knew something he didn’t like he was about to be surprised by something. This being the only warning sign he’d get before the limo arrived at the gala.

At the Gala was where he met him. Zackary gambled a little, drank till tipsy, and danced with his husband before Kalvin approached the duo, asking Tler if he could borrow his boyfriend for a few minutes. Tyler almost too gleefully squeaked yes. Almost like he had stars in his eyes.

This made Zackary cock an eyebrow, now knowing something was up. “Kalvin… if this is an offer to work for your firm I’m an IT guy. I work with computers not answering phones. You know my salary was the only reason why we could afford the flat,” Zackary muttered. There was no position he knew of within his firm that paid him as well as LAT Systems did.

“Heavens no,” Kalvin protested, turning to him. “Trust me. I am going to put you in touch with someone who is going to change your life,” the lawyer insisted, tugging the wolf along until he stopped. At a bar in the gala was a canine, even the wolf recognized who he was when his name was in the news often.

“Luka?” Zackary asked, even the air around the canine reeked of shit so potently it overpowered everything around him. Fumes practically radiating from between his ass cheeks as he sat there at the bar till Kalvin approached him. As if knowing they were approaching he turned in his bar stool, those bright, almost glowing black and green eyes staring back at him. Irises like an emerald with a pupil like a serpent’s.

“Yes. Zackary this is one of my primary clients Luka Filthrea, smartest bio engineer in the world who invented the Immuno-C booster,” Kalvin explained proudly, Luka cocking an eyebrow and curiously shaking hands with the man, eyes trained on Zackary.

“This is the subject you spoke about?” Luka asked.

Already alarm bells were ringing in Zackary’s head. What did he mean by ‘subject?’ “Whoa I may be unemployed Kalvin but I’m not being some test subject for money,” Zackary protested. He didn’t need to hear the pitch to assume the worst. These programs also paid nowhere near enough money for them to last more tha a month if he didn’t get a job quick.

“I need someone willing to become a predator. Possibly one of the most terrifying ones this island has ever seen. Kalvin promised me someone who wanted a chance at that. If that’s not for you then there are millions in this city who would kill for this,” Luke explained bluntly, taking a sip of his cocktail. Zackary’s heart skipped a beat hearing this, blinking, he leaned in a little closer, looking the Voracanix in the eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” Zackary asked.

“Such determined steely blue eyes you have. I like that in a man. You’re not afraid. You got some balls on you,” Luka chuckled, smirking devilishly back at the shocked canine before he flicked out a claw and held it to Zackary’s chin.

“I wish to use you as a test subject for my clothing line. You probably have heard of it. ‘Predator Armor’ the press is calling it no? You are perfect closest to his gene line anyways,” Luka mused, his tone so light for what he was proposing.

“And the pay?” Zackary replied, a look of interest forming on his face.

“Sixty thousand units flat for just an hour or two of your time. I just ask you allow a researcher or two of mine to follow you after to film, take pictures, and take notes. That and you don’t devour them. This is to collect data and observations,” Luka explained in the most dismissive tone Zackary had ever heard for such a proposal. The sheer amount offered floored him.

“S-sixty thousand!?” he almost guffawed at the notion. That was more than a year’s pay for him. A Filthville Unit was worth more than a US Dollar. The canine holding up a finger as if to silence him.

“A few conditions. You can -never- reveal how you acquired these changes and abilities. No one would believe something of mortal flesh would be capable of this. We’ll work out those details later. You must also never breathe a word of what you see in my laboratory and you must consume people after the initial test. Vore is not optional for proper testing. Your no good to me if you don’t have the balls to consume others. FULL digestion. Not that you will have much of an option. If you choose this there is no going back. The changes to you may be irreversible. I doubt you will handle the hunger the best when it first hits,” Luka explained, swirling the fluids around in his margarita glass.

Now Zackary knew why Tyler practically had stars in his eyes when they came here today. Bless his heart he knew this was Zackary’s dream. Now he was standing in front of Filthville nobility being offered the chance of a lifetime.

“I have the balls in spades Lord Luka. I accept those terms and look forward to working with you,” Zackary blurted out, almost surprising himself. Luka chuckling, clearly surprised by the outburst but in a approving manner. “Huehuehue. We’ll aren’t you the confident one? Meet me in my lab in and hour. I’ll give you proper attire for this party,” Luka mused, cooing in approval to the bravery of his latest test subject.

Zackary would make the trek over to Luka’s laboratory compound he only knew all too well from having seen it in the area on his way to work every day. What he didn’t know was everything people saw on the surface was but a mere façade. An empty husk designed to mimic an office building with no real merit to it other than to be as fake as it looked up-close. He was escorted by armed guards to an elevator that took him downwards beneath the sea level of the island.

What he saw down there left him in awe both at the technology ahead of its time it was at, but also that such a massive facility could exist beneath TEK MT unnoticed to those above. He was taken to a subterranean facility on a scale he couldn’t have possibly imagined. The first thing he’d notice was the sheer scale of this facility. Fifteen-foot tall ceilings with doors that were all hydraulic as well as seemed to require key cards to activate. Luka explaining each area of the laboratory was air-tight as well as designed to lock down. The entrance just to the elevator to this place saw solid steel blast doors more than twelve inches thick slide open to the lift. It was there when they finished their descent he was guided down corridors of glass and steel. Passing room after room that seemed to have various purposes, men and women in labcoats walking about. About ten minutes of walking later he was taken to a medical room surrounded by ballistic glass on all sides. There were dozens of forms staring through the tinted windows at him in the testing room where he first saw it. A mannequin holding the set of clothing he was to wear. A black and gold jacket with cargo pants adorned with chains hanging from it’s belt. Paw boots allowing the toes and their claws ample room to jut free almost like sandals. Black and gold being the theme across the whole set. It was urban as much as it looked brilliantly tailored with a red emblem of three wolf heads mad from triangles ‘CER’ inscribed beneath the emblem.

Zackary blinked. THIS was what he was getting so much money to test? Zackary signed more papers than he cared to, almost annoyed at all the release forms that were shoved in his face. It was almost an hour of paperwork before he finally was ready to begin. He stripped down naked, a little embarrassed to strip in front of so many. But he had no time to squabble when the voice came over the intercom instructing him to put on the outfit. He was warned he would feel pricking sensations when putting on the clothes, followed by a burning sensation. He was told not to take the clothes off for any reason and to fight through any reflexes to disrobe.

He did just that as he slid the jacket on, able to feel what felt like needles prickling all over his arms. The pants and shoes doing much the same for his ass and legs. He was told he would know when the experiment would start in full. At first he felt fine. The clothes had a pleasant aroma to them to the wolf. Earthy scents with a hint of new car smell to it. Chains dangling as he looked himself over in the mirror. Whilst uncomfortable, this didn’t seem that bad. The shoes were remarkably comfortable to where he felt like he was walking on clouds. This would all change in the next minute.

He would yelp as he felt it. Needles jabbing into him from all sides. Arms, legs, chest, abs, back, and even the neck around his jacket collar. Zackary doubled over in pain, the urge to tear the jacket off almost unbearable as it felt like his skin was now on fire. The micro pumps precision-pumping their concoctions into the man. He didn’t know a slurry of altered Voracanix DNA was being blasted into his bloodstream midst a intense delivery vehicle Luka concocted for rapid delivery. There was no better delivery vehicle than the same parasites found his own scrotum. With some tweaking instead of eating him alive they instead began attacking his body on a cellular level. His immune system not even triggered by it given the unique coding identifiers the parasites had. The body was in pain but it did not know what from.

Zackary thrashed about screaming in the testing room as it felt like his very skin was boiling. The serum he had just been injected with on a massive level was designed to not interfere with the Immuno-C serum. If anything, being vaccinated made the process easier. Luka was already not amused with the dosing results. He’d have to prioritize tackling pain response next time. He didn’t want Zackary to suffer, he was no monster, not in that sort of way anyways, so he keyed in some commands on a panel in the viewing room for the testing chamber and Zackary would be able to hear hissing. “Lay down Zackary. I don’t want you getting hurt,” were Luka’s last words on the matter. Zackary’s eyes stung as he was already finding it difficult to breathe. He did do what was asked, whimpering for help over the microphone. The only thing on his mind his husband he wasn’t sure if he’d live or die or what would happen should he find himself in the spawning pools. Knowing he’d never see the outside world again bound to the archipelago forever.

He'd hardly notice it before he passed out, the knockout gas in the chamber doing its job before Luka threw on the ventilators and emergency alarms blared. “Get him to Sickbay now,” Luka barked. At the very least Zackary was in a laboratory that had medical facilities that put any hospital in Filthville to shame.

Zackary blinked, rising from the hospital bed with a groan, moving to feel over his forehead before he realized something… was in the way of his neck. It felt like his own furry flesh but different. Jumping when he heard someone say ‘hey! Watch it would ya’ like it came from his own throat. Zackary jumped in shock, realizing he was flanked on both sides by actual… additional heads. His chest had expanded exponentially widening and bulking up. He felt beyond amazing… fantastic actually. Aside from some disorientation he felt like a teenager again practically, no, better. He felt strong, he felt light and agile, discovering he had muscle mass he never had before. Where he was athletic, but nothing to brag about before he was ripped and built like a tank. Massive biceps and triceps that bulged and looked jaw-droppingly impressive even when not flexed, broad shoulders with deltoids that would make a professional football player jealous. Thick hard abs, calves that looked like they could crush a brick between them with ease. Not to mentionwhen Zackary pulled the sheets aside, eyes going wide. Not one but two cocks now rested against his side and hanging some off the bed itself. They must have been at least three feet long flaccid and thicker around than beer cans. “Oh good your awake,” a doctor would chime, the fox woman entering the hospital room. “What happened?” Zackary asked.

“We didn’t anticipate the delivery process to be quite that intense so for the worst of it we knocked you out. I’m so sorry you endured that. No one here knew that would have happened,” the nurse explained. “I need to get the crew ready hun. Make yourself comfortable and stay calm,” the nurse explained.

Zackary felt like he was a freak till they showed him in a mirror, the wolf absolutely stunned by what he saw. That day he gained two new brothers, Zeke and Davis. They were biologically him but had their own minds, personalities, and unique voices. The three of them sharing one body and singular nervous system. It was revealed he had not one but two stomachs, standing now at ten feet tall. To say it was surreal was an understatement, he was a miracle of medical science. His eyes now glowed a predatory gold like his irises, sclera black. It noted there was more Voracanix traits in him than anticipated. Surprising even Luka who came in to check on him. He was seen around the clock by two therapists at different times to work with him.

The hunger hit like a being struck by a runaway freight train, a sharp gnawing emptiness in his stomach realizing the discomfort he felt even extended to his own ballsac and further back than that too as suspected by the scientists. He appreciated the trays of food brought but it got him no closer to feeling full even as him and his new brothers worked in tandem to eat it all like starved dogs. It did nothing to satiate them however even after eating enough food for twenty people. Confirming Luka’s suspicions. Live testing began after.

Tyler all the while saw the holiday come and go without his husband, the first time he’d seen a Halloween come and go not spending it with the love of his life. He was assured by Luka who personally came to their apartment to sit him down and explain what was happening. Zackary was alive and still the man he knew and loved. He would come back different though, with others now apart of him. He was to be a group package now with two new brothers who were very sweet and loving just like his Zackary. It was obvious they shared memories and the two brothers were absolutely thrilled to see him, the wedded husband of their brother responsible for their existence at all.

So the day came Tyler was told Zackary was coming home at last. Five weeks had passed and as a personal apology Luka announced they were being offered to move to Pred-Row one of the most prestigious vore districts in the city located right next to Turdcrest, the home of Filthville’s most elite. Luka saying it the least he could do for worrying Tyler to hysterics and not being able to see his husband for almost two whole months. Luka explaining Zackary would still need psychiatric assistance and Luka would provide it for him at no cost to them. He’d send his primary psychiatrist to his home twice a week until deemed not needed anymore. But mountains of date had been collected and Luka would sign them their check right in their new apartment. Tyler stunned to be told a limousine was waiting for him below to take them to the site of their future home.

Pred-Row being a neighborhood within the Uptown District right across the canal from Turdcrest. To say it was up-scale compared to Ditchwater was an understatement. It made Ditchwater look like a slum in comparison. The apartment previously used to be TJ’s before moving to Eastside and the cheetah just forgot to sell the property. Tyler finding himself in front of a 30-story luxury apartment complex on a street that was brighter and greener than Ditchwater ever was. While the environment of Filthville was toxic this place had lavish parks shielded from the fumes and toxic rains by advanced hydroponic greenhouses. Not a extremely cramped slog that Ditchwater was, the district reminiscent of the walled city of Kowloon if on steroids. It was dirty, nasty, dingy, and Tyler adored it. Seeing this much more upscale area the first thing to pop into Tyler’s head was the cleaners wasn’t right around the corner from their home and he’d miss the smells of food wafting into the apartment every day from the Thai-Japanese fusion restaurant below them.

Nothing could prepare him though for what he saw when he entered the apartment. Seeing Zackary for the first time. How he towered over him now like a god that made him weak in the knees, his ears going flat, but his cock couldn’t have leaped harder. They kissed and hugged for a long time before he could even get a word out.

With trepidation he asked if they had to live here, making Zackary cock an eyebrow. They couldn’t return to their old apartment it was too small and frail for Zackary who weighed close to 700 pounds of pure muscle now. Luka sighing and opening his phone. He got TJ on the line and through that eight-minute call arranged TJ to sell the apartment and instead use the money to renovate that entire section of Ditchwater. Onlookers stunned to see heavy machinery grumbling down the streets before that entire block was torn down. It making city news more than once as the first project of its kind Ditchwater would see in its entire history. Residents were temporarily relocated and a new complex was built to accommodate Zackary’s size and weight. Painted and made to appear to blend in with the rest of the slum around it. Not to appear too new when everything inside was brand-new and up to codes befitting of Uptown. Tyler got their apartment back now the size of a luxury condo. He couldn’t smell the restaurant anymore but if he kept a window open he could. Their apartment more than sextupled in size to allow a very large kitchen, a large master bedroom, two spare bedrooms for guests, living room, an outdoor veranda, a spa complete with sauna and hottub, and a game room for them to play videogames together in. By Ditchwater standards this was high luxury. The restaurant returning below drawing in tons of excitement from the locals who welcomed their lucky brother and sisters back to their homes.

Zackary going on to open his own vore porn website in the months after returning. One so popular now it is his fulltime job making more money than he ever did at LAT systems. In 2021 he signed a partnership with TJ Filthrea who endorsed the site to host his own content on. The site has been booming ever since as the most popular place on Filthville’s internet for vore porn.

Zackary going on to be known as the Cerberus of Ditchwater. In 2022 Tyler rededicated their vows to include Zeke and Davis who while additions to their dynamic were just as handsome, sweet, caring, loving, and understanding as his husband. For the honeymoon Zackary finally shoved Tyler up his ass like the dildo he was born to be and anally digested him alive. He’d burst gasping and gagging in the spawning pools to meet his lover’s embrace being kissed by each head to a adoring and cheering crowd. Hi shusband’s torrents of shit were too massive for him to eat it all. Tyler found himself being showered in his own remains. He took his own skull back as a memento he cherishes to this day. Zackary is the love his life and he’s churned him to shit more times than he can count and nothing could make him happier. In 2023 he’d finally graduate from university and accept his position on Whittaker and Dark to become their newest addition. Specializing both in business and vore laws within the city.

No one knew the outfit Zackary wears even today is one of the fabled Predator Armor prototypes. One of the most potent ones Luka ever designed at the time. Its name classified as ‘C3RB OBSIDIAN’ it was one-of-a-kind. Zackary now genetically having far more in common with a Voracanix than the mere mortal he used to be. By all definition he is now a demon or ‘Scourged’ as some call them. Living out the rest of his days in bliss with the love of his life and his brothers who saw exactly why their brother fell for Tyler from the beginning.

Cerberii being so very rare in Filthville Zackary is now a celebrity within Ditchwater, considered Ditchwater’s apex predator. Tyler and Zackary being in a bit of tug of war in their careers where Zackary wants Tyler to be a stay-at-home husband to be his live-in husband full time. Even though his income eclipses Tyler’s as the most famous service predator in Ditchwater Tyler still wants to pursue his career. Something Zackary eventually relented to. He could never say no to Tyler. Even though he wanted to fuck him around the clock, swallow him whole and shit him out in spectacular fashion. Since the testing Zackary’s libido has been borderline uncontrollable. Few able to take both his shafts like Tyler has.

Today Zackary is among a handful of recorded Cerberii demons living in the tri-city area and among them all he is the most prolific predator of them all as well.