Funny enough. The only "real people" tfs i like from you are the ones with masked men in them. Those images you posted on that other account with thr balaclavas and luchador masks could be cool tf ideas
You'd think a twink like him would wanna be dragged by a twunk like me, I was just gonna make him better! Bigger! Stronger! And an added bonus of sensation! But he needed to be gagged, forever
I kept dragging that little twink all the way down to the elevator. It finally opened after a while. All that twink spit was all over my hand, now it was all warm and slabery. He tried to dash out of the elevator when we got to the parking garage but he wasn't fast enough.
I grabbed him, put him in a choke hold this time. Knocked him clean out. His little twink body sitting on the dirty floor taking up space. It was going to take up even more now.
I go to the storage closet and instantly see that little bickers helmet that was full of musk from all those fags that put there pits in it. I wanted to try it so bad, but there was a twink in that parking garage that definitely needed an upgrade more than me.
The helmet was heavy so the hardest part was getting it all the way over to the garage. The helmet was so musky I thought it might transform me before I got there. But I only showed stage 1 of that musk virus thing . . .
Finally I sat the heavy biker helmet next to the twink. He finally started opening his eyes, and right next to him was the object that would change his life forever. He jolted when he felt the smell. But don't worry, I was there to help him. I grabbed him by his hair and he started moaning and growling at the tug I gave his scalp, but it was for a good cause. I dropped that sweaty helmet right on the twinks head. He resisted so much I thought he might overpower me. His arms squirm around as you hear his suffocating moans coming from inside the helmet. The moaning got loader and loaded, then the resistance died down and the moaning got quiet. The moans became groans, the voice heard inside the helmet was deeper. All of a sudden a growth spurt starts to acquire INFRONT of my eyes. That twinks pecs were bigger than my bed pillows. His abs tower over my puny pecs. His biceps could choke anyone easily. He was a hulking himbo. He didn't even know how to talk that's how dumb he was. Just moaned and grounded as he walked carelessly around the parking garage. His footsteps were so heavy. Every step his pecs giggled. Up and down, you could see the sweat flying from them. He the. Found his bike, and all hey knew what to do was drive. Drive away my little masked mam
And even before leaving, he had to feel his new body, even with how dumb he was. He knew he was a god
Story based on a fucking hot image by LoveHandles on Aryion (https://aryion.com/g4/view/697073) with permission.
A former CV vorno star is enticed to come back and film a special live-scene a decade later. What he doesn't know is that the obsessed producer will be feeding him his own son
CV, Unwilling, Father/Son, Cum Digestion, Fatal
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Return of the DILF
            On a gigantic projector screen, a decade-old porn was just getting to the action. Burt Big-Balls, already coming into his DILF-hood at 35, had just revealed his namesakes to his twinky co-star. The nameless 20-something gave an authentic gasp as the camera framed the other stars of the scene. Burtâs growing erection had just ripped through the intentionally flimsy briefs, and he used a hand to casually rip off what remained of the underwear. The massive cock was already 2 feet long and a foot around, and was still growing. And the ballsackâŠ
            The ballsack was pure MAN. Two testosterone-filled testicles had flopped out inside a truly massive scrotum currently hanging down to Burtâs knees. They had quickly swelled from orange-sized to basketball-sized, and would keep growing until they reached medicine-ball size and rested on the floor. Smell-o-vision had yet to be created, but by looking at the twinkâs nostrils flaring it was obvious that Burtâs package had to be giving off a powerful, manly musk.
            The porn scenario was that âProfessorâ Burt had invited the twink to his office hours for some private tutoring in College Biology and locked the door behind them. The khaki slacks had shown Burtâs big bulge running down the right leg perfectly. The tight blue button-down shirt and tweed blazer had made the young DILF look a bit stuffy, but once theyâd come off itâd just made the hairy, muscular chest even more of a reveal. The well-groomed auburn-brown goatee and military-style flat-top hair added additional gravitas when the DILF used his rich, deep voice to command the twink to strip. Shocked out of his stupor, the young actor hurried to comply as Burt sat his naked bubble-butt on the edge of his desk.
            As soon as the twink was nude, he knelt and looked up at Professor Burt, silently begging permission to service the massive scrotum filling up the space between the pornstarâs legs. Looking down at the needy submissive and smirking, Burt nodded his approval while using both hands to stroke his massive cock. The twink immediately hugged his entire body against the loose skin of the ballsack while loudly snorting and rubbing his face and tongue all over it. Burt gave a sexy porn-groan at the ministrations and maneuvered his cock so that the stream of pre-cum leaking out was flowing right into the blond twinkâs curly hair.
            After allowing appropriate time, the prey actor leaned back and looked up with a badly-acted expression of shock, reciting the last of his 2 lines for the entire film (the first had been âProfessor Burt, Iâm worried I will fail your Biology Class!â): âProfessor Burt, what are you doing? Werenât we going to fuck?â In that same bass voice that made viewersâ balls tingle, Burt Big-Ballâs replied: âActually, I think I need to give you a more personal lesson in Biology⊠by eating you with my GIANT COCK, putting you in my BIG BALLS, and churning you up into HOT CUM!â The twinkâs âOh⊠fuckâŠâ was improv and authentic as the helmet-shaped cockhead dropped onto his head, the slit spreading open as it swallowed up the cute face.
            Leaning back in his recliner and stroking his cock, Max was re-watching his favorite vorno for what must have been the 50th time. It was one of the last scenes âBurt Big-Ballsâ had filmed before retiring from the industry. The young DILF had only worked with the studio for about 3 years but had still churned out over 100 scenes of cockvore (and 2 analvore scenes from before heâd found his niche). Most of those had ended the scene with the big-name prey actor struggling in his nuts and a cutaway to a massive cumshot (and the actor safely allowed to escape off-camera).
            But in the vorno industry there were always prey-boys willing (or forced) to take the final plunge, either as super-fans of a specific Pred, a way to go out âin-styleâ that others would jerk off to, or as a way to make one big paycheck that could be passed on to loved ones. Burt had his fair share of those videos as well, especially towards the end of his run. Those had always been Maxâs favorite scenes. The churn-enthusiast repeated Burtâs lines by heart as they were voiced on screen, edging himself as he watched the twinkâs outline make the switch from acted struggles to panicked flails.
            âThatâs right, boy, struggle for me.â
            âFuck, howâs it feel being trapped in my Big Balls?â
            âI can feel you getting squishier in there.â
            âWonât be long before youâre just another load of spunked-student!â
            âFUCK, IâM SNUFFING YOU OUT WITH MY BIG BALLS!â
            Max managed to hold back until Burtâs load blasted out and white-washed the walls of the set. His own load was miniscule compared to the gallons coming out of his obsessionâs cock. And Max WAS obsessed. At 29 years old, Max was well used to getting his way. Heâd been born into a well-off family, gone to an Ivy League school where he made valuable connections, and possessed a natural business-sense that let anything he touched turn to profit. He could buy just about anything he wanted, and could pay other people to do anything he didnât. So when he had worked his way through Burt Big-Ballâs filmography and realized there were no more videos to consume, he found himself frustrated in a new way. But Max wasnât one to just sit with frustrations like thatâŠ
            Three weeks later, Robert Ramses II had just settled in to watch some college football when he heard a knock at the door. Muttering to himself about the interruption, he heaved his muscular bulk up off the couch. The 45-year-old man opened the door to find an average-looking man with slicked back black hair dressed in a very expensive suit. For a moment, Robert worried he was about to be served a lawsuit. But then he saw an all-too-familiar look in the manâs eyes. The older man groaned internally as he realized it was another star-struck fan of âBurtâ. He had to repeat himself twice before the guy snapped out of his daze.
            âWha⊠what?â asked Max, shaking his head.
            âI said, can I help you with something?â repeated Robert, getting annoyed.
            âYES! I mean⊠yes! Hi Mr. Ramses, my name is Max Dillard, and I am the new owner of ChurnEmUp Studio. Would it be alright if I came in so we could speak about an opportunity?â
            Robert was surprised that someone who couldnât be older than 30 was now running that studio. He opened the door wider and stepped to the side while ushering Max inside, admiring the manâs perky ass as it passed beneath his gaze. He led them to the living room where the game was still playing, motioning for Max to take a seat on the well-worn sofa while he plopped down in the easy-chair. He couldnât help a small smile as he shut off the tv and allowed Max to ogle the hot DILF bod.
            Robertâs oversized, baggy sweatpants might have hidden his powerful legs and bulge, but the tight wifebeater he wore left little to the imagination. Even decades after his military service, he still kept a regimented gym schedule. His hairy torso started at broad shoulders and muscular pecs, detoured past musky pits to the arms featuring football-sized biceps, before tapering down past a fuzzy tummy to visible cum-gutters. He might not have a 6-pack anymore, but the tall DILF was still âFit as Fuckâ (as his son put it). The goatee had become a full beard and the crew-cut had grown out a bit, but the face had only grown more handsome. After giving his guest a few more seconds to drool, Robert snapped his fingers at the man and gave an âeyes up hereâ gesture. Max had the decency to blush at being caught staring, but boldly launched directly into his pitch.
            âSo, Robert⊠(Can I call you Burt? No?), I recently acquired ChurnEmUp studios as an investment. As you may have guessed, Iâm quite a fan of your work, and I certainly wasnât the only one! Before I go further, may I ask why you left?â
            Maybe it was the flattery and lustful staring, but Robert found he didnât mind explaining. âBack then, I was already married with two young kids when I started. My military service was over and I had no desire to re-enlist, but we needed more income than my wifeâs salary could provide. Weâd always been pretty kinky swingers, and sheâs the one that actually suggested vornos as a way to make some spending money.â Robert got a fond, faraway look in his eyes as he spoke about his wife Lila. âNeither of us really expected my stuff to take off like it did. The money got better and better, especially with those sex-toy deals. But then it happened⊠Lila had gone out with friends one night while I was still filming, and she was returned as a trashbag full of cum on our doorstep. Gave the babysitter quite a shock!â
            Robert got a bit misty-eyed talking about how heâd lost his wife. âSuddenly I was a single father of 2 young boys. I knew I needed to be more present for them than I had been, and the way my wife went⊠I just didnât want to be in that field anymore. A Pred buddy whoâd retired from the industry had opened up a new business, and when he heard about my circumstances he offered me a job on the spot. The money wasnât quite as good, but that plus the residuals let me get back on my feet while I found something more long-term.â
            Robert got up to get a beer from the kitchen. When he returned, he found Max standing and looking at the family photos peppering the living-room walls. As Robert settled back into his comfy chair, Max pointed at a photo taken just a few months ago.
            âAre these your sons?â asked Max.
            âYup. That tall one with the blond curls is Bobby; refuses to go by Junior. Heâs in his Sophomore year at State. And the smaller one is Jamie. Still in High School, but heâs sharp as a whip!â
            Max seemed to be making a mental note of that for some reason, but continued his pitch. Apparently ChurnEmUp had hit some hard times recently with the advent of OnlyFans-type services allowing Preds to film their meals without the studios. Sure, the production value was usually much lower, but they were able to put out content at a much faster rate and keep almost 100% of the profits for themselves. As the new owner, Max wanted to shake things up and make the studio profitable again. And to do that⊠heâd need a big draw.
            Robert could already see where this was going. âLet me guess, you want me to come out of retirement for a special one-time only show?"
            âI mean it wouldnât have to be one-time only, thatâd depend on you, but it would DEFINITELY be special!â
            Max went on to elaborate how heâd make it the biggest thing in vorno. It would initially be a Pay-Per-View livestream, advertised ahead of time. People would be able to purchase pints of churned-up prey, shipped to them in limited-edition branded thermoses. And the three fans who bid the most by showtime would each get a one-minute live, filmed phone call with the Pred himself as the prey digested inside his sack. Robert had to admit he found the ideas intriguing. It wasnât that money was especially tight right now, but with Bobby in college and Jamie only a few years away, the generous profit percentage and appearance fee would make a very welcome nest egg; plus it was just the one time⊠right?
            Two weeks later, âBurtâ strode onto set in just a robe and socks. He was pleasantly surprised when the small production crew greeted him with a round of applause. Some heâd worked with before (he knew for a fact that cameraman had gotten more than a few splashes of cum to the eye), and some were new. The set was actually pretty similar to his own living-room, complete with comfy easy-chair in the same shade of grey. When he looked around for his co-star, Max assured him everything was on track. The co-star would be a surprise for the fans as well as him. All Burt knew was that it would be a âConsensual Non-Consentâ scene (pretty common for fatal vorno scenes from studios), and that he would be playing the blindfolded birthday-DILF. Discarding the robe, the star settled into the easy-chair.
            When the director called Action and the live-stream began, Burtâs âhusbandâ entered the scene wishing him a happy birthday. Burt hid a smirk; heâd already guessed that Max would be filling that role himself. Fortunately, the younger man looked better naked than in a suit, with some muscle tone that hadnât been apparent when clothed. After a bit of back-and-forth porn-dialogue about how he had a birthday surprise for Burt, Max tied a blindfold over his eyes that cut off all vision. Burt heard Max leave the stage to fetch the âsurpriseâ, and spent the time getting himself turned on; his last cockmeal had been a full decade ago, and the thought of a struggling meal finally getting churned up again had his cock bobbing in the air. What Burt couldnât see was the posterboard of text being shown to the camera:
            âBURT DOESNâT KNOW IT, BUT HIS HUSBAND WILL BE FEEDING HIM HIS OWN SON!â
            Nearly all of the viewers and crewmembers assumed this was a porn thing. After all, itâs not like the studio could get away with doing anything actually illegal! What only a select few accomplices knew was that the college jock being dragged on set was Burtâs actual son, Bobby. Max couldnât have said WHY it had to be Burtâs own son, but something about it just felt right for the starâs return to vorno. Theyâd tracked down Bobbyâs dormroom and kidnapped the 19-year-old that morning, and now the handsome blond was naked, struggling against zipties, and screaming into a gag.
            If Burt was startled by the desperation in his preyâs muffled shouts, he didnât show it; he just made his trademark smirk while telling Max that his surprise sounded like a real struggler. Max agreed while forcing Bobbyâs head into the wrinkled skin of the nutsack heâd come from. With his mouth gagged, Bobby couldnât help but inhale a major dose of Pred musk. Even the straight lad felt himself getting a half-chub at the overwhelmingly masculine scent, and his struggles slowed as his face was smothered in scrotum and rubbed back and forth. Burt moaned aloud at the feeling, and felt himself slide right back into his porn persona, improvising dirty dialogue in that sexy bass voice as it came to him.
            âFuck yeah, rub his face into my hungry sack.â
            âShow that preyboy where heâs going to be churned up into daddyâs next load.â
            âYeah, keep inhaling my musk, kid.â
            âMy Big Balls are going to love breaking you down.â
            âAlright, time to put that prey where he belongs.â
            At that signal, the camera moved to focus on Burt lifting his massive cock up to nearly vertical (putting the cockhead higher than his own), while off-screen a beefy production assistant lifted the musk-drunk Bobby and princess-carried him up a stepstool set out by Max. The experienced PA waited for the cameraman to give the OK before feeding the jockâs feet into the gasping urethra. Even the PA was surprised at how greedily the killer cock took in its prey as it slurped up Bobbyâs thighs in just one âswallowâ. Max hurried to replace the PA in supporting the sluggish youthâs back, allowing the cameraman to zoom out again and capture the entire scene:
            A true DILF relaxing upon his easy-chair throne, powerful hairy body on display, massive hairy sack sitting between his legs like a bean-bag chair, and a dick as thick as most menâs torsos leaking an unending stream of precum onto the floor. The DILFâs son, shaking off his stupor and struggling again, was being fed to that hungry cock by the DILFâs happy husband.
            Burtâs was having sensory overload. Feeling âunwillingâ prey squirming its way down his shaft again made him realize just how much heâd missed this feeling of power. He was using his great big fucking cock, to complete consume a younger, smaller man. With every flex of his cock-muscles, the muffled screams of his prey grew louder as true panic set in. He could almost make out words like âStop!â âDad!â and âItâs me!â, and mentally applauded his young co-star even as the ladâs waist slipped into the slick, tight shaft of his cock.
            The real surprise was that as he felt the ladâs abs get slurped in, the screams turned to sobs. That was unusual; most of the prey actors could at least scream convincingly, but they were still into the situation. Crying on command was usually beyond them though. Had the actor changed his mind partway through? It wasnât unheard of in the vorno world, but itâd never happened to Burt.
            As he felt the bound hands try to push against his dickhead and slow the consumption, he felt some pity for the man. On the other hand, something about the struggles being REAL made his nuts itch even harder. This wasnât playacting⊠he was really dominating and overpowering a weaker man, and soon he was going to snuff the manâs life out and melt him down into cum. All that potential wasted, just so he (and the 22,459 viewers currently watching the stream live) could get off to it!
            Max had backed out of the shot, letting the powerful cock handle Bobbyâs weight. At this point all that remained was the boyâs arms, shoulders, and tear-streaked face. Max nearly shot his own load hands-free as Burt sealed the deal. The DILF made his famous smirk, crooned out âSay goodbye, boyâ, and slurped his sonâs head in with one flex, then the arms with another. The entire wriggling form was encased in cock-flesh as Burt growled out his pleasure. But as good as the struggles in his shaft felt, they were going to feel three times better in his ballsack.
            Tens of thousands of viewers leaned closer to their screens so they could make out the terrified features of Bobby travel down that sexy cock and reappear pushing out the skin of Burtâs sack. A few hundred viewers shot their loads early the first time Burt clenched his Big Balls hard, fully outlining Bobbyâs body as the scrotum clung to him like a second skin. The massive testicles battered the jock as sticky semen coated his entire body.
            Max made his reappearance and removed Burtâs blindfold, whispering âHappy Birthday, stud. You have a call on speakerâŠâ as the DILF groaned out in ecstasy. Burt hadnât felt this incredible buzz in a decade, and it was blowing his mind. He looked at Max, uncomprehending, until Max mouthed âFans!â and pointed at an off-stage speaker. It was like playing Operation while getting a tattoo, but Burt made himself focus to give his special fans the experience theyâd paid for. He turned on the charm and made sure his voice had the deep, basso rumble.
            âThis is Burt.â
            âOh⊠ohmygodohmygod itâs YOU! Iâm a huge huge huge fan! For YEARS!â
            âGlad to hear it, son. Howâve you liked the show so far?â
            âAMAZING. I canât believe weâre really seeing you again! Youâre even sexier than before!â
            âHa, thank you boy. Timeâs almost up, anything I can do for you?â
            âOh god, um⊠uh⊠can you clench your Big Balls again and say âthis will be you someday Tannerâ?
            Burt obliged, running a hand down up and down his furry chest while squeezing his sack tight again and repeating words to the camera that made a 23-year-old cum from 450 miles away. The call clicked to the next, and Burt greeted his second big-bucks fan the same way.
            âThis is Burt.â
            âHi Burt, long-time fan, first time caller! Iâm Ralph, just starting as a cockpred; whatâd it feel like taking that blondie in? Do different prey feel different going down? Do you prefer willing or struggling?â
            He had to chuckle at the fan trying to get all his questions in at once before time ran out. Burt hadnât known his prey was blond; young blond men were his cockfood of choice, though he couldnât say why.
            âHey there Ralph, congrats on starting an amazing journey. The blondie felt amazing. Iâm guessing he was curly from the way his hair tickled my shaft on the way down, always an extra pleasure. Other than size, most prey give the same stretch going down, though anything that adds texture (like curly hair, cock piercings, or furriness) is going to feel extra good. And I definitely prefer them struggling. Good luck out there.â
            Burt addressed the last bit to the camera while clenching again. Bobby screamed into his gag at the repeated mastication and tingle of cum on his skin. His dadâs nuts were giving off a smothering heat that had him sweating like crazy. The only benefit was that the zipties were weakening. Just a little more and he should be able to get his hands free and remove the gag. From there he could either get his dad to let him out or claw his own way back up the shaft⊠or so he hoped. He was feeling weak already...
            Burt immediately recognized the third callerâs voice as that of his friend and former boss, the one whoâd helped him leave the industry in the first place. He only had two questions.
            âHey Burt, itâs Don Deadlydick here. I canât believe they actually got you back! Does this mean you are returning to the vorno industry for real, or is this a one-off? You have my support either way, man.â
            âWow, good to hear from you Don! You know, before this [*CLENCH*] I would have said it was a one-time thing. But that feeling [*CLENCH*] of breaking a guy down [*CLENCH*] into nutslop [*CLEEEEEEEEENCH*] is just too good! Being a Pred will definitely be part of my life again.â
            âGood to hear man! Those sexy nuts deserve to feast! And how does it feel to be melting your boy Bobby into jizz? Fuck, thatâs so fucking hot!â
            Burt and Max both froze, staring at each other. Burtâs mouth had dropped open. Max had the sudden realization that tricking a DILF into swallowing his son with his cock might not have been in the best interests for self-preservation. And Bobby⊠Bobbyâs zipties had finally melted away, but he could already feel the deadly jizz working deeper and deeper into his skin. The jock felt⊠less somehow, as if he was sweating himself thinner and thinner. He tore off the now-threadbare gag and cried out to his father.
            âDAD!!! ITâS ME!!! YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I DONâT WANT TO DIE IN HERE!!! PLEASE!!!â
            The voice had been muffled by the cummy walls of his scrotum, but Burt still recognized his sonâs voice pleading for rescue. His mind revved up from a stall-out to overdrive, considering possibilities and consequences. And for the first time in a decade, Burt chose to put himself before his kids. Heâd been good for so fucking long, didnât he deserve something just for him? Wasnât there some deep meaning to melting his son back into cum? Didnât the fucker feel FANTASTIC scratching at the walls of his ballsack?
            Without taking his eyes off the camera (and Max, quivering beside it), Burt started rhythmically clenching his sack again while massaging it with his socked feet. He felt his persona take over, and the dialogue just flowed out as he continued digesting his firstborn into spunk.
            âThatâs it, son, struggle against Daddy Burtâs Big Balls.â
            âFuuuuuuck, it felt so good putting you back where you came from!â
            âGo on, boy, keep fighting, youâre not going anywhere until I shoot you out as jizz.â
            âThatâs right Bobby, your dad is going to snuff you out with his nasty nuts. Iâm not going to save you. I want you to suffer in there.â
            âItâs so hot seeing your screaming face pushing out the skin. Keep screaming as you churn, son.â
            âYouâre getting softer and softer, kid. Is that your elbow? I bet if I squeeze just a bit more⊠[*splursh*] Fuck yeah, youâre breaking apart in there!â
            Word had spread rapidly, and another 9,000 voraphiles had paid to join the live stream and witness the hottest Cockvore Pred breaking down and smelting his son into cum. Countless loads already painted chests and tissues as they listened to the DILF degrade his co-star alongside the squelches of cum-digestion. But some managed to hold their loads, determined to shoot at the same time as Burt. And that time was quickly approaching. Burt motioned towards Max to bring over the empty 10-gallon water jug (the type seen in offices everywhere).
            âThatâs it, Bobby, not [*CLENCH*] long left. Just a few more [*CLENCH*] squeezes. DIE for me son [*CLENCH*], fucking die for your hot fucking daddy! [*CLEEEEENCHSPLOORSHHH*].
            With that last squeeze, Bobbyâs barely distinct form burst into cum, rounding out the truly massive balls back to their spherical shape. Burt let out a primal scream as his orgasm ripped through him like none before. The entire crew stared in amazement as cum painted the ceiling, walls, and equipment. Max remembered in time to direct that firehose towards the jugâs opening in time for next wave. When the extended orgasm ended, the jug was full, the viewers had all cum, and Max was covered in cum and kneeling in front of Burtâs Big Balls. He realized the danger of his position, and looked up to see the DILF glaring down at himâŠ
Your bf facetimed you, but when you answered it was a stranger and he stroking his huge dick. You went to hang up but before you could, he spoke.
âDonât hang up yet, youâll miss whatâs left of your little boyfriendâ
You paused, confused.
âWhat do you me-â your sentence was interrupted by the strangerâs animalistic roar as his balls convulsed and he shot out ropes and ropes of cum.
âFuck. Thatâs my third load. I guess your boyfriend is all gone now, he gave me a couple of inches though so Iâm not mad. Iâll text you my address and you can come lick whatâs left of him off the floor.â
The call disconnected and You were left in silence until a loud ping from your phone broke the spell. It was an address. You were never going to go there! It was crazy and completely irresponsibleâŠso then why did You change your clothes And put your shoes on?
You knew your bf was cock food and you wanted to be too.
When I started college, I moved in with my older brother. He was real nice to me. I didn't have to pay for anything. He got me presents. He let me bring guys over to bang, and he'd send his hookups over to fuck me. Sometimes we'd tag team a dude. When my sophomore year started, he would start cocking guys around me. I always knew he was a pred. It was a rare thing, so everyone talked about it. But I'd never seen it before. He ate a dude right after we finished pumping our loads into him. I'd been sitting on the bed while the dude blew me, so I ended up pinned by my brother's massive, man eating dick. His precum soaked me. His scent filled my lungs.
He humped my legs while the guy melted into cum. Then he came all over me. He didn't say anything about it and left me there. I'd tasted his seed before when I ate a dude out after he came in the guy, but that night I must have swallowed a gallon of the stuff.
After that, he regularly ate our hookups. I'd come home to find him chilling with a guy melting in his sack. Sometimes he'd bust all over me. Sometimes he went just chilled. At some point, he started having me worship his cock. I'd help his meals churn down.
We stopped hooking up with other people unless they were going to wind up as his cock food.
If he wanted an ass, he took mine. If he wanted to fuck a throat, he fucked mine. I learned the taste of his pits, his ass, and his feet.
We were practically lovers.
Senior year, he started asking if I ever thought about what those guys I helped him digest were going through. He teased me, saying he bet I dreamt about being his food. When he humped me with his massive dick right after a meal, he'd talk about how easy it'd be to swallow me up right then and there. Sometimes he'd talk to his meals like they were me. He had me ask his food questions as they melted into his cum.
Then, on the day of graduation, he finally said it: "College is over. It's been fun. But I want a husband one day, and brothers can't get married. So you have two choices, baby bro. You go in and change into your cap and gown, go get your degree, and move out tomorrow. Go back to our parents' place til you get it figured out. Or you can come back out naked and graduate from bitch to food. It's up to you. No pressure. I love you either way."
I spent a good half hour in my room. I should have been thinking it over, but I wasn't. Mostly, I was just sad at the idea we couldn't get married.
When I walked out, my brother had his legs spread. His dick was on display. When he spotted me, his balls growled. He smiled. "Good choice. I always knew you would wind up in my balls."
I nodded. It seemed like this was fate. It was bound to happen the moment we moved in together.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't waste you down the drain. See, preds are really sought after as sperm donors. Increases the chances of having a pred or some bullshit. Whatever. But what they don't tell people is that we cock preds can choose how much of our sperm is us and how much is food. You. So..." he smirked. "Next time I see you, 19 years from now, maybe, you'll be calling me dad."
I blushed. That didn't sound true. "You don't have to sugarcoat it."
He laughed. "Sugarcoat what? Fuck man. You don't get it, do you? It doesn't mean you'll have a happy ever after. It means you're my food. And I'll have like 100 of you. And each one of you is going to be my food too. You're cockfood for forever. Now get over here and kiss my nuts. Get them nice and hungry for you."
While staying with your boyfriendâs family for the holidays, you woke up to an empty bed. Your boyfriend was gone, and his brother was standing beside the bed with his pants off.
âHey,â he said. He smirked. âAlways figured my cocksnot brother would bring home a real cutie one day. Itâs why I let him stick around for so long. But now heâs done what I wanted.â He lifted his shirt and let his massive dong flop out. âIâve got two options for ya. Either you decide to mine or you get to be his. Choose me, and Iâll blast his remains up that tight ass of yours. Choose him, and youâll get to journey down this dick and melt into splooge just like him. See, Iâm going to miss him. But if heâs all mixed up with you, then I wouldnât mind churning you two together and having a son. Would probably wind up giving him the same choice when he finishes college. So, whatâll it be? You want this cock or do you want in it?â
You know how sometimes addicts have a bit of a stumble on the road to recovery? Well, that's what I call this. I haven't been dunking guys down my cock for three months. I used to be a one a day sort of dude. It wasn't healthy, and what remained of my friends and family gathered around for an intervention. It was really brave of them, honestly. I could have done something awful and tried to cock them all right then and there. But I didn't. I took it heart. I went preds anonymous.
That means you... You're just a mistake, man. I promise, you're the last guy who's going to melt into my load. That has to be something at least, right? Like, you get the honor of being my last. You're going to be the last man who gets crunched up by my meaty, godly nuts and pumped into a massive condom I'll tie up and store in the basement with the others.
What do you mean let you out? No, look, if I don't digest you, then my nuts will just ache for it. They'll be so upset with me that I won't be able to help myself, and then bam, I'm back to my old ways. That wouldn't be any good. So you're in there to stay.
Well, not to stay. Obviously you'll be leaving. You'll just be a lot whiter and wetter when you head out. But don't worry. I'll print a pic of you from your phone or whatever to put on the condom.
You want to get dumped in some twink slut? Oh damn. You sure? Because if I kept you as cum, I could drink you up bit by bit over the years. Maybe send some of you off to a sperm bank. I've heard some prey reincarnate that way.
You're sure?
Fuuuuuuck man. I sure am glad you're my last. Now get to jerking off. I want you to cum in my nuts before I waste you, got it? That's a good fucking nut slut.
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You piss off one local mobster by beating up his twinky brother and all of a sudden you find yourself tied up in a basement. A bunch of hairy Italian dudes are standing around, sneering at you. Apparently that twink was basically their princess, and they're pissed as hell.
But you're a tough son of a bitch. You ask if they're going to beat you up or try to get money out of you, kill you, whatever.
The mobster laughs. "You hurt my brother, and you think you get off that easily? No. I believe in an eye for an eye. You see this?" He pulls out a syringe. "Cheap-ass black market cocking serum. One little dose of this, and your cock will be real hungry."
"So you're perverts." That sort of thing won't faze you either, not that you'll tell them that. You've vored some dudes before. You've seen some shit. They don't scare you.
That is, until he snaps his fingers, and some of those big blokes drag your own brother forward. He's supposed to be at college. He's a music major, second-semester freshman. He just turned 19 in January. And your brother is naked.
You fly into a rage. You struggle in the chair but the restraints are too much. You can't break them. You shout. You can taste blood.
When you finally calm down, the mobster says, "We didn't hurt him. We've just been making sure he's had a nice nap. Hell, I didn't even rape him. And look at that pretty face. You know how hard it was not to make him cry while pounding his ass? I thought about fucking him in front of you, but no. See, we didn't hurt him, but you will."
You blinked. "What?"
And that's when they all started to laugh.
They were going to shove your brother down your dick. You were going to cock your precious brother, and there was no doubt they wouldn't fish him out of there. He was about to be cock food. He's splooge waiting to melt down. Cum.
They wake him up with smelling salts right before they dunk his confused face into your gaping cock maw. You sob even through the pleasure. You could try to resist. You could try to control your cock muscles. You're a practiced enough pred to do that.
But you don't.
Because it feels so damn good.
It feels fucking wonderful to eat your brother with your dick.
And as much as you hate it, you can't help but want to churn him into a massive fucking load.
He squirms and cries and struggles as the mobsters massage the lump of his body down your man-sized cock. You buck and moan. You beg with them to let him out. But you still gulp him down into your balls. And precum gushes out your piss slit. And you balls rise and fall as your brother thrashes in the boiling cum. The mobsters jerk off all around you as your brother melts down.
They undo your binds and leave once he's gone.
You're left to unleash his gallons all on your own. Whether you drink them down, coat the room, or keep any of him is all up to you.
You cry as you massage you dick.
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Hey, it has been a little bit since I've posted a full-length story. Sorry about that! I think I'll be posting just a bit more regularly from now on though. Asks are always welcome, and if you have any suggestions, please let me know! Enjoy a bit of cockvore (and oral vore ;)!
âDo you think it could handle any moreâŠ?â Leo looked down at the crest of his stomach, listening to it plead like a toddler to hold off on shoving even more food down his gullet. He didnât exactly know how he was able to go this far, but something in the way Drew kept pushing him made it nearly impossible to hold himself back.
âDudeâŠyouâve come so far,â Drew breathed, awestruck. âHow could you stop now? The fridge is almost empty, and itâs all in here.â Drew braced Leoâs belly a little too hard, causing the bloated man to gasp in pain at the sensitive, taut skin.
âAhâhicâFuck⊠You canât do that. It hurts too much.â Leoâs piercing eyes found Drewâs, and the two men exchanged a meaningful look. Drew tousled his light-brown hair and flashed a crooked grin. He knew Leo could eat more if he had just tried a little bit harder.
This night had started off pretty normal, with both guys coming back home from work tired and ready to chill out. Drew had just bought some weed from the vendor down the street, and he was warned that it was âpretty strong shit,â so naturally, he and Leo baked the entirety of it into a batch of brownies. Leo was usually a saint about his diet, never cheating or binging hard whenever he needed to meet a goal. However, only sober Leo cared deeply about his macros. Leo, whenever he got high, always had an all-consuming (literally) case of the munchies. Itâs not uncommon for the blonde jock to order four extra-large pizzas and devour them within minutes, only to order another three as soon as the delivery guy pulls out of the driveway. On one occasion, Leoâs hunger was so bad that he woke up the next morning with a belly that almost eclipsed him, and he thought he felt something moving inside his gut. After asking Drew about it, his friend told him that the two had gone to a buffet and that the movement was probably his stomach churning all of that food into fuel for his bulking physique, though neither guy was convinced.
Drew, on the other hand, usually got a pretty bad case of the munchies, too; however, tonight, for no reason other than to screw over his friend, Drew decided to push Leo as far as he could go, only eating one brownie himself and convincing his dumb, blonde, friend that he wasnât eating enough. So, after eleven brownies found their way packed tightly behind Leoâs abs, the marijuana started seeping into the dudeâs bloodstream, sending signals to his brain that he was starving. One thing led to another, and Leo had eaten practically everything they had in the fridge and pantry. Entire loaves of bread, several pounds of beef and chicken, four gallons of milk, two cartons of eggs, and much more had all been crammed into Leoâs desperate throat, bulging out his belly enormously. His buddy worshiped at the altar of Leoâs greed, feeling his stomach stretch farther and farther, listening to its gurgles as his best bro belched out all of the air trapped in his tummy.
The only thing left in the fridge was a 24-can box of Busch Light, which Drew had already emptied out into a funnel, pushing it up to Leoâs plush lips for him to chug the two gallons of beer. The muscular blonde man resisted, pushing it away and gently rubbing the curve of his gurgling belly, which was growing hot to the touch as it began digesting all of the food Leo had carelessly devoured.
âBro, itâs not gonna fit. Iâm way too full.â
âCâmon, bro. I know it can handle more. Iâve seen you eat more when you were sober!â
âNo way. Not gonna happen, Iââ Leo was cut off as Drew forced the end of the funnel between his best friendâs lips.Â
Immediately, the cold liquid cascaded down Leoâs throat, making his belly appear to stretch out in real time. Leo patted his gut, involuntarily drinking the gallons of alcohol his friend pushed on him. Once something was in Leoâs mouth, he would keep gulping until he got it all the way down. So, as the beer stretched the manâs stomach walls, Leo groaned at the feeling of a growing belly and let his mouth and throat do all the work. Rhythmic gulping resonated as the man, clad only in pajama pants with a strained waistband, finished his fridge's contents.
BBBBBUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP
âOhâFuckâHoly shit, IâOOOUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!â The greedy man clutched his stomach as if it were about to burst.
âOkay, buddy, letâs get you to the couch.â
The pair stumbled over to the living room of the apartment, Leo leaning on his friend to get him across the room. Drew could barely hide his arousal at Leoâs state, cupping the underside of his obscene gut to help shoulder the burden. It wasnât often Leo went all out like this, so every time it did happen, Drew made sure it was a special occasion.
âHey bro, Iâll be right back. You just lay there for a bit and rest up, okay? Just hold on for a second for me.â
Leo huffed heavily and nodded, finding difficulty breathing with how much his belly pressed up against his lungs. He looked like a painting with that enormous orb of a belly. Drew needed it to be bigger.
Grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter, he assessed the damage for just a moment. Empty cartons of milk and packages of meat were strewn about like the aftermath of a storm. Drew shuddered and palmed his aching cock through his cargo pants. His hand stayed at his groin, massaging his growing member with vigor, allowing it to grow larger than any human size. Once his bulge was the size of a horsesâ, Drew slipped out the front door. His destination wasnât farâonly down the hall and to the left did he find just what he was looking for.
Drew continued rubbing his throbbing cock, feeling his hard member strain his pants. With the rate his dick was growing, he would rip his pants in seconds. Knocking at the door, Drew had to unleash his monster from his clothes while he waited, letting his behemoth cock swing out at full mast. It twitched in time with Drewâs heartbeat, growing steadily with each pump of blood. The anticipation was killing him, so Drew started slowly pumping his cock in the middle of the hallway.
Eventually, the neighbor opened the door. Luigi was a young man, similar to Drew and Leo in age. He was skinny, with a small amount of muscle and a very handsome face. Drewâs heart raced with excitement when his eyes widened at his monster cock.
âD-Drew?â
âLuigi, buddy! Howâs it going?â Drew was fully jacking his lengthening cock and bucking his hips as it grew to roughly four feet and counting.
Luigi stepped back in complete awe and intimidation. He had no idea how to react to his handsome jock neighbor raiding his apartment with a throbbing, inhuman-sized cock. Drew took the opportunity to step through the doorframe, dropping his cock as it hit the floor with a thump. His penis continued to grow, inching closer and closer to Luigi, who now looked scared. Drew was determined, and his crooked smile continued dancing across his face as he felt a shudder through his whole body and knew that it was time for his cock to feast upon his neighbor, all in the pursuit of making Leoâs belly bigger.
Twisting his hips around, Drew lined up his cock head with Luigiâs bare feet and thrust forward, feeling his neighbor enter into his desperate dick. Drew moaned and bit his bottom lip, flexing his cock, which caused his prey to lurch forward deeper into his massive shaft. Drew continued devouring his helpless neighbor with his cock, feeling the way Luigi struggled against his overwhelming manhood with glee.
âWhatâre you doing?!â Luigi shrieked, trying to push Drewâs mushroom head down as it enveloped his waist.
âCome on, buddy. Just let me do my thing, okay? Youâll be fine. I wonât digest you.â
âDigest me? What the hell are you talking about?â
In lieu of an answer, Drew tensed his dick, slurping up his poor friend up to his chest. The predatorâs hands roamed over the upper half of his thick shaft as he felt with pleasure Luigiâs feet start emptying out into his ballsack. At this point, Drewâs cock had gotten such a tight hold on Luigi that his shaft was now fully erect in the air, slowly choking down the young skinny man with the dramatics of a horror-movie monster.
Drewâs balls started growing as his prey was getting deposited into his rightful place. The pred grunted as his cock slurped up the last of its food, spilling out gallons of precum all over the wooden floor of the apartment. Blood surged through the veins of Drewâs hungry cock, making it harder than a diamond. Cooing to his member, Drew said, âThere you go, big guy. Feels good, huh?â
Thick globs of precum spilled out, lubricating the sweaty shaft. Drew massaged his genitals with delicate tenderness. Leaning out of the door frame, he checked to see if there were any witnesses. Thankfully, none had appeared. So, with an extra large load in his massive balls, Drew waddled back to his apartment where Leo was waiting. His shaft had shrunk considerably, though it was still swollen and bigger than a horsesâ. Feeling the squirming of his friendly neighbor, Drew chuckled darkly as he turned the key to his apartment, excited for what was to come next.
âHey bro, howâre you doing?â
Leo shifted weakly, a hand automatically gracing his belly as he remembered what he had done less than an hour ago. The alcohol had knocked him out, but his best friendâs voice had called him back to consciousness. Fatigue felt like lead on his eyelids, so Leo opted to just shift on the plush couch, using one hand to rub his belly and the other to cover his eyes.
âI brought you some water. Think you can fit anymore in that gut?â
Leo just groaned and opened his mouth, happy that his friend was there to help him through his greed. Smirking, Drew brought his huge cock to Leoâs lips and pushed his tip in, stretching his friendâs jaws far enough apart that he heard a pop. Leo moaned, though it was muffled with the huge cock in his mouth. Still, in his crossed haze, the blonde hunk with an endless appetite started sucking Drewâs cock with fervor, trying to hydrate himself with the water he thought his friend was providing.
âFuckâŠ. There you go. Just keep sucking. Youâre such a good boy.â
Leo didnât even hear Drew, as his entire attention was laser-focused on sucking Drewâs fat cock. Using his tongue, Leo choked down more of Drewâs shaft, using his throat to massage the warm member. The predator shuddered with pleasure, stifling a moan as his best friend sucked on his big dick with desperation. He felt Luigi squirming around in his balls, and the cross-section of stimulation prompted his ejaculation with premature speed as if this was his first time. With a roar, Drew unleashed, forcing Luigi from his balls and halfway down Leoâs throat. His greedy, crossed friend gulped, hard, feeling the immense mass propel down his throat so far that gagging wasnât even an option. Leo choked for a moment before coaxing whatever was in his mouth deeper into his gut, as he realized he couldnât breathe properly. He could feel Drew stroking his blond hair delicately, and instinctually, Leo propped himself up and reached for his friend to come closer.
As Leoâs hand found Drewâs glutes and pulled him closer, the predator unleashed gallons of cum after Leo had just devoured a whole human being in two gulps. This was Drewâs favorite past-time: watching Leo swallow anything and everything when he was intoxicated. Something about the way his disciplined and structured friend completely crumbled the second weed or alcohol passed his lips was endlessly attractive and fascinating to Drew. As far as he knew, Leo didnât even know that he could do this, but Drew loved it.
Leo continued sucking hard as Drewâs cock finally shot out its last few ribbons of baby-batter. He patted Leoâs cheek to communicate that he could stop sucking, but Leo was reluctant to let go, much like a baby animal trying to suckle as much milk from his mother as possible. The predator glanced down at the now Luigi-sized belly his best bro sported, and he was impressed with how easily Leo seemed to gulp this guy down. As time has gone on, the blonde hunk was able to swallow guys (albeit fed through Drewâs cock) with a much quicker pace. Right now, Leo didnât even seem to notice that Luigi had just been forced down his throat, as he still thought Drew was offering him water.
Chuckling, Drew stepped back, letting his still-chubbed cock flop down between his muscular thighs. Leo whimpered and turned back around, absentmindedly rubbing his gorgeous gut, not even noticing how it had nearly quadrupled in size. The cock pred stepped into the kitchen and prepared a real glass of water for his friend. Upon returning, Leo opened his arms, asking Drew to be his little spoon. Unable to say no to his greedy, drunken friend, Drew reclined onto the couch, crushing himself under Leoâs belly, and snuggled up for a long night of digestion.
When Leo would wake tomorrow morning, he likely would not remember a single event that took place within the last three hours. However, if he was lucky, Luigi would still be squirming around inside him, and Drew could observe his best buddy guiltily enjoying his engorged stomach as it digested their neighbor. It seemed like Leo was almost done being conditioned, and soon enough, he would be able to swallow guys on his own, much to Drewâs delight. With a contented sigh, Drew embraced his friend and let the sounds of digestion lull him to sleep.
âOkay,â Nickâs father looked at his son from the front seat of the car. âTell me the rules again so I know you know them.â
A grimace formed on the young manâs face. Every time his dads went off on a vacation and left Nick home, they always made sure he followed the rules, and he always ended up breaking them one way or another. Still, to appease his father, Nick heaved a sigh and responded like a robot: âDonât drink, donât do drugs, be polite, say excuse me, remember that Iâm a guestââ
âAndâŠ?â His father cut in, eyebrows raised in expectation.
âAnd donât eat them. But Dad, Iââ
âNuh uh, I donât wanna hear it. The Mullners were close friends to your dad and I, and so were the Colemansââ
âAnd I was going to eat the Wards myself, but you beat me to it,â Nickâs other dad piped up from the driver's seat. He looked at Nick through the rearview mirror and winked at him with his identical brown eyes.Â
A pursed smile etched into Nickâs face as he failed once again to explain that he hadnât meant to eat any of themâthey all just ended up getting digested one way or another by him. His father in the driver's seatâ-the one in which he had inherited his pred gene fromâchalked it up to him just being an unruly 19-year-old. However, his dad in the passenger seat took the issue much more seriously than his husband did. Whilst one dad had a little more empathy and humor about Nickâs predatory side, the other was endlessly patronizing about his child's eating habits. He was so used to it by this point that the teenager found himself slumped against the car door, peering out the window like a deflated balloon.
The cracks in the road and bumps in the car got more persistent as they got farther from suburbia, telling the family that they were about to arrive at Jasonâs farm house. Jason was one of Nickâs closer friends, and they were on the soccer team together back in high school. While they hadnât talked much since last summer, they were still on good terms, and this would be a nice opportunity to deepen their friendship since Nick wasnât allowed to be left at home alone with his brother anymore after his dads walked in on him slurping his brother down his enlarged cock (again, not his fault).
When the family pulled into the drive way, Nick gave a quick hug to his dads goodbye, endured more lecturing about how he needed to control his appetite, rolled his eyes as his other parent gave him a twenty to order a pizza guy (and a pizza, as âdessert,â he joked), and they hastily sped off to enjoy their trip to Aruba. The young man sighed againâhis go-to emote when dealing with his overbearing and almost over-loving parents. Their heart was in the right place, but they still treated him like a child. If all goes right, this would hopefully be a chance to prove to both of his dads that he isnât the gluttonous pred that theyâve branded him as.
Gripping his duffel bag, Nick watched as the car left, noticing just how empty the roads and surrounding fields were. If he wanted to eat Jason and his familyâwhich he didnâtâthen not a soul would know about it until his parents came to pick him up. Nick thought about that for quite some timeâlong enough that he didnât notice Jason come out of the house and approach him from behind.
âHey, welcome back, weirdo. Whatâre you standing around for?â
Nick turned around with shock in his eyes. He had gotten way too lost in that daydream. âOh! Jason! Hey man,â he leaned in for a bro-hug. âSorry, just, uh,â Nick tried to think of an excuse whilst talking over his growling stomach, âjust pissed that I donât get to go to fucking Aruba with my dads.â
âSo valid, man, but hey, the lakeâs still out back. Remember when we used to go skinny dipping with the team?â Jason smirked.
âHah! Yeah! Who was it that always complained about it being too cold?â
The two paused for a moment as if to think, but in unison, they exchanged a knowing look and said âKyle.â
âAnyways, come on in. My pops is cooking dinner, and it should be ready soon. You hungry?â
âAlways.â
Jason led his old friend into the house and motioned him up the stairs to his room. The two chatted, catching up on what theyâve been up to this summer. Jason had put on some bulk since the last time the two had hung out. Nick tried not to think about it, especially on an empty stomach, but the brown-haired hunk practically needed a bra with how much his pecs had grown. Of course, Jason noticed Nick staring.
âWhatâs up bro? Notice something new?â Jason bounced his pecs with a jocular grin, showing off his new muscles through his tanktop like a vintage car show.
âYeah, you just used to be such a scrawny guy! What happened?â Nick joked back, trying to change the topic subtly.
âWould you believe me if I said I wanted to be more like you?â Jason looked earnestâeager to please, almost. Nick was taken aback for a moment because, while he did have some lean muscle, he wasnât built nearly as bulky as Jason had gotten. Just when he was about to respond, Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, âDude, Iâm joking. I know it's been a while, but ease up, will ya?â
The predator silently cursed himself for acting like such a social dunce with his old friend. Nick himself wasnât even interestedâwasnât even that interestedâin having Jason for dinner. It was just his fathersâ words getting to his head. Shaking himself off like he did before his soccer games, Nick plunged back into his body, responding with a laugh and, âBruh, sorry. I forget your humor sometimes.â
The two continue bantering for a few minutes as Nick unrolls his sleeping bag and examines the new decorations around Jasonâs roomâa couple of which feature some bronze and silver medals from bodybuilding competitions. Nick nods in appraisal, trying to ignore the hunger growing in his stomach; however, with perfect timing, Jasonâs dad calls out from downstairs: âKids! Dinnerâs ready!â
âDad made your favorite âcause he knew youâd be coming over. You still love his meatloaf, right?â
The prospect of meatloaf spurred Nick to race downstairs without answering, ready to indulge in one of his favorite meals. Jason bounded down after him with a grin plastered onto his face, happy that his friend was finally getting more comfortable. When the pair reached the kitchen, Jasonâs father turned around with a pan of meatloaf steaming from the oven. Nick and Jasonâs stomachs growled in unison.
âThereâs my boys! Good to see you Nick! Howâve you been? Jasonâs been talking about you coming over for weeks,â he smirked at his kid, who shot him an icy glare at spilling his eagerness.
âIâm great Mr. Donovan! Thank you for having me over. I really appreciate it.â
The lines around his eyes crinkled from years of smiling. âNo need to be so formal, son. Youâre family here.â
A deep voice from behind made the two guys turn around, âAh! There he is! Nick! Good to see you again, buddy! Hope these guys here havenât caused you too much trouble,â A twinkling eye winked at him.
The other Mr. Donovan hugged his kids with charming enthusiasm. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back, and his wife-lover had a noxious odor that Jason gagged at instantly.
âEw, Dad! Shower after you workout. Thatâs gross.â
Upon closer inspection, Nick observed the veins in his arms were bulging, and his pecs looked pumped and juicy. It seems like Jason wasnât the only Donovan that bulked up since he had seen them last. A hunger pang resonated, silencing all the noise in the room save for the sizzling vegetables on the skillet. Nick blushed furiously and looked down. The family around him laughed, patting nick on the shoulder and gracing his head with a noogie.
âCome on boys, letâs eat!â
The family plus Nick all sat around at the dinner table, grinning at each other as an easy blanket of humor and familiarity crowded the family dining room. As the time passed, each man became more and more comfortable with Nick being there, welcoming him as if he were truly part of the family. They got so comfortable with each other, that when Nick realized he had eaten the entire meatloaf by himself, the family just laughedâJason even reached over to pat his bloated six-pack.
âGod, kid. Even all these years later, you still can pack it away better than anyone Iâve ever seen.â
âYou shouldâve seen him at the afterparties at our tournaments, dad,â Jason exclaimed with stars in his eyes, âNick was able to eat anything and everything we gave him! This is nothing!â
The guy looked pretty sheepish and looked down, not accustomed to being praised over openly for his appetite. In complete transparency, Nick was only stuffing himself so much that he wouldnât be tempted to eat the lovely family of three sitting around him. And so far, because of their extraordinary kindness and his several helpings of food, it seemed like it was going to work.Â
After a long while of jovial conversation and reminiscence of old high-school days, dinner started to wind down. Everyone had stuffed themselves until they were bloated beyond belief, but Nick was still far and away the champion of eating the most. When the group had finished eating, the loving husbands retreated to the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch tv, leaving Nick and Jason to do the dishes. Nick liked that about Jasonâs familyâeveryone pulled their weight equally and no one was treated like an unruly child. Before the night was even halfway over, the young predator promised that he would spend more time with Jason and his family.Â
As the pair washed the dishes with easy conversation flowing between them like water, Jason again brought up the topic of Nickâs stomach, something he seemed to be progressively more interested in as the friends became refamiliarized with each other.Â
âSo like, what would you do with an extra stomach?â Jason pondered, glancing down at his buddyâs swollen gut from all the meatloaf heâd inhaled.Â
This had already come after Nick had ducked and weaved through several other questions about his appetite, so he felt pressured to at least say something to keep the conversation alive. âIâd probably use it to eat more? What about you?â
âIâd probably post pictures of myself online after eating. You know people pay money to do that kind of thing? And they even meet up in person to feed each other. I could make a shit ton of money doing that.â
Nick swallowed his response, knowing that he had in fact done that before, except his payment was usually gulping the older man who fed him whole as a dessert.Â
As the two finished lining the plates and dishes on the drying rack, the buddies bounded up the stairs to hang out some more. Nick changed into his pajamasâjust an old pair of avengers sweatpants that he always thought made his butt look too big. An unforeseen problem, however, arose when his bulging stomach rose out from his torso like a blimp. He had no t-shirt to hide it, and it wasnât like he was ashamedâyou could still see his abs through his bloated tummy. Jasonâs taunts were the only thing he was worried about. Assuming heâd just have to grin and bear it, Nick walked back into Jason's room, belly round and offset by his defined v-line, which made the young body-builder drool.Â
âDamn bro, how far along are you? Whoâs the father? Do your parents know?â Jason poked fun at his friend, who, for what seemed like the millionth time that night, blushed in embarrassment.Â
However, to get back at his buddy for all of the school-ground torment he was subjecting him to, Nick approached Jason quickly where he sat on the bed, clapped him on the shoulders and let out a deafening,
Spittle coated Jasonâs shocked face like a sudden monsoon. Nick laughed at the sight and sat next to him, feeling his taut gut rest in his lap. After several seconds passed with Jason not saying anything, Nick looked over to see his buddy shifting his legs on the bed, making several suspicious movements as he pretended to wipe the stench and saliva off of his face. Nick couldâve sworn his prominent bulge had grown considerably, though he couldnât look without making it obvious.Â
âYou okay?â Nick asked, wondering if he should feel guilty.Â
Jason pursed his lips, sitting up and sitting back down briefly before twisting his hips around slightly. It was obvious he was hiding a boner. âYeah buddy, Iâm great!â
Nick didnât press the issue, opting to instead chill out with his buddy he hadnât seen for years. The two chatted about guys (sadly, there hadnât been much action for either of them), their old soccer memories, what they wanted to do in the future, the usual things. At one lull in the conversation, Jason reached over to show Nick his bodybuilding competitive photos, but he reached over in such a way that his hand rested on his hot, gurgling stomach for an uncomfortably long time. Jasonâs hand felt nice on his stomach, but Nick wanted to avoid anything that could lead to him proving his dadsâ suspicions about him. He tried shifting away, but Jasonâs hand stuck to the surface of his very noisy belly like glue.
âUhâBroââ Nick said, catching a belch in his throat because Jason was so close to him again.Â
âYeah man? Sorry, hold on, lemmeââ Jason moved his legs over, finally moving his hand from his friendâs gut; however, he now found himself straddling Nickâs belly with his thighs as he reached for some apparently very real trophy from a past competition. It was a little hard to focus with Jasonâs chubbed package directly in Nickâs face, but he stayed quiet. Jason squeezed Nickâs belly with his thighs softly, chuckling, âHoly shit, bro. This thingâs gurgling up a storm.â
Nick froze, realizing finally what was happening. He thought heâd be ready for it this time, as heâd had to go through this many times before. This was the issue that made his dads convinced he was a ruthless predatorâeveryone around him wanted to be his meal. His little brother, his old soccer team, all of the close family friendsâsomething about Nickâs disposition and charm made them all want to feed themselves to the insatiable 19-year-old. He didnât realize it at first because Jason hid it so well, but this fixation on his stomach and various comments heâs made throughout the night made Nick conclude that Jason was just like the rest. Just as Nick was about to push his prey-friend off of him, he was snapped back onto the bed, hands pinned by the wrists above his head. Before the cornered predator could speak, Jason dipped his thumb into Nickâs mouth. Fuck, Nick thoughts, his heart racing, he tastes so good. His stomach groaned an audible whine, and Jason grinded his now fully erect bulge against Nickâs tummy.Â
âYou know how long Iâve been wanting to do this?â Jason rumbled in a quiet, intense voice. Nick struggled against his grasp, but the years his friend had spent body-building was more than enough to overpower the not-nearly-as-bulky jock.Â
Nick wanted to answer, but he found his tongue involuntarily wrapped around Jasonâs digit, soaking it in saliva and trying to coax it down his throat. His friend tasted like sweet, warm bread. The taste was comforting and reminded Nick of childhood. His stomach called out, telling Jason everything he needed to know. He didnât want toâhe couldnâtâfight his natural predator urges with brute force, especially when he had a meal that was literally forcing himself into him; fortunately, Jason yanked his thumb out of Nickâs mouth with only a modicum of struggle, letting relief wash over his friend with temptation removed.Â
âRemember last year? During our final soccer tournament? I saw what you did to Kyle in the locker rooms when you thought no one was looking. It was brutal, watching you pin him down and slowly work your lips around his struggling body. I saw the way your throat bulged, then your stomach ballooning out to fit our friend in there. Did he taste good? I saw the way you moaned over him and belched up his jersey, Nick. God, what must have that felt like for him? As he slowly digested in your belly, all you did was rub over his quivering form and burp and jack off. Was he scared? Did it feel good? Did you feel guilty at all for trapping him in your gut?â
Jasonâs monologue was cut off by a loud noise that emanated from the belly under him. The muscular hunk grinded his hips against it, earning himself another burp. Nick was a little afraid; he was used to obsession over his stomach, but this was starting to get worryingly fanatic. Without skipping a beat, Jason pressed his erection harder into Nickâs bloated tummy. He continued, âEver since then, this is all I could think about. You look like you need something big to fill you up. Please, Nick, eat me.â
Nick was in a stunned silence. His mouth hung agape, unable to form words in the midst of Jasonâs insanity. What he was doing felt good, but he didnât want to admit that. Trying to get the wherewithal to form coherent words, Nick took a deep inhale. Jason construed this as an invitation, so he plunged his head into his best friendâs gaping maw. Nick almost choked him up instantly. The noise of Nick engulfing his buddyâs head was wet, slow, and deep. Since Jason was so much stronger than the young jock, Nick was unable to push him off. He resisted the insatiable urge to swallow for a few moments, but that was all for naught as Jason pushed himself deeper into Nickâs throat, bulging it out. The predator made a muffled moaning sound as his lips slid over his friend, jaw popped open for more of Jason to force himself in.
Instinctually, Nickâs hands found Jasonâs ass, giving it a squeeze without realizing it. Jason wriggled his hips, trying to force himself deeper into his friendâs belly. With a start, Nick comprehended Jason had let go of his wrists, no longer pinning him down, and the first thing he chose to do was squeeze his friendâs butt before helping him out. An extraordinarily weird feeling overwhelmed Nick and he froze for a minute. Jason, in the meanwhile, had managed to shove both of his arms down his friendâs gullet and pull himself deeper into the jockâs now ballooning stomach which boasted to be the same size as a beach ball.
Inside the manâs digestive system, Jason had his head squeezed through Nickâs needy stomach valve. It massaged and tenderized his flesh as he was pushed through. Even if Nickâs mind didnât want this to happen, his body did. The wet, stomach noises echoed around him as Nickâs heartbeat echoed inside the belly. Jason managed to get his hands around Nickâs stomach ring and widen it, pushing up and getting a huge amount of his body into his friendâs immense gut.Â
On the outside, the predatorâs eyes widened as Jason quickly disappeared down his outstretched maw without so much as a swallow. The euphoric feeling of a growing belly distracted him momentarily, letting his peristalsis kick in, slobbering over and gulping down Jasonâs plump ass quickly. The ridges of his friendâs muscles were easy to feel out in his throat, and though Nick wouldâve said he hated this, his immense cock was leaking with buckets of pre. Whilst he was always happy for willing meals from anyone, Jason was a rare case of a bigger guy wanting to be prey. As the contraction of his throat beckoned more of the beefy man into his belly, Nick started rubbing over his massive meal, moaning with a mouth full of it. Jason was squirming around in there like crazy, causing the smaller man to twitch and spasm in sheer pleasure. Unable to hold himself back anymore from the floodgates of heaven, Nick willingly gulped, nibbling over Jasonâs tree-trunk thighs, feeling them both get funneled down his gullet easily. The bulge in his throat and chest looked beautiful, Nick thought.
Upon feeling his buddy gulp him, Jason tried finding a comfortable position in Nickâs stomach, but he found it to be rather difficult. Nickâs belly massaged him on all sides, feeling upsettingly cramped for how much bigger Jason knew it could stretch. The smell was horrible, too. He thought the stench of chewed up meatloaf wouldâve been relatively inoffensive, but an acrid odor scraped his nostrils from any pleasure in the sweltering belly. That was another thing Jason feltâthe heat. As soon as Nick gulped the rest of him down (thankfully, Nick had now transitioned into fully wanting his beefy friend filling up his gut), Jason stripped from his clothesâa task of great difficulty because of the constriction of movements. The walls were wet like a soggy blanket, and the sound of Nick's heartbeat was almost deafening. The gurgles his belly echoed around him sounded much more sinister, Jason thought. Pushing against his broâs gut, a slow realization befell the body-building 20-year-old. He didnât want to be in here.Â
Admiring his new and engorged gut, Nick gulped down a bunch of air to make the behemoth belly appear even larger. Feeling his muscular friend squirm around as a willing prey made the teen feel drunk on pleasure, and he bucked his hips in sexual want. âAhhâUUURRRPP,â the pred let out a small burp whilst feeling his sensitive belly, âyou feel so good in there, Jace. My bellyâs reallyâRRRRPPPPPPâappreciative.â Lying back on the bed that belonged to his now-digesting friend, Nick heard a muffled voice coming from his stomach.Â
Shouting with all his might over the gurgling churns, Jason screamed at his friend: âI changed my mind! Let me out!â
Nick heard his buddy, but he feigned ignorance. With how good he felt, Jason wasnât going to come back out. A couple soft pats was all Nick did to answer his friend-turned food. His blistering and uncaring stomach walls pressed down on Jason cruelly, making several cacophonous squelches. His stomach jostled languidly, as Jason was truly unable to find much liberation in the groaning tank.Â
Touseling his brown hair, Nick hefted himself up from the bed, hearing his buddy whine as he got bullied and tumbled inside his bodyâs belch-maker. Waddling over to a large mirror Jason most likely used to practice his posing, Nick hit a front-double bicep, looking at his respectable physique admirably. Jason was going to help him build more muscle than he had in years. The roundness offset by his gut was a glorious and unlikely harmony between hunger and discipline. Nick clutched his stomach and bounced it up and down, shaking Jason up in there in a taunt.Â
The preyâs wife-lover and boxers flew out of his mouth and hit the wall with a splat. They slowly inched down the wall, peeling off eventually and landing in the corner of the room sadly. A chuckle erupted from the pred, realizing that yet again, he was going to prove his dads right; however, he was way too satisfied to care. Smacking his lips and reliving the flavor of Jason that played on his tongue, the young jock realized how thirsty he had gotten. Since swallowing Jason was the prey equivalent of two-dozen dry scoops of protein powder, the predator found himself immensely parched. Looking down, Nick knew that he wouldnât be able to hide his gut from Jasonâs dads. Still, his belly gets what his belly wants.Â
Each creeping step down the stairs felt like a gunshot going off. With the extra weight of Jason (and his constant cries for help and for Nick to let him out), the journey to the kitchen was loud and excruciatingly slow. In order to reach the fridge, stocked with milk and water and soda, Nick had to pass through the living room, where he could make out both of Jasonâs dads cuddled up together on the couch. They seemed to be asleep, but he still wanted to be as silent as he could so as to not confront them with their son-filled belly. Picking up the heft of his stomach, Nick moved forward, inch by inch.
Three times did the pred swallow back down a meaty belch, giving him a deeply uncomfortable feeling in his gut. This, coupled with the constant squirming Jason was doing was definitely going to give him a belly-ache. Still, the greedy gullet of Nick had to be satiated. Eventually, his feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen and neither of Jasonâs parents had gotten up, though one of them stirred slightly.
Waddling over to the fridge, the teen opened it slowly and pulled out a gallon of milk. Throwing the blue cap the wayside, Nick began to chug with one hand on his belly, feeling Jason moan in agony at the torment. Inside his belly, the cold, white liquid splashed over the muscular hunk, making him shiver in the face of the volcanic belly chamber. The entire gallon was emptied in mere moments, sitting heavy in his gut. A small burp flew out into Nickâs fist, though it didnât relieve the building pressure in his chest. Reaching for a half-gallon of orange juice, Nick froze as he felt a warm pair of hands grasp his hips tightly.
âI didnât think our boy would actually go through with it,â Mr. Donovan said in his sultry, baritone voice. âHeâs been talking about it for years, but to see him curled up in your tank, Nick, well. It makes a daddy proud.â
He thought he had been silentâor quiet at leastâwhen crossing the living room. It seemed like one of Jasonâs dads was a light sleeper. Something is his belly shifted as Nick turned his head slowly. Jasonâs pops, still in his sweaty tank top from his earlier workout, was rubbing slow circles around Nickâs ass. Regardless of Nickâs wants, it seemed like Mr. Donovan was going to have his way with Nick.Â
The fathers lengthening shaft peeked through his waistband, seeking attention from Nickâs hole. With a smile, Mr. Donovan pulled Nickâs pants down, revealing his pale, bubbly ass. His tight cheeks were muscular, and his tight, pink hole yawned with anxiety. Something gurgled in the predâs belly and Mr. Donovan pushed his hips forward with his fully erect cock. Nick was excellent at taking things up his ass, but his friend's dad was massive.Â
âMr. Donovan, Iââ
âShhh, Nick. We donât wanna wake up my husband, do we?â A hand clasped itself over Nickâs mouth, sealing in his belches and words oppressively. His barrel chest rose and fell slowly as he let his sonâs friend get adjusted to his girth. Pushing in several more inches without lube, Nick tried to protest, but Mr. Donovan was bigger than Jason, and he couldnât fight off that guy, so there was no hope here that Nick could dismount himself from the girthy shaft.Â
Nick tried to reach for something to hold on to as the dick continued splitting him apart. He was at the complete mercy of his preyâs father. Just as he was about to try and bite Mr. Donovanâs fingers to get off of him, the young predator melted into a moan. In his right pink hole, Mr. Donovan had discovered Nickâs prostate.Â
âThere you go, sweetheart. Just focus on the pleasure of my son and my cock in here.â Despite his attempt at perhaps comforting words, Nick still couldnât leave the situation if he wanted to. Sweat started to form at his brow as Mr. Donovan bottomed out. If he had his abs like normal, he definitely wouldâve seen the bulge of Mr. Donovanâs tip in his stomach.Â
âFuck, Nick,â the bigger man moaned, âyouâre so tight around me.â Mr. Donovanâs cock was wrapped around hermetically, and the farmer felt his shaft throb at the tight enclosure. Nick wiggled his hips, inadvertently adding a low groan of pleasure to the chorus of stomach gurgling. After several long, excruciating moments, Mr. Donovan pulled out, making the predator, ironically, feel very empty. When the father plunged himself back in, Nick shuddered at the feeling and conflicted tears welled up in his eyes.Â
Mr. Donovan, with the hand that wasnât restraining Nickâs mouth, reached forwards and rubbed his son-squirming belly. The flesh was hot with all of the movement. It was taut and bulging every so often with all of Jasonâs movement. Mr. Donovan was a very proud father, and he let his pride be known by gyrating his hips, forcing his horse cock in and out of Nickâs hole with a pace akin to an eager stallion. Every time Jasonâs father thrust inward, Nick was shifted forward slightly, and he was pulled back every time Mr. Donovan pulled out. Heâd never have expected Jasonâs dad to do something like this, and though he hated to admit it, Mr. Donovan was insanely hot.Â
As the pace slowly grew to a light jog, Nick felt his diaphragm relax for a moan as his prostate was massaged, but he slipped up a little too far, belching right into Mr. Donovanâs clamped hand. Upon hearing and feeling the burp, the dad exponentially increased his pace, slamming himself deep into Nick then pulling out his foot-long cock at an inhuman speed. âFuck, buddy. Youâre digesting my son? Youâre making daddy proud in there, Jace, Iâll meet you soon, buddy,â he said with a pat to the gut.Â
Jason had mentioned a âweâ earlier. He didnât think this would be how it would work out, but Mr. Donovan gave it away quite willingly. Both Jason and his dad intended to be Nickâs willing meals.Â
Though slight, Mr. Donovanâs cock grew larger, swelling up in anticipation for a hit load to spread around Nickâs insides. Nick pushed his ass back against Jasonâs dad as his thrusts grew more frenetic and primal. Eventually, heavy breathing turned to moans, which shifted to obscenities. With a heavy grunt, Mr. Donovan unleashed a torrent of cum inside his sonâs buddy, painting his bottom in his thick, white, seed. Nick felt the cum warm him as the cock drew out from his now loosened hole. Still reeling from pleasure, Nick felt almost overstimulated from lust as Mr. D kneeled down in front of Nickâs ass and began eating him out, lapping up at the cum spilling out of his hole. Lost in wanting more, Nick reached around and pushed Mr. Donovanâs head closer to his ass.Â
A small pop was heard and a jolt of pleasure coursed through Nickâs body like a lightning bolt. Without looking, he knew that he had accidentally pushed Jasonâs dad up his ass. His tight sphincter muscles twitched, pulling the huge man deeper up his bowels instinctually. Though Mr. Donovanâs hand was no longer shutting his mouth, Nick replaced it with his own hand to stifle his cries of euphoria.Â
Fuck, Nick repeated in his head, feeling the older man travel up his intestines slowly as he clenched and relaxed cyclically, pulling more and more of Jasonâs daddy between his bubbly cheeks. The older man seemed to enjoy the feeling, just like Jason had. He could feel what he believed was Mr. Donovan licking his cum-coated insides as Nick wrenched him deeper and deeper into his bowels. Panting heavily yet still desperately clenching his ass to bring more of the dad up his hungry bottom, Nick clutched his Jason-filled belly, thanking his struggling friend for being so good to him.Â
Mr. Donovan was in total darkness. He could feel and taste his own cum as it lubricated his travel into his sonâs friend's bubble butt, and he could hear Jason shouting and the stomach gurgling, and the scent was a somewhat unpleasant musk that smelled like Nick without showering for months. The dad was in heaven. He wriggled forward, trying to get deeper into the predatorâs rectum. The walls possessively clung to Mr. Donovan as Nick tried to slurp up his meal at his own pace. However, Mr. Donovan was a strong man, strong enough to barrel past Nickâs walls that tried slowing him down.Â
Nick practically screamed a moan as Mr. Donovan fed himself faster than any prey heâs ever taken up his ass before. Feeling the manâs legs slowly begin to get slurped up, a new mass of human began pouring into Nickâs belly, this time from the other end. He could hear muffled shouts and felt a massive amount of squirms from Jason as his father joined him eagerly in his stomach chamber. All this movement was really riling up the teen predator, and he had a terrible gut feeling that this father-son duo was going to give him indigestion. The laborious process of clench and relax continued as Nick allowed his body to swallow Mr. Donovan up his rear end. It was almost like magicâwatching the thick, beefy legs disappear and shrink slowly up as Nickâs belly grew even larger and more round. The jock had to back away from the fridge because his stomach began pushing against the doors too heavily and he worried they would snap. Several deep grimaces etched into the anal-predatorâs face as he tried everything he could to finish off Mr. Donovan, but the dilf seemed to like going at his own pace. A needy hand rubbed the growing belly as Jason and his pops began reuniting fully. Jason still was struggling and trying to get out, but his dad knew full well the consequences of his and his boys actions, so he tried to restrain his son to help Nick along.Â
Inch by inch, Mr. Donovan slowly disappeared behind Nickâs muscular and bubbly cheeks, with his feet now being the only thing exposed to cold, open air. With a grunt, Nick clenched hard, feeling them slide up his ass, fully trapping Mr. Donovan in his glutes as he paraded up his intestines into his stomach, now much larger with two people squirming away inside. The predator stood still for a while, still bent over in the position he had strained to suck up Mr. Donovan in. He rubbed his hands gently over his sore and abused ass, still leaking partially with cum.Â
âFuck, Mr Donovan,â Nick panted, still clenching his ass with a mixture of habit and reflex now. âJustâŠfuck.â
His eyes scanned his jostling gut, trying to decipher what was going on in there. The two guys were moving around with purpose, gurgling up a storm in his belly. Nick clenched his jaw and felt for a moment as if he was going to pass out. Looking back at the fridge and kitchen walls, he realized that he had inadvertently sprayed a thick load all over the kitchen, coating almost everything in a layer of musky cum. The pred chuckled as he looked at the dishes on the drying rack that Jason and he had just cleaned moments earlier. A viscous, heavy load dripped down them with a relaxed gait. Looking around, the predator's cock twitched. Nick reached around his gut and only barely reached it, tugging on it several times. His ass and stomach were nice and full, but his cock was unfortunately empty, freshly depleted of a heavy load. Feeling his erection twitch hard and begin growing, Nick knew the perfect remedy to fulfill his last need.Â
By the time Nick had waltzed into the living room, his shaft had already grown to at least six feet long, oozing cum like a poisonous fountain. The other Mr. Donovanâs sleeping figure was snoring peacefully, illuminated gently in the blue-light of the tv glow. Nick braced his belly and angled himself closer, blocking out any light onto his prey. He bit his lip for a moment in hesitation; somehow, this always ended up happening: Nick gets a taste and goes overboard. Still, though, his cock needed to be fed.Â
Without much ceremony, the teenâs immense mushroom head found Mr. Donovanâs head and slurped it up eagerly. Nick moaned and faltered into his gurgling gut, filled with the rest of the Donovan family tree. Thick, transparent globs of precum cascaded down the sleeping manâs torso as it lubricated his body for getting devoured. Though the pred had done this dozens of times, the pleasure never got old. Flexing his cock, it slurped up the manâs shoulders and chest, waking him up in a panic. Mr. Donovan couldnât breathe easily, and the darkness around him was disturbing. Unable to make sense of what was going around him, he squirmed upward, inadvertently feeding himself to the enormous penis slurping him down greedily.Â
The teen let out a high pitched squeak as he watched his friendâs (at this point, Nick considered Jason to have been promoted to âbest friendâ) dad squirm up his shaft without even having to do anything. Nick bucked his hips and resisted the temptation to ejaculate, which would have the unwanted side-effect of letting his prey escape. The bulge in his dick squirmed closer and closer to his balls, pushing on his tract and stimulating what felt like every pleasurable nerve in the predâs body. After several over-stimulating minutes, the other Mr. Donovan had found himself covered in a thick, white substance, coating him oppressively. The smell and taste were recognized by him, but he couldnât figure out what was happening. Nickâs balls tightened around its prey, slowly basting the man in his baby-batter until it would erode him down into more of its own. The soccer player's erect shaft was still twitching at an enormous, inhuman length, and Nick tried touching it softly to ease the pressure he felt everywhere in his body.Â
Trying to regain composure, the young jock took tepid, careful steps to turn around and position himself on the couch, belly spread out in front of him and balls massaging his prey as they drooped to the floor. Nick fanned his legs, feeling all three prey inside of him squirm and put up their various battles against his body. Realizing he no longer had to play a game of stealth, Nick released the pressure that had been begging him to leave since Jason.Â
Mr. Donovanâs wife-lover flew out of the predâs throat and stuck to the opposite wall, plastered among the various family photos the Donovanâs had built up over the years. Nick patted his gut with pride, very pleased that he had gotten all three of his meals, somewhat willinglyâheâd like to think that Mr. Donovan was pushing himself up his shaft.Â
The bloated pred sighed and continued erupting enormous belches, peppered in with emissions of precum and rancid farts here and there. He realized he had broken one of his fathersâ three rules, but again, thereâs a difference between eating and being fed. Nick rationalized it in his head like he did the surprising majority of his other preyâthey wanted this. As the moon rose higher and Nick grew more tired, he spread himself out on the large couch belly up, letting his enormous balls and dick rest over his legs. In utter bliss, the jock was lulled to sleep by the sounds of digestion.Â
Afternoon sun filled the living room as his phoneâs buzzer was prompting him to get up. His hands instinctively found his phone, and he opened FaceTime without thinking.Â
âHey Nicky, we just landed and checked into the hotel room, so we wanted to tell you we loved you and hope youâre settling in just fine!â
âHey dadâUURRKâoh, sorry. Yeah Iâm doing great,â Nick had to swallow back down a skull that wanted to come back up.Â
âHowâs Jason and his dads? They still like how you remember âem?â
Nick patted his belly off camera and smiled with fake child-like innocence, âEven betterâŠ!âŠbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppp.â
Before Nick could hold himself back, he belched up two skulls right in front of his fathers. They came out slow and exaggerated, their acid-bleached white revealing his disobedience and greed instantaneously. The son grimaced like a guilty cat, knowing he was about to get chewed out by his parents.Â
âNick?â
âYeah, dad?â
âDid anything exciting happen last night?â His tone was dull, yet it pierced the pred like a knife.Â
âYeah, dad.â
âCare to show us?â
Nick guiltily flipped the camera around to both of the slightly oxidized skulls covered in digestive juices. They lay side by side on the carpet, gleaming with a saliva-sheen. After a moment of silence, his morning wood added insult to injury. His throbbing cock, trying to lubricate itself with pre, forced up a huge glob of cum right next to the skulls, and with it, a half-melted skull covered in cum was added to the collection. He heard his predator father whistle through the screens as his sins were laid bare. Nick felt guilty and patted his extraordinarily bloated stomach.Â
âIt hasnât even been 24 hours, Nicholas, and youâve already eaten all of themââ
âThey wanted it! Jason and his dad fed themselves to me! Honestlyâ!â
âYouâre an exceptional pred, son, but sometimes itâs better to keep your greed in checkââ
âDonât encourage him!â
The conversation blew up into all three arguing with each other, none of them seeing fully eye to eye with another. Rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, Nick yelled over his dads a hasty âgoodbye!â and hung up, hoping theyâd leave him alone. The teen, officially, had the house all to himself. Armed with a $20 for a pizza guy and the figurative bandage ripped off from enduring his fathersâ scoldings, Nick intended to use every single day of this vacation to feed himself to the max.Â
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