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hey guys~ sorry i’ve been so busy with work and school the past few months, but i wanted to give you guys a little treat to ring in the new year. this one’s especially nasty so don’t say i didn’t warn you!
“Fuck,” Kyle muttered to himself as his groaning gut sloshed with the remains of 2 different pledges, all in varying stages of digestion. The weekend after rush week was always called Binge Week at his frat, and Kyle was certainly one to binge on all the fresh meat. It was only the first Saturday of binge week, and his gut was in overdrive trying to process the meat of 2 hearty, young men.
The first one went down the smoothest. His twinky body tasted like Coconut, and he came buckets as he slid down Kyle’s rank gullet. The boy landed face first in Kyle’s gut, his cute little face pressed against the sphincter to his intestines. After his decent but, no thanks to Kyle’s probing tongue in his musky ass, the boy experienced a rush of post nut clarity, which allowed him to subsume the true horror of the situation. This scared the little boy, causing him to struggle while he was still only halfway down Kyle’s gaping throat. A subsequent chain reaction occurred where the sphincter opened up swallowed his face into the tightly constricted intestines, suffocating the boy before any of the good stuff could happen. Kyle felt the boy go limp and saw the bulge in his lower gut, putting two and two together before groaning in irritation.
This led him to his second meal of the night, a lithe 18 year old with a brand new perm. He quickly went up behind the boy and scarfed him down, in record time at that, sending him and his brand new Ralph Lauren Polo to the caustic morgue currently bubbling away at some random twink. When the young boy was dumped into the gut, he quickly felt someone else in their, giving him the slightest glimmer of hope. He tried to talk to the boy and figure out where he was, his voice barely audible over the sizzling of the enzymes in skin. His body was squished against the other boy’s back, his skin feeling pruned and his shirt having rags. After a couple minutes, the unfortunate boy realized why he had no answer back. He screamed in abject terror, trying his best to dislodge himself from the inhuman pretzel he was wrapped in with this bubbling corpse. Even his own polo that his mom just bought was rapidly dissolving into shreds, exposing his soft skin to the harsh acids. Tears poured down his face as his struggles forced more dead of the dead boy down the intestine. This, mixed with the copious amounts of Busch Lite raining down, upset Kyle’s hardworking gut.
In response, the gut let out a deafening whine that bled into a disgusting flurry gurgle. The frat boys currently watching Kyle’s gut just laughed, but inside, the poor boy was about to experience hell on Earth. The disgusting gurgle signaled a flood of acids being sprayed from every crevice into the already sweltering gut, scalding the boys’ skin with boiling hot acids. The living boy screamed as he was blinded by the enzymes, blood pouring down his face and mixing with the acids as they sprayed directly into his mouth, cutting off his screaming in mere seconds as they irrevocably seared his vocal chords. All his other soft skin was burnt in an instant, his dick being fried into a sloppy mess of exposed nerve endings, his hairy ass and musky hole began to sizzle like a fried egg. He thrashed and writhed in immense pain, asking himself how anybody could do something so cruel. The dead boy he was laying upon was already beginning to soften: his skin was sloughing off like a tender pot roast, revealing the blood and tissue beneath. As the unfortunate living boy thrashed and flailed above him, his weight began to press down on the quickly liquifying twink and broke the brittle bones beneath him, tearing his limbs and creating a gorey mess as the acids made quick work of him.
On the outside, Kyle and his frat bros watched as his gut bulged and squirmed, not leaving anything up to imagination. The muffled screams were haunting, yet a turn on for many, and soon they became interspersed with a sickening crunch here or a disgusting series of pops there. It only took about 15 minutes for his second meal to go still, and even then there were still a disgusting cacophony of organic horrors. After a few hours of drinking and digesting, there was not much left of the two boys. The first one was just a disgusting mix of gory sludge and body parts snaking through Kyle’s bowels. The red-brown soup contained whole pieces of the boy’s hands, feet, the head with scalp and all, and other miscellaneous body parts and articles of clothing that were never fully digested in Kyle’s gut, courtesy of his much rowdier second meal. The same could not be said for the main entree, however. He experienced, or was currently experiencing, his full sentence in the cruel frat boy’s biological jail cell. Only the trunk of his body remained, and even then it was a grotesque hunk of half burnt meat with splintered bones riddling the entirety of it. The disgusting boy sludge containing specks of processed skin, rotten blood, and bone shards bubbled around as his permed hairs floated to the top, periodically being released in pungent belches from Kyle. It would only take another day or two for both of the boy’s to be processed, but Kyle was already looking to add another boy to the half digested remains in his gut. They always did squirm better when there was another “occupant” already stewing away in there.
I finally turned around and saw two cowboy looking dudes staring at me.
“Can I help you?” I asked, slightly annoyed.
The two grinned and got up. I watched them go under the bleachers as the one in the glasses looked back at me and nodded.
I decided to follow them soon after, making sure no one was watching me go behind them.
I stepped underneath the bleachers and grinned when I saw the two men already in their unmentionables.
“See. I knew he would follow, I’m ready for this.” Said the bigger one as they both was casually jerking off in front of me.
“Can we see it?” Asked the one in glasses.
I didn’t say nothing but I smiled as I reached into my pants and whipped out my footling cock as I slowly stroked it, slowly pulling the foreskin back as the scent of cock filled the air.
The two men moaned at the sight of a large cock and immediately came over to get on their knees as they took turns sniffing and holding it.
“Fuck bubba.” Said the big one. “We should have came sooner. I would have loved to feel this thing stretch my insides out before we decided to offer ourselves to him.”
I moaned softly, careful not to be too loud as to attract any unwanted guests, but fuck it felt so good getting head from these two guys as my cock continued to grow in their mouths as they pushed each other in an attempt to give me head.
My cockvore continued to grow as they both could hold my cock and trace their thick fingers across the veins that traveled up and down my monster.
Eventually it got so big that finally the one in the glasses muttered.
“Me first.” As he brought it face up to the head of my oozing cock.
He slurped you precum that was oozing out of my slit before suddenly pushing his face into my cock.
I groaned as my cock hungrily accepted him as his friend came from behind and helped push him down my cock.
I didn’t need help however as I stood firmly as felt my powerful cock muscles accept him as he gladly wiggled and forced himself into my cock.
I watched with earnest as I could feel him gripped tightly by cock fruitfully wiggle as my swollen head sucked in his feet with no problem. But not before shooting out a thick load of precum that coated the bigger stud still outside my cock in thick white goo.
The first man was quickly pulled down my cock and into what felt like my left nut as he stretched the sac out as it sagged on the floor with him inside.
His friend came to his side as he couldn’t help but lick, kiss and even hump my huge sac as he muttered something sweet under his breath before suddenly cumming all over the lump where his friend was.
“Fuck man. I can’t believe you are him with your cock. I mean I believe it; I helped feed him to that beast... but I still can’t believe it.”
I was about to speak as he interrupted.
“I hope you’re ready for some prime meat right here. Wish we could see how big that dick will get when you’re done but that’s cockfood talking.…”
He used his thick hands as a guide and went in hands first. He was definitely bigger than his friend but I was ready as I braved myself.
Already covered in pre; his trip was easier as my cock had no problem handling a larger man like himself as he too began to disappear into my cock.
My cock muscles took him in as I watched the big fucker vanish down my cock to join his friend.
Well almost.
After several powerful gulps, the big lug left this world to join his friend in my other nutsac as it too stretched to the floor.
I stood for moment as I took it all in.
I hazard just let my cock grow large enough to swallow two grown men.
They offered themselves up willingly as I watched my nuts casually thrash around.
I wasn’t done however. I still wanted my just desserts.
The playful sloshing in my balls slowly turned into rhythmic thrashing as my balls went to work overtime on them.
The thrashing eventually slowly down as the hard bulges in my nuts eventually smoothed out into tight orbs.
I began jerking my cock.
I knew with a load this heavy their was no way I could release without someone noticing so I only did what I thought was right.
Before I erupted, I managed to tug that swollen head of my cock to my lips and planted my mouth on the slit.
Just in time as I felt my cock release the now-churned men up my shaft and back into me.
I swallowed like a bitch in heat as I had no choice but to swallow over 400+lbs of fresh cum down into my stomach which stretched to contain all the hot jizz I just made.
Eventually the cum subsided and I happily stopped swallowing. My cock slowly shrunk down to a manageable size albeit a couple inches longer than previously as my belly looked like someone stuck an inflatable ball down my throat and forgot to turn the pump off.
I wiped the excess cum off my lips and grabbed both sides of my gut and gave it a slosh.
“BuRAPPPPPP!!” I belched as a cowboy hat and glasses flew out my mouth, drenched in thick cum.
Now Content, I managed to tuck my meat into my pants but gave up trying to cover up my cum filled gut and decided to enjoy the day as I thanked the men for a good time and waddles off.
“I’ll show you fat,” I said, looking my failed hookup in the eyes. If he wasn’t gonna let me fill him with my load he was at least gonna fill my belly. I grabbed his wrists and quickly pulled them into my mouth. He reacted jerkingly, but tight muscles of my throat held his hands in place. I smiled at the mingled look of surprise and fear on his face as I slowly reached out my arms and put them on his shoulders. My throat relaxed a little and I slowly started to pull him in, still staring right in his face. Around elbow-deep he snapped out of his trance when he realized my full intentions with him. I quickly shoved his head past my lips, stifling a panicked “what the-“ from my impending meal. Grunting and moaning I took a few quick gulps and got him down to his shoulders. His beginning struggles felt great, helping to stretch my throat for his later bulk.
I decided we could still have a little more fun together, so I pulled down his underwear and started jerking his cock, all the while slowly, slowly pulling his torso deeper into me. With one hand on his member and the other on my belly, I approached his waist right as I began to feel desperate handprints pressing against my gut. This only made me hungrier. Grunting like an animal I brought his hard dick and meaty ass into my mouth.
I hoisted his legs overhead and decided to make this as slow as possible, letting gravity do all the work. The tight wetness of my throat proved pleasurable enough for him, as I suddenly felt hot pumps of cum shooting down my throat. The incredible pressure in my chest quickly dropped, as he slid in to my stomach. Panting and sweaty I licked my lips with satisfaction and focused on the incredible fullness of my gut. I could barely balance but I stood up and walked over to a mirror, my heavy gut bouncing and swaying with every step.
I rubbed my gorgeous, hairy, distended belly, wishing I could be this full all the time. My meal, though previously squirming intensely, had settled down. I gave my gut a good shake and chuckled a little. “See? Now that’s fat” I joked, reclining in my bed for a long digestive nap.
“see bro, I told you it would be quick, hehe my belly looks so big with you inside, please stop struggling already and surrender, this way my body will turn you into nutrients for my new muscles, you will help me to be a better version and your mind will have a special place so you can be conscious with me and let's gobble more guys together, hey feel flattered because my tastes are sophisticated and I don't swallow just any guy I see”.
Said Henry, moments before in the Gym bathrooms he sneaked behind another guy without calling his attention, without warning he opened his mouth and launched himself straight to the guy's head, the poor guy couldn't even react, he only felt how he was swallowed little by little by Henry while both had an erection due to the excitement of the moment, When he felt him go down Henry couldn't help but ejaculate when he felt his big pecs, penis and big ass down his throat feeling those big bulges, the only thing left visible of the poor guy were his feet, that is until Henry with his hands pushed what was left of him until he swallowed him completely, sealing the poor guy's fate to be just something more than nutrients inside his hunter, although conscious to feel the excitement when Henry swallows more men.
For years you’ve been trying to gain. You do then stop and lose it. A few months ago, you tried stopping but it hasn’t worked, you’ve just gotten bigger and bigger. Fuck you have gotten so much sexier and with each post you honestly too the last. For the first time your finally letting go and growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger😈😈 I hope you get so much fatter you sexy pig
🥵 Letting go and growing bigger 😌 hopefully this helps draw more perspective anon! thanks 😚
It was late October, and me and my good friend, who I’ll just call V, were getting ready for a Halloween party. It was a big event that one of the charity organizations in town did every year to raise money, and I loved going to it. I especially loved the costume contest part, and I was excited because V created a very cool costume for us. He was going to be the big bad wolf, and I was going as little red riding hood. I was honestly excited because I was going with V, but it would also my first time in a dress, which also made me excited.
Eventually, we got to the party, and the moment we walked in, everyone had their eyes on us. I was honestly a little overwhelmed, but thankfully, V was by my side. We eventually at one point sat down at a table, and I rested my head against his chest. He chuckled and said he had a surprise for me when the competition began. I asked him what it was, and he said I would have to wait and see. I asked him if I would like it, and he chuckled and said I would have to wait and see.
Just as V said that, a fireman came in the stage and said it was time for the competition, and he said that everyone who wanted to participate should line up together. Me and V immediately went up to the line and signed in, then go in line. We were 2nd in line behind a group of 5 people, all of which were dressed like a power ranger. As they got up in front of everyone, my hopes for the winning the competition declined very fast. I guess V could sense that I was disappointed, and he pulled me closer to him, which made me feel better. After a few moments, they left, then it was our turn.
I then walked on the stage when it was our turn, and showed off the outfit, which I thought was very cute. As I did, V walked on in his costume, then he looked at everyone and said he wanted to perform a trick, and everyone in the firehouse looked at us. I then turned to V to ask him what he was planning, and he hadn’t discussed anything with me, but just as I went to ask, he grabbed my shoulders, lifted me up, and shoved me down his throat. I was scared and surprised, but I barely had any time to react. As I slid down his throat, I punched and kicked, but there was nothing I could do.
Within a few moments, I had landed inside V’s stomach. I felt the acid all around me, and I began to scream for help. Outside of the stomach, V had taken a bow in the front of the audience and went off stage. Once he was off, he could finally hear me screaming from within his body. I asked him why he was trying to kill me, and he said that he really needed to get the prize, and he chuckled and said that he always had thought that I looked tasty, so he was just taking advantage of an opportunity. I began to squirm inside his body, begging him to please let me go, but it was no use, and knew it.
V eventually found a seat and sat down, letting his squirming belly rest on the chair. After a few minutes of trying to escape, I realized there was no hope. I knew I was done for, and I was going to just become more fat on my friend’s body. I curled up and just waited. Soon enough, the judges had finished the costume contest, and had started the scoring process. As they scored every costume, V sensed me not moving, so he squished his stomach and asked me if I died yet, and I pushed back and said I was still alive. He then chuckled and said good, then he said he wanted me alive if we won.
After some time, the judges came to the front and announced the winners, and he had gotten first place. V jumped up, which made the acid in his stomach go everywhere, including my eye. It burned so bad, I started to cry a little. V then ran up the front and got the check, then thanked the judges for the award. He then went back to his seat and sat down. He could hear me crying from inside his stomach, and he asked me if I was in pain, and I yelled that his acid got into my eye. He simply slapped his belly and said that I should get used to it, because that was my life for however long I had left.
I then asked V if he ever saw me as a friend, and he chuckled and said he saw me as a friend and meal combo. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to swallow me. He then said that he did feel somewhat bad about digesting me, but now that he won, I was nothing more than a piece of meat inside him. I was speechless, but there was nothing I could do.
After about an hour, my clothes had turned to rags where the acid was. I could feel my skin becoming soft, and it felt odd. V eventually decided to head back home, which was about a 20 minute walk. As he walked, he asked me if I was still alive, and I said yeah, and he chuckled and said good, then he told me that I should squirm some more. I asked him what would happen if I didn’t squirm, and he said he would drink a bunch of beer and fill his belly to the brim. I instantly got worried, so I kicked and punched some more. With easy movement on his stomach walls, he moaned with pleasure.
Eventually, we got back to V’s place. He sat down on the couch and asked me how I was still doing inside him, and I suddenly felt very weak. I told him this, and he chuckled and said I didn’t have much time left. I could feel my legs melting away, and I guess the fumes inside his stomach were starting to get to me. I then begged him to please let me out, and he said that even if he did, I would be in pain due to the lack of skin and muscle. He then patted his stomach and told me to just relax.
After about another hour, I was dizzy, and I knew I was almost done. Eventually, I passed out, and my body went limp inside V’s body. Throughout the next few hours, my body was broken down and absorbed by his stomach. I added to his belly, ass, thighs, and arms.
After a few days, V looked at himself in the mirror, pleased with his new body. He chuckled looking at himself, then patted his belly and said I made a good meal.
The loft was still a mess. Broken furniture was piled in one corner, the air thick with dust and the lingering scent of werewolf blood. Derek paced back and forth, a faint scowl on his face as he surveyed the damage. The bruise of the past few days still weighed on him, not just physically, but in ways he couldn’t shake. He grabbed a busted chair and tossed it into the trash heap with a growl.
Scott stood nearby, broom in hand, his eyes following Derek’s movements. He could feel something was off. Hell, he could practically smell it. Derek had been tense, more closed off than usual since the fight with Peter. Not that he was ever an open book, but this? This was different.
Scott took a deep breath and stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence. “Okay, seriously, Derek. What the hell happened?”
Derek’s shoulders stiffened for a second before he continued moving, refusing to meet Scott’s eyes. He didn’t answer right away, just swept a hand through his hair, clearly avoiding the question. Scott wasn’t having it.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” Scott’s tone was firm, but there was a note of concern underlining it, trying to push Derek to open up.
Derek stopped in his tracks, his back still to Scott. He didn’t turn around immediately, hands clenching at his sides, the tension rolling off him in waves. When he finally did speak, his voice was low, as if admitting it out loud would make it more real.
“Peter... He did something. Something I didn’t even know was possible.”
Scott blinked, setting the broom against the wall. “Something like what? Come on, man, what are you talking about?”
Letting out a breath, Derek turned, locking eyes with Scott for the first time since the question. His eyes were hard, the weight behind his stare heavy. “He... swallowed me, Scott. Whole.”
Scott just stood there for a second, processing. He thought he misheard him at first. “Wait, what?”
“He ate me. Digested me. And then... I came back.” The words were clipped, like Derek couldn’t stand the sound of them.
Scott's expression twisted in disbelief, eyebrows knitting together. “Like—” He motioned with his hands, clearly trying to wrap his head around it. “Like, he literally—?”
“Yeah.” Derek's voice was sharp now, tinged with frustration. “It wasn’t just some twisted power move. It was real. I felt everything.”
Scott’s jaw tightened. He took a step closer, shaking his head. “How is that even possible? I’ve never heard of a werewolf doing something like that.”
Derek shrugged, clearly still grappling with it himself. “Neither have I. But it happened. And if Peter can do it...” He trailed off, the implication heavy in the air.
Scott muttered, running a hand through his hair, trying to process the idea of Peter—Peter—doing something like that. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I’m still trying to figure it out myself.” Derek’s voice was edged with frustration. He was angry, mostly at himself for not understanding it sooner. “I didn’t even know if I should tell anyone.”
Scott’s face softened, but only a little. “You should’ve told me, Derek. We’re all in this together. You know that.”
Derek scoffed, dismissing it with a quick wave of his hand. “Yeah, well, not everything's worth dragging people into.”
Scott stepped even closer now, his voice firm but laced with concern. “This? Definitely is.”
For a moment, silence fell between them. Derek’s fists unclenched as he took a slow breath, staring down at the debris around them. Scott kept his eyes on him, trying to get a read on what Derek wasn’t saying.
“How did you... I mean, how did you come back?” Scott’s voice softened, almost hesitating with the question.
Derek’s lips tightened into a thin line. “Same way Peter did. Whatever he pulled with Lydia’s banshee powers... it worked on me. Brought me back after he... finished.”
Scott’s expression twisted again in disgust, but there was something else there. Something curious. “And you... felt everything?”
“Every second.”
Scott’s brow furrowed, letting that sink in. Derek could see the gears turning in Scott’s mind, the mix of concern and something else behind his eyes. He could feel the true Alpha processing, and it wasn’t just shock. He was trying to understand it, how it worked. Maybe even something more.
“God, Derek,” Scott finally muttered. “I don’t even know what to say.”
Derek’s jaw clenched, shaking his head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just... know it happened. Peter can do it, and I’m sure I’m not the last.”
Scott didn’t speak for a moment. His eyes darted to Derek, then down at the floor. He wasn’t just listening. He was thinking. Hard. Slowly, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “You think... I could do it?”
Derek’s eyes flicked up, catching the shift in Scott’s tone. It was subtle, but it was there. The younger wolf wasn’t asking out of fear. He was curious. Maybe even a little excited. It caught Derek off guard for a second, and he blinked.
Scott’s voice was softer now, like he was trying to piece it all together. “I mean, if Peter can do it... maybe I can too.” He hesitated, almost as if realizing what he was suggesting, but the curiosity was too strong. “I’ve never even thought about it, but if it’s possible...”
Derek’s expression hardened. “Scott. You don’t want to go down that road.”
But Scott didn’t back down. His gaze was locked on Derek’s, eyes slightly narrowed, a spark of something dangerous in them. “What if I can control it?”
Derek scoffed again, turning away, as if trying to shake off the whole conversation. But Scott wasn’t done. “I’m serious. I mean, I’ve never tried it, but... I am a true Alpha.”
Derek tensed at the mention of it, turning to face Scott again. His expression was unreadable, but Scott’s curiosity wasn’t fading. It was growing.
Scott’s gaze hardened, something shifting behind his brown eyes that Derek hadn’t seen before. The younger Alpha stepped closer, closing the gap between them, his stance firm and unyielding. Derek could feel the energy in the air, the tension sparking like static between them. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. Scott wanted to try it.
“Scott, I told you—this isn’t something to mess with,” Derek growled, his voice low and dangerous. His body was already tensing, instincts kicking in at the shift in Scott’s demeanor.
“I’m not messing with it,” Scott replied, his voice firm, his eyes flashing with determination. “I’m trying to understand it.”
“By doing what, exactly?” Derek’s tone was sharp now, warning clear. “By devouring me?”
Scott’s gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t back down. “If it’s a power that I have, then I need to know how to control it.”
Derek shook his head, stepping back. “No, Scott. I’m not letting you turn this into some experiment.”
But Scott moved faster, grabbing Derek by the arm. His grip was strong, and for a moment, Derek froze. He could see it in Scott’s eyes—he was serious. The tension between them thickened, and before Derek could react, Scott pushed him back, hard.
“Scott—” Derek snarled, but Scott was already on him.
They collided with a resounding crash, the force of their bodies slamming into the concrete floor of the loft. Derek's muscles tensed as he pushed against Scott’s hold, throwing him off with a snarl. The two Alphas circled each other, the air around them humming with the energy of their heightened strength.
“You’re not doing this,” Derek growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. His eyes flared crimson, fangs bared, ready for whatever Scott had in mind. “Not after everything I just told you.”
Scott wasn’t backing down. His eyes glowed a deep red, the unmistakable fire of a true Alpha burning behind them. “I need to understand it, Derek. And if I can control it, I’ll be stronger. You know that.”
Before Derek could respond, Scott lunged again. They locked in a brief struggle, muscles straining as they grappled with each other’s strength. Derek managed to twist out of Scott’s hold, slamming him against the wall, but Scott wasn’t about to give up. He kicked out, sending Derek stumbling back, only to charge forward again.
Derek growled, fury flaring. “You’re doing this after I trusted you with it?”
Scott didn’t answer. Instead, he went for Derek’s legs, sweeping him to the ground with a quick, brutal move. Before Derek could recover, Scott was on top of him, pinning him down with a strength that surprised even him.
“Scott—get off!” Derek snarled, struggling beneath him. But Scott’s grip was too strong. The true Alpha’s power was coursing through him now, and he was too far gone to back down. His breathing was heavy, his muscles tensed as he looked down at Derek, the decision already made in his mind.
“I'm sorry, Derek,” Scott muttered, his voice softer but laced with resolve. “I have to know.”
And then, before Derek could react, Scott’s mouth opened impossibly wide. His lips stretched, his jaw unhinging as the first taste of the power hit him like a wave. Derek’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could even get a word out, Scott shoved his head inside his mouth.
“SC—!” Derek’s shout was immediately cut off, muffled as his head disappeared into the slick, tight confines of Scott’s throat. The wet, suffocating heat surrounded him instantly, and his muffled voice came through weak and distorted.
“Mmmph—mmmnghh!”
Scott groaned, feeling the weight of Derek’s head as it slid further down. His throat bulged, struggling slightly with the size, but the power of the true Alpha surged through him, making it easier than he’d thought. His hands gripped Derek’s shoulders, guiding him further in as he swallowed.
Derek’s muffled protests grew louder as Scott’s throat muscles squeezed tightly around his face. “Mmmph—Scfhh, shtop!” His voice was desperate, but each word was swallowed by the tight, unrelenting grip of Scott’s throat.
Scott grunted as he took more of Derek in, his body working in rhythm with the overwhelming power pushing him forward. His muscles flexed, pulling Derek deeper, the taste of his skin and the weight of his body filling Scott’s senses. His hands slid down Derek’s chest, fingers gripping tightly as he dragged him further inside.
Derek’s chest and arms were the next to go, disappearing into the slick cavern of Scott’s throat. His struggles weakened as the tight, wet pressure intensified, his body being swallowed inch by inch. The heat inside Scott’s body was stifling, the crushing force of his muscles squeezing the air out of Derek’s lungs.
“Shcfott...” Derek’s voice was barely audible now, his words drowned out by the wet, rhythmic gulping of Scott’s throat. His legs kicked weakly, but Scott was relentless. His hands gripped Derek’s hips, pulling him further in, swallowing down his torso with a low, satisfied groan.
Scott’s throat bulged, stretching to accommodate Derek’s broad shoulders and chest as they slid down, his stomach expanding with the weight of his prey. The heat and pressure were intense, but Scott couldn’t stop. He could feel the power surging through him, stronger with every gulp, his instincts driving him to take more.
“Mmm—ffuck...” Scott grunted around Derek’s body, his voice muffled by the weight of his meal. He could feel Derek’s hips against his lips now, the last part of him still outside. With one final, powerful gulp, Scott took the rest of Derek inside, his lips closing around his waist as his throat muscles squeezed tight.
Derek’s legs kicked weakly as Scott swallowed him down, his muffled protests growing fainter with every second. “Nnngh—Scfhhh...” His words were lost, his body slipping further into the suffocating darkness of Scott’s stomach.
With a final, deep swallow, Scott’s throat bulged one last time as Derek’s hips disappeared inside, his legs slipping down into the tight, wet confines of Scott’s stomach. Scott let out a low, satisfied groan as he felt Derek’s entire body settle inside him, his belly swelling with the weight.
He stood there for a moment, panting, his hands resting on his now swollen stomach as he felt Derek squirming weakly inside. The pressure was intense, the weight filling him completely. Scott’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his mind spinning with the realization of what he had just done.
“Fuck...” Scott muttered, running a hand over the bulging curve of his belly. “Derek... I didn’t think it’d feel this... good.”
Scott let out a deep, unexpected burp, his hand reflexively patting his swollen belly. “Ughhh, damn, Derek... I gotta say, you taste way better than I thought,” he muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The teasing was new for him, but it came naturally, fueled by the rush of power surging through him.
Inside, Derek groaned, the cramped pressure making it hard to move. “Scott... what the hell...?” His voice was rough, strained, but clearer now that the tight grip of Scott’s throat had released him.
Scott chuckled, rubbing the taut surface of his stomach. "Yeah, I’m not sure what I expected, but you’re really sitting in there perfectly, Derek." He grinned, pressing down on a part of his belly where he could feel Derek’s squirming. “I could show you off right now... walk around Beacon Hills, let everyone see just how well you fit inside me."
Derek’s response was a low, irritated growl, his body shifting uncomfortably inside Scott. “You better not...” he snapped, though his words held less bite given the awkwardness of his position.
Scott let out another casual burp, smirking. "Oh, come on... I mean, think about it, Derek. You’re literally filling me up. I’ve never felt this full... or this strong." His fingers traced over his bulging gut. "Bet even Peter’s gonna be jealous when he finds out you’re my meal now."
Derek pushed against the slick walls surrounding him, his movements sluggish but forceful. “You are going to regret this.”
Scott laughed, the sound reverberating around Derek. “Maybe. But right now? I’m just enjoying the fact that I’ve got the great Derek Hale tucked away in my gut. Feels like I could keep you there all the damn time.”
The morning sun was already high when Scott strode into the high school parking lot, his steps heavy and deliberate. His usually lean and athletic frame now bulged with the unmistakable shape of Derek inside his belly, pushing out his shirt in a way that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how hard Scott might have tried. But hiding it wasn’t on his mind at all.
In fact, the True Alpha had never looked prouder. His stomach was massive—every inch of Derek Hale pressing visibly against Scott's skin. The outline of Derek’s arms, his legs, even the curve of his back stretched against Scott’s midsection, making it clear that Scott had swallowed someone just as big as he was.
He gave his rounded gut a solid pat and stifled a burp, though a small rumble still escaped his lips.
"Urrp... Sorry, Derek," Scott muttered with a smirk. “Guess you’re really settling in there.”
There was a muffled groan from deep within him, but Scott only grinned wider. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill at how heavy Derek made him feel, each step making his stomach jiggle just slightly with the weight of his former ally tucked away inside. He could already imagine the reactions he’d get when people noticed.
The walk through the front entrance was slow but confident, and as soon as Scott hit the halls, heads turned. Everyone noticed. How could they not? It wasn’t every day the True Alpha walked into school with a massive belly that screamed something out of the ordinary had happened.
Scott took his time, letting the eyes follow him, enjoying the whispers. He could hear their confusion, their awe. A couple of the students who’d been around long enough to know about the supernatural world seemed to recognize the situation right away, but the others were just plain stunned.
"Whoa... what the hell happened to McCall?" someone muttered near the lockers.
Scott didn't miss a beat, just gave his belly another proud slap and shot the guy a wink. "Don’t worry, just had a big meal this morning."
Inside, Derek shifted uncomfortably. "Scott... this isn’t funny," his voice was muffled but clear enough for Scott to hear.
“Oh, lighten up, man. You look good in there,” Scott teased, grinning as he ran a hand along the side of his gut, tracing the outline of Derek’s trapped body. “Besides, I figured I’d show everyone how good my diet is going.”
He paused near his locker, resting his hand on the cool metal as he stretched his back, emphasizing the bulge even more. "How you holding up in there? Comfortable?"
Derek let out a strained groan, shifting against the tight confines of Scott’s stomach. "Just let me out already," he muttered, though there was no fight left in his voice. It was clear Scott had total control now.
Scott chuckled. “Not yet. I think you’re starting to grow on me… literally.”
Before he could tease Derek any further, Scott felt a familiar presence behind him. He turned his head to see Liam standing nearby, eyes wide as he took in the size of his Alpha’s belly.
Liam blinked, his eyes darting between Scott’s face and his massive gut. “That’s… that’s Derek in there?”
“Uh… Scott… what the hell?” Liam asked, his voice tinged with awe and confusion, his gaze locked on the massive bulge in Scott’s middle.
Scott grinned, leaning casually against the lockers, his swollen gut jutting out in front of him. “Just trying something new,” he teased, giving his belly a playful pat. “Derek here decided he’d make a nice, hard-to-digest leftover dinner.”
Liam’s eyes widened in disbelief, his focus shifting between Scott’s face and the large, shifting mass of Derek inside him. He blinked, unsure if he should laugh or back away. “Wait… that’s Derek in there?” he asked, pointing at Scott’s gut.
Scott smirked, pushing himself off the lockers and taking a slow step toward Liam, making sure his belly swayed with each movement. “Oh yeah, he’s in there alright. Settling in nicely, too.” He pushed his gut out further, the outline of Derek’s body pressing against the fabric of his shirt. "You wanna feel?" Scott’s voice dripped with playful arrogance.
Liam hesitated but nodded. “Uh... yeah. Sure.”
Scott closed the distance quickly, stepping forward and pushing his bulging stomach right up against Liam, effectively pinning him between the locker and the mass of Derek’s body. Liam let out a surprised grunt as Scott’s heavy gut pressed into him, the solid weight of Derek making the experience overwhelming. Scott chuckled, his chest vibrating as he pushed a little harder, ensuring Liam could feel every part of his massive belly.
“You feel that?” Scott teased, his voice low and smug. “That’s Derek in there. Every inch of him. Pretty crazy, huh?”
Liam’s hands tentatively found their way to Scott’s sides, his fingers brushing over the taut skin stretched across Scott’s belly. The sensation of Derek squirming slightly inside made Liam’s breath hitch. He pressed his palms more firmly against the bulge, feeling the hard outlines of Derek’s trapped body. “Holy... this is insane,” Liam muttered under his breath, wide-eyed as he felt Derek shift inside Scott’s belly. “He’s... really in there.”
Scott laughed, the sound deep and satisfied. “Yeah, he is. And I’ve gotta say... he fits perfectly.” He gave his gut a small shake, causing Derek to grunt from within. “I think Derek’s finally found his place, don’t you?”
Liam couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, still overwhelmed by the situation. “I mean... yeah, if his place is inside you.” He pressed his hand more firmly against the bulging mass, feeling the subtle movement of Derek’s body. “Does it hurt him?”
Scott shrugged, pushing his belly even closer to Liam, making it impossible for his Beta to escape the press of Derek’s form. “Not really... at least, not too much.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s just getting used to being part of me.”
Inside, Derek’s voice was muffled but still audible. “Scott... you’re pushing too hard, damn it.”
Scott laughed again, louder this time. “Come on, Derek, you can handle it. I’m just giving Liam the full experience.” He pressed his belly into Liam again, making the Beta squirm slightly as he was sandwiched between Scott and the locker.
“You should feel how tight it is in there,” Scott said, patting his gut with one hand while keeping Liam trapped with the other. “I’ve never felt so full. You really make me look good, Derek.”
Liam’s hand slipped lower, tracing the outline of Derek’s legs against Scott’s belly. He shook his head in disbelief. “Dude... this is nuts.”
Scott grinned, stepping back slightly to give Liam some room to breathe, though he kept his belly prominent. “You think it’s crazy from out here? Imagine what Derek’s going through inside.”
Another muffled groan came from within, and Scott chuckled. He wanted to tease about how much Derek probably wished he didn’t tell him about what happened with Peter, but realized implying it in front of Liam would breach his trust; He confided in him, and he had to at least respect that.
Scott’s hands moved confidently across his swollen belly, rubbing in slow circles, pressing into the shapes of Derek’s body just beneath the surface. Every touch seemed to make Derek squirm, his form pushing outward as Scott toyed with him. "I gotta admit,” Scott said, a teasing edge to his voice, “he’s a lot more manageable like this. No more brooding or running off on his own.”
Liam smirked, now more at ease with the bizarre situation. “So... what are you gonna do with him?”
Scott leaned back against the locker, still rubbing his belly in lazy circles. “Not sure yet,” he replied with a wicked grin. “But for now? I think I’ll just enjoy showing him off.” He let out a small burp, covering his mouth with his hand before smirking at Liam. “Guess that’s Derek’s way of saying hi.”
Inside, Derek shifted again, and Scott felt his movements slow. He knew Derek was starting to accept his place, even if he wasn’t happy about it. But Scott didn’t mind. After all, he had Derek exactly where he wanted him—pressed tight inside his gut, showing the world just who was in control.
Scott grinned as he pulled out his phone, thumbing the camera open. He angled it to capture his enormous belly, with Derek’s outline clearly visible beneath the stretched fabric. But that wasn’t enough—Scott wanted the perfect shot. He glanced at Liam, still standing awkwardly by the lockers.
“Liam,” Scott said, stepping closer. “Hold still for a sec.”
Liam barely had time to react before Scott pressed his gut right up against him, sandwiching him tightly between his massive, squirming belly and the cold metal lockers. “Whoa—what are you doing?” Liam stammered, face turning bright red as he felt the pressure of Scott’s stomach pinning him in place.
Scott laughed softly, his tone light. “Just getting a picture,” he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Trust me, you’ll want to see this later.”
Liam blinked, his breath caught in his throat as Scott’s belly shifted slightly, the weight of Derek pressing into him. “A picture? For who?”
Scott didn’t answer right away, just snapped the shot—Derek’s struggling form clearly outlined, Liam trapped against the lockers, his face a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Perfect.
As he typed the message, Liam glanced at the phone again. “Uh, who’s that for?” His tone was curious, but he was still flustered from the situation.
Scott smirked, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed.
"Derek’s mine now. Thought you should know. You can back off."
He sent the message with a casual swipe before finally meeting Liam’s eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” Scott said, patting his gut with a teasing smile. “Just… taking care of some things.”
Liam frowned, obviously wanting to ask more, but before he could, Scott gave his belly a firm rub, feeling Derek shift inside. “Let’s just say Derek’s got other plans now.”
Liam, still a bit red, nodded slowly. “O-okay... if you say so.”
The sun cast a warm glow over the new neighborhood as Jake and Andrew arrived at their freshly leased apartment. The building, a quaint three-story structure, stood proudly with a coat of welcoming beige paint. As they stepped inside, the scent of fresh paint tickled their noses—a sign that this place was truly their canvas to fill.
The apartment had a cozy charm, with sunlight streaming through the large windows that adorned the living room. The kitchen, though compact, exuded a functional elegance, complete with gleaming appliances and granite countertops. A promising beginning to their life together.
With an exchange of glances and a shared smile, Jake and Andrew embarked on a rhythm of unpacking. The air was charged with the excitement of new beginnings. The sound of cardboard boxes being shuffled and furniture being arranged reverberated through the apartment.
Jake's lively voice, filled with enthusiasm, echoed, "Babe, I'm thinking the couch should go right here, what do you say?"
Andrew, a bit more measured in his responses, replied, "Yeah, that works. Gives a nice view of the TV and opens up the space."
Their shared brainstorming intertwined with the mundane yet significant task of setting up their home. Little did they know that this cozy abode would soon become the stage for a more unconventional kind of interaction with their neighbor. Or, at the very least, one that Jake attempted to hide really well.
"I'd love to stay and help, but I've got to go to work. Maybe wait on the heavier tasks till I'm back home, and set up what you can until then," Andrew suggested, a hint of regret in his voice as duty called him away.
Jake nodded, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Sure thing, babe. I'll leave the heavy lifting for when my strong man is back in action." He winked playfully, earning a chuckle from Andrew.
As Andrew prepared to head out the door, Jake couldn't resist a mischievous comment, "Thinking of greeting our neighbors later. You know, being the friendly new guy in the building."
Andrew shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. "Just don't get into any trouble. And no overly friendly offers, alright?" he quipped.
Jake feigned innocence, a twinkle in his eye. "Who, me? Never!" he teased, giving Andrew a quick peck on the cheek before sending him off to work with a playful swat on the butt. "Hey, I just want to make sure we're on good terms with everyone around here. Plus, who knows, maybe they're super cool."
With a peck on Jake's cheek, Andrew replied, "Alright, social butterfly. Do us proud. See you later, okay?"
"Sure thing. Have a good day at work!" Jake replied, continuing the mundane task of unboxing their many sentimental objects for the next hour.
Jake took a moment in the shiny new bathroom, adjusting his hair and shirt. He wanted to make a good first impression, not just for himself but also for Andrew. With a deep breath, he looked at himself in the mirror, nodding as if giving himself a mental pep talk.
Feeling ready, Jake strolled out of the apartment, locking the door behind him, and headed for the next door. It felt a bit odd, making the rounds so soon, but he figured it was better to know his neighbors sooner rather than later.
Arriving at the door, he took another moment, clearing his throat and then knocked twice. The anticipation was a mix of nerves and excitement, not knowing who would answer the door.
The door creaked open, revealing a man with a dad bod, dressed in a blue gym shirt that depicted a muscular guy lifting, paired with black shorts. The shirt hugged his form in a way that accentuated his physique rather than hiding it, and the casual attire only added to the relaxed charm he exuded. This was Thomas, the neighbor Jake was about to get to know.
"Hey there!" Thomas greeted, a friendly smile on his face. "You must be the new neighbor. I'm Thomas." He extended a hand, a firm handshake revealing the calluses of someone who might hit the gym often.
"Jake," he replied, returning the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Thomas."
Thomas chuckled a bit, the friendly tone still lingering. "Likewise, Jake. So, what brings you to this side of the building?"
Jake shifted slightly, feeling a bit shy under Thomas's friendly gaze. "Just moved in with my boyfriend, Andrew, next door. Thought I'd say hi to the neighbors."
"Ah, the happy couple! Welcome to the neighborhood," Thomas said, rubbing his chin playfully. "You know, you're lucky to have me as a neighbor. I'm like the unofficial welcoming committee around here."
Jake grinned, finding Thomas's confidence oddly endearing. "Well, lucky us then. Thanks for the warm welcome."
Thomas leaned against the door frame, his demeanor casual but with a hint of self-assuredness. "No problem at all. Say, why don't you come in? I was just about to make some tea. A little neighborly chat won't hurt."
Jake hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist the friendly offer. "Sure, why not? Tea sounds good."
The apartment had a pleasant aroma of warmth and familiarity as Thomas led Jake in. It was a cozy space with an inviting feel, making Jake feel a bit more at ease. Thomas moved effortlessly to the small kitchenette, pulling out two cups and preparing tea.
"Here you go, Jake," Thomas said, handing over one of the steaming cups. "I've got a knack for tea, so enjoy."
"Thanks," Jake replied, taking a sip, the warmth of the tea comforting in his hands. "You've got a nice place here."
Thomas grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, it's my little bachelor pad. Not as neat as it could be, but it's home."
They exchanged pleasantries, Jake finding himself drawn to Thomas's charismatic demeanor. The conversation flowed easily, with Thomas expressing genuine interest in getting to know his new neighbor. At one point, Jake couldn't help but voice a thought that had been lingering in his mind.
"You know, Thomas, you're a pretty interesting guy," Jake said, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, well, quite attractive."
Thomas's response was a cocky smirk, as if he'd expected the compliment. "I get that a lot, and for good reason."
Jake blushed slightly, his admission out in the open. "I hope I'm not being too forward or anything. It's just, you seem like a cool guy."
Thomas chuckled, the cocky edge still present. "No worries, Jake. I can handle a compliment. And cool? I'll take it. We'll have to hang out more, get to know each other better. Maybe introduce me to that boyfriend of yours."
Jake nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, that sounds great. Andrew would love to meet you, I'm sure."
With that, the conversation continued, the two sharing stories and laughter, the bond between neighbors growing stronger. Little did Jake know that the more time he spent with Thomas, the deeper his fascination would become. Jake couldn't stop eye-ing his neighbor's dad bod, and especially his slightly protruding belly, which was cozy and inviting.
"What's up?" Thomas said, noticing Jake's attraction to his body and his extended silence.
"Say, Thomas," Jake spoke, his voice a little shaken and apprehensive. "I was wondering if you could… You know," He said, avoiding his neighbor's direct gaze. "Swallow me up?"
The revelation hung in the air, creating a moment of awkward tension between Jake and Thomas. Jake's request was so unexpected that even Thomas, with his confident demeanor, was momentarily taken aback.
"Swallow you up?" Thomas repeated, a bemused expression crossing his face.
Jake, realizing how unusual his request sounded, quickly began to backtrack. "Oh, uh, sorry. That was a weird thing to say. I just thought, you know, it's been a long day with all the moving, and I thought it might be a way to relax. Forget I said anything."
Thomas, recovering from his initial surprise, chuckled. "Hey, no need to apologize. That's definitely one way to unwind. But, you know, what about your boyfriend? Shouldn't he be the one you'd want to spend your evening with?"
Jake hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if searching for an excuse. "Andrew's at work. He won't be back for hours. I figured it might be a good time, you know?"
Thomas raised an eyebrow, the cocky smirk returning. "Well, well, looks like I've got some competition with your boyfriend's schedule. Alright, Jake, let's give it a try. Why not?"
Jake's eyes widened in surprise, the realization sinking in that Thomas was actually considering his bizarre request. He stammered, "Wait, really?"
Thomas chuckled again, approaching Jake with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, really. I was beginning to think the tea in me could use some company." He teased.
As Thomas moved closer, Jake felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did he know that this seemingly casual decision would set the stage for a series of events that would reshape the dynamics of their relationships in ways he couldn't have imagined.
Thomas's demeanor shifted, and a dominant aura enveloped him as he towered over Jake. With a wicked grin, he leaned in, his tongue emerging to sensually trace patterns across Jake's face, leaving a glossy trail of saliva in its wake.
Jake, caught in a mix of surprise and arousal, felt a shiver run down his spine. The dominant display was more than he had bargained for, but there was a certain allure to Thomas's confident and commanding presence.
As Thomas continued to lick, his teasing commentary echoed through the room. "You wanted to relax, right? Well, I'm here to make sure it's a memorable experience for you."
Jake, unable to resist the heat building within him, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I… I wanted something different."
Thomas, seemingly pleased with Jake's response, opened his mouth wide. The sight of those teeth, the expanse of his tongue, and the moist interior of his mouth created a mesmerizing spectacle. Jake, transfixed, felt a combination of excitement and anticipation.
With deliberate slowness, Thomas brought his open mouth closer to Jake's head, giving him a teasing pause. "Ready for the next part?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Jake, feeling the heat of the moment, nodded again. "Yeah, go for it."
Thomas didn't waste any time. He extended his tongue and, with a deliberate and sensual motion, began swallowing Jake's head. The sensation was unlike anything Jake had experienced before—being enveloped by warmth, the pressure increasing gradually as he slid further into Thomas's mouth.
As Jake descended into the darkness, he couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the act. The feeling of Thomas's teeth grazing against his skin, the wetness of his tongue, and the gentle pressure surrounding him created a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, and he couldn't be more grateful that he had been forward with his request.
Thomas relished the sensation of Jake's head nestled within the confines of his mouth. The warm, tight space engulfed Jake, and Thomas couldn't resist savoring the unique flavors that each part of his captive offered.
With a deliberate and practiced motion, Thomas began the process of swallowing Jake further. His hands, which had initially rested casually on Jake's torso, now came into play. Fingers pressed gently into Jake's sides, aiding the swallowing process and ensuring a smooth descent.
The fabric of Thomas's shirt stretched as Jake's form traveled lower, gradually disappearing into the voracious depths of Thomas's mouth. The sensation of Jake's descent was hot, tight, and surprisingly intimate. Thomas's throat worked rhythmically, each gulp accompanied by a low, satisfied hum.
As Jake's upper body passed the point of no return, Thomas reveled in the feel of his buttocks. The firm, plump curves were a tantalizing delight, and Thomas couldn't resist using his hands to savor the moment. Fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, ensuring every inch of Jake was embraced by the consuming journey.
Thomas's thick hands squeezed Jake's buttocks inside his mouth, relishing the feeling of the soft flesh yielding to his grasp. The act was both sensual and commanding, a testament to the control Thomas exerted over the devouring process.
As Thomas continued the deliberate swallowing, the bulge in his throat expanded, signaling Jake's gradual descent into the depths of his belly. The once-taut fabric of Thomas's shirt now strained and stretched, barely containing the increasing mass within. The sight was both enticing and provocative, the visible contours of Jake's form pressing against the fabric.
GULP!
With each successive gulp, Jake's head popped beneath the surface of Thomas's belly, causing a noticeable bulge from the outside. The fabric of Thomas's shirt clung desperately to the expanding mass within, the tight material pulled upward by the gravitational pull of Jake's journey into the man's digestive abyss.
The struggle of the fabric against the growing bulge was accentuated by the relentless swallowing. Thomas's throat worked with practiced precision, each gulp drawing Jake further into the churning depths of his belly. The once-cocky bachelor now seemed entirely consumed by the act, his concentration evident in the rhythmic motions of his throat.
The tight shirt, now strained beyond its limits, surrendered to the pressure. With a final, audible rip, the fabric gave way, exposing Thomas's expanding midsection. The bulge, no longer restrained by clothing, continued its ascent, offering a visual spectacle of Jake's gradual submersion into Thomas's digestive embrace.
Thomas's belly was much more pronounced with Jake entirely swallowed up, showcasing his curled up form beneath the bachelor's muscles. He rubbed his belly, moaning, as he let out a huge burp.
BuuuUuUuUuUuUrPPP!!
Thomas grinned, running a hand over his now exposed belly, the remnants of his torn shirt hanging from his waistband. "Well, shit, there goes my favorite gym shirt. And I thought it was tear-resistant. You owe me a new one."
He looked down at Jake's bulge inside him, the corners of his mouth curling up mischievously. "But, you know, it's worth it, just to have you all cozy in there, buddy."
Thomas reclined on his couch, feeling the subtle weight of Jake nestled within him. The torn shirt hung around his waist as a makeshift reminder of their unusual encounter. He ran a hand over his rounded belly, savoring the comforting fullness.
As hours passed, Jake found a peculiar coziness within Thomas's belly. His words, though muffled by the fleshy confines, conveyed a sense of contentment. "So damn cozy in here," Jake's voice reverberated, the sounds dulled by the warm expanse of Thomas's belly.
The bachelor lounged, occasionally shifting in a way that cradled Jake further within him. Thomas chuckled, responding to the muffled remarks. "Yeah? Glad you're enjoying it, buddy. Just chill. We got time, and let me know when that boyfriend of yours is about to come."
Hours drifted lazily by as Thomas continued to chill on his couch, occasionally rubbing his belly as if patting a pet that lay within. Jake, within the comfortable confines of Thomas's belly, began to squirm subtly. His muffled sounds conveyed a sense of restlessness.
Jake's voice was muffled, the words barely decipherable but hinting at the desire to be released. Thomas, catching on, sat up with a casual grin. "Alright, time to set you free, little guy."
Thomas leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, as the process of regurgitating Jake commenced. A low, guttural sound accompanied the motion, reminiscent of someone trying to force out an unexpected cough. As the first signs of Jake's reappearance became evident, a mixture of saliva and stomach acids accompanied him.
With a final, controlled heave, Jake emerged from Thomas's mouth. The dampened form of the once-swallowed man glistened, adorned with a sheen of Thomas's digestive fluids. Jake coughed and sputtered, the residue of the endosomatic adventure clinging to his form.
Thomas chuckled, leaning back as he wiped a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. "There you go, Jake. Back to the land of the living, or at least out of my stomach."
Jake fumbled for a nearby napkin, wiping off the remnants of Thomas's digestive embrace from his face. He hesitated, glancing at Thomas with a mix of uncertainty and arousal.
"Fuck, that was hot as fuck," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushed. "Do you think, um… That maybe we could do this regularly?"
Thomas reclined on the couch, a cocky grin forming on his lips. "Regularly, huh? Well, who am I to say no? My gut's taken a liking to your round shape, and I figure I'd want to make use of this torn shirt again."
Jake, still catching his breath, grinned at Thomas. "Thanks, man. That was something else." With a casual wave, he headed back to his apartment, the door closing behind him.
In the privacy of his own place, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the wild experience. "Damn," he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror. "Shower time before Andrew gets back."
Over the next few weeks, Jake found himself drawn to Thomas's door almost as if by an irresistible force. The frequency of his visits increased, and a peculiar routine developed—almost every time Andrew was out for work, Jake would find himself knocking on Thomas's door, eager for the sensation of being swallowed once more.
It became a clandestine affair, a secret passion that Jake couldn't resist indulging. The cozy afternoons spent nestled in Thomas's belly provided a unique escape, a refuge from the outside world. Thomas, despite his initial cockiness, seemed to enjoy the arrangement just as much.
Their encounters varied. Sometimes it was a quick, spontaneous venture, while on other occasions, Jake lingered longer, savoring the warmth and tightness of his endosoma retreat. As Thomas rubbed his belly in contentment, Jake relished the intimacy of the experience. The thrill of being swallowed, the muffled sounds of Thomas's surroundings, and the cozy darkness of his gut.
Each gulp, each audible swallow, became a part of their unspoken agreement. The torn gym shirt, now a remnant of many sessions, hung as a testament to their peculiar encounters. Thomas, ever the cocky host, reveled in the power dynamics of their arrangement. He would tease Jake with casual remarks, mocking him for how much he craved being inside him, how his gut's taking him from his boyfriend, and relishing the satisfaction of being the one in control. The muffled sounds of casual chatter, the gentle burps that followed, became routine.
One day, after weeks of their clandestine routine, Jake found himself stewing away in Thomas's gut. The familiar sensation of being enveloped in warmth and darkness was his routine escape from reality.
"Almost time for you to be out, bro," Thomas said, getting on his knees, preparing to regurgitate Jake, as they had done several times before. But, before the expected release, Jake squirmed in protest.
"Fuck, just take me," Jake said, his words muffled by the tight confinement of Thomas's gut, fully taken over by a surge of lust.
Thomas, taken aback, paused, looking at Jake with a mix of surprise and confusion. "You mean… like, for real? You want me to…?" he hesitated, gesturing toward his own belly.
Jake, caught in the moment of passion, nodded, confirming the unexpected twist in their usual routine. "Yeah, man. Digest me. Take me in. I want it," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and abandon.
The unexpected turn left Thomas momentarily stunned, but the allure of Jake's plea proved to be too intoxicating to resist. With a smirk and a shake of his head, Thomas took a deep breath and said, "Glad you said that, a few more weeks and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from ending you whether you asked for it or not."
Thomas sat back, a casual air about him as he reclined, teasing Jake about the gravity of his words. "You know, bro, you just signed up for the no do-overs, no take-backs deal. You're in my gut now, and you're gonna stay there."
Jake, a mix of excitement and realization playing on his features, squirmed a bit, confirming his acceptance of the unspoken agreement. "Yeah, man, no turning back. I'm all in."
Thomas, with a mischievous grin, decided to take Jake's commitment to a new level. "Alright, bro, you signed up for the 'no more talking' package too." taking Jake's acceptance as a cue, tightened his gut, muffling Jake's words almost to the point of illegibility. With a smug smirk, Thomas leaned back, basking in the moment as he let out a colossal burp that reverberated through the air.
BuuUuUuUurP!
The sound echoed around the room, a declaration of the new reality they had both willingly entered. Thomas, still chuckling casually, patted his slightly bulging belly, sealing the unspoken contract between them. The muffled, indistinct sounds from within only served to emphasize the intimate connection they now shared.
Thomas glanced at the buzzing phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's missing their boy, huh?" he teased, waving Jake's phone in the air. "Got a bunch of missed calls and texts. Your boyfriend's probably worried sick about where you are."
He chuckled, placing the phone on a nearby table. "Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out where you really are. In this big, bulging gut of mine." Thomas patted his belly with a satisfied grin. "But we'll let him stew in curiosity a bit longer. Gotta savor the anticipation, you know?" Thomas said, as he headed to his bedroom.
He sprawled across his bed, one arm behind his head, the other idly rubbing his rounded belly. The bulge from Jake's presence was noticeable, a testament to the intimate arrangement inside. He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he felt Jake squirming within him.
"First night you're staying this long, bro," Thomas remarked, speaking into the empty room. "Better get used to it because, after tonight, you're not coming out. You're gonna be part of me for the last few nights of your life." He shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and let out a contented sigh. "Sweet dreams, man."
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Thomas as he woke up, his gut still pronounced from the previous night's indulgence. Stretching languidly, he sat up, feeling the weight of Jake nestled within him.
Yawning, Thomas got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom. The tiled floor felt cool beneath his feet. Leaning over the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. With a toothbrush in hand, he began scrubbing his teeth clean.
As he brushed his teeth, his gaze shifted to the protruding belly that pressed against the edge of the sink. Thomas grinned cockily, aware that Jake was experiencing his morning routine for the first time.
"Morning, Jake, you good in there?" Thomas teased, speaking as if Jake could hear him. "Can't quite make out what you'd be saying, but I thought the gesture was nice." He chuckled, imagining Jake's muffled protests from within the confines of his gut.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Thomas got ready for the day ahead, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
As Thomas went about his day, the vibrations of Jake's phone periodically echoed in the room, a persistent reminder of the outside world that seemed increasingly distant. Each buzz was a testament to Andrew's growing worry and curiosity.
Teasingly, Thomas leaned back and patted his belly, as if saying to Jake that he's here to stay. "You know, bro, I think your body's getting a little softer in there. I'm known to have a rough digestion."
From Jake's perspective, the world inside Thomas's gut was undergoing a slow transformation. His clothes, once distinguishable, were becoming indistinct as they melded with the acids. The sensation was peculiar and, at times, disorienting, as his skin slowly melted; It was pleasant, it felt cozier than any of the previous time he's been in here, but it was still disorienting.
The muffled sound of Andrew's persistent calls and messages on Jake's phone served as a distant background noise, a stark contrast to the cocoon of warmth and semi-darkness that enveloped Jake within Thomas's belly.
On the second day, Jake's form inside Thomas's gut underwent a notable transformation. The once distinct features of his body were now indiscernible, a result of the ongoing process of digestion. The clothes that clung to him had long since lost their original form, merging with the liquefying remnants of Jake's physique.
Thomas, perhaps subconsciously or out of growing curiosity, patted his belly, noting a subtle change. The solid tautness that characterized Jake's initial presence was giving way to a softer, more pliable feel. The acids worked persistently, melting away the boundaries of Jake's form. It wasn't an ethereal or surreal process; it was the gritty reality of digestion, the breaking down of flesh and bone into a churning mixture, but despite that it still felt good to Jake.
The sudden, impatient knocking on the door jolted Thomas from his casual reverie. He swung the door open, and there stood Andrew, a mix of worry and irritation etched across his face.
"Hey, sorry to bother you this early, but have you seen Jake?" Andrew asked, his concern evident in his tone. "He's been missing for two days, and I'm getting really worried."
Thomas, wearing a hoodie that conveniently hid the changes in his midsection, shook his head. "Nah, man, haven't seen him. Sorry." There was an apologetic note in his voice as he subtly adjusted the hoodie.
"Fuck," Andrew said, seeming distressed and unaware of Thomas's gut. "Sorry. Just… Let me know if you ever do, okay?" He said, as he continued to the other apartments to ask his other neighbors.
Thomas closed the door and laid back against it, he couldn't resist a teasing smirk. He lifted the hoodie, revealing the slightly softer, bulging gut beneath. "All it took is a lift of my hoodie to show him where ya went. Too bad he'll never figure it out." he remarked, the cocky edge still present in his voice, as Jake squirmed inside his acid-filled gut.
On the third day, Thomas decided to hit the gym, his usual routine slightly altered by the recent addition of Jake to his physique. The once-toned bachelor now sported more of a dad bod, and a slight beer belly had developed, a testament to Jake's presence in his gut.
As he prepared for the workout, Thomas couldn't resist teasing Jake. "Well, bro, today's gonna be a tough one on you. Might speed up your digestion a bit," he quipped with a chuckle. "But hey, I figure I'll make the most of the gains from eating you. Gotta look more attractive when you're gone, right?" The casual banter flowed easily, as he got to exercise his muscles.
Thomas began his gym session with some heavy deadlifts, the weight clanging against the floor with each controlled drop. The impact reverberated through his core, the vibrations felt by Jake nestled within the confines of his bulging belly. With each lift, Thomas's abdominal muscles flexed and tightened, pressing against Jake in rhythmic pulses.
Moving on to bench presses, Thomas lay back on the bench, the pressure of the weights causing his gut to push outward. Jake, caught in the middle of this bodily symphony, experienced the compression and release as Thomas completed each repetition. Sweat glistened on Thomas's forehead, a testament to the exertion he was putting into the workout.
Transitioning to squats, Thomas's movements became more dynamic. As he descended into the squat position, Jake was subjected to the pressure between Thomas's thighs, a sensation that intensified with each rise. The fabric of Thomas's shorts stretched tightly over his expanding waistline, a visible reminder of Jake's presence within.
The stair climber machine was next on Thomas's agenda. With each step, the rhythmic impact resonated through his body, creating a gentle rocking motion for Jake. The pressure on Thomas's midsection increased, and Jake felt the subtle shifts as his surroundings changed with each step.
Finally, Thomas engaged in some core exercises, targeting his abs directly. Crunches and leg raises emphasized the region where Jake was nestled. The compression intensified with each repetition, the steady burn of the workout echoed within Thomas's bulging gut.
Throughout the entire routine, Thomas's banter continued. "You feeling the burn, bro?" he teased, fully aware of the unique experience Jake was undergoing within the confines of his ever-changing gut.
As the days progressed, Jake's once-solid form continued its relentless transformation within the acidic confines of Thomas's stomach. The digestive juices worked with ruthless efficiency, breaking down Jake's flesh and bones into a formless mass. The initial resistance of his physical structure gave way to the corrosive power of the stomach acids, reducing him to a mixture of liquid and dissolved remnants.
The process was slow and methodical. Jake's consciousness began to wane, his awareness slipping away in sync with the dissolution of his physical being. He became entangled in the chemical dance of digestion, losing touch with the boundaries of his form as the acids invaded every nook and cranny of his thick form.
The sensation was a paradoxical blend of pleasure and obliteration. Jake, in his reduced state, was suspended in a state of half-consciousness, afloat in the warm, corrosive embrace of Thomas's stomach. The once-distinct features of his body blurred into a formless, melted amalgamation, his essence merging with the strong digestive acids of Thomas.
As the dissolution progressed, Jake's thoughts became fragmented, his sense of self dissolving along with his body. The blissful haze of digestion enveloped him, a surreal journey into the abyss of being broken down and absorbed.
Thomas reclined on his couch, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. His fingers drummed lazily on his bloated midsection, now transformed into a softer, beer-belly dad bod. The once-defined muscles were replaced by a plump layer, evidence of Jake's gradual assimilation into Thomas's physique.
"Look at this," Thomas mused, patting his slightly flattened stomach. "You're almost all mine, bro. I've been digesting you real good. Your essence is now part of what makes me, well, me. Bet you can't even comprehend that with how melted you are."
He let out a hearty belch, the sound reverberating through his sloshy midsection. Thomas's arrogance echoed in his words, a mix of crass amusement and self-satisfaction.
"You thought you could handle being in my gut regularly, but look at you now. Just a sloshy mess, melting away into nothingness. And here I am, getting beefier, looking better than ever," he continued, chuckling at the thought. "You're practically my personal enhancement, bro. A little seasoning to make me even more irresistible."
Thomas shifted, adjusting his posture to emphasize the changes in his physique. The casual arrogance in his voice painted a vivid picture of a man reveling in the results of his unconventional dietary choices.
"In a few more days, you'll be nothing but a memory, a part of my gains. Can't say it wasn't a good run for you, though. The best thing you did was willingly dive into my gut."
Thomas stepped out of his apartment and immediately encountered Andrew in the hallway, looking disheveled and anxious. Andrew's eyes widened at the noticeable change in Thomas's physique.
"Dude, have you seen Jake? I've been going out of my mind looking for him," Andrew pleaded, concern etched on his face. "You know what, don't fucking answer. I know you would've told me if you had already."
Thomas feigned innocence, scratching his head. "It's good, dude. Jake? Uhh, not sure, man. I mean, I've seen a lot of people around, you know? Can't keep track of everyone." He said, "Maybe he ghosted you or something. It happens. But hey," He gave Andrew a pat on the shoulder, "I'm here for ya if you need me, dude."
"Thanks, man." Andrew said insincerely, wanting nothing more than to know where his boyfriend went, but still appreciating the offer.
As they moved further away from each other, Thomas couldn't resist a sly grin, his hand casually rubbing his now beefier belly. "Damn, Jake. Not a word to your worried boyfriend? Never took you for the silent type." He teased as his stomach growled, knowing that Jake wasn't in a state to respond let alone comprehend, only existing for a few more days before he's fully digested down by the bigger man.
One night, you, 18-year-old guy, became bored and quite nothing to do. You were desperate to get a tape of ads hoping to get into something interesting... Suddenly, you notice one interesting post, which said: "the challenge of a male striptease of a surprise at the end." You thought deeply about the read and sitting on the bed make a decision that you don't care what you need, but you need to entertain yourself.
Just you'd like to spend a night with a mature man with a big hairy belly. A number of photos of a person who provides this service was presented in the announcement. Once you looked at him, you immediately liked him and seemed very sexy and hot, and you quickly dialed the number specified in the announcement and agreed on your order.
An hour later, the door was knocked. That was the man with the announcement. He was dressed in pretty decent clothes, through which a massive bubble was released, and in his hands he had a pretty big bag. You spent it in your House and showed a place where the guest could take off his clothes. When you entered the room, the man asked you a question: "what suit you want me to wear? Maybe the bike style?"You agreed timidly on offer, because you always would like to look at a man in a leather jacket and a latex shirt, through which would have been spilled by a big beer sexual stomach.
After the biker put on your suit, you immediately got excited from what he saw: the big belly of this man was chained with a latex shirt, which made him seem even more and more round than before, and the jacket was added to his shoulders only more sexuality. He put you on the bed, and he went to the middle of the room and began to perform dance movements that strippers did. You didn't look into his eyes, but only on his stomach, which was swinging with every movement and bultykhovyasku from side to side.
After the dance, the man sat down beside you on the bed and said, " you want to lose it?"And you said, "d-yes, of course)))" your hands touched this smooth and round like a balloon belly and you smooth movements made massage this fat man while he moaned with pleasure. At one point you put on his stomach and he made a smelling snarl that your excitement was just increased. Then he said, "I ate a huge portion of food to make such a spit and increase my stomach a little bit more))" he with pleasure he lay on his back and threw his hands behind his head, in you continued to massage his intestines.
At one point he said, "you like my stomach so much?"You nodded positively. "Well, then I know what surprise I'll arrange for you, take off your clothes" you blushed even more, and began to undress to the cowards. The man told you to sit down on his stomach, and you obediently did it. Your cock, who was in erection for a long time, was visible to the naked eye, which was very embarrassed you, and the man opposite-excited.
At one moment he's grabbing you for the ankles and holding her in his mouth, why the second, and then your feet are in his throat. You almost fell off his stomach on the floor, but he held you tightly. The man moaned loudly with each throat, and gradually your legs were gone in his mouth and he stood up from the bed, still continuing to swallow you alive. You didn't really resist what was going on, because you always got a similar topic and you were in high enough to eat you so hot and sexy striptease. Meanwhile, your body was half absorbed and you couldn't move your hands, as they were deep in the throat. When the stripper blinked you goodbye before your head, your head was already completely gone into the mouth.
Once you lay in a man's stomach, you felt soft walls of the stomach and very strong warmth, but breathe in such a closed space was quite difficult. "What?" How do you promise a surprise? I personally liked your taste very much, it was incredibly delicious!"You said, "Yes, I am also very glad to be the outcome of my order" from the abdomen walls was very badly heard your voice, but the stripper slapped heavily on his stomach, as if showing his pride for having been able to satisfy the client's desire. The air clung to the stomach, the air was rapidly leaked out into the exhausting snort: "BUUUUUUUUAAAAAARRRP!!!"
After the snarl, the stripper man stepped heavily to his bag, pulled out the tripod, put the phone and turned on the video, stood in front of the camera and began to show his increased ten times stomach that pulled the latex Mike. He took off his shirt, revealing his hair on his stomach and slapped his bare stomach again. Why did he write it down to the camera? He removed the video from the client and after shooting signed: "a new service is added to the list, namely, swallowing alive"
It was a quiet summer afternoon, and I had just gotten back from my shift at McDonald’s. I was sweaty and smelled of grease, so I was eager to get a shower. As I pulled into the driveway of the house I shared with my brother, I noticed another car in the driveway, and I knew it belonged to my brother’s friend, Benjamin. I liked talking to Benjamin, but we weren’t super close.
I pulled up the driveway and got out of my car and went inside. As I walked into the living room, I saw my brother, Kevin, and Benjamin sitting on the couch. I said hello to them, and they both said hi back. Kevin then asked me how my shift was, and I sighed and said it was fine. He said good, then he said that Benjamin had a question for me, and I looked at him and asked him what it was. Benjamin then asked me if I could help him out with a biology assignment for one of his college classes. I asked him what he needed me to do, he looked at Kevin, who gave him a head nod, then he looked back at me and said he would need me to go inside him.
I was a bit confused what he meant by that, so I asked him to be more specific, and he chuckled and said his assignment was studying the human stomach, and he thought it would be cool if I went inside his stomach for a little while and answered some questions he had for me. I was instantly intrigued, as Benjamin had a decently sized gut. And on top of that, I had just taken a few days off from McDonald’s to relax, so I was free. I then told Benjamin I would help him out, and he said awesome excitedly.
After agreeing to help him out, Benjamin asked me if I wanted to start today, and I said sure. We both then went up to my room, which was on the 2nd floor. As we walked up, I asked Benjamin if there would be any acid inside him, and he said yes, but he told me that his metabolism was pretty slow, so I should be fine for a little while. I said Ok, but I was a little nervous.
We then got to my room. Once we were inside my room, Benjamin took off his shirt revealing his massive stomach, which looked very inviting. I then started to take off my uniform, and as I did, he asked me if I would be Ok with being digested if something went wrong, and I looked at him and said I would rather stay alive. He then said he would try his best, but he then said that there would be a chance that I would end up digesting, so if I wasn’t Ok with that, I didn’t have to do this. I personally had already gotten into the mindset of going inside Benjamin, and given that I already said I would help, I didn’t want to let him down, so I let out a sigh and said that if I did end up digesting, I would be Ok with it. He let out a sigh and thanked me.
After I got my uniform off, Benjamin walked up to me and told me to have fun inside him, and I said I would. He then suddenly leaned forward, his mouth wide open, and swallowed me. I was sent sliding down his throat and into his stomach. As I landed inside, the smell of mint filled the air, and I saw a couple mints being digested in the corner of his belly. Once I was inside, Benjamin let out a moan, then he asked me if I was alright, and I said yep. He said good, then he told me he was going to ask the questions now, and I said alright. He then started to ask questions, like how big was it, what did it smell like, how did it feel, and other things like that.
As Benjamin asked the questions, I answered to the best of my ability. As we went back and forth, my lower body started to tingle, as it was in the stomach acid. I started to get worried as my underwear began to dissolve, and this was only 20 minutes into my stay inside him. After about 30 minutes, Benjamin said we were done with questions, and I let out a sigh and asked him if he could get me out now, and he said he would try. He then reached down his throat and attempted to grab my hand, but the entrance was sealed shut. I tried pushing his hand through, but nothing would budge. I asked him what was taking so long, and he told me what was wrong. I then asked him if there was any other way he could get me out, and just as he was about to say something, he let out a burp, which sent his acid rising up higher.
After the acid went down, I asked Benjamin what he was going to say, and he said that the only thing he could do was just himself open, and that could kill him. He then said he was sorry, and told me that I was going to unfortunately digest. I knew there was a chance of this happening, so I asked him how long did he think I had, and he said maybe an hour. I then asked him if he could take me to my brother so I could say goodbye, and he said sure. He then went downstairs, where my brother Kevin was still sitting. Kevin said hello to Benjamin, and without warning, Benjamin let out another burp. This time, the acid went higher, and it burned my chest. I let out a groan of pain, and Kevin asked if I was alright, and Benjamin said I was here to say goodbye, as I was being slowly digested now,
After Benjamin told Kevin what was happening, Kevin put his head against Benjamin’s body and said goodbye to me, and I said goodbye back. Benjamin then asked me if I just wanted to go it over with, and I said I would want to spend some time with him and my brother before I go, and he said alright. Benjamin then sat down on the couch, but with the shifting of his body, the acid suddenly flowed higher, and it was up to my neck. I quickly asked Benjamin to stand up, but he suddenly let out a burp, and the acid filled his stomach to the brim. It all happened so fast that he didn’t hear me, and the only solution I could think of was the squirm. I punched and kicked with all my might, but it was no use. His stomach fat was too thick, and he barely felt anything, and within a few moments, I had passed out.
Following me passing out, and my body going limp inside Benjamin’s body, he and Kevin talked about how to move forward with their friendship, and if they should get the police involved. They eventually decided to keep what just happened to themselves. As they chatted, my body was quickly digested, and I began to add onto Benjamin’s body. As he and Kevin continued to talk, his pants continued to feel increasingly tight on him.
About 2 hours later, Benjamin stood up and apologized to Kevin, but Kevin said it was alright, and he said that things happen. Benjamin then left the house, but as he did, he let out another burp. He chuckled and patted his stomach, then thanked me for adding to his body. He then left the house and went back to his place, now almost 20 pounds heavier.
