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My uncle Eric has always been a heavier guy, as far back as I can remember, and seems to be pretty comfortable with being big. One of his quirks has been that he always rested things he was holding on his belly -- usually his beer bottle, but it wasn't exclusive.
As a kid, his running gag with me was that he'd bump me with his belly to push me out of his way. He'd walk past me when I was distracted with something else, ramming the side of his belly into my back. Then I'd turn around, irritated, and he'd tell me it was an accident -- though the grin on his face always told the truth. Sometimes I'd punch him in the gut, and he'd fake that it hurt. Then we'd both laugh.
We were pretty close when I was a kid; I would sleep over at his house a lot, or he'd invite me fishing. Sometimes I could even get him to play video games with me, which he usually lost.
Honestly, he was sort of my sexual awakening. Once I hit puberty, I began to realize exactly how I felt about men, especially ones with big, round bellies. I started to really relish the time I spent over at his house, since he was comfortable walking around shirtless a lot of the time.
In fact, the first time I ever jerked off was actually in his house. We were sitting on the couch watching some show together, and, naturally, he was shirtless. He would just casually rub his belly from time to time, pat it, whatever. I kept looking over at it, trying my best not to stare, and the tent in my pants was getting harder and harder to hide. At one point I went to the bathroom. I barely had to touch myself -- I kind of exploded.
When I went away to college, we just naturally grew apart. I would give him a call every so often, ask him how he was doing. Told him I'd visit soon.
When I got out of college, my parents chose to charge me rent to continue to stay with them -- $500 a month. That felt pretty excessive, so I asked my uncle if I could stay with him instead. Lucky for me, he agreed, no rent necessary.
It was a pretty chill time living with him. He wasn't really in my business too much, and only asked me to cover some food expenses. We'd spend a lot of days hanging out like old times, too, fishing or watching TV. It was really a nice life.
I had also noticed his growth -- since I had gone away to college, he must have gained a least 50 pounds, if not 70. I'd continued to watch his shirtless body any chance I got, and I certainly noticed how the new weight complemented him.
His arms and neck were probably 2 or 3 inches wider, and his pecs were round and juicier than they had been. But his belly -- it was the best part. It was probably now something like 60 inches around. Despite the gain, though, it still kept that firm, round shape that it always had, which I found interesting. He was still as hairy, if not hairier than I had remembered, and looked strong. He definitely got me going.
It was a slow day in August, and I had spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing. I didn't have work, and had decided to just waste the day watching TV or reading in my room.
Uncle Eric wasn't home -- he had told me in the morning that he was going to be out for the day at a convention. So, that meant I was probably going to have the house to myself for the day. A little unfortunate, since I'd miss seeing my uncle's fat gut, but it was fine.
At one point, I had just gotten bored of watching the show I had been binging. I paused the TV and just sat there, my mind wandering between various things. I thought of Uncle Eric. What was he up to? How soon will he be back? Hopefully in time to watch the hockey game...
Then, my mind jumped to something else.
A couple days before, I had been in the kitchen getting a snack, when I heard snoring coming from the living room. My uncle had fallen asleep in front of the TV, laying out flat on the recliner.
For a minute, I just looked. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, eyes pretty fixated on his round gut. It looked tantalizing, hairy and round.
Snapping back to reality, I realized that I had gotten pretty hard, my right hand resting over my steadily tenting bulge. This wasn't in my plans for today, but I was honestly too bored to care. I began to rub and grip at the head of my dick, and dove back in to the fantasy.
I began to creep closer and closer to the recliner, forgetting about my snack altogether. My eyes darted between his face and his belly, as I wanted to make sure he was really asleep. He continued to snore away
I reached out a hand slowly, not daring to make a sound.
A shock rolled through my body when I came in contact with the gut, finally. I pressed my palm fully on the side of his belly, feeling the texture of his smooth skin, covered in wiry, short hair. It was like heaven, really.
I peeped over at my uncle's face again... nothing. He hadn't stirred, luckily. My gaze rolled back to his belly, becoming entranced with its rising and falling. I brought my other hand over, and placed it on the gut as well. I began to move my hands in circles, rubbing his glorious globe.
I went from pinching my dick head, to fully jerking off.
One of my hands migrated up his happy trail to his chest. I rubbed my hand over both pecs, appreciating their size, then pinching his nipples. I then squeezed one of his pecs, hard.
I heard moaning, and looked up. He was now awake, and looking at me, smiling. He spoke in a low tone, almost growling. "It feels good, buddy. Keep it up."
I went crazy. Now, I started grinding my hard-on against his belly, gripping his pecs with both hands. He put a hand on my face, then moving his hand slowly, seductively down my abdomen. We were both moaning, hard. My eyes rolled back as I reached ecstasy.
The fantasy ended there, as I shot ropes of cum onto my hand and chest. I swore to myself as I came down from the climax, realizing the total mess I had made on myself and my bedsheets.
"What's goin' on in there, man?"
I froze in my spot, my heart dropping into my ass. What the hell?
Before I even had the chance to react, my door swung open. Uncle Eric stepped into the doorway, donned in a faded Green Lantern tee and cargo shorts. He started to say something, before he stopped, his gaze rolling over me. I stared, mortified, as he realized exactly what was going on.
The tension was broken pretty quickly as he laughed. "Sorry, kid. I'll knock next time." Without another word, he closed the door and walked away. I was still embarrassed, but glad that the moment was over. I cleaned myself up and threw my sheets and clothes in the washing machine.
Later in the day, I was in the living room watching TV. I was just passing time, waiting for the hockey game to start. Uncle Eric stepped into my vision, plopping on the couch next to me. He was, once again, shirtless, beer in hand.
My eyes fixated on his belly again, the round heft bouncing slightly as he settled. Somehow, the words left my lips without thinking.
"I was thinking about you earlier."
His eyes peeled away from the screen, turning his head to face me. "What?"
"I mean...when you walked in on me. When you came back earlier." I felt my face flushing, as I realized that I was admitting the life-long secret I'd kept from everyone I knew.
He stared at me for a moment, his face blank. Then he smiled, setting his beer on the end table.
"You wanna rub my gut?"
I stared at him silently. He gave it a shake, and my dick jumped to attention with a quickness.
I stammered, and he laughed. "Come on, kid. I don't mind."
Slowly, I reached out a hand and laid it on his gut. He watched my face to see how I reacted, and laughed when I blushed. "Y'know, I think I always sensed it."
Just like in my fantasy, I brought my other hand toward his pecs and began squeezing them, now rubbing his belly with my other hand. He smiled warmly at me, groaning slightly as my hand began to travel lower. I slid my hand down his happy trail, inching toward his waistband.
I flushed again, my heartrate increasing as I tried my hand at getting to third base. I slowly leaned in toward him, my eyelids fluttering shut. Before I could make it in for a kiss, though, I felt a hand on my chest push me away.
"You're not getting that far, bud. I ain't gay. Not even for my favorite nephew." Pouting, I took the chance to pat his belly one more time, before pulling my hands away.
Clearly, he noticed how crestfallen I was, because he reached out and tousled my hair.
"Here -- how about this. The game’s gonna start soon, and I’ve been eating pretty lightly all day. Would be nice if I could have a real big dinner.”
I stared at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together in my head. “You mean…?”
He clapped a hand onto my shoulder. “Yea, why don’t you be my dinner?” He flashed a grin, patting his belly. “There’s nothing that says ‘intimate’ like jerking off in your uncle’s fat pot. What do you say?”
I paused, thinking. Was this really how I wanted to finish my life? Did I really want to add to the body that's attracted me since I was a kid?
In that moment, I knew my answer.
My uncle whooped in glee when he heard me agree, clapping his hands together. "Ah, this is gonna be great, kid."
He stood from the couch, groaning, and I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts. They quickly fell to the floor, encircling his ankles. I became excited once again, as I caught sight of his nearly-naked body.
He was wearing an unassuming pair of tighty whities, which I could tell were packing a decent-sized bulge underneath. He kicked the shorts away, then scratched nonchalantly at his bulge. My focus was broken when he caught me staring.
"Stare all you like, kid, 'cause you can't touch." He chuckled, his belly and bulge bouncing along.
I stripped quickly, my horny mind only thinking of his body, and how I was gonna be inside of it soon.
I stood in front of him, now fully naked. I looked away, embarrassed, as I felt him size me up. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer, and laughed when I flinched. "Don't worry, buddy, you're gonna love it in me."
Suddenly, I was plunged into a new environment. Dark, slimy, tight -- I was in his mouth. I felt his hands move from my shoulders, to hugging around my back. I heard a loud noise which I assumed was a gulp, and I was pulled further in.
I now felt the tightness and warmth around my shoulders, then moving lower as my back began to be consumed. My arms were quickly pinned to my side, and I heard grunting as my uncle clearly put in an increasing amount of effort to get me inside.
Not too long after, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, and some shuffling. Seemed like he shifted to sit down, probably on the couch. Lazy old man, I thought.
Finally, the only part of my body left on the outside was my ankles and feet. I was doing my best to curl upright in the belly, and was in an almost perfectly comfortable position.
Slowly, Uncle Eric pushed my feet into his mouth, as I felt them become warm. I wiggled my toes, anticipation burning to be all together inside him. There was the squeeze of a final swallow, and my feet and legs joined me inside my uncle's belly.
On the outside, he panted, resting both of his hands on his huge gut. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of me inside.
I shifted underneath the surface, doing my best to arrange myself comfortably inside him. I felt his two big hands laying on top of me, and I felt a hard mass somewhere below me, which I figured was his dick.
A big belch rolled past his lips, and I felt him smack his belly, smack me, with both hands.
"It was a lot getting you in there, bud, but it was worth it. You're really the perfect steak dinner." He began to rub circles over his belly, belching again.
I did my best to respond, though it was tough to speak loudly all curled up like that. I heard the noise on the outside get a little louder, as my predator turned on the hockey game I'd been waiting all day for.
Since my time was limited inside him, I decided I'd get right down to business. Uncle Eric got distracted from the game, as new movement began inside him.
"What's going on in there, kid?" He placed a hand on his belly, confused. That didn't last long, as he pretty quickly understood what those movements meant. "Heh, yeah, enjoy yourself while you can." He patted his belly in approval, leaning back on the couch.
When I finished, I decided to show some gratitude for my uncle. I poked around inside, finding that hard object again. I did my best through his fat to begin rubbing it, doing my best to pleasure him.
He realized pretty quickly what I was doing, and he flushed. "I told you I'm not gay, kid..." I wasn't gonna let up, though. I didn't care.
"...You know, it feels pretty nice. Keep it up." He patted his belly, leaning back his head again and beginning to moan. Before too long, he was shooting his load into his underwear, belching and slapping his gut.
The game went on, and Uncle Eric spent it rubbing his belly and belching, occasionally sipping on his beer. He was too heavy to stand up, and he honestly loved it. He couldn't even remember the last time he was this big.
After about an hour, my predator decided to address me again. "Bud, I'm really glad you let me eat you. You've always been my favorite." He rubbed his belly, and I pressed back in response. "I'm gonna enjoy digesting you. I love you, kid." With that, he patted his belly again, smiling.
Before too long, he was dead asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. His hands rested on his belly, satisfied with his prize. The stomach gurgled ominously, implying my fate. I fell asleep not long after, in comfort and bliss.
Just like that, I became another 5 inches around Uncle Eric's beer shelf -- another 2 notches on the belt of his jeans. An extra peek under his shirt.
The day he finished digesting me, he spent an entire morning worshipping his new size. He slapped his belly a couple times over, testing its new jiggle. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, rubbing his hands over his new girth.
"I don't know what I'm gonna tell your parents, kid."
