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Part 2

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As requested, here’s video from our time together… or at least what’s tumblr appropriate 😜
Part 2
As requested, here’s video from our time together… or at least what’s tumblr appropriate 😜
Part 1
Is this seat taken?
“Happy FARTERS Day Son” BBFfbpfpbpfbf He blasted a nasty, booming fart in his son's face that made him choke and gag on the sulfuric stench of protein and beer. "Since you forgot Father's day AGAIN I've decided that your present this year will be to sniff all my manly gas." BFbfpfpfbfbfbfbfbpfpBffBffpp He knocked his son's head onto the sofa and sat down, suffocating him under his plump ass cheeks as he BFBfbpfbpffp blasted another rumbling fart in his beta son's face. The son was begging to be let go, but his dad's ass cheeks were so plump that all his words were mumbled. BFBfppfbpfpfpBFpp. He farted into his son's open mouth, making him choke on the sulfuric odor as he said, "Eat that fart, bitch," BBFpfpfbBPFBPPBf "Maybe next year you'll get me a present."
Hours later, He was still sitting, smothering, and farting on his son's face. The son no longer thrashed his arms and legs against his dad's larger body and just took his punishment. BBFBpfpfbbfpfpf "That's it son. Sniff up my Alpha's farts." BBBFbpfpfpffp The son sniffed deeply and gagged silently. "You finally learned your place, fart sniffer" BFbfbpfpfp. "Now if you can sniff these next few farts without me smelling them, then I'll let you go. Otherwise, when your older brothers get home and see you sniffing Dad's farts. you know they'll want to test out the family fart sniffer." BFbpfpfbfBFBPFfp
When we’re hanging out this will be your POV most of the time.
Eating a bunch of spicy food and then edging you all night while forcing out farts into your mouth.
Soon you won’t be able to get off at all without the taste of my ass. Then the fun begins.
I think this next one’s gonna have some extra spice on it, hope you’re ready for clean up duty too 👅 open wide!
You're sitting on my face, a normal routine for us. You'd watch TV, call your friends, jerk off, whatever.
And I'd be your cushion.
Sometimes you'd have my nose up your hole, on days when your stomach was acting up and you didn't want to smell it. Today, it was my tongue. You had come home after errands and wanted someone to eat your ass, and, well, you had a cushion that could do that.
You kept letting out nasty farts down my throat. Each worse than the last, to the point where I could taste them. At some point, I pull away to complain, to which you slam your ass back down on my face, forcing my head back to the ground.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask, obviously not expecting a response. A few minutes pass, where a particularly wet fart makes you speak up again.
"Damn, that was nasty... might need the toilet soon."
I whimper, but you don't move. A few more minutes pass, before I realize that all of those farts sound that... dangerous. You seemed to notice too.
"Oh, God, I really have to go, I can barely hold it now, mutt. I don't know how you're holding up through it."
I'm not, but at least you're about to get up. Or so I thought. You don't budge, but your discomfort is showing as you shift above me. I don't understand. Why aren't you budging? Then it hits me. You're not going anywhere.
"I can't hold it anymore, mutt.." is all the warning I get as I feel something solid against my tongue, the log forcing it's way down my throat. It felt never ending, and I tried to pull away, but your hand had grabbed my hair and held me to your ass.
It kept coming, and by the time it was over, and you were standing, I was so... spent.
A hot stream of liquid hit my face, and I realized you were pissing on me, mostly in my mouth.
"Wow, you look like.. shit." The smugness in your voice was all too clear. "Too bad I never wiped, huh?"
I have no time to question before you're sitting back down on me, and I realize that this is just the beginning of a long night.
It was a beautiful day for a hike in the woods, and Tom, or Hungry Bear as he was known on-line, was enjoying the time off. Standing 6'8" and coming in a just over 500 lbs, the beast of a man took a moment to stop and drink from his water bottle and take off his shirt, letting his massive hairy gut spill out and enjoy the sun and fresh air. His pride and joy, he casually rubbed the behemoth and chuckled at the grumble that came from it in response. Yep, time for lunch he mused to himself and he started to make his way back to his cabin. He got about halfway there when he noticed what sounded like muffled music coming from another cabin that was rented out from time to time. Curiosity brought him closer as he first noticed numerous beer cans strewn about the back yard and in the pool. Getting closer, he peered inside the glass doors and saw something that made his gut roar with hunger. Naked and passed out in the living room were three tasty looking twinks, their young bodies looking like the finest of steaks just waiting for the big hungry bear.
“Well, don’t mind if I do.” he said as he opened the unlocked door and slipped inside.
The loud music was mildly annoying but easily ignored as Tom walked up to the first twink passed out on a pool table. A tall but almost painfully skinny blonde with a long soft cock. No doubt the walking toothpick would be massive when erect, almost as if nature was compensating for the lack of muscle. Leaning in close, Tom ran his tongue from the tip of the soft cock, up the smooth hairless torso, to the tender lips. The taste was amazing, as it was with all males that Tom ate. Not wanting to wait any longer, Tom grabbed the large skinny feet of the boy and shoved them into his drooling maw. Even though Tom has been eating other males since he was a teen, it still amazed him how his perfect predator body could so easily take in another full sized human with no effort. The large feet quickly and easily went down his throat followed by the lightly hairy and long legs. A few more gulps and the boys long cock and almost non-existent bony ass were sliding into Tom’s mouth. The mans tongue began to explore every part, even worming it’s way into the boys tight anus as he took the twinks hands and guided them into the greedy mouth, pinning the boys arms to his sides. A few moans came from his meal but Tom pain no attention and he picked the boy up and let gravity aid in his meal. A few more gulps and the boy was in up to his neck, leaving the best part of the meal, the final gulp. Still out cold, the poor boy would never know what happened as Tom placed a hand on the top of the boys head and pushed him in the rest of the way. With the last swallow, the first course was done.
“Damn good meat, but not very filling was he?” Tom asked his gut as the last of the boy slid inside. The now bigger dome of flesh let out a series of gurgles that Tom took as an agreement. “Don’t you worry baby, there’s more.”
Walking over to the next part of his feast, Tom looked down with amusement at the next boy with short brown hair and also on the skinny side, though not as scrawny as the blonde boy had been. Not wanting to tease his gut with foreplay, Tom easily picked up the smaller male and shoved the boys head into his waiting mouth. Almost instantly his meal began to move some as Tom took one great swallow after another. This one wasn’t as wasted as the first had been. As the boys smooth chest passed over Tom’s tongue the boy began to squirm and buck, but against such a powerful predator as Tom, it was all for nothing. Reaching the boys waist, Tom easily shoved the boy in up to his knees, then with one final gulp, the boys feet slipped out of sight and down the slimy throat.
As his second course finished its trip into the waiting gut, Tom had to adjust his balance as his already monster of a gut grew even larger. “Yeah, now that’s much better. But not quite full.” he said as he eyed the last twink asleep in a chair.
This was the smallest of the three, maybe 5'6" with short, bright red hair. He looked so cute and delicious sitting there, lightly snoring. Aside from a patch of red pubic hair, the boy was totally smooth with perhaps an average sized cock. And while Tom’s gut growled in anticipation for this last bit of meat, he also felt another urge start to fill him. With the other two boys already dealt with, Tom saw no reason to not have some fun first. Reaching under his squirming gut, he managed to unzip his shorts and let them fall to the ground. Not one to were underwear, Tom’s 11 inches sprang to attention as he grabbed the boy and flipped him over to his small ass was sticking up in the air. Picking up his large gut, he waddled into position and dropped the boy filled monster on top of the red head. Before the boy could react, Tom let his large mushroom head probe the boys smooth butt until he found the tight hole and shoved in up to the hilt. No amount of beer could dull this kind of pain as the boys eyes snapped open with a howl of pain and surprise.
But Tom didn’t care, he was a predator after all, and these boys were his rightful prey. The feeling of the two in his gut still trying to fight their way out mixed with the screams of the one he was impaling only filled the man with a sense of power. He was bigger, stronger, and he would snuff out these boys and turn them into fuel for his body, just like any predator did with prey. If anything, these boys should feel honored they would be digested by such a perfect male like Tom.
The boy beneath him began to scream less and started to weaken as he was crushed by the weight of the gut on top of him as Tom pulled out until only his cock head was left inside before going all the way back in. This went on for a good five minutes before Tom felt his release coming. He quickened his pace, the boy now limp like a rag doll. Then, throwing his head back and letting out a powerful roar Tom shoved himself in one last time and began shooting wave after wave of hot cum inside the boy. After a few minutes and what felt like a few gallons of cum, Tom pulled out and took a few steps back, looking down at his little fuck toy. The boy didn’t move but was still breathing.
“Well boy, I thank you for the fun, but its time to join your friends as meat.” Tom said with a happy smile as he picked the boy up and carefully maneuvered him so that the man could eat him ass first. Opening wide, Tom slowly lowered the boy’s butt into his waiting maw, enjoying the taste of his own cum as it began to pour out of the boy’s bruised hole. Then with a powerful shove, most of the boys small body was pushed down into the hot and constricting throat. As the boy was roughly folded in half, he tried to let out a moan of complaint, but as Tom gave another swallow the throat crushed the boy to the point he passed out. Tom took a moment to enjoy his reflection in a near by mirror showing his huge gut and the last of the boy sticking out of his mouth, now just a pair of arms and legs. Reaching out to take off the only thing the boy had been wearing, some cute white ankle socks, Tom took one last swallow, sending the last of his meal into his greedy gut.
With a happy sigh, Tom slowly made his way to the couch and collapsed down on it, almost breaking it. His gut was now a mountain of flesh with the occasional bit of noticeable movement from inside.
“You boys did a good job fulfilling your mission in life. You were born meat and now your going to make me stronger.” Tom said as he rubbed what he could of his belly. Then tilting his head back, he relaxed his throat and let lose a belch that shook the windows and caused his gut to shrink down some. Instantly the movements inside intensified for a brief moment then slowed and finally stopped. Tom’s cock began to stiffen as he thought of the boys now dead and waiting to be digested.
The life of an alpha predator was a good one indeed.
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I don't think I remember that one? I know I had one about a teacher sitting on a student.
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Ever since your mom remarried, you had a love-hate relationship with your step dad. He was quite young at only 37, which put him at just under double your age of 18. His personality fit perfectly with yours as both of you were total dominant men who were constantly in the gym, resulting in spending a lot of time together. You always dreamed of getting bigger like him as he was easily 280 lbs compared to your 125 lbs, giving him a significant weight advantage. That was just the love side of your relationship. The hate side? Well, that was the fact he constantly reminded you who the true Dom in the house was using his rank protein farts. At random times without warning, he would fart around you. What was worse was that he would wake you up most mornings by farting on you.
Having been put through this torture for a few years made it surprising when he offered a truce now that you were 18. The offer? After both of you hit a 30-minute session of squats in the home gym, you would lay down on your bed as he tied your limbs to the bed posts. He would then assume his position over you before lowering his big juicy cheeks onto your face, still ripe from the squats. For a full hour, he would sit there, twerk, and gyrate as he saw fit, making sure to work you deep between his doughy cheeks and ensuing his protein farts went straight up your nose with no way to escape, you would be under the beast for the full hour no matter what. The only stipulation he added as a joke was that if you came while under his ass he would abandon the truce. All you had to do now was decide.
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