Delivery guy was late - and o was already so hungry.
Now as punishment he’s gonna spend the next few days in my tank- not being digested. Hope he enjoys how much food I shove in there daily.
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Delivery guy was late - and o was already so hungry.
Now as punishment he’s gonna spend the next few days in my tank- not being digested. Hope he enjoys how much food I shove in there daily.
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Belly & Bryce
Bryce was in the middle of eating his sandwich at a rest stop restaurant when he looked up and stopped. In walked what would best be described as the man of Bryce’s dreams: a fairly tall man with a buzzed hair cut, a solid goatee, burly arms and chest, and the biggest beer belly he had ever seen. The man didn’t even work to hide it. He wore a tank top with some suspenders to hold his pants up but the tank top only made it down to about right under his belly button. He was rocking the most solid under belly he had seen. The best part was it looked beautifully round and firm. It barely had any sway as he walked into the restaurant and headed to the counter. The man took a look around the place and saw Bryce in the corner, staring at him. He gave a quick smirk as he turned back to the register. Bryce, in turn, brought his eyes down and quickly went back to eating. The fact that he was seen staring made the meal way more embarrassing.
Bryce did his best to keep his head down while he was eating but every once in a while, he stole a glance at the man. He definitely looked like he was a trucker of some kind, probably making a stop to eat and refuel before heading back out. That was a bummer since it meant Bryce would most likely not see him again. Still, he figured he would enjoy the time while he could. As Bryce got closer to the end of his meal, he felt footsteps approach and stop next to him. He looked up and was greeted to the sight of that glorious beer belly staring back at him. He lifted his eyes even further and saw the man attached to the belly staring back with a slight smile.
“Mind if I join you?” The man asked.
“N-no, not at all!” Bryce said as he scooted his stuff closer to him, making room for the man.
“Thank you,” the man said as he squeezed himself into the booth. His belly barely fit, pushing the table slightly and bulging where it was caught between him and the table. “I appreciate you letting me sit with you. I’m not a huge fan of eating by myself.”
“Oh sure, I’m glad I could help. My name’s Bryce,” Bryce said with a grin and offering his hand, forgetting it was slightly covered with the grease of his burger.
“Russell, though you can call me Russ,” the man said, shaking his hand regardless of said grease and returning the smile.
“Ok, Russ. Nice to meet you,” Bryce took his hand back. “So do you live in the area?” Bryce knew the answer but wanted to ask anyway.
“Nah, I’m currently driving through for a job. I had an overnight here to rest up and now I’m getting ready to head out on the road again!” Russ said.
“That’s cool. You must get to see some cool places.”
“Absolutely, though the best part is always the food.” Russ smiled while giving his belly a pat. As if on cue, it gave a noticeable rumble. “As you noticed when I walked in, this thing has definitely become a souvenir of sorts from all of my travels.”
Bryce turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, I’m sorry for staring. I didn’t mean any offense…”
“Well, that’s good cause no offense was taken. In fact, I was flattered,” Russ said.
“You were…?” Bryce perked up a bit at the idea.
“Yeah, I’m proud of my belly. It’s almost like a visible trophy from all of my stops. The fact that you saw it and looked with a sense of aww instead of disgust told me you’d be good company.”
“Wow, thanks, I’m glad you took it that way cause it’s true! You got a mighty ball gut there!” Bryce started to get excited.
Russ chuckled, his belly bumping the table underneath. “Thanks, it means a lot!” Russ placed both hands on the top of his belly visible from above the table and gave it a slight shake. It responded by growling louder, not happy about being played with. Russ smiled at it as the waitress walked over with several plates of food. There were burgers, fries, hot dogs, cheesy potatoes, a pastrami sandwich, some chips, and both a chocolate and vanilla milkshake. It was a feast for a family but Bryce didn’t get the impression any of it was for him. The waitress put everything down, gave a kind smile, and walked back to the kitchen.
“Ah, just in time! This beast was about to eat the table!” Russ said as he immediately dived in. Bryce just stared in awe as the various foods went from the plate right down his throat into the waiting belly. Russ was making quick work, finishing up plate after plate and only stopping to drink down some milkshake. As he did, Bryce felt something bump into his legs. He went to brush whatever it was until he realized it wasn’t anything moving beneath. It was Russ’s belly, growing and expanding in all directions from all the delicious food now occupying the space in side. Bryce’s face started to turn into deeper shades of pink and then red as he had his hands on Russ’s belly, it slowly taking up Bryce’s lap. Instinctively, Bryce started to rub it, feeling it push back against his hands as it continued to grow. Russ looked up from his food and at Bryce, giving him a wide grin. “Sorry for taking up so much space but I see you know exactly how to handle this beast of mine.” Russ gave a wink as he ate more.
“Oh n-no, it’s not a problem at all! I’m happy to help the best I can!” Bryce tried to keep his giddy nature to a minimum as best as he could. This was better than he could have imagined when Russ first walked in. All he wanted to do was to continue to rub his belly as much as possible before it inevitably was over. As he was getting lost in the feeling, the waitress walked over and broke the spell.
“Excuse me, so sorry to interrupt, but we have more of your order ready. However, it doesn’t look like this would be the best place for you to continue your meal. We have additional sitting in the back with more privacy that should be more ideal. Would you like to relocate there?” She smiled as she said. It appeared to Bryce like she was used to Russ’s indulgences before. He wondered how often Russ stopped here.
“Yes, that would be great!” Russ said as he put his fork down. He happened to finish the rest of the food there, as if he timed the move perfectly. His belly was still expanding from the food making its way inside. Bryce wasn’t sure how much more it could grow before it took up all the space available. Russ shimmied over to the edge of the booth, somehow managing to get that globe of a belly to move with him. As he extended his leg out to stand up, the waitress grabbed his arm to keep him steady. Bryce, understanding the objective, maneuvered his way out of the booth and past Russ’s belly so he could help the waitress prop him up. Once out, Bryce put a hand under Russ’s armpit and worked with the waitress to hoist him out.
With both of their help, Russ was able to stand up pretty easily. Once he did, Bryce could see the hard work of all of Russ’s feeding efforts. His belly was completely free of his tank top, blowing out into a solid round ball that showed his pepper body hair.
“Oof, that feels better already!” Russ said, giving a wide grin. With his belly free of the booth, it was able to expand further, taking up even more space in front of him. Bryce watched it noticeably grow, becoming more round.
“Follow me, please,” the waitress said, leading them to a room in the back of the restaurant. “This area is typically used for us employees but right now with how light we are as far as staff and customers, it should be free for a while for you to use. Your remaining order is on the table. Let me know if you need anything else!” She stepped out of the way for Russ and Bryce to walk in. When they did, they saw the mounds of food on the table, waiting for Russ. Russ’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Thank you so much!” He said as he scurried over to the table and dug in. Bryce also said thank you and gave the waitress a smile, following over to Russ.
“You’re going to eat all of this?” Bryce asked, finding it hard to believe with what Russ already managed to swallow down.
“Oh yeah, this is nothing for this monster!” Russ said, giving his bloated belly a solid smack. “The goal is to be full enough so that I can reach my next destination without needing a food break. I’m in for a long ride so the more I can eat, the better!”
“Ah, I guess that makes sense,” Bryce said. “Well, can I help?”
Russ’s face lit up. “Absolutely! It’ll be easier for me if I can find a place to park it versus leaning over the table. Would you mind feeding me?”
Bryce blushed a bit but smiled. “Not at all!” Bryce started picking up what he could and bringing it to Russ’s mouth, which was open and ready to receive what it was given. They slowly developed a rhythm. Russ was able to swallow down what Bryce gave him almost immediately, freeing him up to take the next handful. Russ’s belly began to expand further as it was given more and more food. As Bryce fed Russ, he began to wonder just how big Russ’s belly could really get. It didn’t seem like he was getting full, despite the belly growing more and more round with everything in it. After a bit of time, the table was empty and everything was now resting inside Russ’s ballooned out gut.
“Oh man, that was so good!” Russ said, giving a wide smile. He gave his belly a rub as it sat in his lap and lightly sloshed. “This will keep me going for a while!”
“Really? How long?” Bryce asked, intrigued.
“Well, my stomach has a pretty slow digestion track, so I’m kind of like a bear where I can eat a lot of food and be sustained off of it for weeks or even months! My record is 6 weeks between having to eat but I ate a lot less with that so this could probably get me to two months!” Bryce said, smacking his belly and laughing.
“Do you think it could get any bigger?” Bryce asked, wondering if maybe he…?
“Oh, it’s possible,” Russ said. As if on cue, his belly let out a growl, signifying against all odds that it was still hungry. “As you just heard, this thing wants more food.” Russ gave it a rub, looking slightly concerned. It was already the size of a large beach ball. It getting bigger would mean having to carry it around. Did he have the strength for that?
“Well, can I try something?” Bryce asked.
“Uh, sure. What did you want to do?” Russ asked, curious.
“Well, what if…you swallowed me?” Bryce asked, now more determined to work his way into Russ’s belly.
To his surprise, Russ, without a second thought said “Let’s try it!”
“Wait, really? You serious?” Bryce asked, shocked that Russ would agree so willingly.
“Why not? You heard this gut of mine want more and admittedly you tasted pretty good the few times I got to taste your fingers while you fed me, so let’s see what happens!” Russ said, giving him a wide smile. Russ leaned into Bryce and kissed him. It started off light and easy enough, just lip on lip. Then, it progressed into more passionate kissing. Bryce put a strong hand behind Bryce’s head and held him firm to his mouth, kissing ever deeper. Bryce, for his part, was in heaven. He kissed Russ back, putting his hands all over Russ’s belly, which was not only gargantuan but felt nice and firm. He could feel the firmness, wondering how Russ could possibly have any room for him.
He was about to find out. Russ opened his mouth wider, pushing Bryce’s head in. His world went dark as he hit the back of Russ’s throat and then felt himself get sucked down. Russ grabbed Bryce by the waist and hoisted him up, his arm strength coming in clutch to get Bryce up and vertical. Between that and gravity, Bryce continued his descent down. Russ kept swallowing to Bryce’s stomach, then hips, and then his butt, feeling some resistance from Bryce’s shoulders near the bottom of this throat. With a bit of of a shove, Russ managed to get the shoulders past the choke point and continued going.
Inside, Bryce’s head entered the stomach chamber and was immediately greeted with the mound of food sitting inside. Bryce did his best to take in a big breath as his head was submerged, the pile making as much room for him as possible. At this point, Russ’s stomach started to swell, having to accommodate not only his massive meal but now the new occupant making his way inside. Russ could feel his stomach starting to tighten and knew he needed to hurry up, or else there was a risk, however small, that his stomach fought back.
Russ pushed Bryce’s legs in with more urgency, forcing his stomach to grow larger and larger. He grabbed Bryce’s ankles, and shoved them into his mouth, getting past them to Bryce’s feet. Once his feet entered his mouth, he closed it and gave a large swallow, feeling the large bulge make its way down. He let out a gasp for air, brought his hands to his belly, and looked down. He saw it in all its large and round glory, sticking way out in front of him…and still growing.
Bryce felt the last of himself enter the stomach. He was now completely submerged in the food pile but did his best to push himself into a better oriented position, circling around and moving his head up over the pile so he could breathe properly.
“Holy shit…” he said, realizing that Russ had done it. Bryce was completely inside of him! He could feel the warmth of the belly, as well as hear the glorps and gurgles coming from all around him. With everything Russ had eaten, he felt held tight, giving not much wiggle room, though he didn’t mind.
Russ leaned his back against the wall as his belly grew, feeling the rest of Bryce join the food inside the ballooning belly. He grabbed it and rubbed with both hands, it pushing increasingly against him. Sure enough, his belly groaned, getting agitated at how much was shoved into it. “Easy there. I thought this is what you wanted?” Russ said to the belly, putting the blame on it. It groaned louder and shook some. Russ just smiled, knowing that despite it being upset, what’s done is done. Even if he wanted to, Russ’s stomach was far too bloated to have the strength to force anything out. Bryce was there to stay.
The belly started to slow down from growing, being beyond measure, but Russ held strong. His legs were tougher than they looked, especially for his age. The bloating eventually stopped, giving him an almost cartoonish look. His belly stuck so far out and was perfectly round. He bulged at the hips, accentuating his smaller frame, giving a rounder appearance from the back. Russ rubbed the belly, proud of his accomplishment.
“Well, Bryce? What do you think of your new accommodations?” Russ asked, smiling at his belly.
“It’s amazing!! I wish I had gotten in here sooner!” Came Bryce’s voice. Bryce had managed to lean against the food as it was being held firm from the walls of the belly. Now that he could relax his muscles, it felt like being in a thick jacuzzi. The walls somewhat shifted and groaned. Bryce loved every second of it.
“Atta boy! Glad to hear! I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing my stomach like you currently are so I’m happy it’s of high quality!” Russ rubbed the top of his belly. As great as it all felt, Russ knew he needed to get back to his truck, so he started to walk forward. It took several steps to figure out the weight in his front but he slowly got the hang of it. His belly barely bounced, the firmness acting like a boulder strapped to his midsection. He gave it a couple soft thumps. It was firmer than stone.
Russ walked to the front of the restaurant, giving a wave to the waitress who stared, shocked.
“Uh…is that everything for you today, Russ?” She asked.
“Oh yes, everything was divine! Best meal I’ve had yet!” Russ said as he thumped harder on his stomach for emphasis. He managed to pull out his credit card from his back pocket and paid for the meal, being sure to give a 30% tip.
“Thank you very much! That is super kind of you!” The waitress said, her face lighting up. “Oh, but where is that young man that was with you? I didn’t see him come up this way…?”
“Oh, I think he’s already at the truck. He’s a slippery one. Appreciate you looking out! See you when I pass through here again!” Russ winked at her and walked about the double doors. Once outside and with much more room, Russ took this time to do a few proper stretches…as best he could under the circumstances. His super packed gut didn’t allow him to do much, but he was still able to loosen up some.
“Alright, belly. We ready to go?” Russ asked it, rubbing the sides.
“All set in here!” Bryce’s voice came.
“Fantastic! Hope you’re prepared, bellymate. This will be your new home for a while!” Russ smiled.
“Can’t wait!!” Bryce replied, settling in and letting the sounds of the belly act like white noise.
“Then let’s hit the road!” Russ said as he got into his truck, moved the seat as far back as he could, and headed back out onto the road.
Some people asked me my gainer shake recipe so here it is :
- 330g of gainer powder (I use ON Serious Mass) -> 1,200 kcal
- 330mL of heavy cream -> 1,000 kcal
- 700mL of whole milk (or 100g of milk powder + water) -> 400 kcal
Total : 2,600 kcal easy to drink !
I drink it twice a day actually so 5,200 kcal right in my belly ! Enjoy ;)
Suck in and out 😌
Yeah, thats it, if you‘re a bad boy you end up as gym-snack, *buuurps*
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At a birthday party, one of the guests didn't have enough snacks, and out of desperation and extreme hunger, the birthday boy's friend ate a couple of the guests🤭
Mangia il Mondo - Italian Restaurant
If you love vore stories, check out my upcoming book, "Gaining and You; Varied Opinions, Recitations, Etc." If you sent me a screenshot of your preorder receipt before May 12 and email, I'll send you a pdf of 6 bonus short stories! Thank you to those who already have! For now, here's one I wrote up quickly after having a similiar dream.
Carter waited for a while outside the restaurant for his date, but she was running late. To keep the reservation at the nice Italian restaurant, he sat down by himself and ordered one of those “a little bit of everything” appetizer platters.
Between checking his phone for updates, and grazing on some caprese salad, Carter got out a notebook and continued writing his poetry. He had thought to surprise his date with a poem about her, but he kept rewriting and modifying it.
By the time he had finished all of the mushroom arancini and focaccia, he received the sad text letting him know that his date would have to reschedule. Carter typed out a response to let her know he’d be there if she could get away to still make it.
“Some minestrone for the gentleman,” a server said, elegantly dropping down a bowl of soup. “And a sampling of our signature chicken parm variation.”
“Oh, I didn’t order -” Carter began.
“You don’t like it?” the server said. “Yes, you eat this now.”
“Oh, okay,” Carter replied, “Thank you.”
Little did Carter know, he bore a striking resemblance to a famous food critic, Mike Mondo, also known as “L'uomo che mangia il mondo.”
In the kitchen the restaurant manager was shouting commands to the cooks and servers, saying, “Mondo is here, a whole hour early, it is time to cook like you have never cooked before!”
Carter was confused why the servers kept on bringing him more and more plates of food he had not ordered, but he was in too deep to stop eating. He didn’t want to offend the servers and the manager who came to check in on him, who looked dejected when Carter said, “I don’t know that my hunger matches the volume of food here.”
“Mondo is famous for stuffing himself until his shirt buttons pop open,” the manager told the kitchen staff. “We cannot relent until that stomach is pushing the table over. We must not allow a single moment of rest for Mondo, keep the dishes coming. Do not let him write a bad review in his notebook!”
Carter was getting a bit concerned now. None of the other customers seemed to be getting the feedee treatment. He picked up his glass of water, and the moment there was a vacancy on the table, a server placed down a bowl of fusilli. Having nowhere to put down his water glass, the server took it away. Carter looked helpless, considering trying to make a break for it… but then again… pasta is delicious.
He started switching between plates for each bite, to help with the palette fatigue, considering the texture of each of the various pastas and their contents, as well as the varying styles of breads and meats. The three-cheese tortellini baked with chicken and olive oil was his favorite, though the pappardelle was lovely, and the ravioli could never miss. The pizza was a bit scratchy on his throat without the water, but somehow reading his mind, the server returned with a fresh glass of water with lemon the moment he looked thirsty.
“Would the gentlemen have a preference for desserts?” the server asked.
“Desserts?” Carter asked, panting, “As in plural?”
“Of course,” the server replied.
“Where do you expect me to put them?” Carter tried to joke, “My shirt buttons are straining.”
“It is not enough until the button pops,” the server said softly, before bending over, grabbing a bowl of penne and hand feeding Carter.
“Mmmhmmph?” Carter replied, as the server dumped the whole bowl of pasta down his throat. Carter swallowed hard, took a deep breath and continued, saying “You want me to pop my shirt buttons? I can just undo them if that's what you want.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” the server replied, “You come to eat, and eat you shall.”
“I shouldn’t have a stretching shirt,” Carter said to himself, resigning himself to a long night of digestion and tossing back some wine. Carter had a staring contest with a bowl of shrimp scampi for a long while.
“You are unhappy with the selections?” asked the restaurant manager.
“No, very happy.”
“Eat then.”
“I… need…” Carter began.
“Something different, something extraordinary?” the manager said.
“I was gonna say a moment to digest,” Carter replied.
“I have been thinking,” the manager explained, “I know just the thing. To give you a meal no restaurant could ever have been so bold as to give you before.”
“I think you already did that.”
“Open wide, my good gentleman,” the manager said, “For the largest inside-out cannoli in the world.”
“Largest?” Carter asked, gulping down his apprehension.
The servers came together and put a tablecloth in front of the manager for a moment. The cloth dropped to reveal the manager wrapped in a thin doughy paper, with white cannoli cream pooling out of it. The manager himself was at the center of a giant cannoli-like monstrosity.
“I’m hallucinating, aren’t I?” Carter said, watching the servers lift the manager off of the ground and set him at a horizontal angle. “Quando a Roma,” Carter sighed, opening his mouth wide as the manager’s cannoli cream-covered feet got shoved down his throat. Carter swallowed, and felt his back get pushed back against his chair as the servers force-fed an entire human being wrapped in dough to him.
“Even one said to eat the world must have not expected such a delicacy such as this,” the manager said. “To eat fine Italian food is one thing, but to make a fine Italian to be food is impressive, you must agree.”
“Mmmhhhhmmm,” Carter replied, as the manager’s thighs and hips slid past his maw. The dough with cream coming out of it slid down his well-primed throat. The servers marveled at Carter’s shirt, that still had not popped a single button, but was stretching to unimaginable lengths. The manager’s torso slid past Carter’s lips. The manager looked annoyed, not that he was getting eaten of his own free will, but that the man’s shirt was still stretching.
“Fetch the sfogliatelle and just keep stuffing them until we run out,” the manager commanded the servers. They nodded in understanding. The manager’s face slipped beyond Carter’s lips and the servers gave one last push on the manager’s head before stepping back to admire their work.
The manager settled in, wriggling around in Carter’s gut, and examining all of the food around him. The manager started kicking against the front of Carter’s stomach, in an attempt to get the shirt buttons to pop. They did not.
“Oof, stop that,” Carter said, “Food doesn’t fight back this much, usually.”
“Never be afraid of a little kick,” a server said, “Spice is the spice of life, as they say.”
“They don’t say that,” replied a new voice. A big man approached from the shadows, giving a slow clap. Carter was surprised to see a man looking like his long lost twin walking out into the light.
“There are two of them!” A server cried.
“We have enough for two,” another server said, “Man the stations!”
“Mind if I sit?” the big man said. “My name is Mike Mando.”
Carter opened his mouth to introduce himself, but instead all that came out was a great belch.
“The commitment to the satisfaction of their customers is admirable,” Mando said, “Yet somewhat delusional.”
“Not delusional! Inventive! Trend-setting! Inspirational! Sensational!” the manager exclaimed from inside Carter’s gut.
Mando, took one of the sfogliatelle from a server and inhaled its scent before placing the entire pastry in his mouth and crushing it with his hard palette and tongue.
“It is indeed sensational,” Mando said, “But not as sensational as that shirt. You must tell me, where did you get such an astoundingly stretchy shirt?”
“It’s a hand-me-down,” Carter burped out.
“Impossible,” Mando said, “I must have one.”
“You can have mine,” a server said, beginning to strip out of their shirt.
“No, take mine!” another server shouted.
“What is happening?” Carter mused, as servers began to strip and throw their clothes at Mando.
“No, I must get into a stretchy shirt like this mysterious man’s,” Mando said, gesturing to Carter and throwing one of the server’s shirts back at him. “If this man will not give me his shirt to get into, I shall get into this man so that I may wear the shirt by proxy.”
Before Carter could protest, Mando leapt to his feet and rent his own shirt off his chest. Mando wasted no time in pulling Carter’s jaw down. Carter felt like he was going to pop, yet somehow Mando wriggled his way down Carter’s throat. The manager helped, by grabbing Mando’s arms from the inside and helping to pull him down into the stomach. The servers grabbed the table and began pulling it back to help make room for Carter’s gut to balloon out in front of him as Mando’s legs passed Carter’s lips.
“Impossible,” said a server.
“The shirt buttons have not ripped,” said another.
“I must make the sacrifice.”
“No, let me.”
“I did not feed him sufficiently, so I must become the food.”
“It may be impossible, his shirt button may never rip.”
“But if I do not try, then does anything matter?”
“Please, no one else feed themself to me,” Carter burped out.
“It must be done,” said the server. The two servers continued fighting over who would feed themself to Carter.
Carter felt his stomach gurgle and groan under the immense weight of two large men and a mountain of pasta below. He felt dazed and dizzy, but he couldn’t let another man try to feed themself to him or he would for sure pop. If not his button, his stomach could definitely rupture at least, or so he thought. But if he could just fulfill their wish, they would stop.
Carter grabbed a simple piece of bread and brought it to his mouth, saying “Don’t fill up on bread.” It was harder to eat than Mando, with Carter being so full it was difficult to will his body to swallow anything else. The servers were getting closer now. Carter shoved the bread into his mouth and swallowed. He tried to flex his abs forward, but failed with them already begging so incredibly stretched out. The bread passed down through his esophagus and dropped past his stomach sphincter.
Then a single button popped open on Carter’s shirt.
Everyone cheered. The still-shirtless servers rushed forward, rubbing Carter's belly through the opening the button had revealed. The cooks and chefs came out of the kitchen and everyone laughed and ate the rest of the food on Carter’s table.
“We’re still waiting to pay,” a couple said with a sigh. The servers continued to ignore them.
Amid the hustle and bustle of the celebrating kitchen staff, Carter’s date walked through the doors. Carter belched. His date looked wide-eyed at the scene.
“Hooray for Carter! The new Mando!” the servers cried out, dancing around him and wrapping spaghetti over his head like a maypole. After a while the kitchen staff began to make their way back to the kitchen and left Carter with his date.
“Sorry, I didn’t think I could make it, but rearranged some things,” she said. “I had no idea you were so…”
“Hungry?” Carter said.
“Adored,” she replied.
“He is the most impressive food critic!” the manager shouted from inside Carter’s stomach.
“No, he ate the most important food critic!” Mando replied.
“Don’t blame me,” Carter said, “You fed yourself to me.”
“This is true,” Mando said. “Carter, could you send a review out for me? I may be in here awhile.”
“Sure thing,” Carter said. “Five stars. At least I’m seeing five stars in my vision right now. I think I’m so full I might faint.”
“Five stars?” said the ignored couple. “We’ve been sitting here forever and no one’s brought us a check!”
Outgrown shirts with snap buttons is the reusable version of popping buttons.
CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!
Me encanta como se mete el dedo en el ombligo
Do you do anything special to make your burps so loud ... Or are you just skilled like that? 😆 they're pretty amazing
Thanks! I just chug and let 'em rip.
Since you guys like the belches so much, here's another.
Fill ‘er up!
The burps!!!!! Wow you're incredible man. I may have just found my new favourite burper 😅 lol
Glad you like. 😏
Urrp.
Love the feeling of being stuffed to the max. 🐷
After a couple beers last night.
After Chipotle and a couple beers last night.