This is more object-vore adjacent but was still fun to write. Happy Easter
Damien breathed in and out slowly, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath, the wide PVC tube in his mouth held in place like a ball gag nearly going to the back of his throat. The sound of a door opening behind him drew his attention and he tried to turn, but the ropes suspending him just caused his lower half to move instead.
Heavy boots thudded on the floor as he hung, immobilized, with his feet and hands bound behind him. The movement stirred the warm, humid air of the room and he felt a small breeze between his legs, which were wide open.
“Here comes peter cotton tail…” a husky voice said. The man slowly came into view with several cardboard egg flats. He set them down on a table with a dull thud and picked one up.
“…hoppin down the bunny trail.”
Damien felt a bead of sweat on his neck as the man turned around. He had a full beard, thick hair poking out from under his hat, and was wearing nothing but his boots and a pair of dirty jeans pulled so low his thick bush peaked out. As he got closer Damien could smell cologne and sweat from his chest. The man’s belly pressed against Damien’s skinny frame and he felt himself tilt back slightly in the swing.
The man held up the egg and Damien got a quick look before the man brought it to the opening of the pipe. It was hard boiled and still wet, and when he let go it slid right back into Damien’s throat.
When it landed, he instinctively tried to bite but only found the hard plastic of the pipe. He gagged for a moment, but his body took over and he felt himself swallow.
The egg was a huge lump in his throat, slowly descending, uncomfortable and large as it forced its way down deeper and deeper. He let out a soft whimper as he felt it land in his stomach like a stone.
The man’s eyes widened and he ran the back of his hand down Damien’s stomach, moving back and forth as he felt the dark hair on his stomach run under his fingers.
“Good boy,” he said in a gruff tone, reaching behind himself for another. He brought it to the opening of the tube and let it slide down.
Damien felt it hit like the last one and gagged again, trying to push it further up his mouth until he felt the man’s hands on his hips. He looked up and the firm expression on his face put down his rebellion, and he felt himself swallow.
The second went down easier, his throat feeling a little loosened by the first. As he felt it land in his stomach, the man’s glare was still on him as he picked up another egg.
Wordlessly, he dropped it in.
Damien never broke eye contact as it rolled into his throat until he had to swallow, and as he gave a hard gulp and felt it go down, his eyes watering involuntarily as it went down.
The man reached up and wiped his eye, an approving but hard to read look on his face. He picked up another egg and put it in the tube, looking into Damien’s eyes the whole time.
He swallowed it as it rolled into his mouth, his throat relaxing a little more each time. As it slid into his stomach he felt it grumble slightly, finally taking notice to the growing mass inside.
The corner of the man’s mouth rose at the sound into something resembling a smile, and he picked up another two eggs. He sent one down and as Damien swallowed it he sent another.
Damien made a noise as the second one hit his throat, gulping again. He felt both moving down at the same time, and felt his cock stir. The man put his hand on Damien’s throat, stroking his adam’s apple slowly with his thumb and he felt himself stand at full attention, the head poking the man in the thigh.
He ignored Damien’s cock and picked up another egg, dropping it down while feeling Damien’s throat. As it bobbed, the man made a low, husky moan at the feeling of the egg moving down his throat.
He rubbed Damien’s belly, starting at the top where a small bump was forming and working his way down lower and lower, gentle massaging. As he reached lower, he felt the hair get denser until he shifted his hand to wrap around the base of Damien’s cock.
“You gonna be my good boy? Swallow up all these eggs for me?” He stroked slowly, and Damien’s body leaned into his grip.
Any resistance he had faded immediately and Damien nodded.
“Good boy.” The man reached back and picked up the flat the eggs were on, a 64-count tray missing 5. He brought another hard boiled egg to the tube and dropped it in, followed almost immediately by another.
Damien’s cock twitched as he felt them traveling down his throat, one right after the other. He moaned softly and felt his hips thrust just before another egg hit his throat. His stomach was beginning to run out of room, but the feeling was too good to interrupt.
The man dropped another three eggs down and put his hand on Damien’s belly, which was getting noticeably bigger.
“Ten down, little man,” he said in a low tone, looking approvingly into Damien’s eyes. He put another egg into the tube, but this time it didn’t stop at Damien’s throat, it continued all the way down.
Damien moaned as he felt it slide straight into his gullet, and thrust into the open air at the look of unbridled lust in the man’s eyes. He dropped another, and another, and two more as Damien relaxed his throat and allowed them to go straight in.
Damien’s stomach was now firmly in overfull territory, his concave body beginning to curve outwards as his stomach continued to pack fuller and fuller.
The man’s eyes were fixed on his stomach as he dropped another handful of eggs in, Damien’s relaxed throat accepting all of them. As it stretched, his belly gave a low groan, his stomach loudly protesting the overfill.
“Sounds like someone is running out of room.”
The man looked into his eyes, putting his free hand on his belly and rubbing gently.
“This is mine now,” he said as he ran his thumb over the bulge in Damien’s belly, “isn’t that right?”
Damien nodded obediently, his eyes glazing over at being told his stomach is a toy and his cock twitching.
The man watched his belly as he dropped in two, then four, then twelve more eggs. Each one made his stomach push just a little further, now nearly twice as big around as when they started.
The outline of his stretched-thin abdominal muscles was visible under his skin, like a large balloon was behind them, and his breathing through the tube was labored. He was sweating slightly, his chest hair glistening as he looked up at the man. Half a dozen eggs remained but he was struggling.
“Be a good boy,” the man said as he brought another egg to the tube and dropped it in. Damien felt his throat struggle to let it slide in effortlessly, the egg slowing to a halt halfway. The man dropped another, and Damien had to give a hard swallow to bring it down, pushing both eggs into his overstuffed stomach.
He panted into the tube as the man dropped a third, which he swallowed with difficulty. His stomach make a loud, wet grumble and he felt his belly start to ache badly. A fourth egg hit his throat and he gulped, feeling it go down but not entirely. Before he could get it down, the man dropped one more, and after several difficult swallows they both finally went int.
The last egg hit his throat as hard as the first. He had to try to swallow it, the egg finally disappearing down. His body struggled to force it deeper and deeper in, until it finally reached his stomach, he swallowed hard and felt it pushed in, just barely, with all of the others.
“Sixty four eggs in that tiny belly.” The man dropped the flat on the floor and rubbed his belly with both hands. Damien moaned as the man rubbed his belly, his cock twitching. He got onto his knees and pulled Damien down, positioning his stomach directly in front of his face.
The man started slowly, licking the deep groove where his bloated belly and his hips meet. His tongue explored the space, probing deep. He moved up slowly, tracing along the surface of his hairy, taut, overstuffed stomach until he reached his bellybutton.
He swirled his tongue around Damien’s bellybutton, probing inside a handful of times before moving his mouth to the side of the bloated ball. He put his lips against the surface and began to suck until he felt his own tongue tingle, leaving a dark mark on the overstretched skin of his bloated belly.
He looked up at Damien, so horny he could hardly think clearly, and moved his mouth to the hard shaft just below the belly he helped stuff. Licking the tip, he slowly brought it into his mouth as Damien moaned.
As his forehead pressed against the bottom of Damien’s hairy belly, he moaned and pulled back before going back down again. Damien thrusted hard against his mouth and he let out a low grumble as he felt Damien thrust deeper in.
He went back and forth slowly, keeping pace with Damien who was already on the verge of exploding. With a low groan, Damien felt his cock begin to dribble and the man began to work the head and shaft with his hand and mouth together, swallowing as he blew his load straight down his throat.
Damien panted, his overstuffed belly hanging low and grumbling as the man licked his cock clean. The man rose, lifting Damien back up, and undid the pipe gag in his mouth, tossing it to the side.
Damien took a deep breath and the man pressed their lips together. As they kissed, the man untied his restraints and loosened his harness from the rope. He put his newly-freed arms around he man’s neck as he felt himself lifted up, sighing at the feeling of the man’s big arms around him.
“You did so good,” the man whispered into his ear in a husky tone, carrying Damien out of the room, “let’s get you in bed.”
Damien buried his face in the man’s neck as he carried him down the hall, quietly whispering, “more eggs next time.”
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