Macro / Muscle & Facesit

Love Asses and swallow by a giant men

[little71]

[hamiltonlwilessuperbear]

[size-changes]

The morning light filtered through the cheap hotel curtains in that dingy downtown room, casting long shadows across the two queen beds. Alex and Jordan had been best friends since college—gym bros who pushed each other through heavy lifts, shared protein shakes, and crashed in the same room on every road trip. Last night had been no different: beers, dumb jokes, and passing out in their boxers after a late workout.

But when Alex stirred, something felt… wrong. His body ached in a way that wasn’t just from squats. He sat up—way up—and his head nearly brushed the ceiling fan. The room looked tiny. The bed creaked dangerously under his weight as he swung legs that were now tree-trunk thick down to the floor. He stared at his hands. Massive. Veined. Powerful.

“Jordan?” His voice boomed, deeper than before.

A tiny, muffled groan came from the other bed. Jordan rolled over, but instead of standing, he… climbed. The man who used to match Alex rep for rep in the gym was now barely two feet tall, his once-jacked physique shrunken into a perfectly proportioned, hyper-muscular little stud. His dark hair was tousled, his back still cut with deep ridges of muscle, but he looked like a living action figure.

“Holy shit,” Jordan squeaked, his voice high and breathless as he looked up—way up—at his friend. Alex had to be eight feet tall now, shirtless, his chest a wall of striated muscle, abs like cobblestones, and those gray sweatpants stretched obscenely over thighs thicker than Jordan’s entire torso. The drawstring hung loose, but the fabric clung to the heavy outline of a cock that had grown in perfect, terrifying proportion.

Alex’s heart hammered. He should’ve been panicking. Instead, heat flooded his groin as he stared down at his tiny buddy. “Dude… you’re so fucking small.”

Jordan’s face flushed. He stepped off the bed onto the carpet, craning his neck. From down here, Alex was a god—broad shoulders blocking the light, massive hands dangling at his sides, fingers thick enough to wrap around Jordan’s waist. Jordan’s own tiny cock twitched hard in his black boxer briefs. “And you’re… enormous. Fuck, look at you.”

The air thickened. Alex slowly stood, his head brushing the ceiling. The motion made his sweatpants slide lower on his hips, revealing the deep V of his obliques and the base of a thick, heavy shaft. Jordan walked forward until he was between Alex’s feet, staring straight up at the towering bulge.

“You’re hard,” Jordan whispered, voice shaky with arousal.

“Can’t help it,” Alex rumbled. He reached down, his huge hand engulfing Jordan’s entire upper body as he gently lifted him. Jordan gasped, legs dangling, but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he grabbed onto one thick finger, grinding his tiny erection against Alex’s palm.

Alex carried him over to the full-length mirror. The sight made them both groan. Alex’s reflection was obscene—eight feet of shredded muscle, veins popping, sweatpants tented like a circus tent. Tiny Jordan looked like a doll in his grip, muscular but helpless, his ass flexing as he squirmed.

“Put me down… against you,” Jordan begged.

Alex lowered him slowly until Jordan’s feet touched the waistband of those gray pants. The little man pressed his whole body against the massive cock straining beneath the fabric. It was thicker than his leg. Hot. Pulsing. Jordan moaned and rubbed himself up and down the length, arms wrapping as far as they could go around the shaft through the cloth.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alex growled. He peeled his sweatpants down with his free hand. His cock sprang out—eleven inches of thick, veiny meat, the head already slick. Jordan stared at it like it was a monument.

Jordan climbed. He used the ridges of Alex’s abs as handholds, scaling the giant’s body until he was straddling the base of that massive cock, his own tiny dick rubbing against the hot skin. Alex’s hand came up to support him, fingers cupping his ass and guiding him.

“Ride it,” Alex ordered, voice low and commanding.

Jordan did. He humped forward, grinding his entire body along the underside of Alex’s shaft, kissing and licking the pulsing vein that ran its length. Precum the size of his thumb leaked out, smearing across Jordan’s chest and abs as he worked. Alex stroked himself slowly with one hand, the motion sliding Jordan up and down like a toy.

“God, you’re so fucking tiny and perfect,” Alex panted. He lifted Jordan higher, pressing the little man’s face against his leaking slit. Jordan licked greedily, moaning as the salty fluid coated his tongue and chin.

Alex’s other hand moved behind Jordan, a single thick finger teasing between his firm little asscheeks. Jordan whimpered but pushed back, desperate. The finger—bigger than any cock he’d ever taken—pressed in slowly, stretching him open while he kept humping the giant dick in front of him.

They moved together like that, the giant and his shrunken buddy, lost in raw size difference lust. Alex’s breathing grew ragged. He lifted Jordan off his cock and brought him to his mouth, licking the little man’s entire torso with one broad stroke of his tongue, tasting sweat and precum. Jordan cried out, cumming hard across Alex’s lips in helpless spurts.

That pushed Alex over. He set Jordan back on his cock and stroked furiously. Rope after thick rope of cum erupted, painting Jordan’s chest, face, and hair, drenching him completely. The overflow splattered onto the carpet in heavy drops.

Panting, Alex lowered his spent little friend onto the bed, then collapsed beside him—careful not to crush him. Jordan lay there in a puddle of cum, grinning up at the ceiling-filling giant.

“So… round two after breakfast?” Jordan asked, voice hoarse.

Alex’s massive hand gently stroked down his tiny body. “We’re not leaving this room until we figure out how to make this permanent.”

He was already getting hard again.

[lkrmacro]

A new home for the tiny man

linktr.ee/lkrmacro

[semperidem227]

フェイスブック

Valentin Poupon

[muscleloverdude]

[stillfoodforguys]

I got a little to wild at a house party thrown by my handsome friend Nathan, who I was definitely flirting with way too forwardly after too may drinks. Although most people managed to make it home that night, I ended up passed out on his sofa, sensible enough to find a blanket before I stripped to my underwear and fell asleep.

The next morning, it was Nathan’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs that woke me. I strained out an unintelligible grunt as a greeting, but became more alert once I noticed most of his body was on show, just a pair of boxers and socks hiding very little from me. He joked about the thirsty comments I made to him last night, which made me think his lack of clothing was purposely to tease me even further.

Getting surprisingly close, Nathan joined me on the sofa by lying in the opposite direction to me, lifting up my legs and resting my feet on his shoulder while placing his own beside my head. He playfully rubbed my feet as he continued teasing me, something I would have questioned if his hands weren’t working absolute magic on my soles. It was having his own feet shoved in my face that made me react, his socks being soaked in what seemed like days worth of sweat. I recoiled slightly, but his scent of his musk hit my brain in an instant, only allowing me the thought that I desperately wanted more.

I started massaging and worshipping Nathan’s feet, unaware of how he had begun licking and tasting mine. He stopped to pull off his socks and toss them to me, which I scrambled to grab and hold over my face to keep inhaling his manly smell. Letting me enjoy my delirious state, he knelt on the floor and slipped off my pants to enjoy me fully. He slowly inserted my feet into his mouth, my soles sliding across his tongue as it guided my lower body into his gullet.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could feel the warmth and wetness spread across my body as Nathan’s body drew me deeper inside him. But nothing could distract me from savouring his musk, the effect even lasting after he snatched his socks away to swallow my arms along with my torso. It was only when his tongue wiped across my face that I finally snapped back to reality, followed by him pushing my saliva-coated head to the back of his throat and taking one final gulp.

Nathan’s entrancing scent was replaced by the humid, alcoholic atmosphere within his stomach, on account of all the beer he’d guzzled down the night before. Not that there was much space for air with my body tightly curled up inside, and what little remained was quickly burped out as my former friend took satisfaction in finishing his meal.

[tparker48]

Prompt: Can you make a unaware Fart story Male giant Female tiny

Request for Victor-hex and Ayosus

“Get your hands off me!” Maria writhed in the iron grasp of a worker.

The worker said nothing, traversing into the facility. The thin hallways expanded as they entered a white room, and towards a small vent huddled in the corner. The worker pulled a lever, hovering maria over the maw of the vent. The weight of the worker’ thumbs unfurled, butterflies twisting Maria's stomach.

“What’s this all about?!” Maria fumbled, clinging to the stitches of the worker’s gloved palm. “The flyer said to give you the password! Im a volunteer for the-”

The worker’s thumb broadsided her stomach, yanking her to the air with a careless flick. The walls of the vent funneled her peripheral, as she landed on a metal slide with a loud clunk. Her descent was brief, tumbling against a small cushion against the wall, he stumbled towards the slide, only for a metal panel to seal it behind its hull.

She turned her attention to the chamber, a white cubicle with no windows or doors. A single camera huddled in the top corner of the room, following Maria steps.

“Hello?” She said to the camera. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m volunteering to try out the live lube product!”

No response, save for the changing lens of the camera. She pulled the flyer from her back pocket, flipping the page front to back. No hidden note, no synchronized code. Then why weren’t they responding? Was it something she did? 

A chime rang through the room, an angular panel opening in the wall. Maria eyed the dark abyss inside, flickering red stripes trailing deeper inside.

Maria’s heart clenched. Playing ‘guess that door’ wasn’t ideal, but it was better than being stuck in this cubicle.

She stepped through, following the trail of lights to a connecting pathway. Another opening rested at the end of the trail, along with the sound of voices. She covered her eyes from the ceiling lights. A group of tiny folk filled the area, huddled around each other like an ant colony. 

A bottled symbol decorated a paneled door, the words ‘Live lube’ bolded beneath it. The company had recently opened, taking the sex market by storm. When a flyer in the mail offered the chance to take part in making history, Maria jumped at the opportunity. 

She eyed the crowd within the chamber. So many. Did they guess wrong at the entrance too?

“Oh! Another one.” A voice said, a lean man approached. “Have you come to volunteer your services? As well?”

“Y..yes. I followed the flyer I got in the mail here, but I think I guessed the wrong password.” Maria said.

“Ah, you guessed that too, ‘perrywinkle’ should’ve been it.” The lean said.

“Perrywinkle? So then it was correct. Then..” Maria glanced at the others. “Why’d they shrink us and throw us in a vent.” 

“Your guess is as good as ours.” they replied. “Haven’t said a word since they placed us here. But they said if we waited, they promised us a great reward.”

Maria's face puzzled. Reward?

A buzz rang through the room, latches unhinging from the walls. The floor began to move, dropping volunteers one by one into the maw of the abyss below. The floor tilted as it approached Maria, Her palms fumbling against the smooth wall, before she fell down a shaft.

It was a brief drop as she landed on a conveyor belt, the rubber tiles rattling beneath her feet.

“What kind of reward did they say we’d get?” Maria asked.

“They wouldn’t say.” The lean man said. “But according to the workers, it’ll change our lives like we never thought possible.” 

Whispers plagued the other volunteers, as the path followed down a narrow corridor.

“I bet it's a big check, a fitting reward for our efforts.” one volunteer said.

“No, it's a life supply of the product they're selling!” another volunteer said.

Maria listened to their conversation, their speculations growing more vibrant than the other. She figured there’d be something to contribute to their efforts. But a reward? The thought itself made her wonder. Could it be their name in history books? A grand resignation within their project?

The smell of silicone filled the air as they passed through a gate. A maze of machinery displayed before them, carrying other volunteers from passages in the walls. A canal of lube flowed beneath the conveyor belt, translucent waves rushing toward a whirlpool at a wall further upstream. 

Ahead, a large structure connected the twisted pathways. In bright, bold letters a sign loomed overhead: Fund room. 

Faces in the crowd lit with joy, praising the awarding opportunity with open arms.

Maria eyed the sign above. “The fund room? It looks so..Small.”

“Probably one of the lesser programs, but at least we made it.” The lean man brushed her shoulder. “Things are looking good for us, my friend. Just a little further, we’re all about to receive a fortune of a lifetime!”

Maria shared a brief glance with the man, easing her shoulders. Yeah, it seems all worked out the way it should.

A crowd of tinies cheered further ahead on the belt. A single red lamp flashed as the metal doors creaked open, beckoning the tinies inside like a beacon as the door sealed behind them. The machinery hummed to life, the green light above the panel flashing red.  

The tiny cheers muffled beyond the hull of the structure. Huh, whatever was inside must be a good reward.  

The metal wheels of the structure screeched, and a sulfuric smell filled a tank above the structure. It flowed into the walls, and the cheers of the volunteers inside grew louder. Along with..banging? 

A loud screech rang from the machine, the light flickered green, as the gate opened. The group inside was gone, replaced by murky puddles. Where..did they go?

Pipes rattled beneath the structure, murky fluid flowing through its length to the body of lube below. Her heart sank as she turned to the puddles at the gate. It can’t be. The machine turned them into-

“looks like it's our turn.” the lean man said. “I can’t wait to see what all the cheering was about.”

“Wait!” Maria grabbed the lean man’s shoulder. “I don’t think we should go in!”

“What?” the lean man said. “But the reward is just ahead.”

“N..no, Something is wrong with that machine! It turned those folks into lube!”

“Lube? My dear girl, whatever do you mean?”

Maria said nothing, instead tugged the man’s arm, pulling against the flow of the conveyor belt.

“W..wait! Where are we going?” the lean man asked.

“We need to get out of here before we’re turned into lube!” Maria said.

She rushed through the crowd of volunteers, clinging to the man’s hand. The conveyor belt slowed her speed, shoulders bumping against her side like curbs on a street, as she threw her weight past them.

“Don’t go towards the Gate!” She shouted, maneuvering past another volunteer. “They’re trying to turn you into lube!

Scrunched heads and puzzled faces met her plea, eyeing Maria as she ran between them. Remarks whispered beneath their breath, continuing towards the gate. Why aren’t they running?

“Dear girl please?” The man said. “ Let’s stop and talk this out!”

“There is no talking things out!” She shouted. “We have to-!”

One of the volunteers grazed her shoulder, throwing her off balance and to the edge of the conveyor belt. The lean man hurled alongside her, as she dangled over the flow of lube. 

“P-pull me up!” Maria palmed the man’s hand.

“I’m..trying!” The lean man said. 

She heaved as hard as she could, attempting to reach the edge, but gravity pulled at her, a burning sensation plaguing her arm. The conveyor belt returned them to the structure, a metal pillar rushing toward Maria.

Air rushed through her ears as it wiped her from the man’s grasp, plunging her into the canal below. A roaring tide engulfed her vision, spiraling as lukewarm waves wisped her away. 

She pierced the surface with a loud gasp. The metal structure grew distant, the lean man’s calls lost to the burbling fluid. She paddled against its current, but it was like swimming through concrete, the flow of lube slowing her strokes as it rushed to the far wall. 

A current gripped her body like a fist, as she swirled into its roaring maw of the whirlpool, and into a submerged pipe. She spiraled through the narrow tube, a tightness in her lungs as she was dragged through its labyrinth. 

She landed in a small container, splashing through the thick fluid. Her hands pierced its surface, and she gasped for air.

“Wha..Where am I?!” She yelled, paddling her legs for the bottom of the container beyond her reach. The hum of machinery rattled the container, a lid twisting over the opening until it kissed its shaded rim. “No! Someone! Let me out of this thing!”

She received no response, save for the wet sloshes of fluid surrounding her. 

Her stomach dropped as the container fell, tumbling into the assembly of other bottles along a rack. A pair of metal claws clamped upon the bottles wisping each into a slender box. They latched onto Maria’s, hurling the bottle into a papered container.

“Alright, the latest batch should be aboard!” A worker yelled beyond the package. “Ship this one out separately, a high demand customer’s waiting for a sample.”

 Maria paddled to keep herself afloat, banging against the glass. “Hey! Hey! You have to let me out! I’m in here!” 

No response. The purrs of a truck shook the package, a tidal wave of translucent fluid throwing her against the glass container. For minutes she continued her efforts to be known, hoping the worker outside would become curious and let her out. But that moment never came.

Minutes turned to hours as she sloshed around the bottle, her once wavy hair turned thin with the secretion of lube. The world shifted as the truck came to halt, the sound of steps filling the void. 

A loud knock boomed from outside, before a door creaked open. “I have a package for Mr. Leon?” the worker asked.

“That’s me.” Leon said. “Give the company my regards for letting me be the first to try this product.”

The door closed, the bottle swaying as it traversed into the unknown. Fingers severed the packaging, fetching the bottle.  A smooth face peered into the frame, a curious look puzzling his face. He looks so young. Is this..Mr. Leon? 

He hovered the glass closer, ogling the white label wrapped around the glass, Maria tried to speak, but the fluid fought against her, Weighing her limbs beneath its translucent surface.

“It’s a little smaller than I expected.” Leon said. “The presentation on Monday made it look like it was a jug.”

“Hey Slick!” another voice rang through the room. “Was that the package that just came? I’m aching to get started.”

Leon shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Always so impatient.”

He grabbed a box of chocolates from the counter. With the bottle in hand, he disappeared into a hallway. The interior was like an art gallery, paintings of swans decorating the walls and furniture. Light shined from the edge of the glass, as Leon stepped into a doorway. 

He entered a small room, a sculpture of a swan welcoming them against the walls. Along the mattress, a half naked man laid, rose petals cluttering the sheets like crumbs.

“There you are, I was starting to think you were getting cold feet.” The man said.

“Me getting cold feet? I hardly believe that when I'm with you, Kyle.”

Leon placed the bottle on the nightstand, greeting Kyle with a soft kiss. Maria banged against the glass, hoping to catch their attention, but received no response. Soft kisses morphed to firm grasps between the two men, shoveling petals over the edge of the mattress. Leon parted from Kyle, leaning into his chest.

“Keep kissing me like that and you’re gonna spoil me.” Leon mused.

“Even more than you are now? Heh, I’d never hear the end of it.” Kyle replied. “But I know something else that’s feeling spoiled.”

Kyle rolled the sheets from his body, a tent forming beneath his boxers. Leon gave Kyle a knowing look, and sighed.

“Now who’s the one being spoiled?” Leon mused.

The bottle shook as Leon plucked it from the nightstand, bringing it between himself and Kyle. Handing it to Kyle.

“Uh huh.” Kyle twirled a finger. “Be a sport and turn around for me.”

Leon's knees crunched along the wooled mattress, as he pulled his briefs to his calves. Round globes jiggled from beneath the fabric, joining together with a dry clap. His fingers ventured the lining of his crack, splaying them apart to reveal the tight pink pucker tucked between them. 

Its tender winks twisted Maria’s heart, forcing her gaze to a corner of the bottle. I shouldn’t be here! This is..This is too much!

Her gaze jerked to the mountainous ass, as Kyle brushed a palm along the ample mounds.

“I never get tired of this ass of yours.” Kyle compressed a cheek, its muscle bulging between his fingers. “Like holding a giant biscuit.”

“Don’t compare my ass to food, you gremlin.” Leon laughed.

“You are what you eat, they always say.” Kyle teased back, clasping the top of the bottle. “But your ass is way better than those frail breads.”

 His fingers clasped the lid, each twist pulling at Maria’s beating heart. The lid popped off, As Kyle swirled the pool of lube along the edge of the bottle. Maria clambered to the glass interior, only to be yanked away by a wave.

Leon bent over, splaying his cheeks to the air. “Try not to make a mess, it was hard to get the stuff out the last time.”

‘As tight as your ass is, I make no promises. Try to keep those farts of yours to simmer while we’re at it.” Kyle replied.

“Heh, I also make no promises.”

The flow of lube shifted to the opening, rushing to Kyle’s palm. Maria paddled as hard as her limbs could give, but found no traction, as she tumbled into the meaty palm guarding the opening. 

She wiped lube from her face, and her heart tightened at Leon’s backside hurtling toward her. Kyle’s palm spooned lube between Leon’s mounds, turning the dry muscle into a glistening landscape. Light flickered between his fingertips, as they pressed Maria into the tight kiss of the anus. 

A finger pried a corner of Leon’s pucker. A puff of sulfur rushed from the orifice like a dragon’s breath, causing tears to leak from her face. The finger pressed against, forcing a heated stream to his as they burned her sinuses.

“Wait-!” Maria began, the weight of Kyle's thumb smothered her between the rippling folds of Leon’s pucker, clogging the escaped gas. The trapped air filled her lungs, her body tightening to release it, only forit to be forced back in.

“Hmm? You say something?” Kyle asked.

“Mm! No..” Leon said,  holding an eager moan. “Probably just the neighbors.” 

Kyle’s touch were like rolling pins, kneading Maria across Leon’s anus. She expunged her lungs from the putrid gas, only for the salted folds of the pucker to roll into her mouth. 

Kyle shook his head. “Well they better keep it down, I don’t want the mood we got going on to turn cold.”

A large mass slithered between Maria’s legs, heat radiating her thighs. Maria peered over her shoulder, and there she saw it, Kyle’s cock as it swelled between Leon’s ass.  It was a tower of pure muscle, veins streaking along its length like lightning. It angled between her shoulder blades, casting her in its shadow. 

“Deep breath, Slick. I’m coming in.” Kyle said.

With a thrust, his cock forced Maria beyond the orifice, forcing air to hiss from its creases as it plunged into the depths of Leon. His rectum was like an oven, A heavy beat drummed through the doughy walls surrounding her, constricting her limbs as if she were coiled by a snake. Kyle’s cock pushed her into a meat pocket, pinning her beneath its bulk. 

Leon’s inside clenches, bubbles steaming Maria’s body as they crackled out the orifice like thunder.

“S..sto..” Maria tried to speak, cut off by the retracting flesh after each bubble.

“Mm! If I didn’t know any better I’d say your ass  has been yearning for me to fuck you again.” Kyle said between grunts. “It’s practically gripping me.”

“You’re one to talk.” Leon huffed. “You've gotten thinner since the last time. Don’t tell me you’re growing limp.”

 “Limp?” Kyle replied, honeyed by an eager groan. “I hardly began to lose my girth. Lemme show you.”

Kyle’s shaft moved through the tight space pace at a steady rhythm. The smooth tip pounced upon Maria, squeezing the last bit of fresh air from her lungs as they were replaced with the sour scent of musk.

Kyle’s thrusts tackled Maria, a concoction of mucus, pre, and lube marinating her body. Countless tries turned to desperate clammerings, as pools of fluid rushed to her side. Her limbs glided across the rectal walls, doughy flesh slipping from her grasp like butter. The drums of Kyle’s thrusts lingered beyond the collapsed walls, the cock’s oily tip wisping just along her fingertips.  

She palmed through the darkness, pressing against the stiffening walls to part them. Keep going. I..I have to get out of here!

“Fuck I never get tired of you opening me up.”Leon boomed through the chamber. “I want more of you in, fill me up, Kyle!”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Kyle replied. 

Kyle’s cock plowed through the tight space, its gummy touch crashing beneath Maria's feet. She kicked through the darkness, flesh slowing her blows like tar as they glossed over the cock. A suction gripped her leg, as the blubbered slit engulfed it.

She pawed against the shroomed head. No! Get it off me!

Kyle let out a groan, his cock bucking Maria from wall to wall. “Mmm! Didn’t think you had a rod waiting for me in there. It’s sending my cock into a frenzy.”

“Rod? I didn’t put anything up there.”

“Well whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t stop.” Kyle said. “I’m…getting close.”

Kyle’s thrusts intensified, shaking the narrow tunnel of muscle. Maria's stomach tightened, her vision spiraling as she rushed up and down the rectal chamber. Countless thrusts bombarded against her, pinning her against a tender bulb inside a pocket.

The cock’s slit choked around her thigh, spurts of seed bubbling over it. Its flow grew in size, a sheet of lukewarm liquid engulfing her waist.

Kyle roared, a fountain of seed erupting from his cock. The creamy stream shot Maria deeper into Leon, a suction taking a hold of her. She clawed to return to the way out, but found only the tight hugs of the rectal walls ensnaring her. 

She let out one final yell, before the surrounding muscle raced toward her, replaced by the bubbling of flatulence.

—----

The remaining spurts of seed Rippled Leon’s insides, leaving a sloshed sensation that tickled the tip of his G-spot. He laid dazed, embracing the plump cushion of Kyle's arm that draped over his shoulder.

“That felt good.” He huffed, sinking his weight against a pillow. 

Kyle leaned close, his breath wisping tickling the tip of Leon's ear.  “Told ya I wasn’t going limp.”

Kyle’s pulse drummed inside him, and Leon shuttered. “Fine, I admit it, I was wrong.”

“That’s a good boy.” Kyle said.

Kyle’s weight shifted, his cock brushing the corners of Leon's rectum. Leon curled his toes, as the thick appendage extracted from his pucker with a wet pop. He rolled onto his back, massaging his bloated abs. That was the best sex we’ve had in a while, I never felt so full.

He trailed his touch towards his waist, swirling around the round pressure above his pubic hair. A faint sensation twirled inside him, gyrating through his colon. He fondled over the sensation. Odd, that doesn't feel like a bubble?

“Something wrong, Slick?” Kyle asked.

“I don't know, I got this feeling that something's in there.” Leon said.

“Is that right?” Kyle said. “I think I know what it is.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..” Kyle eased his chin into Leon’s shoulder. “My seed.”

Leon rolled his eyes softly. “What a detective.”

The two of them chuckled, leaning into the headboard. Kyle’s touch circled along Leon’s stomach, riding the tender lumps of his abs.

“I wouldn't worry too much about it.” Kyle said. “It's probably just gas or something.”

Leon eased into Kyle’s embrace, his firm touch pressing against his stomach. The twisted sensation rose higher, squeezing into his intestines, before vanishing.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Leon said, letting the silence engulf him as the two of them went to sleep.

----------------

If you would like to support me, why not buy me a coffee. it would be greatly appreciated^^.

Buy TPWolf79 a Coffee

Become a supporter of TPWolf79 today!

[dragon86xxlman2]

Bogdan Shemakin

[anevvic]

Bogdan loves his muscular stomach. He touches it in every video. I love his stomach too. A pred's stomach is beautiful.

[mhouseofm2]

[whitemanburps]

It’s so hot when Ace accidentally farts on his subm and then tells him to l/ck his fartbox.

[mpreglover29]

[mpreglover29]

[bg2468]

[fatjockass]

[alphaabsorption]

When gyms get oversubscribed, some gym managers like to hire Elliott to help…make space for new clients. 10k goes into Elliott’s account and a week later the manager receives a message informing him that the gym client count is normal again and also evidence of Elliott’s work, or maybe it would be more appropriate to say the evidence of what shoving 20 meathead gym bros up your ass a day does for your muscle growth.

[santomozzarella]

Greedy bro can’t get enough but ran out of food.. you know what that means for you

[anevvic]

I like it

[crimsonwalker]

Late Night Study Snack

Ethan sat shirtless in his gaming chair, the soft glow of his laptop screen lighting up his toned chest and the slight curve of his belly. He was supposed to be studying for finals, but his focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.

His roommate, Liam, had made the mistake of coming into his room complaining about how loud Ethan’s music was while he was “trying to focus.”

Now Liam was halfway down Ethan’s throat.

GLUUURK.

Ethan’s eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as he swallowed again, one hand casually resting on his swelling stomach while the other scrolled through his notes. Liam’s head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethan’s neck that smoothly traveled downward.

“Mmmph—!?” Liam’s muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethan’s chest.

“Bro, chill out,” Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. “You’re the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.”

He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liam’s torso slid deeper, stretching Ethan’s throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethan’s belly surged outward, rounding nicely as more of his roommate packed inside. The laptop rested comfortably on top of the growing gut as it expanded.

Ethan let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his swelling stomach in slow circles while Liam kicked and squirmed inside. The clear outlines of elbows and knees pushed outward against the smooth skin of his belly before being pressed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

“Fuck… you’re actually pretty filling,” Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. “Keep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.”

His stomach gurgled loudly as it worked on claiming its meal. Ethan adjusted the laptop slightly higher on his rounded gut and continued typing, occasionally pausing to rub or slap the heavy, squirming orb in his lap.

Liam’s struggles were getting weaker by the minute. The acids were rising fast, turning the once-annoying roommate into nothing more than extra padding and nutrients.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand gently cradling the underside of his full, gurgling belly. He let out a long, deep belch that echoed in the quiet room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.”

He glanced down at his noticeably larger stomach with a satisfied smirk, gave it one last affectionate rub, and went back to studying like nothing had happened.

By the time he finished his assignment, Liam would be long gone — just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethan’s physique and some extra gas he’d have to deal with later.

Ethan smiled to himself, patting the heavy dome resting on his lap.