NOT MY STORY. (1)
This was originally submitted as an anonymous ask on sinful-fuckr's now defunct blog. Mark/Ace the Fireguy was talking about not being able to find it to share as he had only the next copied down.
I have a couple other stories from the same annon saved I might share, as I cannot reblog the saved drafts.
Micheal had always loved this three sons, Josh, Luke and Cody, and enjoyed all the games of catch and family dinners they had shared together. But later in life, when Josh, his oldest, was in his 20s and living at home, tensions started to rise. See, they had never had a ton of money, what with Mike being a single parent and all, so even though Mike was willing to let Josh drop out of school because it “wasn’t for him” he had been very clear that he had to get a job or find some way of making money to pay off those loans ASAP. Josh had brushed it aside, promising to get some cash soon.
As it turned out, Josh seemingly had no intention of ever getting a job. From Mike’s perspective, all he could see was Josh partying with Cody like he was still in high school (his middle son, Luke, away at a different college with a cushy scholarship). He seemed to be a bad influence on Cody too, the two of them staying up way to late partying and playing videogames so Cody would end up being late for school and Josh would snooze the day away until it was the afternoon. He also resented having another mouth to feed again. Mike had been quiet the body builder in his day, ripped and rippled with bitches and queers hanging on his every word. Until he started raising his boys, who he loved, he reminded himself, he had had to sacrifice the cost and time he put aside for his eating regimen, exercise routine and gym membership to go to PTA meetings and work harder to get in enough money. He had lost a lot of muscle, getting fairly skinny compared to what he used to be.
He was so excited when Luke and Josh had gone to school because there was finally time and money available to become the jacked stud he used to be. He gained muscle like nothing, and was just waiting for Cody to move out so he could finally return to his former glory. Then Josh had moved in, and only a few months later he was losing mass again.
All this Mike could let slide on the sole count that Josh was looking for a Job. Or, at least he said he was. Mikey had never seen he going out looking for interviews, but when Josh had told him not to worry, that all this stuff was online now, he decided to give josh the benefit of the doubt.
Until one night, he had just lost it. Mike had had a work emergency, having to drive out late at night and be out until 4am. When he got home, he was in a terrible mood, sleepy and starving. He thought of making something to eat, but he just wanted to got to bed. As he made his way up, he passed Josh’s room and heard the bleeps and bloops of his son’s Gaming system. Mike got mad balling his fists. Was he serious? Mike had worked a real job all his life to buy this brat that gaming system, now here he was wasting his life away, no job, eating up even more of his life? Mike lost it.
He slammed the door open so forcefully the frame shook and Josh yelped and turned to face his dad, only in a shirt and some underwear. “Whoa!” Josh said. “Dad, everything alright?” Mike glared at his son, and all he could think of was how ungrateful hne was and how much of a disappointment he had turned out to be. I lost muscle mass for this? he thought cruley. For some reason, this made his stomach growl even more. “Uuuuhhh… Dad?” Might as well get some of that mass back from where it went!
Without so much as a second thought, Mike walked up to his son, who have him a confused look, opened his mouth as wide as he could and brought it down over Josh’s skull. Josh thrashed and screamed, the sound all muffled. “Dad??? What are you doing?! Stop!!”
Emotion left Mike’s mind as soon as his son’s flavor registered on his tounge, and his stomach cried out for relief. So Mike gulped. The first gulp, *gllk* which brought josh up to his shoulders got everyone on the same page and Josh froze in shock. Mike followed with another swallow, *gllk* and Josh flailed. He thrashed for escape with all his might, screaming his head off as it went deeper and deeper doen his father’s throat. “NO!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??? DAD PLEASE STOP!!!! CODY!!!!! HELP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!” but no one answered. Cody’s room was down the hall, and he had always been known to be a heavy sleeper.
Mike’s heart was racing with adrenaline. Somewhere in the back of his head, he remembered feeling wolflike, powerful, animalistic as he greedily stuffed down his son’s shoulders, ripping off his shirt as to not ruin the taste. His son had a nice tight rippled twink body, the tickled his throat and tounge as his abbs and hips slid down.
Josh’s heart was also racing, but in fear. How could his father to this to him? what had he done wrong? was he going to die in here??? all these questions were pushed to the back of his mind with each new swallow because the only thing he could think in utter disbelief was: My dad is eating me alive! As his father removed his boxers and took his dick and balls into his mouth, Josh didn’t even have time to react to his own sexual stimulation as his head was forced against a tight sphincter, the end of his father’s esophagus. On the next swallaow, Josh thought terrified, I’ll actually be going in his stomach. With that thought he thrashed harder than ever, he dad grabing his ankles as he flaied his leggs like eels.
Mikey paused holding his son’s ankles out from him to get his gag reflex under control. Phew this was hardowrk! This alone was more of a workout than he had in years, although he thought it made sense as eating a man fighting for his life took probably more effort than any deadlift. Taking the second to lick around and taste it son, Mike realized that Josh’s cock was hard in his mouth, which made him laugh, humming around his son’s flesh. As he laughed, his son’s panicked reinvigorated, but his cock also stood straighter. If there was one thing that 24 years of raising horny teenage boys had taught mike, he reflected as he expertly copped his own son’s dick with his tounge, it was that a good orgasm was known to tucker em out.
Inside his father, Josh was getting overloaded from the fear and sexual stimulation and began going into shock as his father’s tounge jerked him off. It felt better than any blowjob he’d gotten at college, and when he finally came all the way down his dad’s throat and back onto his own face, he felt his leggs spasm uncontrollably and blacked out for a coulple seconds, which was all the time his father needed.
Taking atvantahed of the temporary ragdoll, Mike threw his head back and gulped as many times as it took to get him down as fast as possible. By the time Josh came to, his head and shoulders were cradled by hot pink fleshy stomach walls that essentially shrink wrapped him in his fathers belly. he tried squirming again, but all he could do was kick his feet as his father sucked in his calves like noodles. Opening his mouth to run his tongue all over the soles of his son’s feet, Mikey was basking in the euphoria of his stomach, higher than any drug could’ve gotten him. Or any fatherly love, he thought as he snapped his mouth shut and gulped.
And with that final gulp, Mike stood there in Josh’s room alone, with the video gane he was playing flashing the same screen over and over again. “Game Over.”
“DAD!!” Miek was rosed by his thoughts when he looked down to see his son’s writhing mass just behind the extended walls of his furry six-pack. “Let em out!!!”
Mikey burped into his fist. “Why should I? So you can eat more free meals? So you can spend more of my money? So you can get us even further in debt?”
Inside, Josh couldn’t believe his ears. “What?? Are you serious?!? I’ll move out! I-I’ll pay you back!!! Please, I’ll do anything you want just let me out!!”
Mike licked a glop of cum off of his chin and picked his teeth, pulling out one of josh’s dark hairs. “Yeah, well, you should’ve thought of that before you decided to sit around here all day playing videogames instead of making some damn money.”
“But I am making money!!” Josh cried from within his father.
Mike raised an eye brow at his stomach. “What are you talking about?”
“Look!!!” Josh scream “I’m streaming!!”
Streaming? What could that mean? Josh looked around, over to the computer screen and saw that there was a little box off the corner showing a video of… him? Mike walked closed peering at the camera. There he was, his shirt ripped to expose his boulder of a gut with his son clear as day inside it. His own son’s boxers and shirt where on the floor, discarded like candy wrappers. Mike noticed a flurry of activity in one corner of the screen. “What do all these words mean?”
“They’re my chat! They send me money for playing videogames! I’ve been making money the whole time i’ve been back while i’ve been applying to places online!“ “Oh…”
Well now Mike felt a little stupid and a little guilty. His son really HAD been trying…
There was a bing on the screen. “What does that mean?” “I just got a donation!! See!?! I’m Making money!!! Now can you Please let me out Dad, I’m so hot…”
Miek decided to ignore his son’s request for survival, he still needed to make ip his mind. “It has a message attached to it…” “I don’t care! Just please, I can’t-“ it says “Digest him.”
Josh froze. “W-What?”
“Right here, it says for… holy shit, 50$ “PLEASE DIGEST HIM. It was so hot watching you eat your own son”. Look here’s another for, holy shit, 500 dollars! It says, “Please digest him. it would be so hot to watch my favorite streamer get churned by his own pa.” hmmm….”
Josh started to Panic again, dread setting in. “Dad? Dad. Please let me out. Please don’t listen to them i’m… Dad, I’m you SON!!!!”
Mikey stood and thought long and hard about what to do. He felt guilty that was for sure, tuamatizing his hardworking son who had found a way to make money his own way, and felt embarrassed with himself for being so confident that Josh was only worth a work out boost. The problem for Josh was that more and more donations where coming in every second for a full digestion stream, and with each of them a substantial amount of cash. What sent it over the edge was a donation for 1000 dollars that read “please man, i’ve always wanted to see someone get digested alive! all you have to do is sleep where the camera will see you.” Money for sleeping and eating??? Man, his son had the right idea… Unfortunately for him.
Mike trued to break the news gently. “So hey kiddo,” Mike said patting his stomach affectionately “Y-yeah, dad?” Josh sounded so pitiful and horrified that Mike new he should’ve been disgusted with himself, but in truth it took everything in him not to laugh. “Unfortunately, money’s been really tight and this is just too good of an opportunity to pass up…”
“W-What? Are you serious!?!”
“Yeah… Sorry, Joshy. I loved you and you really didn’t do anything wrong just bad luck i suppose.”
“No… No! NO!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!!! CODY, SOMONE HELP!!!!! I’m GONNA DIE!!!!”
Die? thought mike, absent midenly as he rubbed over his son-filled stomach. Was he actually killing his son? Or was he just turning him back into the flesh he came from? was that really so wrong? Mike pondered all this as got settled in Josh’s bed, were the watchers would be able to watch his kid get melted down into gains. As he fell asleep to the message of his son’s thrashing and the ambient noise of his wailing Mike realized that even if he was killing his son by digesting him, belching out his skull, and selling it to the highest bidder between the muscle gains, new career opportunity and easy money He could live with himself.
Hey don’t know if you like getting other ppls stories but had to put this somewhere lol
sinful-fuckr-deactivated2026051 answered:
FUCK this is hot. thank you for sharing aha
I'm totally down for people to send their own content, I love reading it and would love feature it here!
I hope mike enjoys his new streaming career ;)
Reblogging now that I have the full story posted properly.
