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…
Every day I drive down a hiking road after work, this is a Hotspot for bottoms who seek to be fucked, and I like to hunt for prey here.
There are always boys at the side of the street who are looking for a ride. When I see one that my cock likes, I stop besides them and ask them if they want to come with me. They just take one look at me and my body and instantly get in my car.
As we are driving to a parking lot nearby, I tell them to suck my dick. The boys always do what I tell them and even though we are driving, they bend over to my crotch and start sucking my at this point flaccid but still big dick.
This makes me really hard, sometimes this quick suck ends with the boys head disappearing in my cock head and slowly getting sucked down into my dick. This feels incredible, but it makes it difficult to drive. Someone sliding down my dick and wreaking havoc in my balls is distracting. But at that moment that the prey stops moving and my cock starts to churn them down, I just look at the unsuspecting faces of nearby drivers and pedestrians, who have no idea that someone is taking their last breaths right in front of them in my balls and it makes me so hard.
But most of that times I won’t let my dick eat them and let it Wait until I’m finished with the boys. As we are driving into the parking lot, I’m looking for a good place to fuck my victim. Then I drive to a fairly remote place where I stop and tell him to get out and come around to the driver seat door.
I open the door and tell them to suck me a bit more. When I’m close, I tell them to turn around and show me their ass. They do what I say, the boys always have really nice asses, sadly after I’m finished with them, they won’t be able to use them again.
Because these boys get fucked almost every day, their hole is pretty loose, but that doesn’t mean loose enough for my now hard 10’ cock.
It probably hurts a bit when I enter their holes, but they don’t say anything because they are happy that someone as good-looking as me fucks them. I’m pretty rough, so they have to get used to my cock and speed.
After some time I unload gallons of cum in them, the last remains of my last hunt. I flood their hole do much, that their lean belly starts to bloat, but that’s not important at the moment. At this point the boy probably came too, but I don’t really care.
After I’m finished with their cum dripping hole my cock gets to work. It grabs their feed and takes more and more of its snack in it. The boys often don’t realize what’s happening to them, until my cock is up to their bloated belly. At that point they start to panic and try to hit me or do something against my cock. But always to no avail as my cock just eats more and more of its snack down. I always take one last look at them and let them see me in the eyes, as I push their head down into my cock.
The boys are completely helpless and slide effortlessly into my balls. There they often just give in into their fate as prey for a better male and stop resisting.
I wait for a bit for the churning process to start, so they get small enough for my Jeans and then tug them in. As I’m driving home more and more of them gets churned into cum. When I arrive at my door nothing of them is left but cum, to fuck into the prey the next day. 😈🍆
The hot air blew on my face, and a pungent smell filled my nostrils. I felt a couple droplets hit my forehead and cheeks, wet and sticky.
In front of me sat a predator satisfied with his meal. His lips curled into a grin as he slapped the side of his gut. “Now that’s how you do it.”
The belly was warm as I pressed my hand to it. Gone was the smooth roundness of his gut that I had known before, replaced by a multitude of odd bulges.
The man inside had struggled for only a moment, though all had now gone still. Dead weight.
Loud groans began to emanate from inside him. In awe, I watched as his belly started to shrink before my eyes. “Woah.”
“Yea, buddy. I got a fast metabolism. UURP.”
The predator raised a fist and punched his gut a couple times. I could hear the sound of snapping and popping coming from inside, breaking apart the skeleton of his prey. The man inside was nothing but food, now.
All I could do was watch, enthralled. Before I even knew it, my hands were rubbing circles around his shrinking gut. The hairy man smiled at me, pleased.
“Enjoy it while you can, bud. That’s gonna be you soon.”
I looked up at him, a blush creeping across my face. “Really?”
“Yep.” He patted his belly. “You’re gonna be melted down inside me, just like your little friend here. Then I’ll shit the both of you out, together, tomorrow morning. I’ll be fat and happy, and you’ll be another inch around my gut. Capiche?”
I leaned over, kissing his belly button. “Yes, Sir.”
By the end of the night, I’d be nothing but mush. Just as I wanted.
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