Those who would live by the vore, shall die by the vore. Initially made for a storyline with
Stefania to be the big brother she ate, Adam managed to outlive his original one-shot timeline by being too sexy and preddy to get gobbled right up. And he might have kept surviving, if he hadn't come to visit Stef at just the wrong time, when she was feeling extra preddy after perma-voring two other meals. Now he's part of her, permanently melted down and added to those giant tits of hers...
Adam, the handsome star of the university swim team. Adam, the ladies man, always popular and in demand. Adam, the predator. He burns a lot of calories in the pool, or at least that's the joke he always tells when he's back home with his family at the dinner table, his previous girlfriend (most only last a date or two) struggling and screaming as she digests away inside his gut. Everyone has a good laugh at those Sunday dinners, because really, that's the way of nature. The predators eat the prey, and the prey shouldn't have been prey if they didn't want to be digested alive and screaming.
Nobody in the family minds that their eldest child is a predator. Except maybe his little sister. Older than her by several years, he's been eating his own peers and classmates since she was in grade school, so for years, she's had to hear him in his room next door as he loudly fucks, then loudly digests, whatever foolish girl followed him home. And always after, he'll barge into her room, showing off his gut as the girl struggles for her life and slowly dies, talking to her and teasing her. It got worse when she hit puberty, chiefly because her friends started flirting with Adam, and he made a point of claiming them, too, always right next door so poor sister could hear through the walls what was happening to her best friends. Sometimes he likes to sit on her bed as they digest, suggesting that if this is the kind of person his little sister is hanging out with, maybe she's prey, too, and he needs to be eat her someday soon. Good meat should be kept in the family, after all.
At the university, there is the occasional complaint. He makes it a point not to eat anyone too important, but two adjunct professors (French and pre-sixteenth century European history) and dozens of co-eds, both male and female. While he's never admitted publicly to being bisexual, keeping it deliberately vague for the newspapers to strive for that uncertain allure, it's something of an open secret. His slender swimmer's body has made it easy to lure members of both genders back either to his dorm room or just somewhere private where they end up fucked hard, then gobbled up, their bodies helping him to shave a fraction of a second off his times. Occasionally he'll date one for a few days, especially if they're particularly skilled in bed, but these ones end up with a special fate: invited over to meet his family. They find out right after the last introduction that their participation in the dinner is as Adam's appetizer before mom's home cooking.
A swimmer does burn a lot of calories, and as long as he keeps bringing in the trophies for the university and avoids important people (tenured professors, legacy students, important alumni), then he won't get so much as a slap on the wrist.
And why should he? It's not like he's doing anything wrong.