Stories For The Family (Minus The Kids)

Some stories I’ve written that I want to share with people! Primarily same-size safe m/m vore with some stuffing / belly growth thrown in the mix!

[thebigbellystories]

I was wondering, since tumblr isn't always the kindest to kinksters and likes to kill kink-related blogs randomly, is there anywhere else we can find you and your work?

Hey there!

Unfortunately, I haven’t posted any of my stories elsewhere. If there are suggestions on a good place to do it, lemme know! I did have a voreplay account back in the day that I could look into reviving.

[thebigbellystories]

Heya! I was wondering what you're policy on suggestions is, I had a few in mind for a follow-up to "The Gang's All Here" but I didn't want to overstep while your working on other projects or might have your own vision ready to go. (Or you simply don't want to continue it, which is also fair).

I think your writing and characters are great and am super excited to read what your cooking up regardless though!

Hi there!

By all means, feel free to reach out with ideas and other topics! I’m always down to discuss and have a chat! 😄

I’m very happy to hear you enjoy my writing! It definitely helps keep the drive going to do more!

[thebigbellystories]

Hello, hello again

You have done so well on your stories so far and quite entertaining to imagine.

I was curious to if or how you would continue the jock and nerd story of yours. Because, to me, somehow a jock need to follow the nerd instructions over a FaceTime call to create a new shrinking solution and I’m guessing use one of those party funnels with a tub attached to get the nerd to drink the new solution while holding onto the funnel before he shrink down. And hopefully get pulled back out and not accidentally lose his grip to fall all the way back down.

But then again maybe the nerd would need to get one his friends involved to follow the instructions over the phone to recreate a new shrinking solution while the jock is bored and probably doing a workout during the conversation. May accidentally mess up a step just because nerd was trying to speak as jock was doing a rep. Or when the solution is made the jock has he back turn and accidentally turned to fast and cause the solution to splash onto the friend, shrinking him. And believe the jock could still recover this and eat the friend in a flash so nerd could rub whatever was left on the friend against him… only to find out that he forgot to attach any sort of rope to the friend and that the solution can’t be rub onto someone else to also shrink them down once it is on a person. And soon now have a bigger medicine ball of a gut hanging off his hips. And maybe some of his jock or gym friends are getting envious or left out that they don’t got a nerd in their tank.

But I’m just entertaining some ideas for you and I, haha.

Hey there! Appreciate the kind words! 😄

Yes, there will most definitely be more to their story! I haven’t really figured out where I wanna take it just yet but it’ll happen! I do appreciate the suggestions!

[thebigbellystories]

Will Danny digest his friends?

Hi there!

Nope! His stomach isn’t strong enough. He’ll be a walking boulder from now on, barring any new methods to get his friends out. Seems like a long shot to me. 🤭

[thebigbellystories]

Woof, absolutely loved that latest story! I am curious if you have any plans to continue it in the future though since mason got away. I hope so because I feel like a reunion with his team is an order ~

Hey there! Glad you liked The Gang’s All Here! Appreciate it!

At this time, I don’t plan on another installment. I’m pretty happy with how it ended so to continue on, I’d need to think of how the story should go. In the meantime, I have other stuff I’m working on! 😄

[thebigbellystories]

The Waves Can Be Strong (Pt. 3)

Sooooooo I know I said I didn’t plan on doing a part 3 of this story but inspiration struck and I ran with it! (Special shoutout to @vornyforfood for the suggestions that helped shape this part of the story!) Hope y’all don’t mind. 😉 That said, please enjoy part 3!

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A couple weeks had passed. Over that time, Danny’s belly had shrunk some, but slowly. It was taking longer than they had expected for him to get to a manageable size. In that time, Danny had learned how to maneuver with so much weight in his middle while also being able to do menial tasks like getting his shoes on and driving. Over time, Danny and Bryan bonded, keeping each other company while dealing with such an unusual situation. Danny was starting to appreciate the constant friend and Bryan enjoyed…not having to do anything. Danny had to eat for two, and Bryan had a cozy place to sleep, even if it was slightly cramped.

Finally, the day had arrived. Danny’s gut had shrunk down to where it was primarily just Bryan inside, looking like a bloated beer gut. Bobby had said he would work on a solution to help get Bryan out but needed time to do it, coinciding with the need for Danny to get smaller.

“Alright, Bryan. Ready to see the sunlight again?” Danny asked, heading out the door, keys in one hand and his belly in the other.

“Eh, the sun is overrated, but I guess it’s time,” Bryan said, stretching some.

“Let’s do it!” Danny said, getting in his car and driving them over to Bobby’s. As Danny pulled up, he saw Carlos’s and Bobby’s cars were already there.

“Cool, everyone’s here,” Danny said, parking the car and pivoting out. He straightened up, his belly standing at attention, and then walked inside the door. Carlos was standing there, leaning against the wall and looking at his phone.

“Hey, there you are! Ready for this to be behind you? Bobby said he has what he needs!” Carlos had a huge smile on his face.

“Great! Can we head back?”

“Yup! Let’s go!” Carlos said, walking through the double doors. Bobby stood next to the chair, looking over some documents. He tilted his head up as he heard the doors open.

“Ah, perfect. Let’s get this rolling! I’m excited to get my hands on this data,” Bobby said, turning his back to them as he grabbed something off the shelf.

“Buuuut more importantly, we’re excited to get Bryan out! Right, Bobby?” Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure,” Bobby said, focusing on what was in his hands. “Here, jump up on the chair.” Bobby patted it. Danny walked over, turned and heaved himself up. He laid back, his belly rising in the air.

“Ok, so here’s how this works. This serum,” Bobby raised his hand, holding a small vial, “is designed to loosen up muscles it comes in contact with. A lot. We’re going to use this on your throat to help widen it, making it easier for us to fish Bryan out of that belly of yours.” Bobby patted the top of Danny’s gut. “Once he’s out, the serum will wear off shortly after, and your muscles will feel back to normal. Sounds good?”

“Uh, yeah,” Danny said, slightly unsure. “But who’s going to pull him out?”

“Well, I need to be out here to monitor so…” Bobby turned to Carlos, who was looking at both of them, putting two and two together.

“Ugh, are you serious?!” Carlos asked, rolling his eyes.

“You want to help get Bryan out, right? This is only way to do it,” Bobby said, opening the serum vial. “Now roll up those sleeves and be ready. This is a fairly short window.” Bobby took the serum, put it in a syringe, and stood next to Danny’s head. “You ready? This will pinch.”

“Yeah, just get it over with,” Danny said, tilting his head. Bobby took the syringe and poked Danny’s neck, emptying the contents. Danny could almost immediately feel his neck muscles relax, like jelly. “This is so weird…” Danny said with a bit of a slur. Bobby pulled the lever on Danny’s chair to even him out.

“Ok, Carlos. You’re up,” Bobby said. “Danny, tilt your head back and open up. Carlos, get ready for the extraction of the asset.”

“You’re having too much fun with this,” Carlos said, shaking his head. A small smile flashed across Bobby’s face before he went back to being focused. Carlos moved to where Danny’s head was and stared down his throat as Danny opened wide. “Alright…here goes…” Carlos reached forward and stuck his hands slowly into Danny’s mouth. He grimaced as he pushed further. “So…gross..”

Danny could feel his muscles slowly swallow but didn’t have much control over them thanks to whatever Bobby shot him with. Still, he was happy he wasn’t gagging or constricting his muscles to stop Carlos.

“You’re doing great, Carlos,” Bobby said, walking to Danny’s belly. “You good in there, Bryan?”

“Yup, no complaints here!” Bryan said, leaning back inside. He was looking at the area where he expected Carlos’s hands any second.

Carlos pushed more and more until he was up to his shoulders. Even that deep, though, it didn’t seem to be enough. “Bobby, I can’t go any further but I don’t think I’ve reached the stomach. What now?”

“Same objective. Tilt your head down and keep going.”

“WHAT?! I’m not putting my head in there!!” Carlos’s mind was swimming.

“You want Bryan out or not? We’ve come this far. Keep going, and hurry up, dammit!” Bobby said, looking at the clock.

“Ugh!” Carlos said, closing his eyes and mouth and pushing his head in.

“Urghhhle!” Came from Danny’s mouth as he felt his throat swell with Carlos entering it. He didn’t notice when Bryan was forced into his throat thanks to the waves but now that he was feeling it happen slowly in realtime, it dawned on him how absolutely insane all of this was. Carlos pushed more, feeling his fingers brush against the stomach sphincter.

“I think I’m there!” Carlos tried to say, though it was heavily muffled through Danny’s throat.

“Great! Grab on to Bryan and I’ll guide you back out!” Bobby said.

Bryan started to make out a pair of hands poking through. He watched as wrists and arms followed suit. “Bryan, grab my hands!” Carlos did his best to yell out, hoping Bryan could hear through all the muscles and lining. I’m going to need several showers after all this, Carlos thought to himself, waiting to feel Bryan’s hands. After a moment, he finally felt contact with Bryan…but, then…

“HURGH!” A loud grunt burst from Danny’s mouth. Bobby watched as the half of Carlos that was sticking out was partially yanked IN to Danny, catching both of them by surprise.

“Huh…” Bobby muttered, watching. He didn’t jump in to help. Instead, he wanted to see what would happen next. For a few moments, nothing. Danny was mumbling, trying to ask Bobby questions but Bobby was too focused, making notes as this unraveled.

Inside Danny’s gut, it was getting noisy. Carlos was yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” as he felt himself yanked into Danny’s belly.

“Running on instinct,” Bryan said, trying to maintain a grip on Carlos even with him fighting to get him to let go.

“What does that even mean?! Stop that!” Carlos said, fighting back. He was wiggling around, causing Danny’s throat to bulge and shake. Danny grabbed at his neck, trying his hardest to breathe normally while wondering what the hell was happening.

“Look, I don’t want to leave, ok?! Believe it or not, I’ve enjoyed being here! It’s comfy, I get plenty of free food, and I don’t have to worry about rent anymore! Why would I leave?!” Bryan said, still working to get a firm hold.

“What?!” Carlos said, stunned. “But why drag ME into this?!”

“Call it intrusive thoughts? No idea, but that’s what is happening!” Bryan said, finally securing his hands on Carlos. Then, he yanked hard.

“Whoa!!” Carlos yelled as he felt himself slide further into Danny and come flying into his gut, falling onto Bryan. Danny felt his stomach surge forward, not able to see what was happening from how his head was positioned but feeling like his stomach had grown. Bobby was writing frantically, trying to get down as much as he could. All that was left of Carlos was his feet, and Bobby knew what to do. He packed up his stuff into his bag, threw it around his shoulder, and went to stand where Danny’s mouth was.

“Alright, Danny. Hope you’re prepared,” Bobby said, as he put his hands on Carlos’s feet, kicked up a foot against the wall behind him, and used his strength to push, sending not only the remains of Carlos down but also sending himself. Enough strength was used to get Bobby down to his waist, Carlos’s feet loosening from his grip as they disappeared further in.

Danny was trying to focus, clutching his stomach and feeling the immense pressure inside. His throat muscles were starting to rebound from relaxing, and Danny knew that meant he had to act fast or else his airway would be cut off. With strength combing back, he quickly swallowed, forcing Bobby down more. At this point, Danny wasn’t thinking of anything else except to get his throat clear as soon as he could. A couple more swallows, now with almost his full strength, and Bobby was gone.

*GAAAASP* Danny’s breathing increased, him trying to fill his lungs as the serum had now worn off. “Shit…” Danny said, feeling for the lever on his chair to help him sit up right. He pulled it and felt his head rise. Now he was able to see proper what he was working with, and it was a doozy. His gut was larger than he could have ever imagined, and it was still growing as Bobby found his way inside. He put his hands on it and sighed.

Inside, Bobby had entered the gut and saw Bryan and Carlos arguing. They stopped once Bobby ran into Carlos’s back, knocking them into Bryan who then fell into the belly wall, causing it to surge forward and for Danny to let out an audible “OOF” from impact.

“Bobby?! What’re you doing here? And get off!” Carlos said, trying to get out from underneath Bobby. With the three of them now in there, room was essentially non-existent.

“Research,” Bobby said, nonchalantly. “How are you two doing?” He looked at them. Carlos stared at him, mouth open in shock. Bryan, on the other hand, looked pleased and smiled.

“Terrific, honestly. What started as a potential nightmare morphed into an amazing opportunity. I like it in here!” Bryan said with a grin, patting the roof and side of the belly.

“And that’s what we were arguing about before you bulldozed in! How could you like it in here?!” Carlos asked, exasperated at the whole situation.

“You’d know if you were here, and now you are, so you’ll learn, I promise.” Bryan winked at Carlos. It took everything in Carlos not to punch Bryan square in the face.

“Interesting…” Bobby said, grabbing his bag, getting his notepad, and jotting notes down.

“Really? Now?!” Carlos said, shoving Bobby into the wall.

“How else am I supposed to record my thoughts?” He responded. Luckily, he hadn’t dropped his notes into the belly juice they were wading in but decided to put them in his bag for safe keeping while tensions were clearly high.

“Hey, can you guys knock is off in there?” Danny asked. His gut had stopped growing but the men inside had been causing it to jostle around. The belly sloshed as they did, and despite him holding it, the movements inside were too strong. The last big push caused his gut to bulge out, and it was at a spot he couldn’t easily get to.

“Our bad,” Bryan said. “The new bellymates are getting used to the limited room.”

“Dude, we are NOT bellymates, whatever the hell that is! We need to get out of here!” Carlos said, putting his hands against the walls, trying to find where they had come in from.

“Yeah, about that. We can’t,” Bobby said, leaning against the wall, still observing.

“…..what?” Carlos asked, slowly turning to face Bobby.

“Well, yeah. By this point, Danny’s neck should be back to normal. Danny won’t be able to swallow anything large like he did with us now but, likewise, we can’t exactly go back out.” Bobby sounded practically monotone with his delivery, as if he was giving a presentation.

Carlos’s mouth fell open, a total loss of words. He didn’t know what to say or how to react. A flood of emotions were hitting him.

“Sounds like great news to me! Glad you two could join me!” Bryan said, clapping both on the shoulders.

“Alright, so I’m free to go, then?” Danny’s voice rang through. He swung his feet around the side of the chair and lifted himself out, taking it slow as to not topple over. He was beyond massive, and standing only helped accentuate how round and bulbous he was. Still, his legs held strong. The last couple weeks of carrying Bryan around had prepared him somewhat for this.

“Danny, how are you so calm about this?!” Carlos blurted out.

“Probably cause I expected this to happen,” Danny said, shrugging to himself. He took a step forward, his boulder belly shaking slightly. He took another, and another, finally getting into a rhythm.

Inside, the three men were getting shaken from the movement, having to use the stomach walls and each other to stabilize. Carlos caught his breath and then spoke up.

“What do you mean you expected this?!”

“Bryan wasn’t exactly shy about how much he was enjoying being in there. It’s kind of what made the last couple weeks easier. I was worried me going about my day was going to ruin his but that didn’t happen. If anything, we kind of bonded over the situation.” Danny managed to step out of the clinic and saw the car. He pulled out the keys and unlocked the car.

“So…what? Bryan decided to just live in here?” Carlos asked.

“I hadn’t really said it out loud but…yeah. When you popped in here to grab me, I realized I didn’t want to leave,” Bryan said, rubbing his chin.

“And you! Why did YOU come in here?” Carlos turned to Bobby.

“Like I said, research,” Bobby said.

“You expect me to believe you essentially subjected yourself to living in here POSSIBLY FOREVER just so you could write a fucking paper on it?!” Carlos couldn’t help raising his voice in disbelief.

“Is this your first time meeting me? I’ll do whatever I need to get answers I’m after,” Bobby said, unbothered by Carlos’s anger.

Danny could almost see Carlos’s anger ruminating through his belly. He patted it. “Carlos, think of it this way. No more rent, no more work, no more worries. You guys get to just hang. What’s the problem?”

Carlos didn’t even know how to answer that. So much was flooding his mind. The biggest thing, though? “And you are fine with just…being the living apartment for three men?! Gonna eat for all of us?! Make sure we stay hydrated?! Everything?!”

“Yeah, why not?” Danny said, getting into the car. He had to push the car all the way back and sit up as straight as possible to see over the dome his belly made but it was doable.

“I just…I don’t…” Carlos just leaned back against the belly wall and stared into his lap.

“I think we broke him,” Bryan said, poking him in the arm but not getting a response.

“He’ll be fine,” Bobby said. “As much as he wants to protest, he’s also intrigued. Who wouldn’t be?” Bobby said, taking out his notebook again now that things calmed down. “Anyway, if we’re all set, I’m gonna work on the rest of my paper.”

“Sounds good to me! What’s the plan, Danny?” Bryan said, giving the belly walls a nice rub.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m rather hungry. Ready for dinner?” Danny asked, giving his belly a nice pat as he backed the car up and headed out of the clinic parking lot.

“I get to decide what we eat, bellymates,” Carlos said, coming out of his stupor. He finally thought to himself: Fuck it, might as well lean into it.

“Atta boy! Bryan said, leaning into Carlos for a hug. “This will be awesome!”

“Alright, alright, settle down in there, boys, you’re gonna give me a stomachache,” Danny said, with a laugh. “Tell me where you wanna go!”

“Thai food. Pad Thai for me, spice level 2 with extra tofu,” Carlos said.

“Yellow curry for me! Spice level 6!” Bryan responded.

“I’ll also do pad Thai with beef. Spice 3,” Bobby said, not looking up from his report.

“You guys got it!” Danny said. His belly let out a good rumble, shaking the men and even making Danny grab it as he felt the movement. “Looks like I’ll probably need to get some extra Thai for me at this rate!”

With that, Danny set out for the nearest Thai place, excited to have his friends so close with him and…to finally tame this damn hungry belly beast.

[thebigbellystories]

The Gang’s All Here

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Roger asked. He was slowly starting to come around after being hit on the back of the head. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was tied to a wall, both his hands strapped by ropes above his head, making him look like he had formed the letter “I.” As he looked around, he saw several of his friends sitting in front of him, all tied and bound with their mouths covered. They looked like they all had fear in their eyes.

“What the fuck?! Are you guys ok??” Roger asked. This wasn’t right. Him and his friends were the most notorious group around. How the fuck did they get in such a bad situation? He couldn’t remember anything. Someone must have gotten the jump on him but who? The guys all looked at him and struggled against their restraints, unable to do much else except grunt in frustration.

”Shit, we gotta get out of here!” Roger said, trying to yank at the ropes holding him. Despite being 6’ 2” and fairly muscular, he was having no luck.

“I’d save my energy, if I were you,” a voice said.

“Huh? Who’s there?! Show your face, fucker!” Roger spat. As he squinted, he saw a figure emerge from behind where his friends stood. He tried to make out the features of who it was as they came into view. The figure slowly got closer to Roger. Finally, he could see who had spoken to him from the shadows.

“Charlie? Is that you?” Roger asked. Charlie had been Roger’s best friend back when they were in grade school, but eventually Roger realized Charlie was holding him back from his true potential and he decided to cut him loose. Since then, Roger became more of a bully to Charlie throughout high school and even college. From his perspective, Roger was trying to toughen Charlie up but it never seemed to work. When Roger formed his gang with his friends, Charlie wanted nothing to do with it.

“Yes, Roger. It’s me.” Charlie didn’t smile or show any real emotion. It was rather scary for Roger. He’d never seen Charlie come off so cold.

“The fuck is going on? What happened?” Roger demanded.

“Easy. I lured you into a fairly simple trap along with your cronies here and it went without a hitch. I’m actually a little disappointed there wasn’t much of a fight,” Charlie said.

“A trap? For what? What’re you planning on doing?”

“I want you to stop being the asshole you’ve turned into. I’ve watched you torment the people of this neighborhood for years, including me, and enough is enough. I’ve taken matters into my own hands,” Charlie said.

“You? Really? The fuck are you gonna do? You’re a spineless punk who’s not worth licking my boots clean!” Roger shot back. His fuse was already running out and he was about to lose himself.

“Careful, Roger. Don’t make me plug that loud mouth of yours.”

“How the fuck you gonna do that? You don’t have it in you!” Roger said.

“I’m warning you. Quiet down or one of your friends here isn’t going to like what happens next,” Charlie was starting to lose his cool, too.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t hurt any of them. This is all a scare tactic against me and it isn’t going to work cause you’re all bark and no bite!” Roger had had enough. He began pulling on his restraints again. He swore he felt them starting to come loose.

“Is that so?” Charlie said. He grabbed one of Roger’s friends, Daniel, and marched him up to Roger. Daniel looked terrified as he tried to guess what was going to happen.

“Sup, Daniel? Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Charlie will chicken out and let you — mmph!” Roger was cut off. Charlie had grabbed Daniel and shoved him headfirst into Roger’s mouth. Roger’s eyes shot right open. The fuck was Charlie doing?! Roger felt Daniel slowly get pushed to the back of his throat, his hair tickling the roof of his mouth.

“I warned you, Roger, to shut your mouth but you didn’t listen. Now I’ve had to use Daniel to do it for me. Don’t panic, though. I won’t hurt Daniel. He’ll be perfectly fine. Well, assuming you’re nice to him,” Charlie said as he pushed Daniel more. Daniel tried to thrash around but the ropes were making it really difficult.

Roger was trying to figure out what Charlie meant. How would he be nice to Daniel? As he pondered, Daniel hit the back of Roger’s throat. Then, without warning, Roger’s body forced him to swallow. Daniel’s head was pulled down Roger’s throat, his shoulders and chest entering his mouth now. Oh, fuck, Roger thought. This is what Charlie meant! He was going to make him swallow Daniel! That sick bastard!

Roger made muffled sounds to Charlie and Daniel in hopes they would stop. Daniel was making it worse by struggling, forcing his body to swallow more to try to get some air. Meanwhile, Charlie was starting to stop pushing now, letting Roger’s body do the work.

“Well, looks like Daniel wants to keep going. Better finish this up, Roger,” Charlie said as he went up to Roger’s face and tilted it up. In doing so, gravity had a greater impact on Daniel, forcing him more into Roger’s throat and mouth. Daniel started to struggle harder, unintentionally helping gravity feed Roger. Roger’s eyes widened again. This couldn’t be happening, could it? Daniel was now down to his waist in Roger’s mouth and Roger’s stomach was starting to bloat out to make room.

Roger did everything he could to fight back, the tears of the pain starting to form at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t let them fall, though. He was not about to give Charlie the satisfaction. He swallowed on, sending Daniel further into his stomach, making his way past his butt and legs, leaving just his feet. With one final swallow, he sent Daniel all the way in and let out a big gasp, finally able to get air into his lungs.

“Holy shit, what the fuck did you just make me do?!” Roger said. He looked down at his stomach and his eyes almost popped out of this head. His gut was huge, having burst out of his shirt and jacket, the hairy orb taking up the room in front of him! Not only that, it was shaking, its captive trying to find a way out. Roger’s belly sloshed and groaned from all the movement, making Roger want urgently to grab his stomach to calm it down.

“Simple, Roger,” Charlie said cooly. “You’ve made it well known to me and everyone else that you torment how much these people mean to you. I just decided to help make sure they’re somewhere that you’ll never have to miss them.” Charlie walked over and placed a hand on Roger’s shaking stomach. He very clearly felt Daniel inside, squirming his hardest to get out of his new home. Roger stared at the sight in awe, not sure what to do, not that he could really do anything.

“You better…get him…the FUCK…out of me,” Roger panted, Daniel’s struggles really taking a toll on him.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. You’d have to get him out,” Charlie said. He looked over at the other three gang members. They all looked absolutely mortified. Charlie sized each one up and down. Joey, the largest of the bunch, was 6’ 4”, 270 pounds and a fairly warm brown skin complexion. Joey typically dealt with getting the money from the illicit transactions the group did. He was also in charge of getting rid of anyone in his way, though, thankfully, he hadn’t needed to do that yet. Miles, on the floor next to Joey, was smaller at 5’ 7” and 165 pounds. He handled the books to cover the money coming and going. He preferred taking a more laid-back approach than his fellow members, not wanting to get mixed in too much. Lastly was Nathan, a middle range of both. He was 6’ 0” and around 220 pounds. He kept watch over Roger’s back, making sure no one got in his way. He preferred being more muscle than anything else, and this afforded him the opportunity to do so.

Charlie skimmed them all. He knew Roger wasn’t going to stop what he was doing over just one member, so he was prepared to lower the numbers. He walked over to Nathan, yanked him up, and marched him over to Roger.

“What the hell are you going to do with Nathan?” Roger asked, cringed as his gut continued to shake. Charlie took Nathan and shoved his face into Roger’s gut.

“Do you hear that, Nathan?” Charlie asked. Nathan started panicking, wanting to be anywhere but there. “That’s the sound of someone getting what they deserve.” Roger’s gut seemed to shake more. Charlie pulled Nathan up and looked at Roger. Roger was still trying to catch his breath when Charlie shoved Nathan into his mouth. His eyes immediately bulged out, wanting to yell but unable to get anything out. Nathan, for his part, was trying his best to flail and shake off Charlie but stopped. Charlie was completely in control of the situation. He continued to push Nathan in, getting Roger to swallow beyond his head, then his shoulder, then his torso. Charlie decided to step back at this point.

“Well, well, Roger. It looks like you have quite the mouthful. You best swallow the rest if you want to get some air that I can tell you so desperately need.” Charlie smiled. It was true; Roger’s airway was completely blocked and the only way fix it was to swallow down Nathan. He absolutely hated the idea but knew there was nothing to be done. He begrudgingly started to swallow on his own, slightly tilting his head back to get gravity to help. He felt this stomach start to bulge even more, Nathan joining Daniel. Daniel started fighting more frantically, his room being taken up very quickly by Nathan. Finally, with one last gulp, Roger managed to swallow the rest of Nathan down, immediately dropping his head to stare at his belly. It was positively massive and shaking like an earthquake from what was happening within. It continued to grow and bulge out, the last of Nathan finding his way inside. Roger did his best to get air into his lungs, his head starting to swim from what was happening.

“Atta boy, Roger. I knew you could do it.” Charlie came over and gave Roger’s belly some solid rubs, feeling Nathan and Daniel panicking inside.

“Charlie, stop, this has gone way too far!” Roger said between labored breaths. His belly was still swelling out as the last of Nathan made its way inside. “You’re gonna make me pop!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Charlie said, standing in front of Roger, rubbing his belly. It felt tight, Daniel and Nathan groaning inside, still bound and gagged from Charlie’s work. There was little they could do. “Ya know, I heard two’s a party but three is a crowd. I don’t know if I believe that. Should we find out?” Charlie asked as he stepped away and walked over to Joey, who was struggling like mad as he knew what was coming.

Roger also started to panic. “Charlie, you can’t be serious! There’s no fucking room in me! He’s got nowhere to go!” Suddenly, Roger’s belly let out a loud rumble. It almost sounded like it was…hungry? Roger looked at his belly in surprise.

“Sounds to me like you need more, not less. I’m just giving you what you want!” Charlie said with a wicked grin. He grabbed Joey by the scruff of his neck and stood him up. This was going to be quite the challenge for Roger, but Charlie knew he could do it. He pushed Joey forward, who stumbled, still slightly dazed. Once they got to Roger, Charlie turned to Roger and smiled. “Alright, open up!”

“Charlie, enough! There’s no way I can do this and you know it! You made your point! Let him and Miles go!” Roger pleaded. It had been a while since he had felt so backed into a corner. Charlie really did hold all the power here, and he’d have to try to negotiate for once instead of using force to get out of this. Unfortunately for him, Charlie was nowhere near interested.

“I said ‘OPEN’!” Charlie said, giving Roger’s belly a kick. In doing so, not only did it jostle some gas in Roger’s gut, it forced out an extra large burp, giving Charlie his opportunity. He lined Joey up and pushed him in as hard as he could. Roger immediately felt his throat bulge as Joey hit the back of his throat. Joey was easily the biggest of the bunch. There was no way he could do this! And yet, there was nothing to do but swallow. As Charlie pushed, Joey began his descent into Roger, feeling his throat muscles squeezing him. Against his big frame, it was especially tight, but Roger kept going. Joey’s shoulders proved to be a challenge. Roger’s eyes started to water again. This was beyond torture. Charlie didn’t give up, though, and shoved more. Eventually, they, too, made it into Roger’s throat and headed down. After that, it was smooth sailing. Charlie casually pushed as Joey went down, forcing Roger’s belly to grow again and the men inside to get closer and closer together. Finally, Joey’s feet entered Roger’s mouth and he gave one more big swallow, immediately catching his breath as he watched his stomach swell to a size he never could imagine.

“What…have you…done?!” Roger gasped out, completely shocked at what had happened.

“What I needed to. All of you are a menace and it was time to knock you down a peg,” Charlie said as he turned to Miles. Miles caught his eye and began to do what the other three had tried: thrash to get away. Charlie started walking towards him.

“Charlie…please,” Roger got out, sounding out of breath. His body had been put through more than he could ever have imagined and he had no more energy to give. Charlie ignored him and continued walking towards Miles. He knelt down but, to the surprise of Roger and Miles, he didn’t pick Miles up and bring him to Roger. Instead, Charlie…took off his mouth cover and cut him loose. Miles stared at him in shock.

“I think my point has been made, and you were always the more reasonable one of this bunch. You can go, but I’d suggest you keep this a secret,” Charlie said to Miles. He gave a quick smile but went back to looking stern. Miles didn’t say a word. He nodded quickly, and then he bolted as quick as he could while looking naturally. Once Miles was out of view, Charlie turned back to Roger. “Now…how are we feeling?”

Roger looked out of this world, his stomach taller and wider than the rest of Roger several times over. It gurgled and groaned, shaking as the three inside fought against their constraints. “Do you even need to fucking ask,” Roger said. He felt sick, wanting to rub his stomach so bad. “Help a guy out?”

Charlie decided to oblige and walked over. He put his hands on Roger’s stomach and rubbed. It was firm to the touch, though Charlie could makeout the forms of the men inside. “Way to be the big man on the streets,” Charlie joked.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you and keep rubbing,” Roger said with a slight grimace. His stomach was beyond in pain, but the rubs were helping somewhat. His stomach was still gurgling and sloshing like crazy, but at least the pain was easing. “So now that you’ve made me eat my crew, what’s your plan?”

“Me? Oh, I’m done. Now that these assholes are off the streets, I expect things, and you, will calm down.” Charlie kept rubbing while admiring his work. “Ah, one more thing.” He stopped briefly to remove the ropes around Roger’s hands. Once free, Roger stretched his arms and then put them on his belly, now truly getting to feel his newfound growth.

“Well, it’s true I won’t be roaming around for a while. Not with this thing,” Roger said, patting his gut. The men inside squirmed, making him wince. “These fucks need to calm down in there.”

“Would you? I bet it’s pretty tight where they’re at,” Charlie smirked.

“Even still, goes to show they weren’t as tough as I thought they were. Good riddance,” Roger slapped his belly, causing an extra loud gurgle to emit.

“So, you gonna keep them in there?” Charlie asked.

“Do I have a choice? You getting them in there was already unbelievable. No fucking way I’m gonna be able to throw them up,” Roger said. “But damn, how am I gonna get home?”

“I can help with that. My pickup is around the corner. Plenty of room in the bed,” Charlie said as he continued rubbing. Roger looked at him and smirked.

“Well, ain’t that a nice gesture? Where did that cold, badass fucker who did this to me earlier go?” Roger asked.

“He got what he needed and bailed. Now you just get regular ole me, the guy who used to be your best friend.” Charlie looked into Roger’s eyes. Roger immediately could see the coldness from his eyes was gone. Back was the warmer, friendlier Charlie that Roger had forgotten about. Why did they stop being friends? When did Roger decide to leave him behind?

Roger’s stomach lurched. The men inside were still wriggling around. “Ugh, these assholes are exhausting. This is gonna take some getting used to,” Roger said, helping Charlie rub his gut in an attempt to soothe it.

“You gonna be able to walk with all this?”

“I’ll manage. No way am I letting these clowns slow me down,” Roger said, taking a step forward. His gargantuan gut wobbled as he moved, but Roger maintained his posture. “I’m not a quitter, you know that!”

“You’re also stubborn as an ass,” Charlie said, smiling to himself. “I gotta say, I expected you to be way more upset about all this.”

“Oh, I was,” Roger started, still walking forward, “but after thinking on it, I’m way more impressed you could do all this. Didn’t know you had it in you!” Roger looked at Charlie and gave him an approving nod. His belly let out a loud gurgle, seemingly giving its approval, too. The gang inside were still struggling, but to no avail.

“I didn’t either. Something came over me, but I’m glad it all worked out. You need to turn things around, Roger. You’re better than this,” Charlie said, helping Roger move forward. Roger was starting to pick up the pace, the belly being less of an obstacle.

“Look, I get it, alright? Point made. This thing,” Roger poked his belly, “will be a permanent reminder. Though damn is my food budget gonna explode now that I’m eating for four.”

“That’s…my fault, so I’ll pitch in, don’t worry. For now, let’s get your bloated ass home. It’s been a long day,” Charlie said.

“Smart. You remember where I live?” Roger asked. His stomach groaned and glorped. He let out a solid BUUUURRRP, feeling his bellymates get angry. “Fuck, settle down, assholes! This is your home, now. Get used to it!” he shouted at his belly, giving it a punch.

“Yup, I still do, for some reason,” Charlie laughed. “Come on, bubba.” Charlie and Roger continued walking, their friendship now different but renewed and both were ready for what comes next.

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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.

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I love your stories a lot . You do such a great job writing your stories and your characters are well written . I was wondering how you felt about perma endo ?

Thanks so much! So glad you’re enjoying them! 😄

Truthfully, permanent endo vore is right up my alley! At the core of my desire to write is I just love the idea of men with impossibly big bellies, and the idea of them essentially having a constant belly fully of a friend (or friends) is super appealing!

That said, my brain is adamant I have a narrative way to explain why that’s not a problem going forward and it’s something I’ve ran into writing blocks with. I know that when it comes to something like vore, realism is already being suspended but I do like the idea of vore being an incorporation into our world rather than an alternate version (if that makes sense?) so I tend to write like there is an ending where things go back to normal.

Buuuuuut all that rambling aside, I am working on a couple stories that do involve some permavore so I’m definitely breaking down them barriers! Stay tuned!

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Hiya! First off I wanna compliment you on your stories, because they're incredible! My favorite ones you've done so far are the Construction Workers ones (especially the alt ending, I love multiple prey), and the one you posted earlier today.

And second I had a question; what do you think about preds or prey that are mostly human but are classified as monsters more? For example mermen, fairies/elves, nagas and centaurs? I think a story about a merman luring surfers into his stomach, or a fisherman swallowing a merman whole would be great!

Hey there!! Thanks for reading! So glad you like them! I enjoy multi prey too! (Between you and me, I’ve been casually doing another alt ending to Construction Fiasco on the side that may involve a belly threesome…but don’t tell anyone. 🤫)

I’m partial to writing with humans, but can somewhat extend past that depending. For example, I’ve done some rough drafts for stuff like genies, but the main idea is that the characters are human. Mermen and centaurs trip me up some cause they’re part animal and I have harder time writing with those in mind.

As I go, I’ll try experimenting human variations (I could see something more fantastical like elves) and if something comes from it that I like, I’ll be sure to share!

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I love your stories dude! The situations and relationships and size differences are all great. Looking forward to more man

Aww, thank you so much! I’m so glad you are enjoying them! Makes me excited to write more!

And truly to you and everyone else who reads, follows, likes and reblogs, I cannot express enough how much it means to me. I’m so critical of my writing and it’s so good to hear that y’all appreciate what I put out. Thank you all so so much and I hope to continue to produce stories y’all are excited to read! ❤️

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Mobile Jail Cell

“So, what are we going to do with him this time?” Brody asked.

“Hmm?” Mac said, looking up from the paper he was reading.

“Focus, Mac. We need to decide on what we’re doing with the kid,” Brody said, rolling his eyes. “This is the, what, fifth time? Sixth time that he’s gotten picked up for doing something stupid? He can’t keep coming back here.”

“I know, but until he gets his shit together, he’ll be spending his nights in a jail cell,” Mac said, shrugging. Mac and Brody were deputies of the local sheriff’s office, typically relegated to nightly patrols around the city and making sure anyone who’s thinking of getting up to no good doesn’t make it very far. Usually, the city was pretty quiet, but some liked to disrupt that piece for the fun of it. One such person was Tanner, known as “the kid” in the office despite being in his early 20s, who had become a bit of a nuisance to the community. He never did anything major, but when he drank too much, he liked to tag buildings, blast music as he walked down the streets, and pick fights with people who crossed his path. The Sheriff’s office didn’t see him as a threat to the community, but they did have to try to calm the situation, which usually meant hauling Tanner in and having him spend the night in a jail cell.

Unfortunately, this time, the jail cells were all full from an outside group of troublemakers who came to visit and decided to make themselves known. Now they had Tanner in a holding room, trying to decide what to do with him.

“Considering the cells are full, we need somewhere else for him to go. Ideas?” Brody asked.

“Hmm,” Mac thought. Mac, a man in his early 50s who was had a solid build, salt and pepper hair, and a short but full beard to match his somewhat short head of hair, looked tougher than he tended to be. He didn’t like coming down hard on people, especially when he knew they were more likely than not just acting out rather than trying to be a problem for everyone. Tanner fell into that category, but Mac also knew that he needed to be firm or else people like Tanner were only going to get worse. Now he had to figure out how to handle this. An idea popped into his head.

“Ok, I think I know what to do but you gotta trust me on this,” Mac said, giving Brody a confident smile.

“Uh oh, what’re you gonna do?” Brody asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see. I’m gonna go talk to him and should be back shortly,” Mac said, getting up and heading to the holding room. He lightly knocked on the door and then entered. Tanner was sitting at the table, head down, his drunkenness starting to subside. He lifted his head as he heard Mac walk in.

“K, I’m ready for my hotel room,” Tanner said with a smirk, proud of his joke.

“Not tonight, kiddo. No room,” Mac said, crossing his arms.

“Oh bummer, guess that means I’ll be leaving then,” Tanner said, standing up and pulling his hood over his head. “Maybe next time, sir.” Tanner started walking towards the door but Mac stood in his way.

“Not so fast. I didn’t say you could leave,” Mac said, looking down on him. Mac’s 6’ 3” height made him quite imposing against Tanner’s 5’ 9”.

Tanner looked confused. “Ok…so where am I going then? Your house?”

Mac grinned. “You could say that…” he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Tanner took a couple steps back.

“Wh-what’re you doing?!” Tanner asked, sounding alarmed.

“Oh don’t get any ideas. I just really like this shirt and don’t want to ruin it,” Mac said, finishing opening his shirt, his abs with solid happy trail now on display. “Now, let’s get you to your…cell.” Mac took a couple quick strides forward and grabbed Tanner, who was too stunned to react. Mac opened his mouth wide, picked up Tanner, and shoved him head first into his mouth. Tanner’s head immediately hit the back of Mac’s throat, at which point Mac swallowed hard. The strength of his swallow sent Tanner down to his chest into his throat.

Tanner began to struggle, the muffled sounds of his voice coming through the bottom of Mac’s throat as he started to come to realize what was happening. Unfortunately for him, no one was around to hear and Mac was on a mission, so down he we went. Mac continued to swallow, moving from Tanner’s chest to his stomach, his waist, and past his butt. Now just Tanner’s legs were hanging out of his mouth. By this point, Tanner’s head had entered Mac’s stomach.

“What the actual fuck?!” Tanner yelled out into the stomach cavern, the sound lightly bouncing off the walls. All the struggling and fighting he did couldn’t get him free of Mac’s mouth. He realized too late it was making things worse. Now all he could do was feel himself sliding more and more inside. His head eventually hit the bottom, forcing him to start curling into a ball, his back lining up with the walls of the stomach. It was thanks to Tanner’s entrance into the stomach that Mac’s gut started to balloon out.

Mac tilted his head up, letting gravity help send the rest of Tanner in. As he did, he gripped his stomach, feeling it swell as Tanner took up space. The fullness he was experiencing was indescribable, but he knew there was no stopping now. Tanner’s thighs and knees entered his mouth. He was getting close to the end. His stomach now pushing the size of an exercise ball, he could feel Tanner yelling and putting up a fight, though Mac’s stomach muscles were far to strong for Tanner to cause any serious problems. Mac felt Tanner’s ankles and, lastly, his feet enter his mouth. With one final swallow, Mac sent the last of Tanner into his stomach.

“Ahhh,” Mac said, his airway finally clear. His throat was still swollen but forcing Tanner down. Mac turned his head down and watched as his stomach grew, making room for all of Tanner. It took a few more seconds but, eventually, it was done. Tanner was balled up in his gut.

“Welcome to your new cell, Tanner. I hope you enjoy your stay,” Mac said with a grin, giving his stomach a pat. It immediately started to move and shake, Tanner struggling more. Still, it was useless. Mac spent a lot of time in the gym in a past life and even did amateur body building for years. There was no way Tanner was going anywhere.

Mac straightened himself up, stabilizing himself with the new found weight. His belly seemed even larger now that Mac had stretched some. He patted it, and headed out of the holding room, making his way back to Brody. He entered the room and walked up to Brody’s desk, his gut right next to his head.

“How did it g—“ Brody started to say, until he turned to look at Mac and was staring right at a gaping belly button. Brody jumped back in his chair. “What the hell?!”

“I found a space for Tanner. No need to worry about it,” Mac said, folding his hands on top of his belly shelf.

“Huh?” Brody asked, his brain still trying to understand.

“Don’t overthink it. Tanner’s in here,” Mac rubbed his belly. “No need to find a jail cell when I have a mobile one right here.” Tanner caused Mac’s stomach to shake some, causing some gurgling and glorping to emanate from it and helping prove Mac’s point.

“Dude…how did you even know you could do this?” Brody asked, staring in awe.

“Eh, long story. Let’s just say I did a lot of experimenting in college. Some habits died over the years, others laid dormant. I’m just glad something good came from the college years…other than my degree, of course,” Mac said, slightly laughing. Mac looked at Brody’s face and smiled. His reaction made all of this even better. “Like what you see?”

Brody’s face went red. “D-don’t be ridiculous. I’m just watching a freak of nature show off. Not exactly something you see everyday.”

“Aww, you sure it’s not just your mpreg kink getting the best of you?” Mac walked a few steps closer, pushing his belly into Brody’s face.

“Oh, come on, Mac,” Brody said, trying to move further back. “You’re an idiot. Besides, not sure my wife would sign off on any of that.” Brody tried to turn back to his computer, sneaking a few glances as he spoke. “Anyway, what’s your plan now? You going to give birth tomorrow or something to let him out?”

“Not exactly. I’m thinking Tanner may due with a little more incubation. Maybe a week?” Mac said, rubbing his chin with one hand while rubbing circles on his belly with the other. Tanner was still making a fuss but seemed to have worn himself out. Poor guy didn’t know that all he was doing was for naught.

“You’re gonna carry this thing for a week?!” Brody asked in shock, giving the firm gut a solid smack, causing more motion to be seen under the surface.

“Hey, careful! My abs are strong but not numb to pain!” Mac said, brushing his hand away and rubbing the spot he hit. “It’ll be fine. I’ve done worse.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”

“Story for another time. I think I’m gonna head home. This jail needs a break,” Max said, winking. He strode over to his desk and grabbed his stuff, careful to maneuver himself to avoid hitting anything with his boulder of a belly. Once he packed up, he said goodnight to Brody, who snuck one last glance at him and blushed a slight red before turning back to his computer, and headed out.

“Alright, Tanner. This is gonna be one hell of a week. Be a good cell mate and don’t cause a stir in there,” Mac said, rubbing his belly and getting into his car. Hopefully after this week, he’ll never have to see Tanner at work again.

[thebigbellystories]

Experiment Mishap

“Damn, it worked!” Brad said, pumping a fist in the air.

“Yup, it sure did! Thank God!” Pete replied. He was standing on the table, roughly six inches tall after taking the shrinking formula he and Brad had decided to try for their school assignment. It took a lot of work, primarily from Pete as he was the bookworm and Pete was…the muscle? It was a typical nerd / jock situation. Still, Pete wanted a good grade so he didn’t mind Brad riding his coattails. “Now we gotta make notes so we can right up the report!”

“Yeah, yeah, but first…” Brad said, smirking. He wanted to try something. Being 6’ 4” and 280 pounds of mostly muscle, he tended to eat a lot, even when he wasn’t actually hungry. It just felt good to be full. Right now, that feeling was coming over him but he wasn’t sure when the next meal would be so, maybe, this could substitute…for now. He picked up Pete by his shrunken shirt.

“Whoa, what are you doing?!” Pete asked, feeling queasy from how high up he was, relatively speaking.

“I’m doing a science experiment of my own,” Brad said. “Be sure to send pics!” With that, he opened his mouth and held Pete over it.

“Brad, you idiot, don’t you —“ and then Pete fell, right into Brad’s open mouth and sliding down, disappearing into his throat. Brad felt the lump of Pete and swallowed, pushing him down. Pete yelled as he slid down the worst slip and slide he could imagine before he was dumped unceremoniously into a shallow pool in his stomach. He quickly stood up and frantically looked around. It was pitch black as his eyes had not adjusted yet.

“Huh, thought he would be tastier,” Brad said, walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. He lifted his shirt, wondering if he could see Pete. All he got back was his abs staring back at him.

“Brad, get me OUT of here!!” Pete yelled, though Brad couldn’t hear him. The walls of muscle and fat were a solid sound barrier. Pete tried to scavenge his way forward to find the stomach wall so he could give it a pound. He managed to do so after stumbling around, but Brad barely registered it. Pete wasn’t sure what to do until he remembered his cell phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and immediately called Brad.

Brad fished his phone out of his pocket, saw Pete’s name, and smiled. “Hey there, little guy! How’s your trip going?”

“Brad, what the actual hell?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Pete said, trying not to completely lose his voice from shouting.

“Honestly, not sure. It just came to my head and I decided to go with it,” Brad said, shrugging. “But hey, we can put this in our report!”

“What?! No way we’re doing that! Way too questions I don’t want to answer!” Pete was mortified at the idea of how to explain to everyone how he took a swim in Brad’s guts. The idea made him shudder.

“Aww, man, you’re no fun…” Brad said, a little sadness in his voice. “Well now what?”

“Now what…?” Pete was almost speechless. “You get me out of here, you giant himbo!”

“Hey, don’t be mean!” Brad said, shaking his belly some, making Pete stumble around.

Pete was about to respond back, wanting to give him a piece of his mind with the stomach ride, when his head hit something. He was caught so off guard that he stumbled back and fell into a sitting position, dropping his phone.

“What the…?” Pete said, as he started to feel more cramped. Was Brad flexing his stomach or something? Then he realized…

“Shit, I’m growing back!! Brad, you gotta get me outta here!!” Pete said, punching Brad’s stomach walls.

“Hey, calm down! No need to get aggressive in there!” Brad said, hearing a muffled sound come from his gut. That’s when he noticed…was his stomach always this round? He looked in the mirror again but this time he said it. His stomach had grown and was still growing. “Pete, what the fuck are you doing in there?!”

“I’m growing back to normal size! You gotta spit me out!” Pete said, his voice getting louder as he continued to push out against the stomach walls, helping thin the divide between them some. Pete had placed his hands on the stomach walls, bracing himself but only forcing Brad’s stomach to grow faster. Pete felt like Alice when she was growing inside the white rabbit’s house, only Pete didn’t have any windows or doors to help alleviate the strain.

“Uh, ok! Let me try!” Brad said, thankful he could hear Pete without needing their phones. He stumbled to the tub in the bathroom and tried to force himself to throw up by sticking his fingers in his mouth. He definitely felt his stomach clench and the lump known as Pete get pushed but he didn’t make it out of his stomach. He tried again and his stomach squeezed more, but it was no good. He couldn’t get Pete out. He had already gotten too large to pass through.

“Pete — Urgh — I’m sorry. I can’t — mmph— get you out!” Brad grunted, his stomach ballooning and causing strain. He turned and sat on the floor, unable to stop anything as Pete grew more and more inside of him. He was helpless as his belly got bigger, rounder, and firmer.

“You moron!” Pete said, also bracing as he pushed against the stomach walls against his will. “Why did you have to swallow me?! The potion was temporary!” A sudden surge in Pete’s growth caused both of them to gasp from the surprise. Brad realized he needed to get his stomach as much room as possible, so he quickly got to work getting his belt off. By this point, his stomach had grown so large that his t-shirt looked more like a sports bra, barely making it past his thick pecs. His stomach was completely naked to the world.

“Fuck, man, I wasn’t paying attention!” Brad said, still struggling with his belt. He felt the clasp finally come loose, giving his gut room to grow more, happily taking up the extra space in his laugh. Brad put his hand on his gut, feeling it pushing more and more. He grimaced, the fullness beyond what he could imagine. “Damn it, are you done yet?!”

“Ugh, I wish! This sucks so bad!” Pete said, still forcing more space inside. It seemed no matter how much the belly tried to hold him, his growth refused to be limited. He pushed more and more, feeling the stomach walls touching every part of him. Just when it seemed both of them were at their limit…it stopped. Pete, who had been closing his eyes, realized the pressure wasn’t increasing anymore. He breathed out a sigh and opened his eyes. It was still pretty dark but he could make out his body and the light outline of the walls. “Damn…”

“Fuck, are you finally done?” Brad said, looking at his swollen middle. He didn’t know his stomach could be so large, looking like an overinflated beach ball. It jiggled and shook at the slightest touch, gurgling softly.

“I think so. I don’t wanna know what would have happened if not…” Pete was trying to catch his breath. He was slowly calming down, going into business mode as he tended to do when he was overwhelmed. He needed to think of next steps. While he did that, Brad decided now was the time to sit up. He rolled to the side, eliciting a “whoa!” from inside his belly as Pete felt his world turn sideways. It took a lot of effort, including rolling onto his side and trying to get his feet under him, but Brad wasn’t a quitter, and he was determined to stand. He grabbed onto the bathroom countertop and used it to pull himself up. Once he did, he noticed the pressure in his gut had eased some. Maybe standing gave it more room than when he was sitting on the floor. Either way, he let out a massive sigh and patted his gut.

“No way this was gonna get the best of me!” Brad said, triumphantly. He walked a few paces to look at himself in the mirror. In a word, he was massive. The huge belly did nothing to diminish his muscle size and, in fact, it seemed to make everything about him larger. That got Brad thinking.

“Ya know…” Brad started, admiring himself in the mirror.

“What?” Pete replied, still getting his bearings from being rolled around.

“You look really good on me.” Brad flexed his arms and couldn’t get over just how much room he took. It was like he had leveled up several times in a matter of minutes!

“You can’t be serious…”

“Totally, dude! This is awesome!” Brad smacked his gut, feeling Pete get knocked around.

“Cut it out! This isn’t a joke!”

“I’m not joking! I look fucking huge with this gut of mine! Way to help a bro out!” Brad said, a huge smile on his face. Brad’s phone vibrated. He looked down at it, sitting on the floor where he was previously. He positioned himself over it and squatted down, feeling his gut pull on him as he lowered. Damn, Pete, you’re heavier than I thought, he thought to himself. After a couple attempts, he managed to get low enough and scoop up his phone. It was a reminder: Gym Session.

“Ah shit, I gotta get to the gym!”

“WHAT?! NOW?!” Pete yelled out, incredulously.

“Yes, now! I paid good money for these sessions! I ain’t wasting money! You don’t mind, do you? Come on, it would give me extra resistance and weight when doing my lifts! Calm on, please??”

Pete was dumbfounded. Here they were, in what could only be explained as a less than impossible position and Brad’s response was…to work out. A himbo, through and through…But Pete had to admire his commitment, and maybe a good workout would give him time, too, to think of a way out of this.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but…alright. I’m in no position to say no,” Pete said, sighing.

“You rule, man! Thank you! I’ll make it up to you! Here, I can do this!” Brad took his phone, flexed in the mirror, and snapped a picture, which he promptly send to Pete. “I’m sure this will come in handy one day!”

Pete checked his phone, having found it amongst the belly floor, and saw the notification. Looking at it, he was greeted by the strangest sight he could imagine. There was Brad, smiling, looking as football jock handsome as he could, and then, further down, was the biggest beer belly he could have imagined, full on display with Brad’s shirt sitting promptly on top under his huge pecs. Then, his brain had to remind him that it was HIM inside there, causing the humungous balloon attached to Brad’s torso.

“Freakin’ a…,” was all Pete could say.

“I know, right? So cool!” Brad was practically giddy. “Anyway, let’s go! I can’t wait to see how much this pushes me!”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t squash me in here! I’d still like to get out!” Pete replied, leaning back and trying to get as comfy as he could, though the confines were still…not great.

“Alright, alright,” Brad said, slightly disappointed. Perhaps this would also give him a chance to convince Pete to stay a little longer…He squished his way through the door frame and grabbed his gym gear. People were going to gawk at him like crazy, trying to process the size he now had, and honestly? He couldn’t wait!

[thebigbellystories]

Bulk Up

Zane was dreading it. He had a meeting with Coach about his bulking program. He was supposed to put on an additional 20 pounds but was having a hard time getting there. It seemed like no matter how much he ate, his body just burned it off. Not that he was complaining. His body had really solid muscle, which he enjoyed flexing from time to time. Despite only being 26, he felt like he had worked just as hard as the men in their 40s doing triathlons.

For whatever reason, though, he was told he needed more. The agreement, though, was if he didn’t do it within a couple months, Coach was going to step in. Now here he was, outside of Coach’s home, not sure what he was prepared for. He knocked on the door.

After a couple seconds, Coach answered. He was an imposing man. At least 6’ 5”, 300 pounds of absolute muscle, salt and pepper beard, and a look that could make a lion run the other way. He glared down at Zane, and all Zane could do was give a weak smile.

“In. Now.” Coach stepped aside, and Zane walked in, though he wondered if he could make a break for it. Coach closed the door behind. “I was really hoping it wasn’t going to come to this, but you didn’t do what was asked.”

“Coach, I know, but –”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear it. You know how important it is for you to be at your best performance, and this makes me wonder if I can trust you to get the job done. Can I?” Coach was walking towards the back of his house but stopped and turned back at Zane.

“Y-yes, of course! I don’t want to let you down!” Zane said, feeling the need to salute but stopping himself before his arm had a chance to act.

“We’ll see. Follow me,” Coach said as he turned and walked again. He went through a door, which Zane followed in behind him. Zane’s jaw almost hit the floor. Inside was more food than he could have imagined seeing outside of a buffet. The dining room they were in had a long, wooden table, with a dozen chairs seated around. It was loaded up with what felt like everything under the sun: steak, burgers, fries, tacos, burritos, pancakes, pizza, dinner rolls, cheese plates, sausages, and more that he couldn’t see.

“Coach…what is all this?” Zane asked, confused.

“This,” Coach said, nodding towards the table, “is your dinner tonight. I told you to come hungry. You better have.” Coach looked at him. Zane stared back, expecting this to be a joke. There was absolutely no way he could eat even a tenth of what was on the table.

“H-how much of…this?” Zane asked, crossing his fingers in his mind.

“I know you know the answer,” Coach said. He grabbed Zane by the shoulders and guided him to the head of the table. “The sooner you get started, the sooner you can be done.”

“Sir, I’m not a quitter, but –”

“Excuses?”

“NO, not at all! It’s just –”

“Then you’ll get it done. And don’t worry, I’m here to make sure.”

Zane opened his mouth to try to talk reason but it had started. Coach grabbed the first burger off the table and shoved it into Zane’s mouth. In his shock, Zane practically swallowed it whole, his brain not able to process what had happened. This, it looked like, was Coach’s strategy. He picked up the pace. He forced Zane to sit down and then practically shoveled as much food as he could into Zane’s mouth. Despite Zane’s initial protests when he first walked in the room, he didn’t fight back. In fact, he was more in a state of shock.

“Keep it up, kiddo. We’re just getting started,” Coach said, continuing to force the food down Zane’s throat. Zane’s stomach was starting to balloon out, inflating out. Zane sat low enough that it had room below the table to grow, and grow it did. Zane grabbed it with his hands, feeling the pressure push back as he swallowed more and more food. His mind was swirling. One part of him was wanting to make it stop; to tell Coach he had enough. The other side of him, though, always wanted to smash a challenge, and this was something he had never done before. This part of him was adamant they had to see it through, and it was quieting the concerned side of him pretty easily.

The table started to tilt up. Nathan’s belly was growing so rapidly and largely, it was already taking up all the space it could. Coach was prepared, though. He briefly stopped feeding Zane to pick up the table and shift it on its hindquarters onto the floor, making sure not to let any food slide. He looked at Zane and saw the furry orb of Zane’s stomach, eclipsing a yoga ball, bulging in various areas from the different foods within.

“This will get you to your goal weight, that’s for sure,” Coach said, patting the belly as he went back to feeding Zane. They continued for a while, the mound of food on the table getting smaller and smaller until…

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

A loud roar burst from Zane’s mouth, his stomach deflating ever so slightly at the large air pocket escaping. Zane looked practically unrecognizable. His bulging muscles were still prominent, but they were practically hidden by the gargantuan gut occupying his space. Coach clapped him on the shoulder.

“Atta boy. Way to show your commitment,” Coach said. “Still, there’s one more thing…”

“What – BURP – is that?” Zane asked. He was rubbing his stomach, not totally processing what he had just gone through. Coach had left the room, returning a couple moments later with…a guy? Who was this? The guy was tied up, hands bound behind him and his mouth covered. He looked a couple years younger than Zane, though he wasn’t anyone he recognized.

“This,” Coach said, marching the guy forward, “is someone who messed with the wrong house. Caught him breaking in. Went straight for my safe but didn’t realize I was home setting up for you.” Zane looked at the guy. His eyes were wide, staring at Zane, at Coach, and at the belly sitting where the table was earlier. “You’re going to help me deal with him.”

“How? I don’t think I can get up right now,” Zane said, his stomach letting out a loud gurgle in agreement, or at least Zane thought it was.

“Simple. This trash is your dessert,” Coach said, marching the guy forward. At this, the guy started panicking, totally confused on what was going on.

“Wait…what?” Zane asked. He, too, wanted to know what was happening.

“Open,” Coach said, and Zane obliged. Coach threw the guy onto the top of the belly found, lined him up with Zane’s mouth, and started sending him down, feet first. Zane’s instincts kicked in and started to swallow, feeling the guy march his was down his throat. The guy started flailing, wanting to escape but Coach held him first at the shoulders and Zane’s throat had a grip on his legs. Coach pushed him further, watching as this intruder continued to disappear more and more. At the same time, Zane’s gut swelled more, helping Coach navigate the guy down, gravity getting a better hold on him. Finally, with just his head left, Coach gave a firm push and the intruder was gone. Zane gave a hearty swallow, and Coach watch the large lump travel down and disappear into the cavernous belly. Zane’s belly gave on more hearty bloat and settled, now full to capacity.

“And that, Zane, is how you bulk up,” Coach said, patting Zane’s belly and admiring his work. Zane gave another long BUUUUUUUUUUUUURP, feeling the intruder struggle within him but only sealing his fate more as he was submerged under everything inside.

“That program is no joke,” Zane said, attempting a laugh.

“I save it for special occasions. I’m glad it wasn’t wasted on you. Now rest up. This thing has a long night ahead of it,” Coach said, rubbing the belly boulder.

“Yes sir…” Zane said, still feeling his gluttonous high and not wanting to feel the pain he knew his stomach was in from everything. He rested his head on his belly, letting the gurgles and groans from within act as white noise as he snoozed off. With any luck, this would put him within shot of his 20-pound goal.

[thebigbellystories]

Just read the part 2 for "The Waves Can Be Strong", excellent job by the way, and had a potential idea for a follow-up based on the thought of "What if the boy's situation was permanent and Carlos and Bobby couldn't get Bryan out?" because I love perma/long-term endo so much.

I think it'd be fun to see the boys wrestle with their predicament as they try various things to get Bobby out of Danny with no luck, and if you really wanted to push Danny to the limit you could stuff Carlos and Bobby in his poor belly aswell. Maybe they try a scheme to pull Bryan out, but Dylan's reflexive swallowing is too strong and pulls both his others bros down into his gut with Bryan. Dylan may try to get them out on his own briefly before giving up and accepting he's gonna be lugging this impossibly massive gut around for awhile while everyone inside realizes they probably aren't getting out anytime soon so they collectively decide to make the best of it and even start to grow closer together as friends.

You are by no means are obligated to do anything with this idea, I just wanted to share because I like your writing and this seemed like an idea to pique your interest.

Hey there! Thanks for reading my story and for the suggestion! Much appreciated! Endo and permavore are my jam as well! I don’t always incorporate it into my work but I do try to from time to time!

I like your ideas! 😄 Truthfully, Danny totally would learn to be cool with it after a while. He wouldn’t wanna let anyone bum out his mood. And between us…Bobby would absolutely love the opportunity to end up in there…for science purposes, of course! 👀

[thebigbellystories]

The Waves Can Be Strong (Pt. 2)

Hey, everyone! So sorry for the delay on this! Had a bit of writer’s block this month but finally managed to get my thoughts on paper!

A quick note on this: the story ends rather open ended and that’s kind of by design. I don’t have plans to write a part 3 but never say never. Still, I do hope y’all enjoy the story!

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Carlos arrived at the car and pulled open the door, looking for his bag. Once he spotted it in the back seat, he ripped it open and grabbed his phone, searching for Bobby’s name in his contact.

“Such a bad idea…” Carlos said to himself as he found Bobby’s contact info and called him. It rang for what felt like way too long but then –

“Yo, what’s up, Carly?” A voice came in from the other end.

“Good to talk to you, too, Bobert,” Carlos responded, giving a small smile to himself. As much as Carlos did not love taking Danny to Bobby for his stomach issues, he did still like Bobby as a person. “Hey, remember how you said you wanted to see some of the weirdest medical issues out there? Well…I have one.”

“Oh?” Bobby responded. Carlos could tell by his tone that he was skeptical but playing along.

“Well, not ME specifically. It’s Danny and Bryan. They need help now, but a regular hospital is out of the question. Can you help?”

“That depends. What fuckery have they gotten in to?”

“Uh…it would be better if you just saw in person…”

“Hmm, alright. You got my attention. Meet me at my office. I’ll be there in 20.”

“Thanks, Bobby! We’re on our way!” As Carlos hung up the phone, he saw Danny was lumbering up towards him, him somehow managing to get up and walk. Carlos ran over and grabbed him by the arm while trying to help hold his stomach up. “Bobby is in. Let’s head over.”

“Thank God. Some good news,” Danny said, trudging along. “Even just the walk over here was exhausting. My legs are strong, but I don’t know if they’re strong enough to carry Bryan everywhere.”

“No surprise there. Bryan isn’t exactly a small guy,” Carlos said.

“I can hear you!” came Bryan’s voice from Dylan’s gut.

“My bad!” Carlos said, though now wasn’t the time for bickering. They got to the car and, amazingly, Dylan and his gut loaded into the back, though he had to lay down to make room. Carlos jumped into the front seat, put the car in reverse, and sped off. Dylan’s belly completely covered Carlos’s rear view, so he had to make do with the side mirrors as much as possible.

“Fuck, this is rough,” Dylan said, groaning. Not only could he hear the sloshing from inside from all the water, he could feel it too. He had a wave pool going strong inside him and there was nothing he could do.

“Imagine being in here,” Bryan said. He had put his hands up on either side of the belly walls to stabilize himself, though the water was strong and he still got pushed around and pulled under some.

“Yeah, no thanks. One experience of hell at a time, thanks,” Danny said, closing his eyes and gripping his gut.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” Carlos said, trying to sound calm and failing miserably. “Are we sure Bobby can even do anything?”

“Honestly, no idea, but he’s our best shot,” Danny said.

“Which is to say we have next to none…” Carlos muttered under his breath. He had no reason to think Bobby could actually do anything. He was smart, sure, but there is no way any of his medical books covered…whatever this was.

After driving for a short time, Carlos turned into the parking lot of what looked like a small office building. He saw one truck parked on the side and recognized it as Bobby’s. “Good, he’s already here,” Carlos said as he parked the car. He got out and went to help Danny. He opened the door and stared face to belly. “Danny…are you bigger?!” Carlos’s mouth was slightly open in shock. Danny was already huge when they left but now, he looked even more wedged in the back than before.

“Ugh, am I? All that motion here must have stirred up some gas. I thought I felt tighter…” Danny rubbed his gut.

“I’m not complaining. It’s roomier in here now!” Bryan said, sounding cheerful, though this was more for show than being genuine. In actuality, he was trying not to throw up from being rocked around so harshly during the car ride.

“Good for you…” Danny groaned. He attempted to scoot towards the door, slowly, while Carlos did his best to pull him forward. Once he managed to get his stomach free of the car, it instantly bloated out more in all directions, knocking Carlos back and sending Bryan sloshing forward, plunging under the water. “Oof, that feels so much better,” Danny said, feeling the relief.

“Yeah, for you!” Carlos said, getting back to his feet. He knew there was some pressure but didn’t know there was THAT much. “Let’s just get you inside and fix this!” Carlos grabbed Danny’s arm that was now free of the car and pulled, getting Danny to his feet. He had to catch him from tipping forward from all the excess weight now at his front. In doing so, he grabbed Danny’s gut to help hold him still, feeling everything inside shift. “Dude…this thing is beyond tight as a drum. I don’t even know what to call it.”

“Who you telling?” Danny asked, trying to walk forward. “I don’t even know how my stomach got this big or what would happen if it got any bigger…”

“At least I can stretch out some,” Bryan said through gasps, trying to be included. Thanks to the extra room, the water had gone down some, though he was still up to his chest in ocean water. How did Danny manage to swallow so much? Bryan shook his head, shaking some of the water from his hair.

They made their way to the door, and it opened automatically. The lobby area was deserted but clean. The overhead light shone brightly above, at least making them feel like they weren’t in a horror film…kind of. They didn’t see Bobby but having been there before, they knew where the one and only patient room was. Carlos helped guide Danny through the, mercifully, double doors and helped get him onto the patient chair. Once Danny was able to relax, he reclined back, his huge gut soaring into the air.

“This honestly feels so good…” Danny said, out of breath.

“What, the chair or the belly?” Carlos asked, jokingly. Before Danny could answer, Bobby stepped in.

“Howdy, folks. Alright, let’s take…” but Bobby didn’t finish. He eyes went huge at what was on the chair. “The hell am I looking at?” From his perspective, all he saw was an overinflated bean bag with legs.

“Carlos went fishing and caught a whale,” Danny said with a laugh. His stomach jostled and he groaned, clutching it.

“Not the time, Dan!” Carlos said, walking to the front of the chair so Bobby could see him. “There was an accident at the beach. Danny and Bryan need help. Badly.”

“I can see that for Danny, but where’s Bryan?” Bobby looked around the room, waiting for Bryan to pop out from behind the balloon belly like Carlos seemed to.

“Uh, well, he’s…” Carlos began.

“In here!” Bryan’s voice rang out, along with a lot of sloshing sounds as Bryan rocked around inside of Danny. Bobby watched as the ginormous belly shook and glorped loudly, sounding like a bag of liquid being shaken around. Danny grimaced and groaned, grabbing by his stomach.

“Bryan, knock it off!” Danny said through gritted teeth.

“What in the world…” Bobby said, slowly approaching Danny.

“I tried to tell you on the phone…” Carlos said, stepping aside.

“This is…incredible!” Bobby said, putting his hands on the belly. It was firmer than stone, if possible, but it was definitely real. “How did you even manage this?!”

“Ugh,” Danny said, his stomach practically throbbing at this point, “bad wave.”

“What?” Bobby asked, not understanding.

“Long story short, Danny and Bryan were in the water, some giant waves knocked into them, and out of the water walked…this,” Carlos gestured to Danny.

“What he said,” Danny confirmed. He rubbed his belly, hoping the discomfort subsided soon.

“Holy shit…I wish I could have seen that!” Bobby said, sounding excited. He put his ear to the belly and gave it a small shake. The water inside practically sounded like rolling thunder with his ear this close, followed by more groaning from Danny.

“This isn’t a toy! Can you help or not, Bobby?!” Danny said, getting impatient.

“Sure, I can help. Just a sec,” Bobby said. He took his ear off of Danny, headed to a cabinet, and pulled out a tub of something, giving it to Carlos. “Rub this on that thing.”

“What?! Why?!” Carlos seemed alarmed and taken aback.

“His skin is stretched to his capacity. This will help protect it from tearing.”

“Tearing?! Get to work, Carlos! Now!” Danny was not about to watch his stomach rip, even if his masochistic side was sure at this point it would be worth the alleviation of pressure. Carlos threw the lid off and got to work. The belly being as big as it was meant it took almost the entire container to properly cover it all.

“So, why do you have this?” Carlos asked as he worked.

“One of my clients is a gainer and really likes to test his capacity. This lotion helps him do it safely,” Bobby said, nonchalantly. While Carlos was working, Bobby had been poking and prodding Danny, testing the structure of the belly and jotting down notes.

“I didn’t know you could help with that,” Bryan said. He had been treading around inside Danny, listening and waiting to see what Bobby could do.

“It’s why I left medical school. Other doctors would have gone out of their way to deter it, but I believe people should live how they want to live. I just want to help them do it safely,” Bobby said.

“Huh…I didn’t expect that,” Carlos said. He felt bad for doubting Bobby. He does seem to care, even if he has a weird way of showing it.

“You should have more faith in me,” Bobby said, a small smile to himself on his face. “I may not have finished school officially, but I did learn a lot.”

By this point, Carlos has finished lotioning up Danny. “Alright, that should do it,” Carlos declared.

Danny put his hands on his belly, feeling how smooth it was. It did seem that the pressure was starting to relieved some, thankfully. It felt like a tense muscle slowly releasing. One thing down, on to the next.

“Fantastic, now how do we get Bryan out?” Danny asked.

“We don’t,” Bobby said, turning to his table in the corner and entering his notes into his computer. Carlos stared at him, going silent aside from the gurgling inside Danny.

“What…does that mean?” Danny asked, unable to see Carlos around his size.

“It took an act of nature to get Bryan where he is. I’m a mere mortal. I can’t get him out,” Bobby said, still entering his notes. Silence fell in the room again. Bobby turned to them. “You asked if I could help and I did. Danny won’t split in two, theoretically, so his stomach can do what it has to do.”

“Are you suggesting…Danny is going to digest Bryan?!” Carlos said, his voice going up in alarm.

“WHAT?!” Bryan yelled out, shaking Danny’s belly in the process. The room was flooded with sloshing sounds. Danny let out a light groan and clutched his gut. Thankfully, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad because of the lotion, but it was still annoying to deal with.

“No, that won’t happen. Danny’s stomach isn’t strong enough. Or, at least, it could try but it would take a very long time. Months, in fact, but I wouldn’t let that happen. I have some strong meds that’ll temper out the stomach acid.”

“Can we cut him open?!” Carlos asked. Danny yelled out “Dude!” at that suggestion.

“Not an option,” Bobby replied.

“Why? Should be easy, there is plenty of real estate!” Bryan yelled out.

“Let’s not resort to carving me up like a pig, thanks!” Danny said over the room.

“Look, we could, but it wouldn’t end well. Ever try poking an inflated balloon with a sharp object? Not only would Danny just explode, chances are Bryan would get thrown out from the pressure release, causing injury to him, if not worse.” Bobby sounded very authoritative now, with Carlos, Danny, and Bryan listening closely and not challenging him. “No, as bad as this sounds, Danny and Bryan would be safer with leaving things how they are.”

Carlos, Danny, and Bryan were dumbstruck. Danny was supposed to stay this way? Bryan was supposed to essentially live in his gut? Bobby looked at their shocked faces (minus Bryan) and smirked.

“It’s not permanent, guys. Right now, the pressure is too intense to really do anything. That gut of yours needs to shrink down. A lot. Once it does, we can go from there on how best to get him out. I’m hoping it won’t resort in having to give Danny a c-section, but we won’t know until that gut is easier to work with.”

The tension didn’t necessarily subside, but it did lighten some. Danny at least could breathe again. “Ok, so…how long will it take for this,” Danny placed his hands on his belly and gave it a slight shake for emphasis, “to go down enough? And how much is enough?”

“Question one is out of my control. That’ll be up to your belly. From what I can hear and feel, you’re primarily holding on to water. Bryan isn’t even the biggest problem in there, so your gut needs to start moving that water out, which should help deflate you. As for question two, that’s a bit harder and will probably be trial and error. I’d say let’s get you to half size and go from there.”

“HALF?!” Danny said loudly. “That’ll take forever! I can only piss out so much!” He smacked his gut in frustration, sending a fresh wave of sloshes throughout.

“Dude, don’t take it out on me!” Bryan said, feeling himself get dragged under the water and having to resurface. “But also, does that mean I have to live in here until then?!”

“Yup, that seems to be the case. I don’t see another work around,” Bobby said, matter of factly.

“Well…fuck,” Carlos said, him thinking the entire time. “So now what?”

A loud rumble erupted from the belly dominating the room. “Uh…I think I’m hungry?” Danny said. Carlos, his brain finally at the brink, just busts up laughing, followed by Bobby and, for good measure, Danny. Bryan decides to chime in and say “I was hungry hours ago! Can a guy trapped in a belly get a burger or something?!”

“Sure, sure,” Danny said, his laughing subsiding. “Just let me take a leak, first. Gotta start shrinking this baby down.” Danny patted his stomach. Bobby and Carlos helped him off the table and Bobby directed him towards the bathroom. As Danny walked off, they could hear Bryan yet again complaining about the movement though it was mostly drowned out by the water shaking around

“Uh…how exactly is he gonna aim? Or better yet, can he even get close enough?” Carlos asked, tilting his head as Danny closed the door behind him.

“The floor is designed to be a makeshift shower when needed so I’m not worried about it. More importantly,” Carlos pulled out his phone. “What’s your fancy? There’s a burger joint not far from here called ‘Makin’ Waves?” Carlos shot him a look.

“I hate you,” he said, before giving him a smirk and looking through the menu.

[thebigbellystories]

Hello. Call me Nick. It was a pleasure to meet ya and you have such entertaining stories.

But I wanted to ask what do you think of this idea?

A handsome pirate of the seas, looking to make a big cash grab but gotten an idea once he see a prince of this island passing by on their chariot. So in the night he by himself break into the castle, grab the prince and left a note behind saying that “if you want their prince back then leave gold at so & so and pray that I return him back in one piece,” but forget the rope while this prince is sure of a struggler. So he eat the prince and try as hard as he can to sneak out of the kingdom & back onto his ship.

Then the next few days the pirate just got to stomach this lad but oddly start to know each other and maybe find out that this lad doesn’t really want to become the next in line for the throne. So maybe, maybe the pirate cut him a deal. Join the crew but in return they got to fake his demise by the hands, & stomach, of a greedy & gluttonous pirate just as a cover so no one would dare look for the pirate even at the cost that his kingdom will be in the hunt for his head. Haha

What do you think and if you wish to use the idea then feel free^^ I just wanted to meet ya & entertaining ya with a idea that came to me

Hey, Nick! Nice meeting you as well!

Funny enough, I had a somewhat similar idea, though with a different setting involving a robbery. Haha. But thank you for sharing! I’ll keep it in mind! 😄