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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.

Perfect.

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.

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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.

He started to drool.

"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.

Gluurk.

Gluuuulp!

GLUUUUULP

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."

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A man - or at least what once was one - lays chained to the padded floor of his cell, arms spread wide, eyes blindfolded.

Footsteps come from down the hall and he shifts, knowing what is coming. He can't see, but he hears the door to his cell swing open, the panicked cries of another man, and the sound of a guard struggling to control him.

For years they've had him down here, cleaning up every royal mistake, brutal killer, and foreign delegation that failed to negotiate peace. At first it horrified him, his body used against his will, treated like a living meat grinder. But then the feeling of being so unnaturally full, so painfully stuffed he could hardly stand it became familiar, and after he found pleasure in the pain he knew that even if he escaped, he could never go back.

The struggle in front of him intensified. Voices raised, shoving, a different voice asking for mercy as the man felt warm, unwilling hands pressed against his face. He opened wide and began swallowing when he felt the fingers in his mouth. As he gulped, he felt metal slide through his lips.

"You're going down with me," one of the voices shouted at the other. A second hand was forced into his mouth and again he gulped, gripping both like steel with his powerful throat.

More struggling shook him as he continued to swallow, the cold taste of metal and some kind of fabric both passing down his throat at once. He let out a low moan, his throat far fuller than usual. His belly was going to be so full.

As he gulped, the heads slid down his throat as both men continued to struggle, against each other and against him. As the second shoulder made its way into his mouth, he slowed. This was far, far larger than anything he had ever swallowed all at once before, and swallowing became harder. He shook his body, trying to position just right. A few hard swallows later, and the widest part of both of them had slipped in, slowing inching towards his stomach.

Both men still flailed as he continued to drag them in. Footsteps down the hall got his attention - barely - as he continued to scarf down his meal. The door flew open as he gave another gulp, feeling the chests of his dinner passing down his jaws.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" a voice yelled out.

He felt a sudden tug as the metallic man was yanked hard from the outside. His throat gripped the fresh meat like a vice and he gave another swallow, pulling his meal further into his belly. No one was going to take away his dinner.

Two voices shouted in front of him as he gave a few more gulps. The pulling grew harder, but the grip of his esophagus was tighter than any chain the crown had to offer.

"I just need a better grip!" he heard one of the voices yell. As the other voice shouted in protest he felt fingers in his mouth again and gave another gulp. The waist of both men slid into his mouth, along with another hand.

"Pull me! PULL ME!" he heard the voice shout again. Instinctively, he gave a few gulps, pulling the hand in past the wrist and clamping down tightly. The new voice screamed in panic as he tried to pull back, but to no avail.

The man kept swallowing, feeling the thighs of his first course slide down his gullet and the forearm of his dessert slide deeper in. Footsteps ran down the hall away from his cell as he swallowed again, the knees of the first two men sliding into his throat.

He felt a hand pushing against his face in a desperate bid for survival. The man was trying to push against his face to get him to release, but in return he only swallowed harder and faster. Calves and ankles passed his lips as he swallowed, the original meal rapidly dumping into his stomach, still alive and angrily fighting one another. As the feet of his original meal disappeared down his throat, his new meal continued his struggle, begging for help as his head entered the hungry man's jaws.

He could feel the struggling in his stomach as the voice of the man he was still gulping down became muffled by his stomach. With a few powerful swallows, he felt the man's shoulders slide into his throat, followed by the metallic surface of his torso. His recently-loosened throat was eager and ready for the meal, dragging him down quickly past his waist.

Several sets of footsteps echoed down the hall and the door flung open once more, with several men entering the room together. Several of them shouted and he felt his meal being tugged hard. His throat was far stronger and only continued to pull the man in, his knees sliding down his throat at a rapid pace. With a few powerful gulps, the man pulled his meal's ankles into his mouth as a commanding voice from across the room shouted.

"Stop! Get back! It's too late, we can do nothing here."

As the pulling stopped, he gave a few more gulps and the man's feet disappeared down his throat. The third man settled into his stomach, the sensation of three men in his stomach bringing him very close to the edge. As they struggled, he let out a soft moan, the sensation impossible to ignore. His cock twitched and dripped at the feeling, and as he let out a long, low belch he felt himself start to shoot on the floor. His belch shifted into a gutteral moan as he heard the guards in the room shift uneasily.

"This is why we bring the guilty in with three guards," the voice said in an exhausted tone, "and why you are not supposed to try to pull anyone out if the get stuck. We can't help them now, everyone leave."

Somber footsteps echoed down the wall as his stomach began to churn. The three men inside of his stomach let out muffled cries for help to an empty room as the walls around them began to excrete large quantities of acid, dousing their skin as the painfully strong stomach walls squeezed them like a vice.

The man rested on his stomach, the shuffling and churning inside making him tired and satisfied.

As hours passed, the struggling stopped, and the solid feel of their bodies had softened. He could hear the sound of metal knocking together - the sound of his belly emptying the metal shells inside of him. His stomach let out wet, low groans as it dumped the thick nutrient paste into his intestines, the distribution of weight changing rapidly in his body. He leaned his head on his full, sloshy belly and started to fall asleep.

He woke the next morning to awful indigestion. His stomach was empty, the men fully absorbed into his body, but the metal of their armor remained. He heard footsteps down the hall as he heaved, each piece of armor making its way up one at a time and landing on the floor with a dull clatter. Helmets, braces, parts of the chestplate, one at a time he heaved up the slimy metal shells of his jailers.

He heard the cell door open just as the final and most difficult piece - a metal helmet - finally game popping out of his throat and clanging on the ground, rolling in the direction of the door.

"Oh fuck..." he heard a voice whisper.

"Yeah, less than a day," another replied.

"Do you think there's anything left?"

"No," the other voice said, the sound of the helmet being kicked echoing on the walls, "mark it down."

He heard the sound of someone scratching into the stone, a ritual of the guards every time one of their own was lost to him.

He sighed deeply before letting out a low belch. The only thing he wanted more than the feeling of live meat in his belly was to know how many lines were on that wall.

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After traveling to the next state to attend his sister's funeral and see to some of her affairs (and a bit of revenge), Garth drove home to his normal life as an upstanding (and occasionally predatory) firefighter. The 6'7", 300lb hairy brown bear of a man spent 2/3rds of his time at the firehouse with his crew, and the rest relaxing at home and keeping active. One new thing in his life was Adam. His former brother-in-law had given Garth his phone number after the funeral. At first, they only conversed for the purpose of handling arrangements, but soon enough they were having a facetime call every week. Adam needed a friend after his loss, someone who'd loved Sara as much as he had, and Garth wanted to hear what his sister had been like after their slow estrangement, as well as stories and pictures of his cute, delicious-looking nephew Ryan.

The tone of their calls had a subtle shift the first time Garth had been on camera shirtless. He was incredibly hairy all over his powerful chest, arms, shoulders, and back, and he noticed that Adam's eyes kept getting drawn to his furry gut. Conversations started to move more towards Adam's new dating life as a bisexual single dad, and Garth's adventures as an admittedly whorish gay bachelor. Soon they were both shirtless during their calls, with Garth admiring the smaller man's body too; Adam was a respectable 6', 180lb with only a dusting of black chest hair and a fuzzy treasure trail, and as the widower got back into working out some definition started to show. Despite their mutual attraction, their facetimes managed to maintain respectful boundaries up until the first time Garth answered the call with a rookie digesting in his belly.

The unlucky kid had shown up for his first day at the station and found Garth doing an equipment check on one of the trucks. Bare-chested and wearing only his yellow suspender pants, the bearish predator had turned to look the new recruit up and down. The slim black man had looked to be about 22 years old, with a runner's build. It'd been effortless to offer the guy a look inside the firetruck he'd be assigned to, which had quickly led to the man getting unwilling assigned to Garth's gut. It wasn't the first time the hirsute man had enjoyed a struggling meal at his place of work, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The predator wouldn't even need to cover anything up; he could just say the recruit had never shown up. He'd gulped the rookie headfirst, enjoying the vibrations of the screams and squirms on the way down his throat and chest towards his killer stomach. Just as the last tasty bit of black man passed down his throat, his phone made the chime for a facetime call.

Leaning back against the firetruck's bench seat with the pile of clothing next to him, Garth saw it was Adam calling. Initially he was going to decline it, before his horned-up brain decided on a bolder plan of action: he accepted the call. He was freeballing in his suspenders, and was already leaking precum from the combo of feeble struggles in his gut and taking a video call while actively snuffing out a promising young man. As the videos popped onto the screen, he kept his own frame centered on his furry bare chest and bearded face. Adam had set his phone on its stand in landscape mode so Garth could see the father's whole body (wearing only a pair of black boxers) laying on his bed and looking into the camera. As they traded the usual pleasantries and tales of their respective weeks, Garth was stroking himself over his pants, turned on by sexy body of Adam and the just-audible screams of the doomed rookie.

It was an explosive belch (stealing the young man's remaining air away) that caused the phone to slip out of the fireman's grip and drop to the floor of the firetruck with the camera facing up. Garth immediately reached to pick up the phone, but the camera was pointing right at his bloated gut as the suffocating man pressed harder than any previous struggle, and the outline of a screaming face and hands showed up against the taut skin of his hairy stomach. "Wha... what IS THAT!?" barked Adam in surprise at the view. By now getting the camera pointed back at his face, the older man played innocent, replying "What was what?" but unable to keep a smirk off his face. For an undetermined amount of time Adam didn't say anything, just processing what he thought he'd seen while he felt his heartrate speed up.

"Would you... would you point your camera down a bit?"

Garth considered what to do for a moment before turning his phone into landscape mode and slowly lowered it. Adam got a view that he'd normally save in his mental spank bank of his (ex-)brother-in-law panning down his muscular pecs. Then it continued down to an obviously squirming stomach, a massive erection tenting the suspenders, and a bundle of discarded clothes partially in view but obviously too small for the giant man. There was no denying what Adam was witnessing: the outlines of hands and feet pressed out against the fireman's gut in a panic, but slowing down; the churning noises emitting out just barely failed to cover the sound of a man screaming for help. Garth kept the camera still, letting the young father witness as the struggles slowed almost to a stop before swallowing down fresh air. With the camera pointed at the gut's renewed squirming, Adam couldn't see the malicious grin spread across the predator's face. Garth had been watching as the younger man's bulge had grown into a roaring hardon in his boxers.

With Garth's next belch, the struggles inside reached a new peak, and a damp spot spread where the head of Adam's cock stretched his boxers. This time the serial killer didn't renew the air supply, instead hauling his hefty hog out of his suspenders and stroking it against the curve of his prey-filled belly. He timed his orgasm to just as he could feel the rookie get snuffed out, shooting rope after rope of pearly white jizz all over the underside of his stomach. That set off Adam, who filled his boxers with his own load as he moaned, the cum visibly seeping through.

From then on, their calls were much more explicit. Garth called the young dad every time he had prey in his gut (and once in his balls), narrating what was happening in his belly while they both stroked their rock-hard cocks. Sometimes he made it last longer, swallowing down air and belching it out over and over until it got to the point the guy was melting away while still conscious. Other times he actively snuffed the unfortunate soul out with hard clenches of his abdominals. Even their facetimes without someone dying were full of Adam wanting to hear all of Garth's stories of devouring weaker men and ending their lives and futures. When he heard that Garth had raped and snuffed out the man who'd killed his wife (Garth's sister) while driving drunk, the widower felt a savage satisfaction at how painful it had been for the college kid.

It was during one of these story-telling sessions when Adam confided that he'd been fantasizing about being present during one of the consumptions. "Oh yeah? You want to feel the squirming in my gut as some poor schmuck is melted into fat and muscle? You want my fat cock plowing your tight little butt, resting my prey-belly on your back as I do just so you can feel my killer stomach churning him down?" This lusty comment had actually made Adam cum hands-free, and Garth knew he was only a step or two away from fulfilling a desire he'd had since his sister's funeral: devouring and churning up his nephew Ryan.

A month before the boy's 18th birthday, Garth broached the idea of a camping to celebrate and introduce himself to his nephew. He left out any mentions of his darker plans, and Adam readily agreed. Adam was horny the entire month leading up to the trip, though every time they were supposed to have their weekly call, Garth had postponed due to some emergency or other. This was part of the fireman's plan to keep the daddy pent-up to the point of insanity before making his move. When the birthday arrived, he'd been greeted at the door by Adam (with a tent already visible in the young father's khaki shorts) before sweeping his delicious nephew up into a big bear hug; he'd waited for Adam to be looking elsewhere before taking a big inhale of the lad's scent. Garth could hardly keep his eyes (and hands) off the birthday boy as they rode in his Jeep. He was already imagining the sounds his nephew would make once (un)safely tucked away in his gut.

After making it to the campsite (one he knew would be nearly deserted of other campers), the experienced older camper shooed father and son off to the lake while setting up the tent and supplies on his own. His jaw nearly dropped when they returned an hour later, both in their birthday suits. Garth had to resist the urge to taste his nephew there and then; the young man was exactly the kind of boy he enjoyed snuffing out, with ears too big for his face, a pert butt, short black hair, and just a bit a belly. He quickly recovered and stripped himself naked, and kept his hands occupied with various grab-ass flirtations with Adam when Ryan wasn't looking (and sometimes when he was). Once it got dark out, they all sat by the campfire Garth had started. The older men put Ryan in charge of cooking and assembling the s'mores while talking in hushed tones. Adam had quickly gotten a half-chub at what Garth whispered in his ear.

"Remember that fantasy you had? We're going to make that happen while I'm in town. Every. Single. Part." He'd emphasized his words with his large hand squeezing the younger man's ass. Out of the corner of his eye, Garth noticed Ryan staring at them with a chub of his own. The bearish man laughed while pointing it out to Adam and whispering "Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..."

Soon enough it was time to turn in for the night and put his plan into action. While Ryan slept on top of his sleeping bag, Garth zipped his bag into Adam's and pulled the man to him. A large box fan covered much of the noise of them feeling each other up and furtively kissing, but it wasn't until they were certain Ryan was asleep that Garth pulled the young dad's head down to service his King-Size cock and balls. Before long the fireman was pumping a load down the DILF's tight throat while feeling his own legs painted in cum at the same time.

Adam fell asleep shortly after that, while Garth bided his time. When the predator felt he'd waited long enough, he slowly undid the zipper of his sleeping bag, pulling it back off himself and leaving some of Adam's bubble-butt exposed. Just like the older men, Ryan had never put any clothes back on after the lake, and now lay face-down with his cute ass sticking up and tempting the older man. For a moment Garth considered starting there and tonguing the sexy thing, but decided against it; if the kid's dad woke up at that point, the whole fantasy might be ruined. Instead, he stretched open his jaws and carefully fed Ryan's feet into his mouth.

Garth refrained from running his tongue along the birthday boy's feet, as the ticklish feeling might wake him too soon. Instead, he took a hardy gulp and felt the delicious tootsies tickle his throat as they started their descent into him. Next it was the young man's calves filling his mouth before making their way down too. It was when he was almost to the tasty butt that Ryan started to stir, and the uncle contained a laugh when he realized the boy was trying to shuffle deeper. Once he'd stretched his mouth around Ryan's hips, he couldn't help but run his tongue all over his nephew's soft cock, side-to-side over the balls, up and down the crack, and around and inside the tight little hole. It was so delicious he couldn't help but let out a rumbling sound of appreciation that startled Ryan awake. Gulping hard, he snapped his hand over the boy's mouth to muffle any cries as he sped up sending his nephew down his throat. Each subsequent swallow squeezed more of the young man in, and the flavor was simply divine. Almost too soon, he had reached the point of shoving Ryan's head into his mouth. He muffled any noise by tasting all over the crying face, before giving one final orgasmic *GULP* to send his nephew down to his final destination.

Garth stayed laying on his front even as the peristalsis massaged the last of the man into his hairy belly. He felt the doomed lad's initial struggles re-awaken his erection. He turned over onto his side and rubbed the outline of his nephew through the stomach walls. When Ryan's hand made an imprint, the predator amused himself by meeting it with his own hand and pressing back. He could hear the confused and frightened young man calling out through the thick walls of fat and muscle and chuckled at the perversity of the boy asking his father and uncle for help. The experienced pred had taken a digestive aid after dinner, so he knew his stomach acids were already in high gear. He took a sadistic pleasure imagining how painful it must be for Ryan and how pieces of his nephew were already being eaten away. Every squirm from inside made his balls twitch, and he knew he needed to get his fat cock inside "daddy" before he came just from the agonized struggles.

The burly man hoisted himself upright and onto his knees before shuffling over to Adam. While his son had been getting eaten by a monster, the dad had thrown off the rest of the sleeping bag and was now on his stomach, dreams of Garth fulfilling his fantasies already getting him hard again. Adam woke up with a moan as lube-slicked fingers made their way into his hole. He heard a shushing noise as the fingers began scissoring inside him and getting him prepped for what he knew was an extremely girthy cock. The younger man pushed back onto the fingers while covering his mouth to keep from waking his son. Soon enough he felt the fingers pulled out and what must be a baseball bat pressing up against his still-tight hole. The entry was all Adam could focus on, causing him to miss the noises coming from his trapped, suffering offspring. It was only once the thick member had made its way deep inside the DILF that Garth let his prey-filled stomach rest on Adam's lightly-sweating back.

Even as the older man paused to let the younger one adjust to his size (and the feel of his gut pressing down), Garth was excitedly awaiting the coming realization. Adam was dealing with the feeling of being so fucking full of cock, and it took him a minute before he realized the belly on his back was... squirming? His lust-addled brain slowly put together the meaning of the weight and movements and horror dawned upon. "Wait... WAIT! Garth, is that... did you... but... Ryan!?" Garth simply made an "Mmmhmm" sound as he started a slow in-and-out sawing motion, enjoying the velvety tightness. Adam had never felt so conflicted. He loved his boy more than almost anything ...but his cock was rock-hard with the realization that his own son was being digested less than a foot away by this incredibly sexy man. But... that was wrong... SO wrong... wasn't it?

Garth could tell when the soon-to-be ex-father gave in to the eroticism of the situation with a lusty groan, and enjoyed the feel of the man starting to slam his hips back against Garth's waist (rubbing up and down the underside of the stretched, hairy belly in the process). He started fucking the younger man harder, gulping down fresh air and burping it up to keep the screaming teenager inside him fighting. He reveled in the sensation of his hairy low-hanging nuts slapping against Adam's own; he enjoyed it nearly as much as he enjoyed the fact that he was pounding away at hot brother-in-law while actively digesting the man's kid, Garth's own nephew, on the boy's birthday!

The digestive aid was definitely serving its purpose. Garth could tell when Ryan's fighting became more frenzied as the pain became unbearable, and began belching out any remaining air while fucking Adam even harder. He imagined the lad being completely submerged in stomach acids and melting down, and let him stew like that for longer than normal before swallowing down a final batch of air. The sadistic pred could tell his nephew was in the final throes of agony and worked himself up to an explosive orgasm. Adam, with his mind full of visions of his precious son dissolving in stomach juices for the pleasure of the sexy bear of man fucking him, came hands free as he heard Garth bellow "FUCK YES! FUCK YES, I'M BREEDING YOU WHILE DIGESTING YOUR BOY!" Accompanying the shout was a crackle of breaking bones as the huge man squeezed down to finish snuffing the unfortunate young man.

The older men took a minute to catch their breath after their killer loads. With a mental "fuck it", the burly fireman collapsed his full weight on top of the panting ex-father. The *Oof!* forced out of the younger man was drowned out by the fresh batch of snapping sounds as more of the dead teen's acid-weakened skeleton broke down from the pressure. Excess cum started leaking out of Adam's hole and running down his balls as Garth's cock slowly softened before slipping out. With the older man's head now lying next to his own, Adam heard the predator murmur "Was it everything you imagined?" Even as he answered that it was all that and more, the newly kid-free widower couldn't help but stare at the gawping mouth of a yawning Garth, imagining what a trip down it would be like...

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