Adam awoke from his nap as a light metal chain tickled at the bridge of his nose. His eyes cracked open, lips twitching into a smile as he saw his boyfriend Eric’s face looming upside down above him. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching up to curl his hand around the back of the other man’s neck. “How was your day?”
“Better now,” Eric said teasingly, leaning the extra couple inches to slot his lips against Adam’s in a soft kiss.
Adam closed his eyes again, opening his mouth slightly to give his lover access, feeling his cock harden as Eric pushed his tongue inside. He hummed in pleasure, parting his lips wider. And wider.
Eric let out a muffled sound of surprise as Adam gently pressed down on the back of his neck, guiding his head inside Adam’s jaws. He squirmed briefly out of instinct but soon went lax, giving in as Adam rubbed a hand soothingly over his back. They both knew that this was a possibility when they started dating, though neither had been sure who would end up in the other’s stomach.
It didn’t take long. Adam assumed given Eric’s state of undress that he’d been hoping for some action. Well, he should have known better than to present himself so enticingly. Soon, the last of Eric was slipping down Adam’s throat and rounding out the bulge in his belly. The young man let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction, patting his gently squirming gut. He let a slow, lazy belch as he tucked a hand under his head, his muscles flexing with the motion.
*bwwaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrp...* “Sorry, babe, I just couldn’t resist. You were just too tasty.” He smiled as he felt the unmistakable movements of his boyfriend getting himself off for the last time. He reached down under the swell of his swollen belly to join him in the act, enjoying their last moments together in mutual pleasure.
Hey! I don't even know if you're still active on here, but I was wondering if you'd made any more progress on your Too Close For Comfort story? That was frickin' great 👀
it’s been ages, but hi!! I was inactive for a while, mostly because I lost access to the account. However, I’ve figured it out again, and I want to post a bit more.
As far as my use of this blog will go — I have been treating it as a bit of an archive/record for old pieces of vore writing here on tumblr. it’s definitely not a serious endeavor, but I wanna have a place to go look for work that might otherwise be hard to find. there are still some old pieces from sada-symphonia that I haven’t tracked down yet, so it’ll be an ongoing process.
beyond that, I do want to write some of my own stuff — I enjoy it a lot, and I’d love a reason to keep going with it. motivation has been hard for that lately, though, so I don’t want to promise anything immediately. if you want to see a sporadic few other pieces I’ve done, I have an account on voreplay under the same name. I’ll try and post those pieces here at some point soon.
Hello! I apologize for being MIA for so long. I'm happy to report that midterm season went well though! I'm quite happy with this story, so I hope you enjoy it, too! As always, feedback, requests, ideas---anything is welcome! My DMs and ask box is always open
Clink! The driver sent the golf ball flying out across the open air like a cresting wave. The brilliant blue sky opened up to a golden, radiating sun. Out on the green, the wind was gentle and verdant, and the feeling was genial. The four guys stood together uniformly with hands shielding their eyes from sunlight like statues of Greek gods. The Sunday heat was only worsened by the cloudless sky, but the brothers had been itching to golf for the past several weeks after a tumultuous season of midterms and storms. Finally, on a day as tranquil as this one, they made the trip out to the green and have been matching par on each hole.
“Nice!” Kristian pumped his fist after glimpsing where his ball had landed. He was a pledge for the frat this spring semester (an odd occurrence, but, considering what had happened in the fall, Sigma Alpha Epsilon needed new pledges desperately) and his joyful exuberance was always great to have around. He turned to Griffin, the only other pledge in this group of four and high-fived him with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.
“Nice, nice,” Blake conceded, giving a faux golf-clap to his pledge, “but how about we make ourselves a little bet? Whoever has the best score at the end of the game needs to pay for the others’ lunch. Let’s do this in pairs. You two guys will be together,” Blake nodded at Kristian and Griffin, “and Josh and I will be the other set,” Blake wrenched his arm around Josh’s shoulder, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, listening in on the conversation.
“Ah, sweet!” Kristian, ever the optimist, cheered, “you’re on! Alright, Griffin, we got this bro!” Griffin and Kristian looked suitably fired up, and their eagerness spilled out and went right into Blake.
“But we should warn you two,” Blake smirked, “Josh and I are big eaters, especially Josh here. You should’ve seen him: last semester—”
Josh stamped his heel onto Blake’s toes with all of his force and cleared his throat. Blake was much more extroverted than Josh, and as such, he was willing to part with information that Josh preferred to keep close to his chest. “What Blake means to say,” Josh shot a warning glance at his brother and best friend, “is may the best men win.” The shorter frat bro smiled warmly and gestured for Griffin to make his tee shot while grinding his shoe into Blakes’, dyeing it green with the wet turf from the morning dew. Watching the two pledges turn around and make their shot, Josh whispered just below his breath, “Dude, don’t even joke about that. I’m not even allowed to be alone near pledges this semester after what happened in the fall. The only reason they’re allowing it now is that you’re here ‘supervising’ me,” Josh said in air quotes.
Blake giggled and brought Josh in closer to ruffle his hair. “You worry too much, bro. It’ll be fine! These guys are good, so we’ll probably owe them lunch anyway,” Blake snorted, letting Josh go.
Josh grumbled in agreement, hoping that Blake wasn’t planning anything serious. He thought back to the genesis of all of his nervousness–fall semester, Halloween night. He placed a hand on his flat six-pack, making sure he didn’t already make the same mistake again. Absentmindedly watching the golf game play out, Josh recalled the events of the previous holiday.
SAE was throwing on Halloween night, and, as one of the best party dorms on campus, all of the brothers and pledges alike were buzzing with excitement. At around six that night, Josh was pregaming alone in his room, getting the tiredness to flee from his eyes like a receding tide. As is typical for the average frat guy like Josh, he overdid it a little bit. The jock hadn’t eaten that day, and he was on his ninth beer. Belching lazily, Josh threw the can onto the floor after missing the recycling bin, and he looked up to see one of his favorite pledges, John, enter his room. John was a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and a big heart, which is why Josh wasn’t surprised when he drunkenly bent the pledge over his bathroom counter and pumped into him four big, steaming loads. What was surprising to Josh however, was how primally he wanted John. After bloating the pledge’s stomach out with an inordinate amount of cum, Josh began to eagerly and impenitently swallow John whole, feeling the blonde kid’s body bulge out his stomach excessively. Josh, with judgment impaired and wanting to relive that state of fulfillment, found Enrique. Just like with the previous pledge, Josh bent him over (crushing him with a very active and squirming belly), came in him several times, and swallowed the poor pledge whole, making his obscene, behemoth gut grow even larger. Beyond that, Josh started to drink even more, wanting to feel a deeper buzz with all the “food” he now had to soak up the alcohol.
The rest of the details are pretty hazy to Josh, but Blake told him that Josh woke up in the living room at around midnight to all of his brothers rubbing Josh’s engorged, massive, stretched gut to help him digest the evidence. Josh spent the night drunkenly moaning for his brothers to rub harder as he slowly belched up various skulls and discarded wallets and phones of all 16 pledges. Because of Josh, they had to cancel the biggest party of the year. Worse yet, they weren’t able to admit a single new pledge that semester because they had all been digested and processed by one insatiably greedy frat member. With an immense amount of guilt, Josh kept all of the wallets and IDs of the pledges he had gulped down that night in a drawer near his bed, as a sort of memento. He was proud of himself for certain, but he also felt quite guilty at what had happened that night. Lost in thought and hardly paying attention to the game, Josh’s tight abs growled loudly, making the turf vibrate beneath them. Thinking about that night always made him hungry. He was suddenly snapped back into reality when Blake punched his shoulder jokingly.
“And… looks like we won!”
Josh froze. Looking around at Kristian and Griffin, who now wore a doleful look on their handsome faces, Josh’s stomach growled again. He knew he wanted this, and he hated himself for wanting it so bad. Blake wore a knowing smirk, rubbing his own hungry stomach and nodding to Josh. He didn’t even realize he had played, much less finished the game. Wiping away a trail of drool that had formed as he was reminiscing, Josh asked to see the score sheet. Scanning it intently, Blake had scored under par almost every single hole, playing out of his mind.
The much hungrier and handsomer Tiger Woods exclaimed to the pledges, “Alright! I am hungry. Griffin, you’re with me.”
Josh sighed audibly. This was Blake’s plan from the start: score a nice big lunch off of these two unassuming pledges and force Josh to participate. Josh couldn’t say he didn’t want this. In fact, his stomach was almost growling non-stop, begging, pleading for Kristian to dissolve within his slimy, digestive folds. Still though, Josh had self-imposed a rule (and he’d been threatened by the president) that if any more pledges went missing because of him, he’d leave the frat.
Still though, it's not like Kristian would be okay with Blake unhinging his jaw and gulping down his buddy like a snake—and that’s what Josh was for: taking care of Kristian. Being his best friend, Blake knew Josh wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got the thought in his mind, and the charmer was using that against him.
Before Blake even got up to Griffin, Josh approached Kristian with hunger and gluttony driving his every motion, “Hey, sorry man.”
“Aw, don’t worry bro!” Kristian beamed with his beautiful round eyes and pearly smile. “I’m happy to help my future brothers with a meal anytime!”
Josh silently corrected him: for the last time. But looking up at the 6 foot 3 muscle behemoth, Josh noted that, despite his hair being brown, Kristian looked an awful lot like John, his first prey on Halloween night. That connection unleashed his shackled gluttony, prompting the jock to open wide and pull Kristian’s head into his dark, moist cavern he called a mouth. His handsome face tasted like a steak cooked to perfection, and the prey’s sweat that beaded his forehead provided a delectable seasoning that orchestrated a symphony of flavor blooming throughout the predator’s taste buds.
“Josh? What the fu—” Griffin was shortly cut off as Blake followed Josh’s lead, stretching his pink lips around Griffin’s head. Taking a desire-soaked gulp almost instantly, Blake bunched the pledge’s shoulders into his mouth and allowed his throat to expand and contract as it coaxed in the smaller man.
Both frat boys sucked and drooled over their meals in the hot open course, which was thankfully empty that afternoon. Josh found little difficulty swallowing down Kristian’s massive biceps, which were about the size of his thighs. The poor soul was so shocked that he hardly even struggled within Josh’s experienced, mile-long throat. Sucking in a bunch of air all at once, Josh opened his throat and practically vacuumed Kristian’s entire upper half down in one fell swoop. What could he say? Kristian was delicious, and Josh was hungry. If you think about it, this was really Blake’s fault for spurring him on.
Quickly, Josh’s six pack gave way to a round, curving belly that pressed on the fabric of his polo. Feeling the man get deposited into his stomach chamber was something akin to heaven for the frat boy, and he gave his belly a gentle, loving caress as it grew outward more and more. Glancing over to Blake, who was slobbering over Griffin’s ample pecs through his shirt, Josh wondered idly how Griffin would taste before suctioning down Kristian’s bubbly ass into his awaiting gullet…
Blake returned Josh’s gaze, staring at him with alarm. The pair had eaten guys together before, but he’d never seen Josh devour someone so big this quickly before. Clearly his priming had worked wonders. To rub it in his face, Blake took a deep, slow gulp, moaning at Griffin’s exquisite flavor, signaling to his partner that Griffin probably tasted better than Kristian even. Blake rubbed his growing belly, barely feeling the indentations of his fading six-pack. He moaned and groaned for at least half a minute more, gloating over Josh his self control and ability to savor his meals. Just as Blake was about to swallow up Griffin’s waist and begin working on the pledge’s lower half, he felt a tugging sensation, as if something was yanking Griffin out of his stomach. Confused, Blake opened his eyes.
His greedy, pledge-devouring friend had positioned his lips around Griffin’s ankles, staring directly at Blake as if to challenge him.
“Mmph–!” Blake grunted, astounded and incredulous at how far Josh would go to fill his belly.
“Mmph,” Josh responded, swallowing Griffin up to his knees. His dead-panned look gave the impression that no matter what Blake wanted, Josh was going to have both of these pledges stewing away inside of his belly by evening.
Blake, completely shocked by his best-bro’s audacity, tried to gulp more of Griffin down in defiance; however, Josh beat him to it, sucking out Griffin’s lower abdomen and gulping down his thighs. Griffin was stretched between the two predators like a laffy-taffy, entirely soaked in saliva and desperately being fought over on either end. Blake tried to get closer to forcefully pull more of Griffin in his maw, but Josh’s belly, outward and protruding like a giant exercise ball and full of Kristian, prevented him from getting closer, letting Josh sneak in another meaty gulp. His throat echoed the cacophonous noise, letting the sound of Griffin’s legs slide past his lips and begin engulfing the prey’s torso.
By now, Blake’s stomach was entirely empty, much to his disappointment. It seems that his plan had backfired, and now Josh had gotten two meals instead of just one, while Blake had gotten zero. He thought of protesting more or at least trying to make Josh work for his second helping of pledge, but he knew that contesting Josh in a battle of predation was a fruitless endeavor. He was the guy who cancelled Halloween, after all. Since knowing the guy, Josh had always been the number one predator, and he’s only widened that gap by devouring any potential second places, making Josh, in Blake’s eyes, the best predator he’s ever seen or heard of. To try and go against that would be ludicrous.
Watching dejectedly, Blake slowly let Griffin out of his throat and get funneled directly into his best friends’. Josh looked happy as a clam, and Blake began to rub his friend’s belly as loud gulping and moaning erupted from the predator like it was his birthday. The jock’s stomach grew even bigger, surpassing behemoth proportions. Blake sighed sadly as Griffin’s feet slid past Josh’s lips. His friend groaned, patted his belly for a moment, then smiled.
“Dude!” Blake blurted, ready to scold his friend for that slight. “What the fuck?!”
Josh’s low, deep belch ejected Kristian’s golfing gloves right onto Blake’s face, adding insult to injury. Patting his belly, Josh began, “Fuck,” wincing at the pleasure-soaked situation having a full belly gave him. “If you didn’t want that to happen, then why’d you make the—UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP—make the bet in the first place?”
“Because I thought you could share, greedy ass!”
“How is it my fault that you didn’t plan properly? It’s your fault for making Griffin look so delicious, and God,” Josh patted his engorged stomach, “was he ever.”
“You’re irredeemable.”
BBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — “Sorry bro, but if you wanna join them, they’re gonna be solid for at least a good long while. You could swallow them after I swallow you?”
“You’re still wanting more? How have we remained friends for this long?”
“Because you love meee,” Josh teased, bumping Blake with his writhing mass of a belly. “C’mon. I won’t digest you; I swear on our letters.”
That piqued Blake’s interest. He knew Josh was being serious when he said that. Blake looked down at his painfully-flat abdomen. He hadn’t eaten that morning because he had planned exclusively around getting Griffin to himself. This sudden prospect of getting both Kristian and Griffin was definitely worth considering…
Josh's belly gurgled, letting out grotesquely loud squelching and bubbling noises as it got used to accommodating two living meals. Watching his gluttonous friend rub contentedly over his enormous gut, Blake nodded, acknowledging that he wanted that for himself.
“Alright bro, you’re on,” Blake paused as Josh pumped his fist, “but you swore on our letters. No going back.”
“Of course, Blake. You’re my best man. You’re not food to me.” As heartwarming as that was, Josh’s belly grumbled, politely asking Blake to crawl in.
Shaking his head and ready for a meal, Blake put both hands on Josh’s tummy and leaned forward, waiting for Josh to take him in. Josh followed suit, letting his hot, pledge-smelling breath encase Blake. With a quick, happy-sounding glomp, Blake began his descent into Josh’s awaiting belly.
Unlike the other two, Josh took his time with Blake, letting his best friend know how good he tasted. The brother’s arms were pinned to his side, and his broad shoulders got covered in a layer of saliva to help lubricate him on his way down. Blake shuddered, unaware how scary it was to get swallowed whole by a predator. He thought back to the plenty of times he and Josh had done this exact thing, except the prey knew they were never getting out. Josh’s throat hugged Blake’s muscular body with need. Josh’s brain knew Blake wasn’t food, but the rest of his body clearly didn’t and treated him as such.
On the outside, Josh’s tongue roamed over Blake’s torso, slowly lapping up all of the flavor he could siphon from his friend’s tanned skin. Josh had been thinking about this moment for years, and to think something like this would happen so suddenly was like a waking-dream. Widening his jaw around Blake’s hips, Josh let the rest of his friend slowly slide in his belly. The jock’s hands roamed the thrice-stretched skin with pleasure. He could already feel the frenetic squirming in his belly, telling him that Blake had already begun indulging in Josh’s prey. The greedy frat bro patted his gut as if to give his brother his blessing to devour the contents of his belly. Big, hefty sloshes echoed in the heated atmosphere as Josh finished off Blake happily. His titanic gut was always happiest when digesting extra-squirmy meals.
Gulping down Blake’s feet (and taking off his trampled gold-shoes), Josh finished off his third meal of the day and maneuvered himself into the golf cart to carry the four boys home. The ride was quite bumpy, causing Josh to belch time and time again as he got into Blake’s car and turned on the ignition. He had gotten a strange look from the valet when asking for his keys, but overall, he had little trouble getting back home. Since it was a sunday afternoon, most everyone was out studying or hanging out with friends, so the frat house was thankfully very empty.
Waddling up to his room whilst cradling his gurgling, noisy belly, Josh plopped himself onto Blake’s bed and let the food coma take him away into dreamland.
Blake woke up to a clattering sound coming from his bathroom and a darkness from everywhere except the doorway. He was on his bed, but his skin felt somewhat sticky. Looking down at his heavily bloated belly, which no longer showed any signs of movement or life, Blake licked his lips and remembered what happened with a fondness that rarely people get the pleasure of experiencing. Walking out from the bathroom, a naked Josh’s silhouette appeared like an angel.
“Hey there, stud,” Josh teased, glancing down at Blake’s morning wood.
“Shut up,” Blake retorted, belching lazily.
Josh walked up and positioned himself above Blake, with his head directly above the small dome of his friend’s belly. “God, I felt so empty when I let you out. You made quick work of these guys, you know? You’re so greedy,” Josh complained.
“You’re one to talk—mmph!” Blake was cut off as Josh put a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a smile.
Josh poked Blake’s belly, listening to the sloshes and gurgles it elicited. The two were definitely fully digested by now. The clock on Blake’s bedside table read 1:21 AM, but somewhere along the lines, Blake must’ve woken up and belched out the guys’ IDs and golf clothes, judging by the slew of items on the floor. His own polo and khaki shorts were laying out on his desk chair, albeit a bit wrinkled and wet looking. Josh caught him looking there and coughed awkwardly.
“I tried burping them out so you wouldn’t have to buy a new outfit. There’s only a few holes,” the brother blushed.
“Thanks bro,” Blake belched.
Josh huffed and pressed his face into the soft warm flesh of Blake’s belly, letting himself sink into the squishy gut that usually held a set of rigid abs. Bringing his hands up, Josh rubs Blake’s belly slowly and methodically, helping Blake’s morning wood rise even higher and leaking out several drops of precum. Josh raised an eyebrow and turned himself so he was resting parallel to Blake.
With a hand caressing his brother’s belly, Josh mentioned, “Oh yeah, Michael came in here earlier.” Blake turned his head at the sudden mention of their frat’s president. “He told me to say that he’ll let this slide as I wasn’t the one who had the belly-full-of-pledge this time, but we seriously need to stop. And I’m a bad influence on you.”
Blake laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. Watching Josh rub his noisy belly process the last of its meal certainly was a bad influence. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Looking down, Blake noticed Josh’s cock also at full mast. Without a word, Blake leaned down and began to pump it slowly and methodically, hearing his best friend whimper and moan at his touch. Blake chuckled before moaning himself, feeling Josh grab hold of his own dick and begin stroking it slowly.
The two, after one of the most intense climaxes of their lives from just a handjob, fell asleep together, getting rest before planning out how to fit more delicious pledges—and maybe their president—into both of their greedy, noisy, hungry bellies.
The party had been an absolute rager, pretty much everybody from ESU and APT was here, which made it the biggest frat on campus in history. All orchestrated by Frank who is doing his rounds, getting major props for being a 19-year-old sophomore who just so happened to have connections to all of the major frats in the area. With a beer in his hand he gets a slight buzz on as he continues to move through the party. After chugging his beer in three huge gulps, he tosses it into the trash and makes its way back to the kitchen for another one. On his way he feels somebody tap him on the shoulder as he turns around.
"Yo?" It's the first word out of his mouth as he sees a nerdy little man with his own beer in his hand. He seems nervous for some reason as Frank lives in an eyebrow." Yo man, are you good?"
"I'm fine, my name is Jake, can I talk to you? It's important." He says as he looks up at the big sophomore. Wondering what on Earth he could be wanting, he decides to take him up on the offer as he walks Jake someplace private to speak to him." I have been seeing you around all year, at these kinds of parties. Wherever you go you have this pot belly on you."
Frank smiles as he slaps his belly and chuckles, it was true that his days of being a six pack abs of glory had turned into some soft pudge. Not that he really minded, he was having a lot of fun with that belly. Shaking it up and down for Jake causes the other man to blush and look down at his feet as they walk to one of the quieter parts of the house." Bro, this belly is amazing, like really good. I am surprised that you have noticed me all year. But you didn't walk me all the way over here to talk about my belly, right?"
"Uhm…. Well, I mean what I've really wanted to do is…" Jake is barely able to get the words out as he looks up at the Frat bro. Right when he is about to say something, Frank accidentally burps right in his face. The smell of beer and burger hits his face and causes his knees to go weak. Wiping his lips, Frank chuckles and looks at him.
"Whoops, my bad bro, what were you saying?" Frank asks before suddenly Jake decides to take the initiative and pushes himself up onto his tippy toes and into Frank's mouth. The Frat bro is caught off guard at first. Wondering what on Earth Jake was doing but apparently he was giving the Frat bro a free meal. Something that was definitely a first since coming here but he decided not to question it. Moaning as he takes in Jake's head and his shoulders while the other man continues to stuff himself down his throat. It's a little bit weird, all things considered but Jake tastes extraordinary to Frank.
Despite Jake still having his clothes on it did nothing to stop the flavor from reaching Frank's tongue who salivates a lot from the other man. Licking over that thin chest and abdomen, Frank makes short work of the young man's upper body as it enters into his throat. He tips his head back in order to really gain as much of his new meal as possible in a single gulp. He wasn't that big considering the fact that he was pretty nerdy and thin, but his taste at least was extraordinary. The nerd probably wanted to get eaten, trying to get him alone in an isolated part of the house so that he could get gobbled up by the frat boy. Not that Frank blamed him, in his mind that was what these nerds were for. Helping him create the pot belly that he was so attracted to in the first place.
Each powerful gulp manages to pack away more and more of the young man before eventually all that is left is just those wiggling legs. Frank does himself the service of taking off his shoes now and then continues with his meal. Swallowing him all the way down until eventually the only thing that is left are just those wiggling feet. He tips his head back one final time and reduces him to a bulge on his pot belly.
"Oh…. Fuck man, you were URRRRPPPP great! I didn't know that guys like you could- UPRRP- taste so well! Ahahaha fuck… UPRRP!" He finds that the recent edition of an entire man inside of his belly is utterly incredible, causing him to burp a whole lot as he smiles as he looks at the bulge he makes." Although I could definitely use a beer…."
He says as he walks back towards the kitchen and rubs over that fat belly of his. It was making his shirt ride up on him as he gave it a couple of slaps. He wondered why Jake had done that but from the motions inside of his belly, he could tell that he was enjoying it. Deciding that that was just what he had wanted, Frank feels pretty good about having downed the freshman easily. When he comes across his frat bros, he burps in their faces as it is even worse than the beer and burger flavor that he gave to Jake.
Eventually he gets to the kitchen and finds another beer, with one hand on his belly he begins to chug, feeling Jake getting more sluggish inside of his belly. Finishing it off with as much effort as he did eating Jake, he tosses it into the trash as he looks down at his bubbling belly.
"Fuck bro… URPP…. I did not think that you're going to do such a number on me but wow here we are. God damn… URPP…. I think I'm going to snuff you out now though, so hang on…" With a pound on his chest eventually he works up the the gas inside of his belly and burps up the last bit of air inside of his tank. Jake goes wild in his belly for a second before eventually settling down, the last thing that he pictures is Frank's hands rubbing over his wiggling form.
Frank gives his belly a playful slap before someone catches his attention and asks to pose for a picture. Little did they know that inside of that belly of his, was the last remains of the nerdy freshman who wanted to be inside there.
The only sound that could be heard from outside of the studio door was the collective groaning of four grown men with bellies practically filled to the brim. It had been a collaborative effort between Hasan Piker, Ludwig, and TMG's own Noel and Cody Ko. They had decided to binge on some of their stream volunteers that occasionally came to get swallowed on camera. All of whom were now resting in one of the four giant bellies that were sitting on top of their owners. Although it was very clear to the entire stream that some of the internet personalities could eat more than the others.
"Damn… I am stuffed. I literally don't think I could eat another guy." Ludwig says complaining as he rubs over his full tank. His belly was definitely the smallest out of four dudes in there. He had only managed three guys to get inside.
"Bro, that's all you can fit? Didn't realize you were such a lightweight, haha." Hasan teases Ludwig as he gives a slap to his own belly. Rubbing over the tanned dome, he had managed five, feeling all of them squirm weakly inside of him. Cody and Noel chuckle at the teasing while they caress their own bellies. Cody had managed to funnel down seven and Noel was still the undisputed king at nine. The teasing from Hasan and the laughter from Cody and Noel has Ludwig feeling embarrassed. And he is not about to let it go unpunished.
"Oh yeah? Actually, I think I can fit in one more. And it's going to be your scrumptious ass." Ludwig says as he stands up from his chair wobbling over to where Hasan was. Frankly Hasan did not believe him in the slightest, just letting him come right over. To his and to everyone else's surprise, Ludwig grabs him and opens up his mouth as wide as he can. Stuffing his head and his neck into his mouth in a gluttonous display of dominance.
"Holy- URRRRRRRPPP-Shit!" Cody comments as he watches the Turkish stud get devoured up to his shoulders and chest. They both thought that the belly would have been a challenge and for the most part it is. Ludwig has to spend a significant amount of time both restraining Hasan's arms and trying to get that fat dome down his mouth. Eventually after slathering it up enough with saliva, he crams it in with his hands. Big globs of saliva falling from his lips as he sends the twitch streamer down his throat.
Noel smiles watching as more and more of Hasan's gut Ludwig's fat lips eventually disappearing. Ludwig slaps Hasan's ass a few times, teasing him in return before cramming his ass and his legs in almost all at once. Eventually the only thing remaining are just those sneakers that are promptly taken off and then those big socked feet are swallowed. Ludwig groans as he falls to the floor, delirious as he rubs over his belly. "Yeahhh fuck you, Hasan. Ain't talking so big anymore are you?"
Noel looks over to see Cody's lips being licked over, eyeing Ludwig like a big prime steak, especially after swallowing Hasan." Are you still hungry, bro?" Noel says with a Sly smug as he heaves his bulk out of his chair. Having a little extra padding after the last time they binged.
"What? No dude, I am way too stuffed." Cody partly lies as he definitely could imagine having Ludwig in his belly, but not with this much food.
Noel however decides that if they were just going to be swallowing each other, that Cody should have the win for two reasons. One, because Noel ate him last time and ate him handily. Two, he thinks it would be hilarious to imagine what Cody would feel like after Noel feeds himself to him. Walking over to the rising belly that was Ludwig, Noel places a hand on top of the dome, feeling Hasan wiggle underneath it. This was gonna be good…
Smirking, he picks up those big feet that Ludwig has and begins to swallow him up. Cody is amazed that Noel could even fit that much inside of him and then have room for more. Gulping and swallowing up his big legs before getting to that gargantuan tank. Unlike Ludwig who had struggled trying to get Hasan's belly inside, Noel easily lubricates that tank's rim. It gently slips past his lips and stretches his cheeks out and possibly wide. The entire progeny of Ludwig's belly being gently tugged downward towards Noel's own mammoth tank. Cody watches as Ludwig's belly disappears into a bulge on Noel's throat and then just another indiscriminate bulge on Noel.
Because Noel had pinned ludwigs arms to his side, it was just that tasty upper half now. Munching lightly on his chest and shoulders, tasting what remains. Ludwig barely responds, too busy with his own belly to care about what's happening to himself. Slowly Noel polishes off his neck and shoulders before inevitably taking that final gulp and pushing him down." Fuck…. That was good." Noel says shutting his eyes as he feels Ludwig join the rest of the men in his gut. Smiling as he walks over to Cody who is drooling at the sight of Noel Infront, but is slightly nervous about the daunting task.
"Dude, I don't know if I can fit you down here." Cody says rubbing over his tank. Although the smile from Noel tells him that he is not going to get any sympathy.
Noel pushes his hands inside of Cody's mouth feeling the tongue squish underneath as Cody's body reflexively swallows them. Cody's eyes give Noel a mental fuck you as he begins to slurp up his forearms and then his biceps and the beginning of his head. He knows that he's going to be in for the long haul as his belly groans sensing food was on its way down. Getting Noel's head and shoulders in was the easy part, he takes the time to pleasurably suck on the chest, as if trying to delay the inevitable. Slathering Noel the best he could before he plays his both his hands on the side of Noel's mammoth tank. The sudden stop causes Noel to wiggle as if to tease Cody, trying to make this as hard as he can.
Grunting in effort, he begins the arduous and lovely motion of pushing Noel's tank into his mouth. His lips sliding over the bulges that shift inside Noel, including somewhere in there Ludwig and Hasan. Each gulp sends a little bit more down his mouth and throat, causing it to bulge. The little bit that was answering into Cody's belly felt like he was going to literally burst. Yet he continues the gluttony the best he can, groaning the entire way as his tongue tries to alleviate some of the effort. With his entire body sweating profusely and face practically red, Cody damn near gives up with Noel seemingly halfway down his throat. However, he gets a spark of hope when his tongue just manages to hook the upper part of Noel's belly button. Deciding to take it all in stride, he opens up his mouth as wide as he can, savagely swallowing what remains of Noel's gut.
Eventually Noel's mammoth belly slides all the way down into Cody's as the only thing left is just those plump butt legs. After the extreme effort of getting past the wrecking ball gut, he lazily slurps the rest of him down. Pausing just for a moment or two before tipping his head back, letting the feet slide and drop into his gut. Cody finally opens up his eyes to see that his belly is pretty much obscuring any view in front of him. Rubbing over it with a mixture of delirium and pain, he gives a small kiss to it.
"Ahhh fuck… damn you, Noel… I literally can't move." He says as he feels Noel continually shift inside as if to taunt or make fun of Cody. Eventually, the movement of his gut is too great as he's forced to let up a earth-shattering belch.
The bass and power of it is so great that it knocks down the door to the studio to clean off the hinges. Cody happily gives his got a few slaps for praise before eventually sleeping off the rest of the day as he begins to work on the many men trapped inside of his belly. What he did not know or could not see over his titanic belly is that, most of his prey's clothing was burped up all over the place. Including Hasan's chain right back in his seat, covered in slime.
(The long awaited Story is here, I hope you guys like it!) 😋
The late July sun beams down at the community pool, baking the residents of Apple Lake Community. Those that are loving it, throw themselves into the pool or get tan with the golden rays. Some are hiding beneath umbrellas, silently wishing that they could escape the heat and head back into the air conditioned homes. Today a couple by the name of Adonte and Carson are the perfect couple to represent both sides of the issue. Adonte is 6'0, dark skinned, lean, red speedo, and absolutely dreading the sun. Wanting little to do with it as he is underneath the shade wishing that this was over. Carson is 6'3, pale(trying to get a tan), muscular, blue Speedo, and enjoying every second that the sun is out. He was the one to suggest this and even had to persuade his boyfriend with the promise of some steamy time when they got back to come to the pool.
"Try not to be too miserable, there's only one more hour and then I promise we can go." Carson says with his eyes shut, his body laying directly in the sun. The only piece of fabric on his body was a blue Speedo that hardly covered his crotch. His bulge is almost completely visible inside of that skimpy clothing. Something that Carson knows Adonte completely enjoys, he peeked everyone in a while to see that he was looking at him. He gets a sigh in response as he hears some ruffling in their bag as Carson opens up and stares at his boyfriend." What are you looking for?"
"Some quarters, I think I'm just going to get a soda or something. Anything to help me beat the heat." Adonte says as he eventually fishes some quarters out and heads off leaving Carson to sunbath. Before he shuts his eyes, he catches a rather handsome individual in a pair of cactus Speedos walk by him before Carson again shuts his eyes. Lying in an unexpected sleep takes over Carson…
"... Fuck… he tasted delicious…" Are the first words that Carson hears upon waking up. Following that is a small burp as he looks up and finds the individual before staring down at him blocking the Sun. However something has definitely changed since then. Because once where a beautiful set of abs were supposed to be, was now a round belly, active and wobbling.
Instinctively Carson reaches a handout as if it was some bizarre ritual and runs his hand over the other man's belly. There was no reason that he could think of for it to be that large and so coping a feel felt like the least he could do. He wondered what on Earth he could have eaten that was so large and what was also causing his belly to move like that. If Carson listened too closely it almost sounded like it was Adonte's voice inside. The stranger certainly didn't seem to mind the impromptu belly rub as he pushes his belly out as if to get it rubbed more.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Carson says as the stranger flips his hat to the back as he puts a fist up to his mouth, suppressing a burp.
"Not at all and to be honest, I don't really care who you are bro. All I know is I saw you and your boyfriend. You-"
BWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPP!
A huge belch escapes his mouth, his fist doing nothing to stop it. Spittle hits Carson's face as well as something sticky onto his abs. His eyes shut the entire time as it almost resembled a roar rather than a burp. After it's over, the stranger wipes his mouth and lets out a small chuckle. Giving his belly a couple of happy slaps before looking down at Carson again." Sorry about that bro, by the way do you think you can hand that to me?"
Carson looks down to see what he was talking about, spotting a red Speedo that looked vaguely familiar. Unsure of why it flew right out of his mouth, he hands it back up to the stranger. They pluck it happily out of his hands and swallow it completely." Uhm, you were saying?"
"Oh, right! I meant to say that you and your boyfriend look delicious. So I decided to treat myself and you are next up, buddy." He says nonchalantly as he picks Carson off of the pool chair. The stunned man had no time to remark about how physically strong someone had to be to pick up someone his size like that. Because soon he was facing down an incredibly wide and pink maw that soon washes his face with a meaty sigh, smelling just like that burp. Then his face is squished up against that large tongue that covers him in saliva. Carson shuts his eyes for the sensation unsure of what to do, though it's not like he was going to see anything as he's pushed to the back of the throat. It becomes very tight all of a sudden as he is tugged downward.
Carson was under the vague impression that he was being eaten, feeling his neck being slurped right along with his shoulders. He felt as if he was too broad to eat, he was mistaken. In fact it was because he was broad, it seemed to motivate this hungry stranger even more. Shoving them in as he continues downwards, the throat squeezing with every gulp that sends him down. For a brief moment he thinks he hears the heartbeat of this hungry predator, but he could be imagining things.
His big beefy chest was taken in as his arms are pinned to his side useless to stop his descent. The pink organ slathers all over those two steaks that come in and flick at the nipple. A hungry gulp later and all eight of his abs are delicately munched on by those pearly white teeth. Carson can only imagine what this must look like from the outside, half a man was now out of this guy's mouth.
By the time his thick dick and muscular ass was being tasted, his head pushed through a muscular ring as he could vaguely see another person inside. The fact that he wasn't the only one was incredible, this man clearly was still hungry! Carson lets out a moan when his now erect cock was pushing on that blue fabric because of that teasing tongue. He really loses it and ends up creaming his Speedo when it moves on to his ass, teasing his taint.
Carson begins to fill out the stranger's belly, legs now kicking in the air useless as they are swallowed down. Crowding into the already occupied belly, his thighs and calves are short but delicious work for this predator. He can tell that they are enjoyed by the deep moans that he hears coming from him. The first occupant of the belly let out his own groam, but it was certainly not out of pleasure. Carson almost immediately recognizes that as he feels his feet being tickled. "Adonte?" And then with one more powerful gulp, all of Carson rests inside of the belly, evidently with his boyfriend.
"What happened? How did you end up here?" Carson asks, trying to get comfortable inside of the belly with his boyfriend. Those tight muscular walls do their best to squeeze the both of them together, making them contort rather uncomfortably.
"Well, I went to go get some quarters and that's when a hand reached out grabbed me. They ate my feet first." Adonte says as he continually shifts inside before eventually settling on curling right up next to his boyfriend. The both of them can feel the vague outline of hands running over them and the shifting motion of the body. Apparently the Predator was sitting down now, enjoying his gluttony." I knew we should have stayed home…"
Carson just grumbles a response as the two of them sit and stew inside of the man's gut. The two of them would not see daylight until long after they were digested by this poolside predator. A momentous burp stretches out across Apple Lake Community signaling the start of that. The only signs that Adonte and Carson were there?
A pair of slimy blue and red Speedos left on the pool chair.
Liam burped as he settled into his seat at the table. He felt the liquid remains of the twink from the gym rearrange inside his bloated gut, and he pushed a hand under his shirt to rub his abs.
He’d been flattered when the young guy approached him and freely offered up his body as protein. It’s not every day that you stumble into such quality meat. Of course he’d tried half-heartedly to talk the guy out of it, assuring him he had more to live for then adding to some stranger’s muscles. But the dude has seemed so adamant about “contributing to a better man” that Liam couldn’t find it in him to resist the temptation.
He chuckled and patted his belly as it gurgled wetly. From the look of things, Liam’s metabolism was making short work of his meal. And perhaps too effective; Liam would be surprised if the guy added more than a couple pounds of mass to his body. The rest of him was bound for the sewers.
Jack whimpered pathetically as the groaning, heaving walls of Ross’s belly kneaded and pressed him around in the tight, smelly space. He shuddered as a sizzling glob of digestive slime oozed out of a hidden orifice onto his shoulder and drizzled down his chest.
*buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp...* Ross belched lazily, watching his rounded stomach sway and lurch with little glorps and gurgles. “You almost done in there, dude?” he asked, bored and tired of the constant movement.
Jack shivered pleasurably, inexplicably turned on by his friend’s indifferent attitude. He couldn’t for the life of him explain why he wanted this with Ross of all people. He knew plenty of other guys who were Bette suited to the task: cockier, more aggressive, more dominant, more conventionally sexy. But there was just something about his longtime buddy that scratched a weird itch inside him even as it drove him crazy.
Ross just didn’t seem to really care. About...anything. When Jack had finally worked up the courage to ask him to eat him, Ross has just blinked at him with that same empty expression and said, “Ok, whatever.” Didn’t act disgusted, didn’t tease him or act excited or confused, didn’t even ask why. Just, “Ok, whatever.”
Jack let out a cry of pain as he felt his skin starting to burn. He could feel that light pressure of Ross’s hands resting against the bulge of his body from the outside. “I don’t wanna come out, I wanna stay,” he panted. “I wanna be your bellyfat, bro, I want you to churn me up. Fuck, I wanna be your shit, dude, I wanna be your shit!”
Ross hiccuped, gazing tiredly off at a poster on his wall as Jack squirmed inside of him. He pressed down on his stomach and forced out a thunderous belch. Jack spasmed violently for a prolonged moment, then went still. Ross looked boredly at his bloated, churning gut, picking lazily at his bellybutton. “Ok, I guess. Bye, Jack.” He reached over to grab his phone off the bedside table, opening it up to scroll through YouTube as his belly processed his former friend...
Xavier examined his taut, bloated belly with admiration. He could feel Ben shifting slightly inside, although there clearly wasn’t much room to maneuver. *buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr-uh-uuuuurrrrp...* Xavier let out a prolonged, droning belch, his mouth agape and tongue lolled out as his gut gurgled loudly at him.
He could hear muffled speech from beneath the skin and muscle, could feel the gentle pushing of Ben’s hands along the slimy interior of the stomach walls. The two friends had made their bet over a game of Mortal Kombat, best 2 out of 3. “What should the stakes be?” Ben had asked. Xavier had smiled and smacked his bare abs, a clear enough answer. Now here they were.
Xavier could tell by the more insistent pushing and swaying from inside that Ben was asking if Xavier intended to let him out or make a proper meal out of him. He answered in the simplest way he could, thumping his chest and letting out another long burp, expelling the rest of Ben’s air. His buddy struggled for a few moments then went still. Xavier patted his belly with a smile. He felt a bit bad (Ben probably would have let him out if he’d lost the bet, he thought), but he was looking forward to that gurgly pleasure of digesting his friend, something too good to pass up.
Keylo woke up with bleary eyes, groaning as an immediate rush of pain throbbed at his temples. He rubbed his head as he sat up, wincing as he felt the liquidy contents of his belly rearrange with a gurgly lurch. *buuurr-ooouuuuurrrraaaapp....* A warbling burp lumbered up from his gut, the flavor of meat and deodorant hitting his tongue in a bubble of air.
He stood up slowly, glancing down at the still-wet stain on the front of his baggy shorts. He couldn’t tell if it was because he’d pissed himself in his sleep or simply cum right in his boxers after gulping that freshman boy last night. Closing his eyes, he could still vaguely picture the guy’s face: teary, frightened, begging not to be eaten. Keylo chuckled, burping again and sighing in relief as some of the pressure in his belly eased.
The discomfort soon returned, however, as he felt the digested slop inside him settling lower, a pressure quickly mounting low in his bowels. “Time to drop the kids off at the pool, eh?” he joked out loud to no one, his laughter broken up by another throb from his headache. On his way down the hall, he grabbed a couple of Advil before making his way to the bathroom to dump and flush what remained of the unfortunate freshman.
The clanging and whirring of metal and machinery filled the air in the hot garage. Andrew wiped sweat from his brow, careful to use the backside of his forearm to avoid smudging his face with oil or grease. He squinted as he ducked under the car, shining a light to double check his initial examination. Satisfied, he grabbed a rag to wipe his hands and returned to the front of the shop where a very impatient, bespectacled young man in a tweedy suit jacket stood waiting.
“Well?” the man demanded, practically stamping his foot to highlight how very busy and important he was. “Took you long enough, so what’s wrong?”
Andrew tossed the rag down on the counter, turning his attention to a clipboard on the desk. “Front wheel struts are busted,” he said, making notes on the paper. “I can have ‘em replaced in a couple hours, but it’ll run you $700.”
The customer scoffed derisively, folding his arms across his chest. “Give me a fucking break! I’m not paying that. I know I probably look like an easy mark to a guy like you, but I’m not an idiot. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes. I want a fair price.”
Andrew looked up from the clipboard, his expression blankly unimpressed. “You’re welcome to take her in to other shops for a second opinion, although they’ll probably run you for more,” he said. “I won’t charge for the inspection.”
“I don’t have time to take it in somewhere else! I have a real fucking job and had to mark time off to deal with this shit today, and I want a fair price from *you*, dickhead!” The young man stepped closer to the desk, pushing his face into Andrew’s space and trying to seem intimidating although he was a good foot shorter and probably 1/3 of his size at best. “You hear what I’m saying, bro? You understand English? I. Want. A. Fair-“
His mockingly slow enunciation was abruptly cut off, turning into muffled yelling as Andrew dragged him across the desk and into his open mouth. *GLURK! *GUUULP!* Each swallow dragged the flailing man deeper into the suffocating darkness, disappearing down Andrew slick, wet gullet until:
*UUUUULLLLP!*
Andrew groaned, closing his eyes for a moment as he adjusted to the additional weight filling out his midsection. “Stupid asshole...” he muttered, tugging up his shirt to let his belly breathe as the young man thrashed and squirmed in a panic within him. He winced, snacking his lips distastefully as the taste of the tweed jacket lingered. You better not give me indigestion, you little shit.”
Thumping his chest, he let out a loud burp that echoed throughout the garage, spitting up a pair of glasses coated in digestive juices onto the desk.
Alex shifted in the dark as the slick, fleshy walls undulated and kneaded his body, compressing him into a tighter ball in the stinking depths of his roommate’s belly. A huff of breath forced its way out of his chest as the intense pressure of hands roaming and pressing along the outside of his devourer’s abs made the stomach sac clench viciously around him.
He blinked dazedly, his vision blurring as his breathing grew shallow and unsteady from the lack of clean air. Above the constant din of wet, squelching gurgles, he could hear the muffled noise of people laughing. One hell of a welcome to college, Alex thought sourly as a violent belch sent his remaining air rushing upward, sending him into oblivion.
Brody moaned weakly, barely able to move within the gurgling heat of Sean’s taut belly. He whimpered as the slimy, kneading folds of the other male’s stomach lining roughly squeezed and rubbed against his bare flesh. He would almost take the relentless full-body tingling sensation that had greeted him upon first being swallowed whole over the near total numbness he was experiencing now.
“Chelsea, please...” he moaned. “Baby, I love you, help me please...it was just a joke....”
Outside, Chelsea made a dramatic, prolonged hum, pretending to think about it before leaning down and blowing a raspberry against Sean’s bloated abs. *pbbbbbt!* “Nah, I don’t think so, babe! My daddy raised me with self respect, and no man is gonna get away with calling me a bitch, joke or not.” She giggled, pressing down on the bulge of her former boyfriend’s body and smiling as she heard his muffled groan in response. “Have fun being frat boy shit, loser!”
As she straightened up, she smiled as she looked into Sean’s glazed, unfocused eyes. He wasn’t her usual type; a bit too bro-ish, smelled like axe body spray and booze, probably not too bright. But he had a nice body and she wanted to celebrate dumping (and the future literal dumping of) her now-ex.
“Let’s go upstairs, big boy,” she said, winking as she rubbed his belly and took his hand, leading him towards the stairs.
Sean shrugged agreeably, letting out a crass belch. *BWAAAAUUUUUURRRRP!* “Yeah, cool.”
I knocked on the door, grasping the front of my shirt and fanning music with the loose fabric as I stood waiting. It was my first day in the dorms and they’d given me the wrong key. I was told to see Steve on the second floor about it (although I still wasn’t sure what was so funny about that, or why the sophomores who gave me directions kept snickering to each other as I was walking away).
The door opened and a ginger haired boy, probably a junior or senior, emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at me quizzically. “What’s up, man? I was about to hit the shower.”
“Oh, uh. You’re Steve, right? A couple of guys downstairs sent me to see you. Told me tell you Jason sent me, that you’d know what that means?”
Steve brightened, his face splitting into a beaming grin. “Aww, sweet! That’s awesome, dude. You look perfect for it, actually! Come here...”
I blinked in surprise as he crowded into my space, taking my wrist and guiding me along the hallway. “O-Oh, uh. Ok, I. Alright...”
******
The next day Steve frowned thoughtfully to himself, scrolling aimlessly through Twitter as he sat on the toilet, squeezing out his morning dump. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but that boy from yesterday sure had seem confused. Sure, he hadn’t put up much of a struggle when Steve stripped him down in the shower and fucked him up against the wall, but he’d squirmed a bit more than expected once Steve had started to swallow him down.
Steve rubbed the slight bloat to his belly, a thoughtful twist to his expression. He supposed it was possible Jason had been pulling pranks again, sending some poor dude up to see him under the guise of a hot willing meal. He shrugged, flushing the toilet as he finished his business. Well, it’s not like it mattered much now, even if it was a pretty mean prank.
When Kathy opened the door, she was hit immediately with the sounds of liquid churning, the gently bubbling noises of digesting meat rearranging itself as it was sloshed about in the depths of a roiling hot stomach. Her face flushed, heart skipping a beat. He’d really done...
Entering the room fully, she watched her husband Craig lying sprawled out on his back on the rumpled bedsheets, the mattress creaking under his bulk. His eyes were shut, mouth hanging open as a thin trail of drool dribbled down the side of his cheek. Beneath his twin pecs and their framing patch of lightly trimmed chest hair, his belly rose and fell before him in a bloated mound.
The ball of flesh and muscle looked both firm and soft and the same time, the skin taut, stretching his bellybutton into a near-slit shape. Kathy slowly sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to rest her hand on Craig’s stomach.
It had been her idea, of course. New man, new life. A clean slate, a chance to start over. Craig, ever the doting lover, has simply shrugged and said, “Whatever you want, babe” when she’d suggested it. She wondered what her son had thought when his stepdad suddenly wanted to spend time with him. Glancing around at the discarded clothes on the floor, she wondered what the boy had felt when Craig had stripped him down and swallowed him whole. Had he been afraid? Had he enjoyed it? Had Craig told him this was what she had asked for?
In any case, it was too late to ask him. Kathy gently prodded the warm bulge, eliciting a meaty gurgle. Another press made Craig mumble in his sleep, his eyebrows twitching into a frown before he let out a thunderous belch.
*ooooouuuuuaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaap...*
*BWAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRP!*
Kathy giggled and gave her husband’s tummy some well deserved rubs, slapping the wobbling bulge in farewell to he son. The boy was a part of the man now, just as he should be. She and Craig would make a new son now. Things were finally looking up.
Shawn stirred as my shadow fell across him, interrupting his nap as he slumped up against the wall. He blinked slowly, his brow furrowing into a slight frown as I shifted my weight to the side, exposing his face to the sun again. He lifted a hand against the light, squinting groggily up at me. “What’s up, man?” he mumbled. He blinked again, registering my nude state with a confused lack of comprehension.
I didn’t hesitate. I knew I’d have to take my the opportunity now before he woke up properly. Stepping forward, I pried his mouth open wide, shoving my head inside. Shawn’s tongue spasmed against my face, a gargled shout of surprise echoing loudly around me. I pressed my hands against both sides of my head and *pushed* forward, forcing the full length of my arms down his tight throat. Flexing my fingers I could already feel around into warm, slimy insides of his stomach.
I quickly pressed up off the ground on my toes, continuing my dive down Shawn’s throat. I felt a roaring rush of saliva swirl around my neck as he instinctively swallowed, gulping my head down into the squeezing, undulating passage. His tongue flailed around uselessly, licking into my armpits and across my chest. His hands gripped at my waist, trying to pull me out. But the powerful peristalsis of his throat was too strong, just as I’d hoped. And after a few intense minutes of noisy gulping, I found myself completely curled up in Shawn’s tight, stinking belly. I sighed happily as the flexing walls tightened around me, a bubble of air escaping upward in an involuntary burp.
*ooooOOOuuuUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAP!!*
I could hear Shawn speaking, though I couldn’t make out the words. I could feel his hands massaging me from the outside too. He didn’t sound very happy, but I supposed that was reasonable. I’d be pretty freaked out in his position too. He just needed some time to get used to the idea. I’m sure in the end, he’d come to enjoy the pleasure of digesting me.
I didn’t even bother to struggle as the slick, slimy stomach walls pressed in around me. It smelled awful in here, and the constant muffled chattering of the customers taking pictures and rubbing their friend’s belly was certainly annoying, but I couldn’t be bothered to care at this point.
In fairness to them, I’d been really late to take their offer, kinda standoffish, and they were pretty understanding and patient through everything. I could tell this one guy was getting annoyed, but he remained polite up until the point that I brought him the wrong dish. After that, well. I guess so deserved it.
*BUUUUUURRRRRAAAPP!*
I winced as a rumbling belch echoed all around me, my vision starting to blur as the stifled sounds of laughter and clapping resounded in the background of the constant gurgling surrounding me. My last thought before passing out, as I felt my devourer give his belly a satisfied pat, was that it was at least nice that I seemed to have been delicious and filling. Maybe that would make it up to him...
