Mark gave a deep thick gulp, sending the last of his latest meal down into his waiting stomach. Zack, a hookup he'd met up with online, curled up, audibly moaning and twitching, into Mark's formerly hungry belly, which now bulged hugely in front of him, its surface writhing with the motion of the eager college boy inside it.
A voice, faint and muffled, came from within Mark's furry belly, the words gasped and hitching with the boy's arousal. "Please remember...oh god, oh god, Don't forget the address...oooooohhhh."
The boy's last words ended in an ecstatic moan as the acid of Mark's stomach began burning Zack's skin. But judging by the rhythmic twitching that followed, Zack was enjoying being digested just as much as he said he would when he was still a person desperately explaining to Mark why he needed to end up inside Mark's stomach.
Something bubbled and a thick meaty BUUUAAARRRP echoed up from the depths of Mark's belly, catching him off guard. It tasted thickly of cum.
Mark chuckled to himself and began to rub the now still bulge in his belly. Clearly Zack had gone out on a soaring final orgasm. And now that he was comfortably dead, what was left of him had begun to gently gurgle.
But this was only part of the bargain. Mark heaved his engorged belly over to the kitchen counter where a piece of paper bearing the last things Zack had ever written sat. It was just an address, a time, and a name.
Mark belched again and idly rubbed his belly as he mentally assembled an itinerary. It started in about three hours and it would take only 20 minutes to get there. So he had time to relax and get started on digesting Zack before he needed to leave.
He wobbled over to the couch, his huge weight eliciting some shrieks of protest from the springs, and sat back. As always, he began to get overwhelmed with the reality of what he'd just done and what was inside him.
As the bubbling gurgle of initial digestion began to grow louder, Mark put both hands on either side of his huge hairy belly and began to rub in slow circles, coaxing out a few more thick belches that tasted not just of cum, but of meat. The taste sent him over the edge as always, and he began twitching as he pumped a thick creamy load of cum into his briefs. The orgasm shot through him, electrifying every vein and bone in his body so that when he was finally done, his briefs soaked and sticky, he felt like he never needed to move again.
But of course he had a promise to keep.
The venue was unassuming, one of those community convention centres that can manage a single wedding or event at a time. This time, it was a family reunion. Zack's family reunion, to be exact. And there was someone he needed to find.
The crowd wasn't big, so thankfully he'd only needed to ask one person what he needed before he was directed to the person in question, a depressed looking middle aged man hanging out by the drink table. He was handsome in a "scruffy college professor" kind of way, and though he seemed in decent shape, he had the beginning of a potbelly stretching out the bottom of his brown shirt.
As Mark approached him, the man's eyes had bugged out somewhat and Mark was delighted to notice that his gaze was firmly on Mark's still visibly full belly. A second later, the man caught himself and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it," Mark said casually. "It gets a lot of stares."
"I...okay." The man seemed bewildered, but Mark noted that he didn't recoil.
"I'm Mark. I'm a friend of Zack's."
The man started somewhat. "Oh, I'm Zack's dad." He hesitated, then held out a hand. "I'm Ben."
Mark shook it, noting Ben's firm grip despite his wilted posture.
"Actually, have you seen Zack recently?" The man asked.
Mark felt a part of Zack shift in his stomach. "I ran into him earlier today," Mark said, shifting his weight so the digesting bulk of Zack audibly glorped inside him. "He mentioned that he was going to this get together. Wanted me to let you know he might be a bit delayed."
Ben relaxed a bit. "Oh, so he is coming. Good." He toyed with his hands a moment before adding, "I was worried he wouldn't. We...had an awkward moment a couple days ago."
Mark fought back a knowing smile. Zack had explained what that moment was before he'd been eaten, and it had intrigued Mark enough that he'd agreed to make this little jaunt, even with a full stomach.
"Who knows," Mark said, trying to keep excitement out of his voice, "maybe Zack's here, already, and you just haven't run into him, yet."
Ben looked around at that, scanning the room with a look like apprehension. But then, a sound broke the silence and pulled Ben's attention away.
Mark gave a sheepish grin and patted his belly. "It's working on lunch. Sorry."
Ben stared with a look that was almost longing for a few seconds as the digestion process kicked into high gear and Mark's intestines started pulling large chunks of partially digested Zack into his hungry guts, unwilling to wait on his stomach to finish breaking Zack down.
"Are...are you feeling okay? It sounds...loud." Knowing what to look for, Mark spotted a twitch as Ben began pitching a tent in his pants.
Mark shrugged. "I feel okay, but I could use a belly rub. But you probably wouldn't be into that, I imagine."
A glance down confirmed that Ben was in fact into it. But Mark waited until Ben's brain caught up with the now very visible bulge in his pants.
"Is...would that be okay? I mean..."
Another loud glorp from Mark's belly pushed Ben to take the leap and he led Mark to a side room that thankfully had a locked door. Ben held back slightly, holding his hands around his chest as though Mark were a bomb that could go off any second.
Mark pulled up his shirt and patted his furry belly and chuckled, his voice gentle. "I don't mind if you rub it. Honestly."
Ben reached out and gently touched Mark's belly. By now, the processing of Ben's son had kicked into high gear and the constant wet churning and gurgling filled the room. Ben's breathing hitched and the tent in his pants grew more insistent, the bulge of his enthusiastic penis now sticking straight out in front of him, the fabric straining.
Mark took the plunge. "Do you...like that?"
Ben looked dazed, delirious, and aroused to the point of distraction. When he did speak, his hand slowly traversing the round slope of Ben's belly, his voice was slightly choked and breathless. "I love those noises so much."
Mark tried to hide a knowing smile. "Nothing wrong with that. I do, too."
Ben looked confused. "You do?"
Mark nodded. "Yeah, I do. I love eating big meals and then getting to enjoy the slow process of making them a part of my belly. It feels good." At that, another loud wet rolling series of gurgles moved through Mark's belly as more chunks of Zach were folded greedily into his intestines. Mark felt Ben's hand shudder as he felt the movement.
"Oh god," Ben said, his face immediately flushing. He tensed suddenly and then bent forward at the waist slightly. Mark looked down and saw the other man's bulge pulsing through the fabric as a wet spot bloomed on the khaki fabric, spreading as Ben's unexpected cumload filled the front of his pants. Mark reached out and placed a firm hand on Ben's shoulder to steady him as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked through him.
Ben's face was red and flushed, but his expression suddenly looked pained. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I wasn't expecting..."
"You're okay," Mark said, smiling and putting a big hand on Ben's shoulder. "Seriously. And I hope this isn't wrong to say, but, Zack told me about...what you and him talked about."
Ben's eyes widened. "He told you that?"
"He was okay with it! I promise."
Ben sagged somewhat. "I shouldn't have been talking about it with him. He told you how it started, right?"
Mark nodded, recalling his last conversation with Zack before the young man had eagerly fed himself to Mark.
Zack had been visiting his dad, and they had been watching some horror movie with cheesy effects. At one point, a huge bulging monster appeared and swallowed the male main character whole. Without thinking, Zack had said, "Oh man, I'm jealous of that guy."
Ben had asked what he meant, eyes wide and his cock stirring in his shorts. Zack had tried to brush it off, but after some prodding, had admitted that he sometimes wished he could get swallowed whole like that and just digest away in someone's belly.
Ben, who had had those exact same fantasies since he was young had quietly admitted that he'd love that, too. And then, when they'd noticed that they were both pitching tents, they'd rewinded the movie and then then had masturbated together, cumming simultaneously as the poor hapless guy vanished forever into the monster's hungry belly.
Zack had just cum on his shirt, but Ben had kept his cock in his pants, leading to a huge wet spot as the biggest cumload he'd ever produced soaked into the fabric.
He'd felt intently guilty not just for jerking off with his son like that, but for admitting something so personal. Zack hadn't minded, but Bn had been so weird about it that he never brought it up again, and any time anyone had even tangentially mentioned bellies or eating or anything like that, Ben had tensed up.
Mark decided that he didn't want to tell Ben where Zack was right now and what he was currently doing, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ben wasn't leaving this room alive.
"Hey, so...if...if you had the chance to make that happen. Be swallowed, I mean. Would you?"
Ben gave him an odd look. "Surely it's just a fantasy, though, right?"
Mark took the plunge and fully removed his button-up shirt, baring his massive gurgling belly. "I mean," he said, slapping a hand against the side of the huge hairy orb. "I could help you with that."
"You mean...your...stomach?" Ben's voice croaked on that last word, overcome with a wave of sudden possibilities, and the thoughts that came with them.
Mark smiled. "How about I get you where you belong?"
Ben moved forward as if in a trance, placed both hands in either side of Mark's gut, and rubbed slowly, mesmerized by the size, the heft, and the hairy masculinity of it. Zack continued to loudly process inside, though most of his bulk was now making its way through his churning intestines, bubbling away in Mark's lower belly. His stomach was free and eager for another meal.
Silently, Ben began to strip, peeling off his shirt and stepping out of his cum-stained khakis. His body was delicious, somewhat muscular but sporting a juicy potbelly dusted lightly with fur. After he pulled off his shoes, socks, and cum-drenched underwear, he looked up and met Mark's eyes, his expression eager and resigned.
Mark took him up and enjoyed swallowing him slowly, deep rhythmic gulps pulling the other man gradually down his throat, his tongue exploring his meal's body as he ingested Ben. His meal didn't fight, but moaned and writhed as he was drawn deeper and deeper down.
Chest, then belly, then cock, then thighs. Ben felt incredible as he entered Mark's digestive tract. Each gulp moved with a slow and steady rhythm, inevitable, permanent, satisfying.
Mark moaned around his mouthful as his stomach began opening up to welcome the newest inhabitant into Mark's body.
Mark pulled Ben's torso into his stomach, his mouth closing as Ben's calves and then feet disappeared into his mouth.
Having fully ingested Ben, Mark tilted his head up and gave a deep resonant GLLLULLLP and Ben settled down into Mark's stomach, his belly now bulging out hugely around his latest meal.
Mark began immediately belching over and over, eager to empty his stomach of air as fast as possible, each tasting of sweat and cum.
"I'll make sure you go quickly," he sighed, patting his now squirming belly as Ben suffocated and died inside him. But right before the movements slowed to nothing, he felt a series of twitches and a choked moaning as Ben went out the way his son had, cumming like a fountain moments before succumbing to Mark's stomach.
Mark enjoyed the thick cum-flavoured belch that followed as Ben met eternity in his belly.
Mark slowly ran his hands over his gut, enjoying the protuberances and shapes of what had used to be Ben, stretching out his skin. "We can't have anyone notice this, now can we?" he said, heaving himself to his feet.
Making his way to a solid column against the wall, he crushed his full belly against the immovable surface over and over, the bones snapping and cracking inside, pulping the body and making it ready for a fast digestion.
When he was done, his belly was still massively swollen, but at least it was round like a beachball again.
He patted his gut and laughed. "Two generations of men digesting in the same belly. Both got what they wanted." He burped again. "And now I need to make a discrete exit."
Finding a back door exit, he disposed of Ben's clothes in the trash and then made his way back to his car to head home.
"And this time," he said, as his stomach began gurgling again, "I'm going to get to enjoy digesting you."