A commission for someone over on Discord, I really enjoyed writing this one and went a lil over the requested word count because I didn't realize I was already over the limit X3 thank you for commissioning me!
Content: M/M Vore, Implied M/F Vore, Casual Vore, Rapid Digestion, Weight Gain, Straight Predator, Gay Prey, Public Vore, Teasing
The restaurant sat on a small cliff overlooking the water; the kind of place that wasn’t just about food, but about the whole experience of being there, which certainly justified the overpriced menu items. Warm string lights hung overhead, their reflections flickering on the glass railings and the dark waves below. The air smelled faintly of grilled seafood, citrus, and sea salt. This was the same place they’d gone for their first trip together to the coast, back when they’d still been figuring each other out– when Evan had joked that if Caleb ever proposed, it’d better be at a table with that same view. So here they were again, two years and a handful of months later, same view, same faint sea breeze brushing against their skin. Except this time, they had matching rings and a reason to order champagne without pretending it was for getting fucked later.
The waiter had barely set down the menus before Evan leaned across the table, grinning. “You realize we’re officially that couple now, right? The ones people hate because they’re too happy.” His voice carried a teasing warmth, light but genuine. Caleb laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Good,” he said. “Let ‘em hate us. We earned it. People like us couldn’t even get married not a little long while ago,” Evan was the sharper one, his hair cut close on the sides, eyes quick and bright even in low light. Caleb looked softer beside him, his expression easy, his build a bit broader, like someone who gave really good gay hugs and never rushed through them.
For a while, they just sat there listening to the faint hum of conversation around them, the sound of silverware and the ocean below blending into something steady. Caleb reached across the table, his thumb brushing over Evan’s knuckles. “Can’t believe we actually did it,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Married. After everything.”
Evan squeezed his hand, smiling. “Took us two years and four months, but yeah… feels like the best part’s just starting.”
In the midst of their romantic retrospection, a group of men walked in, five of them in total, the kind of guys who didn’t really care that they were being too loud for the setting, but not in a rude way; they were clearly having fun and feeling themselves. Their laughter rolled through the room, half from the jokes they were telling and half from the few beers they’d clearly had before getting there. They were older, probably mid to late forties, with the kind of ease that comes from knowing nobody’s going to tell them to keep it down, at least not to their faces, usually. A couple of them wore open-collared shirts and watches that caught the light, one had a baseball cap still on, and another immediately waved at the bartender like they were old friends.
They weren’t being mean, not really, just the type to make everything about their own fun, and it seemed like they were in the middle of listening to a story from one particular guy in the group. The waiters smiled politely, trying not to wince at the volume. A few heads turned, but the group didn’t seem to notice or care. They chose a table right next to Evan and Caleb’s, confidently talking as they pulled out chairs and got comfortable.
The second they sat down, one of them leaned in with his drink that he brought from outside and barked, “You did what again?”
The guy, who was telling the story, smirked and took a slow drag from his cigar, the sleeves of his black polo stretching over his arms.
“I swallowed that chick whole,” he said, his voice calm and confident. “Like, head to toe, boobs ’n all.”
“You’re fucking insane, Marco.”
“She was a co-worker. I think she recently moved to my department, too. Gave her one hell of a welcome gift, haha!” He said, treating it casually.
“You’re forced to work with someone difficult and unlikeable? Just swallow ‘em whole.” Another one of the guys said, bantering around the content of the story.
“What about human resources?”
“What about them?” He replied, inhaling with the cigar between his teeth.
“They’re gonna keep paying a digested bitch?”
“Why, you’re worried about a dead woman being paid more than your minimum wage job?” One of the guys replied.
“I just find your story hard to believe, if I’m being honest”
Marco sighed, “You’ve been asking a lotta questions about this and that, so how about I just...” He looked at the tables around them, trying to find a suitable person. “…Show you?” That’s when his eyes laid on the couple.
“Uh oh, here goes another one!”
Marco stood up with a casual grin and placed a heavy hand on Caleb’s shoulder, his grip firm but not aggressive. Caleb flinched a little, startled, and Evan turned around fast, the color draining from his face.
“Can I help you?” Evan asked, his voice tight, cautious. His mind jumped straight to the worst possibility: that they were about to get harassed for holding hands in public by homophobic straight dudes.
Marco smiled, the cigar now between his fingers. “Yeah, actually, you can,” he said, tone light and conversational. “See, my buddy over here doesn’t believe what I told him, and I think your boyfriend might be the perfect way to prove my point.”
Before either of them could react, Marco leaned down, grabbed Caleb by the sides, and forced his head into his mouth. Caleb’s muffled yell came out sharp and panicked– “Help me!” –before the sound was swallowed too. His legs kicked under the table, silverware clattering to the floor.
Evan shot up from his chair, but one of the other men beside Marco reached out and pressed a steady hand on his shoulder, guiding him back down. “It’s no use,” the man said calmly, almost apologetically. “He’s never let anyone stop him once he starts.” Clearly he had experience with Marco’s vore shenanigans.
Marco's throat bulged as Caleb’s head disappeared between his lips. The older man’s tattooed hand came up to grab the visible outline of the face pressing through his neck, the cursive black letters of “FERN” stretched across his inner forearm as his fingers squeezed around the shape. Caleb’s panicked expression was barely visible for a second, distorted under skin and pressure, before Marco gulped again.
“Get 'em down, baby!” one of the guys at the table called out, half-laughing.
“C’mon, Marco, don’t stop now!” another chimed in, clapping once like it was a drinking contest.
Marco’s jaw stretched around Caleb’s shoulders with an effortless wet glide. The black polo pulled tight across his chest as he worked the man deeper, already beginning to stretch up, his throat pulsing, his hands pressing down over the squirming chest until it sank past his lips. The group let out a round of hoots and whistles.
“He’s halfway, man!”
“Fuck yeah, he’s goin’ down!”
“Damn, look at those shoulders slide in, holy shit!”
“…Color me impressed.” The doubting guy said under his breath.
Across the table, Evan jerked against the man still holding him down. “Get off me! That’s my boyfriend!”
The guy leaned in a little, hand now pressing more firmly into Evan’s chest. “Then you better start lookin’ for a new one, man.”
Marco’s thick arms worked steadily as Caleb’s body kept sliding deeper, the soft sounds of gulping now mixing with the scrape of the table legs as the man’s torso disappeared below the edge. His gut had already started to swell, the black fabric of his polo rising inch by inch as more of Caleb was packed inside. His hands braced the wriggling hips, adjusting his stance slightly as he tilted his head back and pulled him in further.
Caleb’s legs kicked weakly now, knees bent and twitching before they too were forced to straighten out and slide between Marco’s lips. One strong swallow pulled the thighs in, followed by the calves, the feet now sticking out awkwardly in dress shoes, polished and ridiculous in how out-of-place they looked hanging from the mouth of a man who hadn’t even broken a sweat. At least he had them pedicured, shame they were covered.
Marco held them there, grinning around the heels, and turned his head to the guy who had called him out earlier for lying. He raised his brows slightly, gesturing with both hands as if presenting a challenge.
The man blinked, looked around at his friends who were already chuckling, then pointed at himself. “…Me?”
The guy next to him nudged his elbow. “Go push 'em in!”
After a beat, the doubter stood up, walked over with a kind of hesitant amusement, and reached for the dangling ankles. He planted one hand on Marco’s shoulder for balance, then slowly pressed on the shoes. Marco didn’t budge. The feet slid in slowly, inch by inch, the man's palm following until it was completely inside Marco’s mouth.
He felt the throat pulse, one deep, wet gulp, and the body inside shifted down, dragging his hand slightly forward before he yanked it back out with a wet squelch. Strings of thick drool stretched from Marco’s lips to the guy’s fingers, snapping and trailing down his wrist as he pulled away.
The group exploded into cheers,
“Holy shit, you did it!”
“That was fucking wild!”
“Dude, you’re insane!”
Among other spoken encouragements.
Even Marco let out a deep laugh, his belly visibly shifting as it settled into a new round shape. He slapped the guy’s shoulder, still grinning. “See? Knew you'd come around to believing.”
He leaned back in his chair and exhaled, his chest rising before he let out a deep, heavy belch. “BUUURRRPP.” He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. “And that pretty much sums up what I did to her,” he said, reaching for his drink. “But anyways, where was I?”
“The part where she wouldn’t stop talking about the report,” one of the guys reminded him, as he took a sip out of his own beer.
“Oh right, yeah,” Marco said, snapping his fingers. “So she’s standin’ there in front of the copier, right? Paper jammed for the third time that week, and she’s losin’ it. I tell her to chill, it’s just a machine, but nah, she starts goin’ off about deadlines and respect and how nobody listens to her.”
As he talked, the surface of his gut twitched under his shirt. He paused mid-sentence, gave it a firm pat, then pressed down with his palm HARD until the movement stopped. His fingers sank slightly into the tight roundness, adjusting the weight like he’d done it before, man-handling the guy inside like an afterthought.
“So anyway,” he went on, shaking his head, “I’m tryin’ to stay cool, right? But then she calls me lazy. Lazy! Like I haven’t been the one fixin’ that damn copier since before she even showed up.”
Across the table next to them, Evan shifted, his voice quiet and shaky. “W-when are you letting my boyfriend out?”
Marco kept talking. “So I tell her, look, if you got somethin’ to say, say it. And she just stares at me like she’s waitin’ for me to snap.”
He grunted softly and leaned forward, both hands on his gut now, squeezing once, a low gurgle coming from inside. He gave it a rough shove inward, the bulge shifting and settling, then sat back with a satisfied grunt and continued the story like nothing happened.
Evan swallowed hard. “Hey?” he tried again, a little louder this time.
“Dude, give me a sec,” He acknowledged Evan briefly, “I’m in the middle of a story, don’t break my goddamn flow.” Marco’s voice rolled on without pause. “So then she starts walkin’ away, right? Real fast. And I’m thinkin’, nah, you’re not gettin’ the last word this time like she always loves to. So I-”
“Dude,” Evan said, voice breaking a little. “I’m asking when are you letting my boyfriend out?”
Marco finally turned his head, eyebrows lifting as if he’d just noticed him for the first time. “Oh,” he said, tone even and casual. “That was your boyfriend? I thought you guys were just friends.”
Evan blinked, his throat tight. “We, uh… we just got married, actually. We’re on our honeymoon.”
Marco’s eyebrows lifted, his face softening. “Oh, really? Congratulations, man! Really happy for you!” His voice was warm, genuinely so, and the others around the table chimed in too, tossing out things like “Congrats, dude!” and “That’s awesome!” between laughs and clinks of glasses to their short-lasting mariage.
Evan hesitated, his hands fidgeting on the edge of the table. “…Anyways, I, uh, was hoping you’d let him out soon?”
Marco tilted his head, expression still casual. “Sorry, I never let someone out,” he said plainly, taking another slow sip of his drink. “But hey, at least it’s really enjoyable for him.”
He stood up, motioning for Evan to come closer. Evan, confused and uneasy, stepped forward. As soon as he did, the faint sounds from Marco’s stomach reached his ears, deep, rhythmic moans, wet and low, from his soon-to-be ex-husband.
“Uhhhhnn… mmmphhh… aaahhhhn~”
Marco grinned, resting one hand over the shifting swell of his gut. “See? Told you,” he said, voice calm, almost conversational. “Pretty sure most people bust multiple times in there before they’re fully gone, men and women both.”
Marco eased back into his chair, patting the dome of his gut. “So yeah,” he said, picking up his story without missing a beat, “she’s stormin’ off, mutterin’ under her breath like a pussy. And I follow her, not fast, just faster than her pace, y’know, because I was set on doing it for real.”
His stomach let out a soft glorp as the shape of Caleb inside started to shift, smoothing out a little. One side of the bulge collapsed in slowly, the squirming becoming weaker, less defined.
“She turns the corner by the breakroom and that’s when I decide, yeah, now’s good. Caught her by the hips, popped her heels right off. Uh, she was wearin’ those little blocky ones, the kind that click loud on tile, and just got to work.”
Inside, Caleb’s muffled groans of pleasure rose and fell:
“Uhhhhhnn… ahhh~ nnnfffhh… mmmmn-ahh…”
Marco chuckled to himself, barely reacting to the sounds. His belly sloshed gently, shrinking down another inch as the weight inside compacted further.
“Honestly, she tasted like coconut lotion or some shit. Sweet as hell, she was a bitch but she took really good care of her skin, was so smooth she just slid right in. Took a bit gettin’ past the shoulders, but after that?” He made a whistling noise and mimed a smooth drop with his hand. “Straight down.”
“Ahhh—uhnnhhh… uhhhHHH—!”
The stomach gurgled louder now, gassy and low, as Caleb’s final spasms inside turned to trembling bliss. The squirming bulge tensed up, and it was evident-at least to Marco- that the guy inside has busted a nut, and Marco’s gut tensed in response and then started to shrink even faster, settling heavy against his lap.
Marco shifted in his chair with a grunt, now noticeably smaller, the roundness becoming softer, looser. He rubbed his palm in slow circles across the front of his polo, almost possessively, that it made Evan jealous he was this handy with his man.
“Anyway, she went down like a damn protein shake,” he said. “Had the hiccups after!”
He looked up at Evan, who stood there frozen, wide-eyed, and vore-cucked. Marco gave him a knowing look and said calmly, “Hey man, I, uh, I’m sure you’ll miss him and all but if you want I could also let you join him?” He said, letting out a burp, “Not now though, I’m a little full, but we can arrange for it later?”
“I… Um,” Evan said, dumbfounded, it almost didn’t seem real that he just lost the love of his life to a guy who just needed an example of what he did. “…N-No, thank you, I’m good…” Despite all of that, he was flustered, and even felt a little attraction.
He leaned over from the table beside him, giving a friendly pat on the shoulder as he said, “Sure thing, but give it some thought, yeah? And, if you’re looking for a new boyfriend, there’s a few pubs ‘round here that you can visit.”
Marco slapped his hands on his thighs and pushed himself up from the chair, still looking smugly satisfied as he talked to his group of straight men. “I know a spot nearby, called Barker’s Tap & Grill, got killer wings and they don’t skimp on the pours.” He glanced around at the guys, then nodded toward the street. “Shall we, boys?”
They all stood, finishing the last of their drinks, tossing bills on the table without looking at the total, even though half their drinks were brought in from the outside.
Evan didn’t follow. He just sat there, frozen, eyes locked on Marco’s back as the man walked away, laughing and talking with his crew like nothing had happened. And it hit him then, he hadn’t even noticed how much thicker the guy had gotten.
Marco’s khakis were pulled tight now over a clearly fuller frame, the seat of his pants rising and sinking with each step. His big, beefy ass swayed from side to side, the fabric hugging each heavy stride, while his thick thighs rubbed together. He was a much meatier man than when he came in, for sure.
“Alright honey, so here’s the plan. I’m going to stay in the kitchen during the party and we’ll keep it closed off until you tell people to come in. Anyone who you send into the kitchen, I’m going to devour them whole. Sound good?” Dennis said.
“Sure, sounds great. Anything to satiate that hunger of yours, let's get a before picture of you,” Jack said as he pulled out his phone.
Several hours later, people started to arrive at the party. Dennis eagerly awaits in the kitchen, wondering when his next course would walk into the room. It was really only minutes before the first man came in once all of the guests had arrived, but to Dennis it felt like hours. A stocky guy walked in with his shirt already off and Dennis pounced on him as soon as he fully entered the kitchen.
The guy hadn’t even turned around completely before he was halfway down Dennis’ throat. Dennis had almost choked on the guy because he shoved him so far down his throat in an instant. It really wasn’t a great idea, but he was being too impatient. He then picked up the squirming man and swallowed him down slowly the rest of the way, trying to not let his hunger get the best of him. Dennis enjoyed watching his meal's legs kick outside of his lips, slowing down at a steady pace as they had less room to move with each swallow. Eventually, they couldn’t wiggle at all inside of him and he slurped up the rest of the guy in one gulp. His belly bulged out and he could feel over the squirming guy in his gut. Dennis was already big enough at first that it really didn’t look like he had anyone in there at all.
Before Dennis had time to marvel at his own gluttony, the next guy wandered into the kitchen.
This guy looked thicker, more meaty and filling. Dennis casually brushed up against the guy with his belly, then leaned in as if he were going to kiss him. The guy leaned in as well, placing one hand on Dennis’ huge belly. At roughly the same time that the guy felt his last meal kick, Dennis stuffed the guy’s head down his throat. He glomped down his massively stretched out mouth over the guy’s shoulders and pinned his meal’s arms to his sides. In one swift motion, Dennis picked up the tubby guy and swallowed heavily, mashing half of his midsection down his throat. He could feel the man’s thick middle stretching out his throat as the descent continued. Several gulps later and only the man’s thick legs sat outside of his lips. He could’ve sworn he felt a boner slip past his lips, but it may have just been a piercing. Once again, he slowly slurped them down as if to savor the last struggle of his meal. This time he had both of his hands on his stomach as the guy bulged it out dramatically. He could feel his girth expanding within his own palms. Finally, the man was completely sealed in Dennis and he was once again a larger man.
The next guy came into the kitchen in a panic, “Hey, you gotta help me! Some guy out there ripped off my clothes and-” his sentence was cut off by Dennis stuffing him into his maw.
Dennis was excited that another thick guy was going down his throat. It was a benefit that the guy was already naked, so he didn’t have to worry about any kind of clothing removal or indigestion from another set of jeans. This man was swallowed down much faster than the previous one. Dennis’ throat was still pretty stretched out from his last meal, so this one was slipping in quite nicely. This guy squirmed a lot more though, but the last guy seemed like he may have been enjoying it on some level. His mind trailing off as he devoured the man, he realized he was already down to the guys thick thighs. After accidentally swallowing the guy down almost the entire way, he holds onto his legs as to stop the natural descent of his throat muscles pulling his meals into his stomach. He lathered over the legs a big, tasting a bit of their sweat before sucking the remainder of the man down in an instant. His belly expanded out even bigger now, probably closing in on triple his original size. He gave his big belly a good heft, which almost through him off balance from so much hanging off the front of his body.
The next meal seemed to be after a while, Dennis was getting a bit impatient, so he opened the door and peeked through the crack. Dennis was furious with what he saw, there was another pred at the party and he was swallowing the last of the guests down!
Dennis opened the door and came out of the kitchen, the guy slurped down the last of a pair of legs and looked over to him to say, “Hey, where’d that other guy go? I’m still hungry, you guys didn’t order enough food.”
Dennis angrily walked over to the man and stuffed his head into his mouth. The guy immediately started to push off Dennis, but Dennis responded by stuffing the guy's enormous meaty hands down his throat. The guy was way bigger than anyone he had ever eaten before, but he was pissed that the guy stole his meals. With the struggle, both of them ended up falling to the ground, but Dennis kept swallowing and stuffed the huge man’s chest into his mouth. He could feel his throat stretching out insanely wide as it grew to accept this huge man as food. Dennis could internally hear his own throat stretching wider, worried he might be biting off more than he can chew. Internally, he was panicking, but he still somehow managed to get the guy’s enormous soft belly into his mouth. He was at the peak of his meal and now all he had to do was stay calm and keep swallowing. After rolling onto his back, Dennis slowly started to work the remainder of the man's huge waist and thick thighs down. The squirming had stopped for the most part, most likely because the guy was exhausted and his fate was sealed at this point. Slowly working away at those legs, he felt his belly shifting around dramatically. It wasn’t as much someone struggling to get out, but more the new meal massively stretching out his body and all of the meals fighting over space. Finally, the last few gulps were ahead of him as only the man’s ankles and feet stuck out of his mouth. With one more gulp, the guy was now just another meal, a huge meal, but a meal. His belly expanded out so massively that he couldn’t get up normally. Once figuring out the momentum, he managed to roll onto his front and get up from there. His stomach was still flailing aggressively, which he then realized was the huge guy eating everyone else inside of him. It was some sort of pecking order at that point.
“Hey honey, where you at?” Dennis called out inside of their home, “Honey?”
Dennis realized with no response that the huge guy probably ate his boyfriend, which he then promptly ate. “Damn, ate another boyfriend by accident, and this one was good at getting me meals too.” He headed back into the kitchen for the final pose, maybe these pictures will help him find a new boyfriend after all.
We love close cuddles here. It’s become almost a daily thing now. I’ll get home from work and my man will be on the couch naked, putting on my tv program. Turning to me he’ll smile and wiggle his toes, and I’ll bend down and pick up his feet and gently put them in my mouth. He knows I love the feeling so he’ll let me do most of the work, slowly grabbing and pulling and sucking and swallowing him whole. Even though there’s no need to rush- we both want him to end up in my gut after all- he sometimes cant help but push himself deeper, eager to be sealed up inside me.
A few sensual, saliva-slicked minutes later and I’ll lean back, almost pinned by my heavy gut and entranced by the fullest feeling I’ve ever felt experienced. He’ll shift around for a minute to get comfy and then we’ll cuddle like that for an hour or two, him dozing off to a quick nap and me, rubbing my belly and letting waves of tingling ecstasy ripple from my bellybutton all across my skin. He says it’s his favorite place to be. When he’s ready he’ll give me a little bounce and I’ll let him back out, my formerly distended gut now fully empty and equally ravenous for the dinner he’s about to cook for me.
I just hope one of these days I don’t accidentally doze of too…
My gym buddy had gone down to the bathroom and been gone too long when I decided to go look for him. He was nowhere to be found in the bathroom or anywhere in the locker room. Then suddenly, a large figure emerged from the showers. A giant and gargantuously fat man, I’d seen him around the gym before. He was here whenever I was and worked out like a beast, but just kept getting fatter and fatter. I stole a glance at him, his belly bouncing and jiggling in that way that only men who are proud of their obesity can do.
Though we’d never talked before he came up close to me, shirtless and in a towel, my back a mere six inches from the wall and his belly much closer to me. “Looking for your friend?” He asked. “He’s gone, left a minute ago.” “What?” I replied, “Where’d he go?” He took a step closer, “Well you see,” he said with a coy grin, “I didnt want anything to…come between us”. I glanced down at his belly and noticed something strange- despite standing still his round gut was still shaking and jiggling. He belched loudly in my face - BBBUUUUUUAAARRPP- and with a wet smack my friend’s gym shorts landed on my chest. Before I could react he leaned forward and pinned me to the locker just by the weight of his belly.
He looked me in the eyes. Too shocked to do anything I stared back, entranced. “Touch it” he ordered. With some hesitation I lifted my hand and rested it on the side of his belly. It was soft and squishy to touch, but pressing in betrayed a mass of much higher density inside. Without thinking I raised my second hand and squeezed both sides of his gut.
“Good,” he said, “now rub it.” I immediately began running my hands over the top and sides of his belly, gently rubbing and stretching his stomach muscles. I reached under to claw at his soft overhang as my other hand drifted upward and started to tweak his nipples. He let out soft moans of pleasure and took a small step back, freeing me from being pinned against the locker. Though I could have run, I was too excited to even consider it. I hooked my thumb in his deep bellybutton, plunging it well past the second knuckle, and grabbed underneath, giving a good shake that sent ripples across his gut and meaty chest. His belly bounced in response.
“Excellent,” he said, stepping back and sitting on a bench, “now lick it”. I got on my knees and dove into his plushy stomach, licking from chest to treasure trail while he moaned in pleasure. I grabbed his thick love handles and shoved my face in as deep as i could, almost being engulfed myself. The monstrous sounds of the first phase of digestion rang in my head.
“Such a good boy. One second,” he said, rising to his feet and pulling me up with him. He turned around and quickly put on some clothes, though his gym shirt now barely covered his bellybutton. “I knew you were the one,” he beamed,” let’s go home and have some real fun” he put his arm around my waist and guided me out of the locker room. As we left the gym together I barely though about my old gym buddy, too distracted instead with trying to hide my growing hard on.
My boyfriend and I have been dating for a couple years, now. We started off just hooking up, but things escalated pretty quickly, and we've been living together for a year and a half.
My love language is quality time, and one of my favorite ways to spend time with my man is showering with him. We chat, laugh, help each other clean up...it's just really nice.
I had just gotten off of work this night, and thought this would be the best way to decompress before bed.
I finished undressing and stood shivering in the bathroom air, waiting for Nate to finish so we could hop in. He was in the middle of taking off his shirt when he caught sight of me.
He dropped his tee on the floor, a hungry look in his eye. I crossed my arms, blushing and feeling slightly exposed.
"Shit, baby. You look real good tonight." His voice was low, almost gristly.
I giggled, looking down. "Thank you."
He took a step closer to me. "Real tasty." Our eyes met, and he smirked. Of course, I knew what he wanted...but he'd have to convince me, first.
"You know, why don't we table the shower...and just chill in bed?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close enough to bump against his belly. He was so warm, I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. I noticed I had stopped shivering, too.
He leaned his head down closer to me, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Just let me eat you up and hold you close. Please, baby. I need you."
The magic words had been spoken. I couldn't just let my man starve, now, could I?
I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance, and sighed. "Yea, I guess you can..." I locked my hands together and held them up to him. "Eat up, babe. Enjoy me." He smiled, giving me a peck on the forehead before he opened his mouth, engulfing my hands. He made quick work of my arms, giving me a wink before he opened wider, engulfing my head fully.
I started to shift as he polished off my feet, doing my best to get comfortable. His belly was warm, tight, and wet. It always reminded me of a hot tub, with a bit more slime than water. After a minute, I had settled into an upright fetal position, perpendicular to his chest.
I felt his hands pressing in on me, as he rested his hands on his belly.
Nate moaned, feeling immense pleasure at my movements. "Ahhh, back where you belong again. Urp. Let me carry you to bed, baby."
He groaned as he hefted his belly up, carrying me bridal-style the best he could through the hairy fat. I laughed, entertained.
He plopped down face first on the bed, pressing his full weight onto me. I squirmed the best I could, laughing. "Nate, stop, you're crushing me!".
He didn't move, enjoying my squirms. "Oh, you want me to move? But I'm just so comfortable like this..." He pressed down into me even harder, and I pushed back as much as I could.
He stayed there for another couple seconds before he flipped over onto his side. I sighed in relief, able to breathe easy once again.
There was a bit of silence before he spoke again. "I don't know what it is, but every time I eat you, I get so tired." I heard him yawn, and he stretched.
I matched his yawn, feeling perfectly sleepy. "I have to admit, I'm kind of tired, too. I'm fine to just call it now, if you want."
He patted his belly. "I love that idea."
We fell asleep just like that, me curled up and his hand resting on his belly. Come tomorrow morning, he'd likely take a shower and cough me up then.
Eating me is Nate's love language, and I love that he loves me.
*BEEEAAAAAAAUUURRP* I’m really glad I bumped into this guy, or rather he bumped into me! It’s been a rough time lately, and in order to really satisfy my appetite, I’ve needed to stuff at least two preyboys into my stomach to keep it from groaning for more. If I’m extra hungry, it could be easy to go gulp down a whole floor of an apartment building or hotel or something, but that’s a lot of effort. It’s nice to chug down a big tall beefy man like the one currently bucking in my belcher and lay down and enjoy digesting my big meal, and he should actually keep this belly working until breakfast for once.
My roommate’s becoming a bit of a problem. Well, really, kind of a big problem. We’ve only been living together six months and at first he was totally normal. We found each other online and since we were both looking for someone to live with we decided to give it a shot.
About a month in and I started noticing some of my food disappearing. Around the same time roomie started to rapidly gain weight. I brought it up a couple times and reminded him that we agreed to not eat each other’s food when we moved in. He stopped eating my stuff, but ever since the pantry’s been so full of his snacks and shakes that I can barely cram my food in there. And he clears it out every day or two. I thought I finally understood how he was getting so fat so quickly.
Well fast-forward to today. I’d gone out to get some morning coffee for me and my boyfriend who’d slept over. I came home after only 15 minutes out but my man was nowhere in sight. I just saw my roommate, shirtless on the couch, moaning loudly and rubbing his belly- not an uncommon sight. But at second glance I saw his gut was absolutely huge, twice as big as normal. Hearing the door close he turned his head and looked up at me smiling.
“Oh, hey.” He said wryly. “Hehe, you caught me. Guess your boy toy didn’t know the rules. Caught him eating my breakfast so I told him off. Then I ate my breakfast, him included”. He laughed and jiggled his gut, betraying the massive occupancy of his distended gut. I was in shock, frozen in place. Was this a joke? A sudden jerk from inside his stomach and a faint but pleading cry told me it was not. I was overcome by the strangest mixture of terror and arousal, all hinged on a tantalizing question: do I want to watch this bigger stronger man digest my dear boyfriend?
While I failed to muster a reply he broke the silence. “I know, it’s weird at first. Maybe even scary. But trust me, I’m not gonna to pick up your half of the rent anytime soon. You’re all good, just don’t touch my food. Hey, I’ll even let you hang out in here from time to time. It’s real cozy.” He chuckled. “But in the meantime this little guy’s breaking down quick and I’m getting pretty bloated. Come here, rub it. You can feel the last bits of your little boyfriend melting away.” Snapping back to my senses I suddenly found myself straddling the big bear’s lap, hands on either side of his stomach.
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