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. Burt’s 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 ballsack…
The ballsack was pure MAN. Two testosterone-filled testicles had flopped out inside a truly massive scrotum currently hanging down to Burt’s 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 twink’s nostrils flaring it was obvious that Burt’s package had to be giving off a powerful, manly musk.
The porn scenario was that “Professor” 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 Burt’s 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 they’d come off it’d 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 pornstar’s 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 twink’s 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 “Professor Burt, I’m worried I will fail your Biology Class!”): “Professor Burt, what are you doing? Weren’t we going to fuck?” In that same bass voice that made viewers’ balls tingle, Burt Big-Ball’s replied: “Actually, 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!” The twink’s “Oh… fuck…” 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 “Burt Big-Balls” 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 he’d 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 “in-style” 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 Max’s favorite scenes. The churn-enthusiast repeated Burt’s lines by heart as they were voiced on screen, edging himself as he watched the twink’s outline make the switch from acted struggles to panicked flails.
“That’s right, boy, struggle for me.”
“Fuck, how’s it feel being trapped in my Big Balls?”
“I can feel you getting squishier in there.”
“Won’t be long before you’re just another load of spunked-student!”
“FUCK, I’M SNUFFING YOU OUT WITH MY BIG BALLS!”
Max managed to hold back until Burt’s load blasted out and white-washed the walls of the set. His own load was miniscule compared to the gallons coming out of his obsession’s cock. And Max WAS obsessed. At 29 years old, Max was well used to getting his way. He’d 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 didn’t. So when he had worked his way through Burt Big-Ball’s filmography and realized there were no more videos to consume, he found himself frustrated in a new way. But Max wasn’t one to just sit with frustrations like that…
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 man’s eyes. The older man groaned internally as he realized it was another star-struck fan of “Burt”. He had to repeat himself twice before the guy snapped out of his daze.
“Wha… what?” asked Max, shaking his head.
“I said, can I help you with something?” repeated Robert, getting annoyed.
“YES! 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?”
Robert was surprised that someone who couldn’t 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 man’s 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 couldn’t help a small smile as he shut off the tv and allowed Max to ogle the hot DILF bod.
Robert’s 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 “Fit as Fuck” (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 “eyes up here” gesture. Max had the decency to blush at being caught staring, but boldly launched directly into his pitch.
“So, Robert… (Can I call you Burt? No?), I recently acquired ChurnEmUp studios as an investment. As you may have guessed, I’m quite a fan of your work, and I certainly wasn’t the only one! Before I go further, may I ask why you left?”
Maybe it was the flattery and lustful staring, but Robert found he didn’t mind explaining. “Back 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 wife’s salary could provide. We’d always been pretty kinky swingers, and she’s the one that actually suggested vornos as a way to make some spending money.” Robert got a fond, faraway look in his eyes as he spoke about his wife Lila. “Neither 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!”
Robert got a bit misty-eyed talking about how he’d lost his wife. “Suddenly 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 didn’t want to be in that field anymore. A Pred buddy who’d 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 wasn’t quite as good, but that plus the residuals let me get back on my feet while I found something more long-term.”
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.
“Are these your sons?” asked Max.
“Yup. That tall one with the blond curls is Bobby; refuses to go by Junior. He’s in his Sophomore year at State. And the smaller one is Jamie. Still in High School, but he’s sharp as a whip!”
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… he’d need a big draw.
Robert could already see where this was going. “Let me guess, you want me to come out of retirement for a special one-time only show?"
“I mean it wouldn’t have to be one-time only, that’d depend on you, but it would DEFINITELY be special!”
Max went on to elaborate how he’d 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 wasn’t 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, “Burt” 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 he’d 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 “Consensual Non-Consent” 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, Burt’s ‘husband’ entered the scene wishing him a happy birthday. Burt hid a smirk; he’d 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 hadn’t 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 “surprise”, 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 couldn’t see was the posterboard of text being shown to the camera:
“BURT DOESN’T KNOW IT, BUT HIS HUSBAND WILL BE FEEDING HIM HIS OWN SON!”
Nearly all of the viewers and crewmembers assumed this was a porn thing. After all, it’s 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 Burt’s actual son, Bobby. Max couldn’t have said WHY it had to be Burt’s own son, but something about it just felt right for the star’s return to vorno. They’d tracked down Bobby’s 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 prey’s muffled shouts, he didn’t show it; he just made his trademark smirk while telling Max that his surprise sounded like a real struggler. Max agreed while forcing Bobby’s head into the wrinkled skin of the nutsack he’d come from. With his mouth gagged, Bobby couldn’t 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.
“Fuck yeah, rub his face into my hungry sack.”
“Show that preyboy where he’s going to be churned up into daddy’s next load.”
“Yeah, keep inhaling my musk, kid.”
“My Big Balls are going to love breaking you down.”
“Alright, time to put that prey where he belongs.”
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 jock’s feet into the gasping urethra. Even the PA was surprised at how greedily the killer cock took in its prey as it slurped up Bobby’s thighs in just one “swallow”. Max hurried to replace the PA in supporting the sluggish youth’s 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 men’s torsos leaking an unending stream of precum onto the floor. The DILF’s son, shaking off his stupor and struggling again, was being fed to that hungry cock by the DILF’s happy husband.
Burt’s was having sensory overload. Feeling “unwilling” prey squirming its way down his shaft again made him realize just how much he’d 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 ‘Stop!’ ‘Dad!’ and ‘It’s me!’, and mentally applauded his young co-star even as the lad’s waist slipped into the slick, tight shaft of his cock.
The real surprise was that as he felt the lad’s 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 wasn’t unheard of in the vorno world, but it’d 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 wasn’t playacting… he was really dominating and overpowering a weaker man, and soon he was going to snuff the man’s 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 Bobby’s weight. At this point all that remained was the boy’s 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 “Say goodbye, boy”, and slurped his son’s 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 Burt’s sack. A few hundred viewers shot their loads early the first time Burt clenched his Big Balls hard, fully outlining Bobby’s 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 Burt’s blindfold, whispering “Happy Birthday, stud. You have a call on speaker…” as the DILF groaned out in ecstasy. Burt hadn’t felt this incredible buzz in a decade, and it was blowing his mind. He looked at Max, uncomprehending, until Max mouthed “Fans!” 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 they’d paid for. He turned on the charm and made sure his voice had the deep, basso rumble.
“This is Burt.”
“Oh… ohmygodohmygod it’s YOU! I’m a huge huge huge fan! For YEARS!”
“Glad to hear it, son. How’ve you liked the show so far?”
“AMAZING. I can’t believe we’re really seeing you again! You’re even sexier than before!”
“Ha, thank you boy. Time’s almost up, anything I can do for you?”
“Oh god, um… uh… can you clench your Big Balls again and say ‘this will be you someday Tanner’?
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.
“This is Burt.”
“Hi Burt, long-time fan, first time caller! I’m Ralph, just starting as a cockpred; what’d it feel like taking that blondie in? Do different prey feel different going down? Do you prefer willing or struggling?”
He had to chuckle at the fan trying to get all his questions in at once before time ran out. Burt hadn’t known his prey was blond; young blond men were his cockfood of choice, though he couldn’t say why.
“Hey there Ralph, congrats on starting an amazing journey. The blondie felt amazing. I’m 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.”
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 dad’s 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 caller’s voice as that of his friend and former boss, the one who’d helped him leave the industry in the first place. He only had two questions.
“Hey Burt, it’s Don Deadlydick here. I can’t 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.”
“Wow, 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.”
“Good to hear man! Those sexy nuts deserve to feast! And how does it feel to be melting your boy Bobby into jizz? Fuck, that’s so fucking hot!”
Burt and Max both froze, staring at each other. Burt’s 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… Bobby’s 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.
“DAD!!! IT’S ME!!! YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE IN HERE!!! PLEASE!!!”
The voice had been muffled by the cummy walls of his scrotum, but Burt still recognized his son’s 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. He’d been good for so fucking long, didn’t he deserve something just for him? Wasn’t there some deep meaning to melting his son back into cum? Didn’t 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.
“That’s it, son, struggle against Daddy Burt’s Big Balls.”
“Fuuuuuuck, it felt so good putting you back where you came from!”
“Go on, boy, keep fighting, you’re not going anywhere until I shoot you out as jizz.”
“That’s right Bobby, your dad is going to snuff you out with his nasty nuts. I’m not going to save you. I want you to suffer in there.”
“It’s so hot seeing your screaming face pushing out the skin. Keep screaming as you churn, son.”
“You’re getting softer and softer, kid. Is that your elbow? I bet if I squeeze just a bit more… [*splursh*] Fuck yeah, you’re breaking apart in there!”
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).
“That’s 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, Bobby’s 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 jug’s 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 Burt’s Big Balls. He realized the danger of his position, and looked up to see the DILF glaring down at him…
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 boyfriend’s 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.
“Hey,” he said. He smirked. “Always figured my cocksnot brother would bring home a real cutie one day. It’s why I let him stick around for so long. But now he’s done what I wanted.” He lifted his shirt and let his massive dong flop out. “I’ve got two options for ya. Either you decide to mine or you get to be his. Choose me, and I’ll blast his remains up that tight ass of yours. Choose him, and you’ll get to journey down this dick and melt into splooge just like him. See, I’m going to miss him. But if he’s all mixed up with you, then I wouldn’t mind churning you two together and having a son. Would probably wind up giving him the same choice when he finishes college. So, what’ll it be? You want this cock or do you want in it?”
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 ;)!
“Do you think it could handle any more…?” 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 didn’t 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.
“Dude…you’ve come so far,” Drew breathed, awestruck. “How could you stop now? The fridge is almost empty, and it’s all in here.” Drew braced Leo’s belly a little too hard, causing the bloated man to gasp in pain at the sensitive, taut skin.
“Ah—hic—Fuck… You can’t do that. It hurts too much.” Leo’s piercing eyes found Drew’s, 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 “pretty strong shit,” 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. It’s 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, Leo’s 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 wasn’t eating enough. So, after eleven brownies found their way packed tightly behind Leo’s abs, the marijuana started seeping into the dude’s 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 Leo’s desperate throat, bulging out his belly enormously. His buddy worshiped at the altar of Leo’s 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 Leo’s 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.
“Bro, it’s not gonna fit. I’m way too full.”
“C’mon, bro. I know it can handle more. I’ve seen you eat more when you were sober!”
“No way. Not gonna happen, I—” Leo was cut off as Drew forced the end of the funnel between his best friend’s lips.
Immediately, the cold liquid cascaded down Leo’s 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 Leo’s mouth, he would keep gulping until he got it all the way down. So, as the beer stretched the man’s 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
“Oh–Fuck—Holy shit, I—OOOUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!” The greedy man clutched his stomach as if it were about to burst.
“Okay, buddy, let’s get you to the couch.”
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 Leo’s state, cupping the underside of his obscene gut to help shoulder the burden. It wasn’t often Leo went all out like this, so every time it did happen, Drew made sure it was a special occasion.
“Hey bro, I’ll be right back. You just lay there for a bit and rest up, okay? Just hold on for a second for me.”
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 horses’, Drew slipped out the front door. His destination wasn’t far—only 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 Drew’s 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. Drew’s heart raced with excitement when his eyes widened at his monster cock.
“D-Drew?”
“Luigi, buddy! How’s it going?” 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 Leo’s belly bigger.
Twisting his hips around, Drew lined up his cock head with Luigi’s 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.
“What’re you doing?!” Luigi shrieked, trying to push Drew’s mushroom head down as it enveloped his waist.
“Come on, buddy. Just let me do my thing, okay? You’ll be fine. I won’t digest you.”
“Digest me? What the hell are you talking about?”
In lieu of an answer, Drew tensed his dick, slurping up his poor friend up to his chest. The predator’s hands roamed over the upper half of his thick shaft as he felt with pleasure Luigi’s feet start emptying out into his ballsack. At this point, Drew’s 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.
Drew’s 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 Drew’s hungry cock, making it harder than a diamond. Cooing to his member, Drew said, “There you go, big guy. Feels good, huh?”
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 horses’. 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.
“Hey bro, how’re you doing?”
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 friend’s 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.
“I brought you some water. Think you can fit anymore in that gut?”
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 Leo’s lips and pushed his tip in, stretching his friend’s 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 Drew’s cock with fervor, trying to hydrate himself with the water he thought his friend was providing.
“Fuck…. There you go. Just keep sucking. You’re such a good boy.”
Leo didn’t even hear Drew, as his entire attention was laser-focused on sucking Drew’s fat cock. Using his tongue, Leo choked down more of Drew’s 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 Leo’s throat. His greedy, crossed friend gulped, hard, feeling the immense mass propel down his throat so far that gagging wasn’t even an option. Leo choked for a moment before coaxing whatever was in his mouth deeper into his gut, as he realized he couldn’t 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 Leo’s hand found Drew’s 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 Drew’s 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 didn’t even know that he could do this, but Drew loved it.
Leo continued sucking hard as Drew’s cock finally shot out its last few ribbons of baby-batter. He patted Leo’s 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 Drew’s cock) with a much quicker pace. Right now, Leo didn’t 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 Leo’s 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 Drew’s delight. With a contented sigh, Drew embraced his friend and let the sounds of digestion lull him to sleep.
“Okay,” Nick’s father looked at his son from the front seat of the car. “Tell me the rules again so I know you know them.”
A grimace formed on the young man’s 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: “Don’t drink, don’t do drugs, be polite, say excuse me, remember that I’m a guest—”
“And…?” His father cut in, eyebrows raised in expectation.
“And don’t eat them. But Dad, I—”
“Nuh uh, I don’t wanna hear it. The Mullners were close friends to your dad and I, and so were the Colemans—”
“And I was going to eat the Wards myself, but you beat me to it,” Nick’s 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.
A pursed smile etched into Nick’s face as he failed once again to explain that he hadn’t meant to eat any of them—they all just ended up getting digested one way or another by him. His father in the driver's seat—-the one in which he had inherited his pred gene from—chalked 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 Nick’s 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 Jason’s farm house. Jason was one of Nick’s closer friends, and they were on the soccer team together back in high school. While they hadn’t talked much since last summer, they were still on good terms, and this would be a nice opportunity to deepen their friendship since Nick wasn’t 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 “dessert,” he joked), and they hastily sped off to enjoy their trip to Aruba. The young man sighed again—his 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 isn’t the gluttonous pred that they’ve 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 family—which he didn’t—then not a soul would know about it until his parents came to pick him up. Nick thought about that for quite some time—long enough that he didn’t notice Jason come out of the house and approach him from behind.
“Hey, welcome back, weirdo. What’re you standing around for?”
Nick turned around with shock in his eyes. He had gotten way too lost in that daydream. “Oh! Jason! Hey man,” he leaned in for a bro-hug. “Sorry, just, uh,” Nick tried to think of an excuse whilst talking over his growling stomach, “just pissed that I don’t get to go to fucking Aruba with my dads.”
“So valid, man, but hey, the lake’s still out back. Remember when we used to go skinny dipping with the team?” Jason smirked.
“Hah! Yeah! Who was it that always complained about it being too cold?”
The two paused for a moment as if to think, but in unison, they exchanged a knowing look and said “Kyle.”
“Anyways, come on in. My pops is cooking dinner, and it should be ready soon. You hungry?”
“Always.”
Jason led his old friend into the house and motioned him up the stairs to his room. The two chatted, catching up on what they’ve 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.
“What’s up bro? Notice something new?” Jason bounced his pecs with a jocular grin, showing off his new muscles through his tanktop like a vintage car show.
“Yeah, you just used to be such a scrawny guy! What happened?” Nick joked back, trying to change the topic subtly.
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to be more like you?” Jason looked earnest—eager to please, almost. Nick was taken aback for a moment because, while he did have some lean muscle, he wasn’t built nearly as bulky as Jason had gotten. Just when he was about to respond, Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, “Dude, I’m joking. I know it's been a while, but ease up, will ya?”
The predator silently cursed himself for acting like such a social dunce with his old friend. Nick himself wasn’t even interested—wasn’t even that interested—in having Jason for dinner. It was just his fathers’ 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, “Bruh, sorry. I forget your humor sometimes.”
The two continue bantering for a few minutes as Nick unrolls his sleeping bag and examines the new decorations around Jason’s room—a 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, Jason’s dad calls out from downstairs: “Kids! Dinner’s ready!”
“Dad made your favorite ‘cause he knew you’d be coming over. You still love his meatloaf, right?”
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, Jason’s father turned around with a pan of meatloaf steaming from the oven. Nick and Jason’s stomachs growled in unison.
“There’s my boys! Good to see you Nick! How’ve you been? Jason’s been talking about you coming over for weeks,” he smirked at his kid, who shot him an icy glare at spilling his eagerness.
“I’m great Mr. Donovan! Thank you for having me over. I really appreciate it.”
The lines around his eyes crinkled from years of smiling. “No need to be so formal, son. You’re family here.”
A deep voice from behind made the two guys turn around, “Ah! There he is! Nick! Good to see you again, buddy! Hope these guys here haven’t caused you too much trouble,” 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.
“Ew, Dad! Shower after you workout. That’s gross.”
Upon closer inspection, Nick observed the veins in his arms were bulging, and his pecs looked pumped and juicy. It seems like Jason wasn’t 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.
“Come on boys, let’s eat!”
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 laughed—Jason even reached over to pat his bloated six-pack.
“God, kid. Even all these years later, you still can pack it away better than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“You should’ve seen him at the afterparties at our tournaments, dad,” Jason exclaimed with stars in his eyes, “Nick was able to eat anything and everything we gave him! This is nothing!”
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 wouldn’t 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.
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 Jason’s family—everyone 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.
As the pair washed the dishes with easy conversation flowing between them like water, Jason again brought up the topic of Nick’s stomach, something he seemed to be progressively more interested in as the friends became refamiliarized with each other.
“So like, what would you do with an extra stomach?” Jason pondered, glancing down at his buddy’s swollen gut from all the meatloaf he’d inhaled.
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. “I’d probably use it to eat more? What about you?”
“I’d 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.”
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.
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 pajamas—just 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 wasn’t like he was ashamed—you could still see his abs through his bloated tummy. Jason’s taunts were the only thing he was worried about. Assuming he’d 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.
“Damn bro, how far along are you? Who’s the father? Do your parents know?” Jason poked fun at his friend, who, for what seemed like the millionth time that night, blushed in embarrassment.
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 Jason’s 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 could’ve sworn his prominent bulge had grown considerably, though he couldn’t look without making it obvious.
“You okay?” Nick asked, wondering if he should feel guilty.
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. “Yeah buddy, I’m great!”
Nick didn’t press the issue, opting to instead chill out with his buddy he hadn’t seen for years. The two chatted about guys (sadly, there hadn’t 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. Jason’s hand felt nice on his stomach, but Nick wanted to avoid anything that could lead to him proving his dads’ suspicions about him. He tried shifting away, but Jason’s hand stuck to the surface of his very noisy belly like glue.
“Uh—Bro—” Nick said, catching a belch in his throat because Jason was so close to him again.
“Yeah man? Sorry, hold on, lemme—” Jason moved his legs over, finally moving his hand from his friend’s gut; however, he now found himself straddling Nick’s 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 Jason’s chubbed package directly in Nick’s face, but he stayed quiet. Jason squeezed Nick’s belly with his thighs softly, chuckling, “Holy shit, bro. This thing’s gurgling up a storm.”
Nick froze, realizing finally what was happening. He thought he’d be ready for it this time, as he’d had to go through this many times before. This was the issue that made his dads convinced he was a ruthless predator—everyone around him wanted to be his meal. His little brother, his old soccer team, all of the close family friends—something about Nick’s disposition and charm made them all want to feed themselves to the insatiable 19-year-old. He didn’t realize it at first because Jason hid it so well, but this fixation on his stomach and various comments he’s 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 Nick’s 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 Nick’s tummy.
“You know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” 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.
Nick wanted to answer, but he found his tongue involuntarily wrapped around Jason’s 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 didn’t want to—he couldn’t—fight 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 Nick’s mouth with only a modicum of struggle, letting relief wash over his friend with temptation removed.
“Remember 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?”
Jason’s 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 Nick’s bloated tummy. He continued, “Ever since then, this is all I could think about. You look like you need something big to fill you up. Please, Nick, eat me.”
Nick was in a stunned silence. His mouth hung agape, unable to form words in the midst of Jason’s insanity. What he was doing felt good, but he didn’t 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 friend’s gaping maw. Nick almost choked him up instantly. The noise of Nick engulfing his buddy’s 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 Nick’s 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, Nick’s hands found Jason’s ass, giving it a squeeze without realizing it. Jason wriggled his hips, trying to force himself deeper into his friend’s 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 friend’s 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 friend’s gullet and pull himself deeper into the jock’s now ballooning stomach which boasted to be the same size as a beach ball.
Inside the man’s digestive system, Jason had his head squeezed through Nick’s needy stomach valve. It massaged and tenderized his flesh as he was pushed through. Even if Nick’s mind didn’t want this to happen, his body did. The wet, stomach noises echoed around him as Nick’s heartbeat echoed inside the belly. Jason managed to get his hands around Nick’s stomach ring and widen it, pushing up and getting a huge amount of his body into his friend’s immense gut.
On the outside, the predator’s 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 Jason’s plump ass quickly. The ridges of his friend’s muscles were easy to feel out in his throat, and though Nick would’ve 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 Jason’s 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 Nick’s stomach, but he found it to be rather difficult. Nick’s 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 would’ve been relatively inoffensive, but an acrid odor scraped his nostrils from any pleasure in the sweltering belly. That was another thing Jason felt—the 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 clothes—a 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 bro’s gut, a slow realization befell the body-building 20-year-old. He didn’t want to be in here.
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. “Ahh—UUURRRPP,” the pred let out a small burp whilst feeling his sensitive belly, “you feel so good in there, Jace. My belly’s really—RRRRPPPPPP—appreciative.” Lying back on the bed that belonged to his now-digesting friend, Nick heard a muffled voice coming from his stomach.
Shouting with all his might over the gurgling churns, Jason screamed at his friend: “I changed my mind! Let me out!”
Nick heard his buddy, but he feigned ignorance. With how good he felt, Jason wasn’t 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.
Touseling his brown hair, Nick hefted himself up from the bed, hearing his buddy whine as he got bullied and tumbled inside his body’s 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.
The prey’s 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 wouldn’t be able to hide his gut from Jason’s dads. Still, his belly gets what his belly wants.
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 Jason’s 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 Jason’s 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 Nick’s fist, though it didn’t 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.
“I didn’t think our boy would actually go through with it,” Mr. Donovan said in his sultry, baritone voice. “He’s been talking about it for years, but to see him curled up in your tank, Nick, well. It makes a daddy proud.”
He thought he had been silent—or quiet at least—when crossing the living room. It seemed like one of Jason’s dads was a light sleeper. Something is his belly shifted as Nick turned his head slowly. Jason’s pops, still in his sweaty tank top from his earlier workout, was rubbing slow circles around Nick’s ass. Regardless of Nick’s wants, it seemed like Mr. Donovan was going to have his way with Nick.
The fathers lengthening shaft peeked through his waistband, seeking attention from Nick’s hole. With a smile, Mr. Donovan pulled Nick’s pants down, revealing his pale, bubbly ass. His tight cheeks were muscular, and his tight, pink hole yawned with anxiety. Something gurgled in the pred’s 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.
“Mr. Donovan, I—“
“Shhh, Nick. We don’t wanna wake up my husband, do we?” A hand clasped itself over Nick’s mouth, sealing in his belches and words oppressively. His barrel chest rose and fell slowly as he let his son’s 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 couldn’t fight off that guy, so there was no hope here that Nick could dismount himself from the girthy shaft.
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 prey’s father. Just as he was about to try and bite Mr. Donovan’s fingers to get off of him, the young predator melted into a moan. In his right pink hole, Mr. Donovan had discovered Nick’s prostate.
“There you go, sweetheart. Just focus on the pleasure of my son and my cock in here.“ Despite his attempt at perhaps comforting words, Nick still couldn’t 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 would’ve seen the bulge of Mr. Donovan’s tip in his stomach.
“Fuck, Nick,” the bigger man moaned, “you’re so tight around me.” Mr. Donovan’s 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.
Mr. Donovan, with the hand that wasn’t restraining Nick’s 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 Jason’s 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 Nick’s hole with a pace akin to an eager stallion. Every time Jason’s father thrust inward, Nick was shifted forward slightly, and he was pulled back every time Mr. Donovan pulled out. He’d never have expected Jason’s dad to do something like this, and though he hated to admit it, Mr. Donovan was insanely hot.
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. Donovan’s 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. “Fuck, buddy. You’re digesting my son? You’re making daddy proud in there, Jace, I’ll meet you soon, buddy,” he said with a pat to the gut.
Jason had mentioned a “we” earlier. He didn’t 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 Nick’s willing meals.
Though slight, Mr. Donovan’s cock grew larger, swelling up in anticipation for a hit load to spread around Nick’s insides. Nick pushed his ass back against Jason’s 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 son’s 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 Nick’s 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. Donovan’s head closer to his ass.
A small pop was heard and a jolt of pleasure coursed through Nick’s body like a lightning bolt. Without looking, he knew that he had accidentally pushed Jason’s dad up his ass. His tight sphincter muscles twitched, pulling the huge man deeper up his bowels instinctually. Though Mr. Donovan’s hand was no longer shutting his mouth, Nick replaced it with his own hand to stifle his cries of euphoria.
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 Jason’s 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.
Mr. Donovan was in total darkness. He could feel and taste his own cum as it lubricated his travel into his son’s 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 predator’s 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 Nick’s walls that tried slowing him down.
Nick practically screamed a moan as Mr. Donovan fed himself faster than any prey he’s ever taken up his ass before. Feeling the man’s legs slowly begin to get slurped up, a new mass of human began pouring into Nick’s 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 magic—watching the thick, beefy legs disappear and shrink slowly up as Nick’s 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-predator’s 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.
Inch by inch, Mr. Donovan slowly disappeared behind Nick’s 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.
“Fuck, Mr Donovan,” Nick panted, still clenching his ass with a mixture of habit and reflex now. “Just…fuck.”
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.
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. Donovan’s 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.
Without much ceremony, the teen’s immense mushroom head found Mr. Donovan’s 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 man’s 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 man’s shoulders and chest, waking him up in a panic. Mr. Donovan couldn’t 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.
The teen let out a high pitched squeak as he watched his friend’s (at this point, Nick considered Jason to have been promoted to “best friend”) 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 pred’s 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 couldn’t figure out what was happening. Nick’s 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.
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.
Mr. Donovan’s wife-lover flew out of the pred’s throat and stuck to the opposite wall, plastered among the various family photos the Donovan’s had built up over the years. Nick patted his gut with pride, very pleased that he had gotten all three of his meals, somewhat willingly—he’d like to think that Mr. Donovan was pushing himself up his shaft.
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 fathers’ three rules, but again, there’s a difference between eating and being fed. Nick rationalized it in his head like he did the surprising majority of his other prey—they 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.
Afternoon sun filled the living room as his phone’s buzzer was prompting him to get up. His hands instinctively found his phone, and he opened FaceTime without thinking.
“Hey Nicky, we just landed and checked into the hotel room, so we wanted to tell you we loved you and hope you’re settling in just fine!”
“Hey dad—UURRK—oh, sorry. Yeah I’m doing great,” Nick had to swallow back down a skull that wanted to come back up.
“How’s Jason and his dads? They still like how you remember ‘em?”
Nick patted his belly off camera and smiled with fake child-like innocence, “Even better…!…bbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppp.”
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.
“Nick?”
“Yeah, dad?”
“Did anything exciting happen last night?” His tone was dull, yet it pierced the pred like a knife.
“Yeah, dad.”
“Care to show us?”
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.
“It hasn’t even been 24 hours, Nicholas, and you’ve already eaten all of them—“
“They wanted it! Jason and his dad fed themselves to me! Honestly—!”
“You’re an exceptional pred, son, but sometimes it’s better to keep your greed in check—“
“Don’t encourage him!”
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 “goodbye!“ and hung up, hoping they’d 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 fathers’ scoldings, Nick intended to use every single day of this vacation to feed himself to the max.
“You remember when you said you were gonna make me cum a lot?” Uncle Nico asks. He lifts my head from his chest. He grins that devious smirk at me. His thumb dips into my mouth. He brings my own thumb to his lips. “Wanna try?” he asks before sucking my thumb in. It’s warm and moist.
All I can do is nod.
I scoot down his hairy body, placing kisses and licks everywhere I can think of. His taste explodes on my tongue. It’s thousands of times better than tonight’s celebratory meal. I would eat him for lunch and dinner everyday if I could.
I place tiny kisses in his bush. It’s so full that I can’t open my eyes until I’m completely pulled away from him. He’s still soft. I want to feel him grow hard in my mouth again. But if I want him to cum more, maybe I need to awaken his cum factories first.
Besides, there’s not a part of him better than his balls.
I set about licking them. The smell only grows better as he sweats. There’s a sweetness that comes out whenever he cums and lingers until he showers. I rarely get to go at them before he cleans off after one go around. It’s addictive. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull away on my own.
“Hey,” Nico says. I look up at him. Past his cock, he smiles. “You’re the best nephew a guy could ask for, Vince.”
A moment later, his cock head flares. With the flex, his piss slit opens like his cavernous mouth, strings of precum stretching and ripping like saliva. Would it hurt if I put the tip of my tongue in there? I open my mouth, and then his cock lunges.
A warm slickness kisses my forehead. Uncle Nico runs his hands through my hair, and he grunts. I’m staring at his balls. There’s a squelch, and the slickness spreads, moving over my scalp. It’s almost like a massage, whatever he’s doing. His balls pulse. I cup them in my hands. They’re warm and soft. The hair is slick with sweat. When I pull them up to my face, I sniff. They’re as fragrant as ever. I’m hard again, pressing my nose against the wrinkly skin. They’re slowly becoming my most prized possession, Uncle Nico’s balls. I kiss and suck on the skin.
“You love my sack, don’t you, Vince?” he asks.
I pop them out of my mouth long enough to say, “Yeah. I’m thinking of proposing.” In my scent drunk state, I can almost feel them growing in my hands, almost hear them churning up cum. It’s all in my head, sure, but so is most of sex.
The slickness on the top of my head pulls and rides down, like he’s pushing a human-sized condom over me, but one that’s a size or two too small. It creeps down my forehead.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, finally tearing my attention away from his balls. But I can’t see Nico’s beautiful face. When I look up, there’s only pink flesh. It almost looks like the head of his cock.
Nico gives one of his tiny grunts, those cute noises that don’t match his face. They drive me crazy. When he does, the pulling sensation is back. The flesh-like thing gets larger. Closer? It smells like him. Like his cum. It’s sweet and musky. I can’t help but whimper. “I’m making your dreams come true,” Uncle Nico says. “I’m marrying you to my balls.”
What?
With a sudden lurch, the flesh shoots down my face. My entire head is inside. It’s moist and warm. When I open my eyes, it’s dark. Still, there’s some streaks of light leaking through from around my neck, where the slickness has stopped for now.
“Uncle?” I say. My heartbeat quickens. My brain is screaming at me to start hyperventilating, but each breath is filled with his familiar musk. It’s stronger now. After a few deep breaths, my heart slows down a little. My brain fogs. I stick my tongue out as far as I can until it hits flesh. It tastes like Nico’s pre. It’s so warm. Another whimper comes out. My dick strains.
“You kept talking about my mouth, my eating. Kept teasing me about swallowing you down. My jaw doesn’t stretch like that. Hold on.” His large hands gripped my shoulders and pressed them as close together as they would go without making me cry out in pain. He strained and grunted. The flesh around me pulled at my skin. No, it was sucking me in. Swallowing me. The grunts went on for two minutes and then, with a pop, the moist warmth is kissing my chest. “But my dick does. So I’m eating you up, Vince. I can taste you in there, you know, and fuck, you’re tasty.”
He’s eating me? What does he mean he’s eating me? Dicks can’t eat. They don’t taste or swallow. Even if his does, where will I go?
I shoot forward a few inches. My nipples enter his cock head.
Nico grabs my sides and turns me around. He roars. It’s animalistic, but not from pain. His legs wrap around my own. His warm feet rub all over my calves. With a few more grunts, I'm down to my belly button. My arms are pinned to my sides. I try to shift them around, and his toes curl against my feet. “That’s it. Move around a little for me. Feels fucking awesome.”
“You’re eating me?” I ask.
“Sure am, Vince. Said you’re getting married to my balls ‘cause that’s where you’re going. Going to fill up my nuts.” Uncle Nico shifts around. He grabs my legs and holds them up with one arm. The fingers of his other hand rub around my hole. He slaps my ass twice. “Definitely should have fucked you one last time. God, I’m gonna miss this ass.”
Miss it?
Of course he’s going to miss it. He said I’m his food. Food gets digested.
He shoves one of his long fingers inside me. My balls pull up. I moan loud into his cock and get awarded with a mouthful of precum. The taste makes me moan more.
It’s scary.
It feels so good.
This is what I want.
“You’re eating me,” I say.
“You’re my food,” says Uncle Nico. He pulls on my legs until he’s licking at my feet. He growls. “Maybe I should slurp you down afterall. My belly’s empty, too. You’re making me so hungry, baby. God, you’re gonna make me so full. Gonna digest you down. Does that make you happy? Are you happy to know Uncle Nico’s gonna treat you like all that food you fed him? You’re my cute little meal. That’s what you were born to be, isn’t it? You love this. You want it.”
While he talks, he keeps fingering me. His cock crawls its way down my stomach. Our heads press against each other, and I buck up. Nico grins around my feet in his mouth. He pulls his finger out of my ass. A moment later, two fingers plunge in. The force sends me forward with a yelp, and the tip of my dick is inside him. I moan. The feeling all over felt better than any massage, any blowjob. My hips rock as he finger fucks me, and my cock rubs against the slick flesh that’s consuming me.
My right foot is completely wet and warm. But my legs aren’t inside him yet. His tongue laps at my ankle. Oh. It’s his mouth. He has my whole foot in his mouth. That deep and dark cavern finally has more of me.
I wiggle the toes of my other foot. Maybe he’ll catch the hint. He can fit both of them in, surely. Then he can swallow. He can take my legs. It’ll be a tug of war between his stomach and his dick.
All I can do is whimper. It’s a good whimper. There are only two ways this can end: I’ll be in Uncle Nico’s stomach or his balls. And then he’ll digest me. Afterall, that’s what happens to food. And I’m my uncle’s food.
My tongue laps at the warm flesh around me. The taste fills me. The smell is everywhere. I want more. I want this. I want to be his completely. He owns me. I want this. This is what I was born for.
“Fuck!” I yell as cum explodes from my dick. The orgasm shivers all over my body, bursting in spasms. My feet tremble in Nico’s mouth. Feet. He has both of them.
He pulls them from his mouth.
“Good boy,” Uncle Nico says. He takes his fingers out my ass and lets go of my legs. With a single grunt, I rocket forward. Ten seconds later, his piss slit closes over my toes. “Caught you. Finally got you all in. Fuck. I’ve had a few prey boys like you before. After they cum, they start making a fuss, so I always go quickly. I don’t want to get kicked in the balls. Plus the squirming feels great. But I was serious, Vince. You might be coming down, but you’re also gonna be cuming down.” He laughs. I don’t get it. “You’re my food now. Second my balls got hungry for you, this was how it had to go. You’re going in.”
I nuzzle inside him. “You have to swallow your food,” I say. “You don’t want to choke.”
“You don’t hate me?” Nico asks.
“I’m your food,” I say, spreading my fingers around his flesh. The smell still swims in my head. It’s like I’m drunk. “I’m your food. I want to be yours. I’m yours, right? I belong in your balls.”
“That’s right,” Nico says. His cock flexes again, and the sucking sensation pulls. It drags me inside until my head hits something a little harder. Whatever it is, it growls. “In you go. Final stop.” The flesh shifts around and opens. With one last flex, I’m dumped inside.
I land inside a small puddle of white. It’s thick and creamy. The smell is strong. I dip my fingers inside and bring it to my mouth. Fuck. It’s his cum. It’s Uncle Nico’s cum. I’m inside his balls. He really did eat me with his dick.
Another gurgle sounds, and cum bubbles out of the flesh all around me. The walls push up and in, forcing me into a fetal position. The pressure is tight for a few seconds, like a bear hug, and then it relaxes. I can move a little more.
Uncle Nico’s hands and feet rub over me. I can feel them through the thin lays of nut flesh. “You’re in my balls, baby. You’re finally where I wanted you. I needed you in here the moment I tasted you. I couldn’t let such a tasty meal get away. God, you feel so good in there. Squirm for me.”
I do as he asks, and Uncle moans. No, he whimpers. I’m making him whimper.
“What’s gonna happen to me?” I ask.
More cum leaks in. The pressure returns and presses hard into me, soaking me in the musky juices.
“You remember what you said when we drank that one time? You talked about that game of yours. You would replace this cursed seed of mine if you could. Well, that’s what you’re gonna do.” The flesh flexes again. Uncle Nico sighs and groans. “I’m churning you into cum, baby boy. You’re my cum now. My little nut slut. You’re just my huge load. Gonna digest you into my seed. That’s what happens to cock food. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be my cum.”
He said it. He’s digesting me. He won’t let me out. I don’t know if he can even if he wanted to, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to turn me into nut sludge. And I… “I want to be your cum. Please. Please, Uncle Nico. Digest me like good cock food. That’s what I want.”
“Of course you fucking do,” Uncle Nico says. “All food wants to be eaten. And you’re such a good boy. Such a good slut. You’re my fucking cum, Vince. You want me to churn you up, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, slurping in another mouthful of cum.
“Thank me for putting you where you belong,” he says.
“Thank you for slurping me up with your dick, Uncle Nico,” I say.
“You’re mine.” His nuts flex again.
“I’m yours,” I say. “Thank you for eating me.”
“Beg me to digest you,” Uncle says. He rubs his limbs all over his balls. I can feel him. He’s all around me. My whole body vibrates each time he speaks.
I’m jerking off harder than I ever have before. I’ve come twice so quickly. I don’t know if I’ll get off a third time. I don’t care. My head is foggy. Ecstasy rocks through every centimeter of my skin. I’m covered in cum. In Nico. Soon, I’m going to be him. I’m going to be his cum.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I said. “Please churn me into your cum, Uncle Nico. I…”
He interrupts me. “Call me ‘Daddy’ now. Beg your daddy to make you his. ‘Cause you’re replacing my seed. So I’m gonna knock someone up, and you’re gonna be my kid. I’ll be a good dad and you’ll be a good kid and then when you’re an adult, you’re gonna beg me to eat you. And next time I’ll send you down to my belly and turn you into my shit. You want that, don’t you, baby? You want to come back and be born to be my shit. You’re Daddy’s food, and that’s what food becomes, isn’t it? I heard that eating family returns some life force, so I’ll get younger, and I’ll have you again and again and I’ll eat you until the end of time. Because you’re my food, boy. You’re always going to be my food, isn’t that right? Don’t you want to be my favorite meal?”
“I…” That can’t be real, can it? But… “Eat me, Daddy. Make me your favorite meal. I’m your food. I always want you to eat me. Churn me up, please. Please. It’s what I deserve. I want to be your food. Turn me into cum. Your shit. All of it. I’m your food. Please.” I moan. A dry orgasm hits me.
Daddy Nico’s nuts flex again. He growls. “That’s goddamn right. I’m gonna churn you up, Vince. I’m gonna digest you over and over. Never gonna escape me. You’re my food forever now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I yell.
“You’re my fucking food, boy!” he yells.
His nuts clench again, and everything bursts.
I’m swimming in an endless swimming pool of cum.
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