Wingman - A Day at the Beach IV
A short vore story with lots of feeding, with a pred and his eager feeder, and one unexpected, mysterious prey.
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Ryan had met the big guy one afternoon in late winter, as he was on his break from the ice cream shop. Ryan would often take walks by the beach, and found it the most enjoyable on misty, cool days when the shore was empty of people and he could just enjoy the view and sound of rushing waves. He thought the big guy was one of the boulders lining the shoreline, until he saw the belly rise in his peripheral vision. Ryan, caught off guard, audibly yelled and jumped back.
“Sorry,” Ryan said, “I thought I was alone out here.”
“It’s all good,” the big man replied, taking a deep breath and letting his belly rise and fall. The man was flush on his back, yet his belly rose up past Ryan’s waist as he stood there. Even though the air was fairly chilly, the man was completely shirtless, his big, round gut showing no signs of being cold. A belly that big must be a furnace.
“Impressive,” Ryan muttered to himself.
“What was that?” the big man asked.
“Oh, nothing, sorry to disturb you,” Ryan replied, motioning to continue his walk.
“Come back anytime,” the big guy said.
A few days later, on Ryan’s break, he brought his lunch with him and said hi to the big guy again.
“Are you cold?” Ryan asked. The big man was silent for a moment, then sighed, and made a slightest flinch like his shoulders raising in indifference.
“Some food might warm me up,” the big guy sighed.
“Do you want some chicken?” Ryan asked, “The owner keeps trying to run these hot wing specials to bring in customers when it’s cold. But a lot of them get discarded at the end of the day so I’ve got a lot to spare.”
“I never say no to food,” the big guy replied, yawning big and showing off his massive mouth.
Ryan offered some of the wings from his bag, handing one out to the big guy. The big guy remained motionless for a moment, but eyed the chicken. Ryan wondered if this guy was going to ask him to feed the chicken wing to him, but the man raised an arm and gratefully took the chicken, popping it into his mouth and swallowing it whole.
“How’d you do that?” Ryan asked.
“Do what?” the big guy raised an eyebrow.
“You swallowed it whole, bones and all,” Ryan replied.
“I can eat anything,” the big guy replied, “Swallowing a little chicken wing is easy work.”
“Hmm… if you’re still around when I close up the shop I could bring you some more leftovers,” Ryan replied. “Not sure how many wings we’ll have, but there’s a whole batch of brownies for brownie sundaes that we have to throw out tonight. They’re totally fine, just two days old.”
“I’m happy to eat anything you bring me,” the big guy replied, “Hell, I’ll eat you, too if you’d like.”
Ryan laughed. He couldn’t tell if the big guy was flirting with him or what, but he liked the big guy’s confidence.
Later that day, the mist descended over the darkening beach. Ryan considered turning back, wondering how safe it was to look for a stranger on a dark beach, but he had a full bag of chicken wings that had to get thrown out and he was a bit too excited to see how much the big guy could eat. As he walked the shoreline, he saw a dark shape rising and falling.
“This is the first time I haven’t seen you entirely horizontal,” Ryan joked, noticing the big guy had propped himself up with a boulder on his back. His belly expanded out in front of him like a boulder itself.
“Hey, don’t taint my reputation,” the big guy replied, “I’m still too lazy to get up.”
“I hope you’re up - for some wings though,” Ryan replied, raising his eyebrows to land the pun. The big guy smirked. Ryan sat down on the boulder next to the big guy and offered some chicken wings. The big guy moved slowly, calm and unbothered, but when the food passed his lips, it disappeared with impossible speed.
“I like a guy who can eat a lot,” Ryan said, marveling at the large bag of food getting smaller and emptier.
“Then, I’m your man,” the big guy replied, taking another wing and swallowing it whole.
“Are you into that?” Ryan asked, “Hope it’s not too forward.”
“Into eating a lot?” the man asked, “Of course.”
“No, I mean guys,” Ryan asked, smirking, handing the big guy a brownie.
“Oh, yeah, I could eat a lot of guys,” the big man said, glancing at Ryan and making a slow wink.
Ryan smiled, but was still unsure whether this affirmed his assumption that the big guy was flirting with him or not.
“Hey, I don’t even know your name yet,” Ryan said.
“Do you want to?” the big guy asked.
“Yeah, don’t you wanna know mine?” Ryan asked.
The big man gave a slow shrug, “I don’t care for names, I just think in terms of food, and not food. But most things are food.”
“You’re a silly guy,” Ryan mused. “I’m Ryan, by the way.”
“Well, Ryan,” the big guy replied, reaching into the food bag and finding it empty, “I’m your big, hungry friend. Thanks for the food by the way. You got any more?”
“Oh, wow, you ate everything!” Ryan said.
“That’s a matter of opinion,” the big guy replied with a sigh, glancing up and down at Ryan.
“I think the shop is doing another hot wing day on Friday,” Ryan said, “Maybe I’ll have to take a walk at the beach afterward, just wondering what to do with a big bag of wings.”
“I think I know some ideas on what to do with them,” the big guy replied.
This went on for a few weeks. In the past Ryan found slow days at work to be mind-numbing, but the excitement of knowing how much food would be leftover to feed the big guy at the beach kept him smiling. Ryan got more comfortable hanging out with the big guy on lunch breaks, and even came to visit on a day off. The air had warmed a bit as the Spring began, though not by much. Ryan plunged into the freezing water, then ran back out to shake off the cold. He would then flop onto the sand by the big guy, and rest his freezing head against the big guy’s belly. Ryan then repeated every once in a while, running into the cold water to splash about, then returning to cozy up to the big man’s warm belly to revive his numb body.
“Hey, you’re getting me all wet,” the big guy said as his belly jiggled and jostled underneath Ryan’s head and upper chest.
“It’s a beach, you’re supposed to get wet,” Ryan replied. “Man, it is cold, though.”
“I know a place you could get warmed up,” the big guy replied, “It’s right under your nose. Nice and moist, too, if you like getting wet here at the beach.”
“Cuddling up to your warm belly sounds nice,” Ryan said, “But getting brutally digested… I’m still not sure about that one yet.”
“Too bad, I’m starving,” the big guy replied.
Ryan found it amusing how the big guy never got full. One shift at work, someone knocked over the display case of freshly baked cookies and brownies, so Ryan had to bag them to get thrown away. And the same day was a hot wing day, and of course, there was a great deal of chicken left over. His boss, Warner, was always buying way too much food for everything. His job was fairly wasteful. But the big guy at the beach was not. He didn’t mind whether food had been on the floor of an ice cream shop, it all made its way down his gullet, and he was grateful for it.
The big guy continued to tease Ryan about eating him. “I could swallow you down so easily, just slide right down my gullet into my stomach. It could churn you up and turn you into fat on this belly you love to feed,” he would say. He even told Ryan stories about past big meals he had had.
“Some fellows trip over their heels to get into this belly,” the big guy said, “Always had great reviews. It's warm and cozy in here.”
Ryan did some research, and reader about feederism, and realized very quickly that he enjoyed feeding the big guy more than just as a silly quirk. Then he discovered what the big guy must be into. Extreme feederism where the feeder becomes the food.
“So you like this vore thing?” Ryan asked, “You really like when a feeder feeds himself to you?”
“I like food,” the big guy said, “Whether someone feeds me, or feeds themself to me, I’m happy. Whatever someone offers is going down my throat.”
“I like your confidence,” Ryan said, “It’s so alluring to find a guy who knows what he wants and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about it.”
“I like the food you bring,” the big guy replied.
“I know, I know,” Ryan said, rubbing the big man’s belly with a dreamy smile on his face. “Seems like for a lot of folks this feeder and vore stuff is romantic. What about you, like when you think of kissing someone, who do you think about?”
“Usually if someone’s face comes near my lips, they pass through to the other side,” the big guy said, and his gut grumbled in assent. The big guy glanced at Ryan and saw his expression falter a bit. “I suppose, I might make an exception, if a guy brings me something nice to eat to make up for the lack of being food himself.”
Ryan’s face lit up. After weeks of feeding this big guy and dreaming of getting closer with him, it was about to happen. The big guy raised himself up to lean against a rock. Ryan sat parallel to him, his hands still rubbing the gargantuan gut. The big guy closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, ready to engulf Ryan’s head.
“Wait, I thought you meant a kiss?” Ryan asked, not put off, just confused.
“Oh, right, force of habit,” the big guy said, leaning forward and kissing Ryan deeply. The bug guy was too lazy to wrap his arms around Ryan, but the big guy’s tongue was more than experienced, dancing with Ryan’s as they ebbed and flowed into each other. Ryan turned, pulling himself up onto the big guy’s belly as he continued to make out with the big guy. Ryan felt like he was flying, with his whole body off the ground, bouncing up and down on the big guy’s huge belly, and the two men’s mouths connecting. Ryan had seen the big guy swallow endless supplies of food, but he had never seen him so enthusiastically tasting anything like he tasted Ryan’s lips.
The big guy’s mouth began to open wider and Ryan felt himself slipping in, his face passing over the athletic and squishy tongue that had been pleasuring his mouth so expertly. Ryan tapped the sides of the big guy’s belly and gave a muffled jumble of words. The big guy paused, and let Ryan pull his head out.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get in my gut?” the big guy asked, his stomach gurgling with hunger as it felt Ryan’s body laying on top of it, so close, yet too far to digest.
“I do find it pretty hot how much you can eat…” Ryan said.
“If you like it hot, it’s hot in my stomach,” the big guy said, “98.6 to be exact.”
“You know what, I think I could help you eat more from the outside of this massive hot ball of flesh,” Ryan said.
“No, I think you should be food,” the big guy said.
“Not yet,” Ryan said with a smile. “Hey, I like being a feeder, let me be a feeder. Next time some guy comes up and wants you to eat them, wait for me.”
“I can’t wait when food knocks at the door,” the big guy said, “Or knocks at the stomach sphincter."
Ryan smirked, and got off of the big guy’s belly. He handed the big guy a bag of brownies and said, “Tell me the story of the first guy you ever ate.”
And he did. Ryan transcribed the story, and the next, and the next, and shared them online to specialized feederism forums and waited for someone else into vore to want to be the next meal. It didn’t take long to find folks who were interested. A lot of guys into vore wanted to get swallowed whole by the big guy, but too many lived so far away. Except for one, who seemed to be pretty local, but was a bit unsure.
While on shift at work, Ryan wondered who the mysterious local was, and then his boss Warner accidentally dropped his phone in the breakroom. Ryan bent down to get it for his boss and noticed something peculiar. It was open on a message chain, the same message chain on Ryan’s phone but in reverse. Ryan’s jaw dropped. Warner hastily took his phone back, but Ryan pulled his phone out and showed Warner the text conversation. Warner’s eyes went wide.
“Wait, so you always order extra food ‘cause you know all the workers take home the leftovers?” Ryan asked, “You’ve been trying to be a feeder to me and my coworkers?”
“Don’t say it like that,” Warner said, “I never made anyone gain weight… most of the staff happen to gain weight here, but I never forced anyone.”
“So you’re the mysterious feeder who wants to know what it’s like to be food,” Ryan said thoughtfully, “Well what’s the hold up?”
“Well, if I let your friend eat me,” Warner began, “I won’t be able to see how big all your other coworkers might get. Have you seen the Thursday closers? They’re ballooning! I’d like to see how far they go.”
“You’re trying to make people gain by giving them a few brownies,” Ryan said, “But imagine how much you’d make a guy gain by giving him yourself.” Warner smirked.
The next hot wing day, Warner ordered way more than necessary. The sky was partly cloudy, and the air was finally getting warm in the middle of Spring. The pair carried as many bags as they could carry, filled with chicken wings, french fries, burgers, brownies, cookies, donuts, tubs of ice cream, and related food. The big guy was waiting for them, glancing at the hoards of bags that they placed beside him.
“Warner, I’d like you to meet my friend,” Ryan said, turning to the big man, “Hey big guy, I’d like you to meet your dessert.” He caught the big man up to speed, telling him about how the mysterious local feeder turned out to be his boss.
“May I?” Warner asked, kneeling beside the big guy’s belly. The big guy smiled as Warner began rubbing the big guy’s gut. “Oh, man, he wasn’t kidding. Your gut is massive.” He shoved his face up against the big guy’s belly and listened to the gurgling within. He felt air bubbles pop against the side of the stomach walls as he rubbed, and the big guy’s stomach seemed eager and excited to get filled with the feast. The pleasant gurgling felt like an invitation to Warner.
Ryan unpacked some hot wings and burgers to start, might as well feed the big guy the hot food before it cooled off. Not that it mattered in the end, it would all get to 98.6 degrees fahrenheit in the digestive pool of the big guy’s stomach. Warner continued rubbing the big man’s gut, kneading the belly like a mass of jiggly flesh dough. Ryan dropped wing after wing into the big guy’s eager maw. Ryan grabbed a tub of ice cream next, and Warner listened to the excited stomach receiving the creamy sludge excitedly with pops and groans.
Warner got up and grabbed handfuls of french fries to feed to the big guy. The big man just sat back and relaxed, almost purring as he sighed in pleasure, letting the others take care of him and fill his belly up for him. He leaned back and let his eyes droop lazily. All he had to do was taste and swallow. He suggested Warner dip the fries in the melting ice cream, to make the dry treat a bit smoother on the way down. The big guy sucked the melting cream off of Warner’s fingers, pulling his hand suddenly into his mouth and into his throat. Warner shivered in a mixture of excitement, fear, and pleasure. The big guy relinquished his throat’s peristaltic grip on Warner’s hand, and smiled as he saw the desire and longing cross Warner’s face. Warner longed to be the next course, but the big guy had a lot of other food to work through first.
Ryan mashed a whole baker’s dozen of donuts together and shoved the mass into the big guy’s mouth. The big guy repeated the same tease, swallowing Ryan’s arms up to his elbows along with the donut mass, then pausing to enjoy the excited confusion in Ryan’s eyes. Ryan pulled his arms back and shivered, before moving on to a tray of brownies to drop down the big guy’s throat.
The big guy’s belly was already so large, the immense mass of food barely made a dent in it. After eating an equivalent of a full human sized volume of chicken wings, ice cream, burgers and fries, Ryan and Warner started wiping the sides of the ice cream containers with cookies, to ensure no drop of cream went uneaten by the big guy. Warner was getting so excited that he ran back to the ice cream shop, and came back carrying more tubs of ice cream from the deep freezer, plus a bucket filled with chocolate sprinkles.
The big guy sighed and shifted his weight as the mass of food in his gut settled. Ryan took a turn holding his ear up to the big man’s belly. He imagined the food passing through the stomach into the small intestine and bloating up every corner and crevice of the big guy’s digestive system. Ryan watched the big guy with longing as he confidently ate bite after bite of food, chugging half-melted ice cream by the gallon like it was nothing. The thought of being longed for so confidently like this big guy longed for food made him shiver again in pleasure. The big guy seemed to know what Ryan was thinking, glancing at him and pursing his lips slightly in a kissing motion, along with a slow wink.
“Could you swallow me feet first?” Warner asked, “I want to watch you feeding on me.” Warner sat on the rock beside the big guy and shook sand off of his feet. He took a bucket of liquid cream and lathered it on his feet and legs. He swung his legs up out of the tub of ice cream and lowered his feet into the big guy’s inviting maw. The big guy savored the flavor of Warner’s creamy coated legs before swallowing deeply, pulling Warner forward on the rock. Warner gasped as the sudden shift in movement, fully appreciating the power and strength of this man’s throat muscles. He gazed intensely at the man’s mouth, and his eyes darted about to the big guy’s stomach as it quivered and shook with the bigger addition being sent down the gullet. Warner frantically tried to memorize every piece of this experience, to feel every sensation. To encode into his mind the squeeze of the man’s throat, the tickle of his tongue on his skin, the lazy way the big guy’s eyes closed, so calm and sure. The big guy seemed entirely unphased, like swallowing a fully grown, sizable adult male whole was the most normal and natural thing in the world.
Warner pulled his hands to his sides as the big guy’s lips engulfed his butt and lower back. Ryan supported him, placing his arms on Warner’s shoulders and giving him a pep-talk massage, while helping Warner’s torso stay vertical to more easily slide down the big guy’s throat. Warner felt the warm mass of food in the big man’s gut surround his toes and feet like a pressurized hot tub after a pool-side food fight. He kicked his feet around as his gut and pecs got sucked down into the big guy’s mouth, and he let out a quivering breath as the big guy’s lips came down over his neck. The big guy’s tongue sent shockwaves of sensation through Warner’s neck and cheeks and in a moment Warner’s field of view turned to nothing but fleshy walls and clammy throat and stomach muscles.
Ryan kneaded the big guy’s gut, pushing and pulling it back and forth like a cat pressing on a blanket. He listened to it gurgle and groan with the massive dessert of Warner settling inside.
The big guy groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he enjoyed Ryan and Warner’s rubbing of his belly from opposite sides of it.
Warner took deep breaths, jostling about his soupy flesh enclosure, and feeling the ribbed walls that contracted and shifted with his touch. The stomach walls seemed to be having a conversation with his hands as they pushed against them and reminded him where he was. He was nothing but food now.
“Alright, pass me the next chicken wing,” the big guy sighed.
Ryan laughed, saying “You already ate them all - oh, actually, we forgot the bags behind this rock.” Ryan grabbed more bundles of food and tossed them into the big guy’s mouth. The big guy seemed a bit more exhausted than normal after the massive meal, but even with his lazy ligaments hanging by his side and his droopy eyes, he expertly caught every cookie, chicken wing and donut that Ryan tossed at him. Ryan made a game of it, trying to bounce the donuts off of the top of the big guy’s belly before it landed in his mouth. Warner seemed to understand what was happening and pressed up against the top of his stomach enclosure, trying to help the donuts meet their target.
Warner relaxed into the creamy, chicken soup-like hot tub that was excitedly working its way through all the food around him to get to the exciting bit of digesting him.
“Even with all this food diluting your stomach acid, I still feel all tingly!” Warner said. “How long do you think I’ll last in here?”
“I’ve got a healthy working digestive system,” the big guy said, “You’ll probably start breaking down in a few hours, and my body will start converting yours into fat and energy, helping me grow even bigger.”
“Hard to imagine you getting bigger,” Warner said, “You’re already a unit!”
“And you’re a part of that now,” the big guy said appreciatively, rubbing his gut.
“It’s silly to think that when I started my shift today all I could think about was making sure I didn’t forget to order more plastic spoons,” Warner said, “None of that matters now, I’m living the ultimate feeder dream!”
Ryan withheld the last tray of brownies for a moment, and watched the big guy’s sad eyes as Ryan teased him. Ryan offered one brownie for every kiss the big guy gave him. Ryan cuddled up close, rubbing the big man’s belly with one hand, and picking up brownie after brownie with the other. The big guy kissed him slowly, and Ryan giggled as he felt the big guy’s mouth salivating more than normal after eating so much.
“You taste like chocolate,” Ryan said, pulling back to catch his breath.
“You taste like dessert, part two,” the big guy said, as Ryan passed another brownie into his maw. The big guy engulfed Ryan’s whole forearm in his mouth, licking off the sweat and brownie crumbs of his skin, and threatening with his throat to pull Ryan deeper.
“You could still eat more after all of that?” Ryan asked, in amazement.
The big guy pulled Ryan’s hand out of his mouth, before saying “I’m happy to prove just how much I can eat to you.” The big guy opened his mouth wide, licking the chocolate off of his teeth, and lazily raised a hand to jiggle his belly a bit in invitation to Ryan.
“Are you coming in, too, Ryan?” Warner called out. “It’s jostling a great deal, but the water’s fine!”
The big guy’s stomach gurgled in appreciation, as the big guy said, “Second is the best, as they say.”
“If I ever take the plunge,” Ryan said, “Don’t ask me to be your second dish. You best believe I’ll be the main course. And I’ll have to make sure you get a lot more appetizers first so I have a lot of time to spend in there and enjoy it before I get broken down and become belly fat.”
“I look forward to it,” the big guy said.
“But for now, here, have a taste,” Ryan said, pulling the big guy’s face in towards his own as they locked into a passionate kiss.
The other stories I've written about this big guy at the beach!
How Far I'll Go - A Day at the Beach - I
Sean's Story - A Day at the Beach - II
Lord of the Beach Flies - A Day at the Beach III
