can you show me how you vored down your brother was he fat
Of course I vored him already. He was always meant to be my food, that's why I fattened him up for 5 years.
I gotta say, digesting him was so worth it, he really added some weight to my belly and I got rock hard while hearing him squirm so I think I'll go for my dad next.
Don't you dare to complain. I didn't have to eat you, if your protein shakes weren't absolute trash. Two hours later and I'm still gassy because of them...
Ahh, you were delicious. Way better than this crap you offered to me. Try better next time. Oh wait, by the next time I go to the gym, you will be my belly fat. Nevermind, you gave me enough protein for the next week
âOkay,â Nickâs father looked at his son from the front seat of the car. âTell me the rules again so I know you know them.â
A grimace formed on the young manâs face. Every time his dads went off on a vacation and left Nick home, they always made sure he followed the rules, and he always ended up breaking them one way or another. Still, to appease his father, Nick heaved a sigh and responded like a robot: âDonât drink, donât do drugs, be polite, say excuse me, remember that Iâm a guestââ
âAndâŠ?â His father cut in, eyebrows raised in expectation.
âAnd donât eat them. But Dad, Iââ
âNuh uh, I donât wanna hear it. The Mullners were close friends to your dad and I, and so were the Colemansââ
âAnd I was going to eat the Wards myself, but you beat me to it,â Nickâs other dad piped up from the driver's seat. He looked at Nick through the rearview mirror and winked at him with his identical brown eyes.Â
A pursed smile etched into Nickâs face as he failed once again to explain that he hadnât meant to eat any of themâthey all just ended up getting digested one way or another by him. His father in the driver's seatâ-the one in which he had inherited his pred gene fromâchalked it up to him just being an unruly 19-year-old. However, his dad in the passenger seat took the issue much more seriously than his husband did. Whilst one dad had a little more empathy and humor about Nickâs predatory side, the other was endlessly patronizing about his child's eating habits. He was so used to it by this point that the teenager found himself slumped against the car door, peering out the window like a deflated balloon.
The cracks in the road and bumps in the car got more persistent as they got farther from suburbia, telling the family that they were about to arrive at Jasonâs farm house. Jason was one of Nickâs closer friends, and they were on the soccer team together back in high school. While they hadnât talked much since last summer, they were still on good terms, and this would be a nice opportunity to deepen their friendship since Nick wasnât allowed to be left at home alone with his brother anymore after his dads walked in on him slurping his brother down his enlarged cock (again, not his fault).
When the family pulled into the drive way, Nick gave a quick hug to his dads goodbye, endured more lecturing about how he needed to control his appetite, rolled his eyes as his other parent gave him a twenty to order a pizza guy (and a pizza, as âdessert,â he joked), and they hastily sped off to enjoy their trip to Aruba. The young man sighed againâhis go-to emote when dealing with his overbearing and almost over-loving parents. Their heart was in the right place, but they still treated him like a child. If all goes right, this would hopefully be a chance to prove to both of his dads that he isnât the gluttonous pred that theyâve branded him as.
Gripping his duffel bag, Nick watched as the car left, noticing just how empty the roads and surrounding fields were. If he wanted to eat Jason and his familyâwhich he didnâtâthen not a soul would know about it until his parents came to pick him up. Nick thought about that for quite some timeâlong enough that he didnât notice Jason come out of the house and approach him from behind.
âHey, welcome back, weirdo. Whatâre you standing around for?â
Nick turned around with shock in his eyes. He had gotten way too lost in that daydream. âOh! Jason! Hey man,â he leaned in for a bro-hug. âSorry, just, uh,â Nick tried to think of an excuse whilst talking over his growling stomach, âjust pissed that I donât get to go to fucking Aruba with my dads.â
âSo valid, man, but hey, the lakeâs still out back. Remember when we used to go skinny dipping with the team?â Jason smirked.
âHah! Yeah! Who was it that always complained about it being too cold?â
The two paused for a moment as if to think, but in unison, they exchanged a knowing look and said âKyle.â
âAnyways, come on in. My pops is cooking dinner, and it should be ready soon. You hungry?â
âAlways.â
Jason led his old friend into the house and motioned him up the stairs to his room. The two chatted, catching up on what theyâve been up to this summer. Jason had put on some bulk since the last time the two had hung out. Nick tried not to think about it, especially on an empty stomach, but the brown-haired hunk practically needed a bra with how much his pecs had grown. Of course, Jason noticed Nick staring.
âWhatâs up bro? Notice something new?â Jason bounced his pecs with a jocular grin, showing off his new muscles through his tanktop like a vintage car show.
âYeah, you just used to be such a scrawny guy! What happened?â Nick joked back, trying to change the topic subtly.
âWould you believe me if I said I wanted to be more like you?â Jason looked earnestâeager to please, almost. Nick was taken aback for a moment because, while he did have some lean muscle, he wasnât built nearly as bulky as Jason had gotten. Just when he was about to respond, Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, âDude, Iâm joking. I know it's been a while, but ease up, will ya?â
The predator silently cursed himself for acting like such a social dunce with his old friend. Nick himself wasnât even interestedâwasnât even that interestedâin having Jason for dinner. It was just his fathersâ words getting to his head. Shaking himself off like he did before his soccer games, Nick plunged back into his body, responding with a laugh and, âBruh, sorry. I forget your humor sometimes.â
The two continue bantering for a few minutes as Nick unrolls his sleeping bag and examines the new decorations around Jasonâs roomâa couple of which feature some bronze and silver medals from bodybuilding competitions. Nick nods in appraisal, trying to ignore the hunger growing in his stomach; however, with perfect timing, Jasonâs dad calls out from downstairs: âKids! Dinnerâs ready!â
âDad made your favorite âcause he knew youâd be coming over. You still love his meatloaf, right?â
The prospect of meatloaf spurred Nick to race downstairs without answering, ready to indulge in one of his favorite meals. Jason bounded down after him with a grin plastered onto his face, happy that his friend was finally getting more comfortable. When the pair reached the kitchen, Jasonâs father turned around with a pan of meatloaf steaming from the oven. Nick and Jasonâs stomachs growled in unison.
âThereâs my boys! Good to see you Nick! Howâve you been? Jasonâs been talking about you coming over for weeks,â he smirked at his kid, who shot him an icy glare at spilling his eagerness.
âIâm great Mr. Donovan! Thank you for having me over. I really appreciate it.â
The lines around his eyes crinkled from years of smiling. âNo need to be so formal, son. Youâre family here.â
A deep voice from behind made the two guys turn around, âAh! There he is! Nick! Good to see you again, buddy! Hope these guys here havenât caused you too much trouble,â A twinkling eye winked at him.
The other Mr. Donovan hugged his kids with charming enthusiasm. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back, and his wife-lover had a noxious odor that Jason gagged at instantly.
âEw, Dad! Shower after you workout. Thatâs gross.â
Upon closer inspection, Nick observed the veins in his arms were bulging, and his pecs looked pumped and juicy. It seems like Jason wasnât the only Donovan that bulked up since he had seen them last. A hunger pang resonated, silencing all the noise in the room save for the sizzling vegetables on the skillet. Nick blushed furiously and looked down. The family around him laughed, patting nick on the shoulder and gracing his head with a noogie.
âCome on boys, letâs eat!â
The family plus Nick all sat around at the dinner table, grinning at each other as an easy blanket of humor and familiarity crowded the family dining room. As the time passed, each man became more and more comfortable with Nick being there, welcoming him as if he were truly part of the family. They got so comfortable with each other, that when Nick realized he had eaten the entire meatloaf by himself, the family just laughedâJason even reached over to pat his bloated six-pack.
âGod, kid. Even all these years later, you still can pack it away better than anyone Iâve ever seen.â
âYou shouldâve seen him at the afterparties at our tournaments, dad,â Jason exclaimed with stars in his eyes, âNick was able to eat anything and everything we gave him! This is nothing!â
The guy looked pretty sheepish and looked down, not accustomed to being praised over openly for his appetite. In complete transparency, Nick was only stuffing himself so much that he wouldnât be tempted to eat the lovely family of three sitting around him. And so far, because of their extraordinary kindness and his several helpings of food, it seemed like it was going to work.Â
After a long while of jovial conversation and reminiscence of old high-school days, dinner started to wind down. Everyone had stuffed themselves until they were bloated beyond belief, but Nick was still far and away the champion of eating the most. When the group had finished eating, the loving husbands retreated to the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch tv, leaving Nick and Jason to do the dishes. Nick liked that about Jasonâs familyâeveryone pulled their weight equally and no one was treated like an unruly child. Before the night was even halfway over, the young predator promised that he would spend more time with Jason and his family.Â
As the pair washed the dishes with easy conversation flowing between them like water, Jason again brought up the topic of Nickâs stomach, something he seemed to be progressively more interested in as the friends became refamiliarized with each other.Â
âSo like, what would you do with an extra stomach?â Jason pondered, glancing down at his buddyâs swollen gut from all the meatloaf heâd inhaled.Â
This had already come after Nick had ducked and weaved through several other questions about his appetite, so he felt pressured to at least say something to keep the conversation alive. âIâd probably use it to eat more? What about you?â
âIâd probably post pictures of myself online after eating. You know people pay money to do that kind of thing? And they even meet up in person to feed each other. I could make a shit ton of money doing that.â
Nick swallowed his response, knowing that he had in fact done that before, except his payment was usually gulping the older man who fed him whole as a dessert.Â
As the two finished lining the plates and dishes on the drying rack, the buddies bounded up the stairs to hang out some more. Nick changed into his pajamasâjust an old pair of avengers sweatpants that he always thought made his butt look too big. An unforeseen problem, however, arose when his bulging stomach rose out from his torso like a blimp. He had no t-shirt to hide it, and it wasnât like he was ashamedâyou could still see his abs through his bloated tummy. Jasonâs taunts were the only thing he was worried about. Assuming heâd just have to grin and bear it, Nick walked back into Jason's room, belly round and offset by his defined v-line, which made the young body-builder drool.Â
âDamn bro, how far along are you? Whoâs the father? Do your parents know?â Jason poked fun at his friend, who, for what seemed like the millionth time that night, blushed in embarrassment.Â
However, to get back at his buddy for all of the school-ground torment he was subjecting him to, Nick approached Jason quickly where he sat on the bed, clapped him on the shoulders and let out a deafening,
Spittle coated Jasonâs shocked face like a sudden monsoon. Nick laughed at the sight and sat next to him, feeling his taut gut rest in his lap. After several seconds passed with Jason not saying anything, Nick looked over to see his buddy shifting his legs on the bed, making several suspicious movements as he pretended to wipe the stench and saliva off of his face. Nick couldâve sworn his prominent bulge had grown considerably, though he couldnât look without making it obvious.Â
âYou okay?â Nick asked, wondering if he should feel guilty.Â
Jason pursed his lips, sitting up and sitting back down briefly before twisting his hips around slightly. It was obvious he was hiding a boner. âYeah buddy, Iâm great!â
Nick didnât press the issue, opting to instead chill out with his buddy he hadnât seen for years. The two chatted about guys (sadly, there hadnât been much action for either of them), their old soccer memories, what they wanted to do in the future, the usual things. At one lull in the conversation, Jason reached over to show Nick his bodybuilding competitive photos, but he reached over in such a way that his hand rested on his hot, gurgling stomach for an uncomfortably long time. Jasonâs hand felt nice on his stomach, but Nick wanted to avoid anything that could lead to him proving his dadsâ suspicions about him. He tried shifting away, but Jasonâs hand stuck to the surface of his very noisy belly like glue.
âUhâBroââ Nick said, catching a belch in his throat because Jason was so close to him again.Â
âYeah man? Sorry, hold on, lemmeââ Jason moved his legs over, finally moving his hand from his friendâs gut; however, he now found himself straddling Nickâs belly with his thighs as he reached for some apparently very real trophy from a past competition. It was a little hard to focus with Jasonâs chubbed package directly in Nickâs face, but he stayed quiet. Jason squeezed Nickâs belly with his thighs softly, chuckling, âHoly shit, bro. This thingâs gurgling up a storm.â
Nick froze, realizing finally what was happening. He thought heâd be ready for it this time, as heâd had to go through this many times before. This was the issue that made his dads convinced he was a ruthless predatorâeveryone around him wanted to be his meal. His little brother, his old soccer team, all of the close family friendsâsomething about Nickâs disposition and charm made them all want to feed themselves to the insatiable 19-year-old. He didnât realize it at first because Jason hid it so well, but this fixation on his stomach and various comments heâs made throughout the night made Nick conclude that Jason was just like the rest. Just as Nick was about to push his prey-friend off of him, he was snapped back onto the bed, hands pinned by the wrists above his head. Before the cornered predator could speak, Jason dipped his thumb into Nickâs mouth. Fuck, Nick thoughts, his heart racing, he tastes so good. His stomach groaned an audible whine, and Jason grinded his now fully erect bulge against Nickâs tummy.Â
âYou know how long Iâve been wanting to do this?â Jason rumbled in a quiet, intense voice. Nick struggled against his grasp, but the years his friend had spent body-building was more than enough to overpower the not-nearly-as-bulky jock.Â
Nick wanted to answer, but he found his tongue involuntarily wrapped around Jasonâs digit, soaking it in saliva and trying to coax it down his throat. His friend tasted like sweet, warm bread. The taste was comforting and reminded Nick of childhood. His stomach called out, telling Jason everything he needed to know. He didnât want toâhe couldnâtâfight his natural predator urges with brute force, especially when he had a meal that was literally forcing himself into him; fortunately, Jason yanked his thumb out of Nickâs mouth with only a modicum of struggle, letting relief wash over his friend with temptation removed.Â
âRemember last year? During our final soccer tournament? I saw what you did to Kyle in the locker rooms when you thought no one was looking. It was brutal, watching you pin him down and slowly work your lips around his struggling body. I saw the way your throat bulged, then your stomach ballooning out to fit our friend in there. Did he taste good? I saw the way you moaned over him and belched up his jersey, Nick. God, what must have that felt like for him? As he slowly digested in your belly, all you did was rub over his quivering form and burp and jack off. Was he scared? Did it feel good? Did you feel guilty at all for trapping him in your gut?â
Jasonâs monologue was cut off by a loud noise that emanated from the belly under him. The muscular hunk grinded his hips against it, earning himself another burp. Nick was a little afraid; he was used to obsession over his stomach, but this was starting to get worryingly fanatic. Without skipping a beat, Jason pressed his erection harder into Nickâs bloated tummy. He continued, âEver since then, this is all I could think about. You look like you need something big to fill you up. Please, Nick, eat me.â
Nick was in a stunned silence. His mouth hung agape, unable to form words in the midst of Jasonâs insanity. What he was doing felt good, but he didnât want to admit that. Trying to get the wherewithal to form coherent words, Nick took a deep inhale. Jason construed this as an invitation, so he plunged his head into his best friendâs gaping maw. Nick almost choked him up instantly. The noise of Nick engulfing his buddyâs head was wet, slow, and deep. Since Jason was so much stronger than the young jock, Nick was unable to push him off. He resisted the insatiable urge to swallow for a few moments, but that was all for naught as Jason pushed himself deeper into Nickâs throat, bulging it out. The predator made a muffled moaning sound as his lips slid over his friend, jaw popped open for more of Jason to force himself in.
Instinctually, Nickâs hands found Jasonâs ass, giving it a squeeze without realizing it. Jason wriggled his hips, trying to force himself deeper into his friendâs belly. With a start, Nick comprehended Jason had let go of his wrists, no longer pinning him down, and the first thing he chose to do was squeeze his friendâs butt before helping him out. An extraordinarily weird feeling overwhelmed Nick and he froze for a minute. Jason, in the meanwhile, had managed to shove both of his arms down his friendâs gullet and pull himself deeper into the jockâs now ballooning stomach which boasted to be the same size as a beach ball.
Inside the manâs digestive system, Jason had his head squeezed through Nickâs needy stomach valve. It massaged and tenderized his flesh as he was pushed through. Even if Nickâs mind didnât want this to happen, his body did. The wet, stomach noises echoed around him as Nickâs heartbeat echoed inside the belly. Jason managed to get his hands around Nickâs stomach ring and widen it, pushing up and getting a huge amount of his body into his friendâs immense gut.Â
On the outside, the predatorâs eyes widened as Jason quickly disappeared down his outstretched maw without so much as a swallow. The euphoric feeling of a growing belly distracted him momentarily, letting his peristalsis kick in, slobbering over and gulping down Jasonâs plump ass quickly. The ridges of his friendâs muscles were easy to feel out in his throat, and though Nick wouldâve said he hated this, his immense cock was leaking with buckets of pre. Whilst he was always happy for willing meals from anyone, Jason was a rare case of a bigger guy wanting to be prey. As the contraction of his throat beckoned more of the beefy man into his belly, Nick started rubbing over his massive meal, moaning with a mouth full of it. Jason was squirming around in there like crazy, causing the smaller man to twitch and spasm in sheer pleasure. Unable to hold himself back anymore from the floodgates of heaven, Nick willingly gulped, nibbling over Jasonâs tree-trunk thighs, feeling them both get funneled down his gullet easily. The bulge in his throat and chest looked beautiful, Nick thought.
Upon feeling his buddy gulp him, Jason tried finding a comfortable position in Nickâs stomach, but he found it to be rather difficult. Nickâs belly massaged him on all sides, feeling upsettingly cramped for how much bigger Jason knew it could stretch. The smell was horrible, too. He thought the stench of chewed up meatloaf wouldâve been relatively inoffensive, but an acrid odor scraped his nostrils from any pleasure in the sweltering belly. That was another thing Jason feltâthe heat. As soon as Nick gulped the rest of him down (thankfully, Nick had now transitioned into fully wanting his beefy friend filling up his gut), Jason stripped from his clothesâa task of great difficulty because of the constriction of movements. The walls were wet like a soggy blanket, and the sound of Nick's heartbeat was almost deafening. The gurgles his belly echoed around him sounded much more sinister, Jason thought. Pushing against his broâs gut, a slow realization befell the body-building 20-year-old. He didnât want to be in here.Â
Admiring his new and engorged gut, Nick gulped down a bunch of air to make the behemoth belly appear even larger. Feeling his muscular friend squirm around as a willing prey made the teen feel drunk on pleasure, and he bucked his hips in sexual want. âAhhâUUURRRPP,â the pred let out a small burp whilst feeling his sensitive belly, âyou feel so good in there, Jace. My bellyâs reallyâRRRRPPPPPPâappreciative.â Lying back on the bed that belonged to his now-digesting friend, Nick heard a muffled voice coming from his stomach.Â
Shouting with all his might over the gurgling churns, Jason screamed at his friend: âI changed my mind! Let me out!â
Nick heard his buddy, but he feigned ignorance. With how good he felt, Jason wasnât going to come back out. A couple soft pats was all Nick did to answer his friend-turned food. His blistering and uncaring stomach walls pressed down on Jason cruelly, making several cacophonous squelches. His stomach jostled languidly, as Jason was truly unable to find much liberation in the groaning tank.Â
Touseling his brown hair, Nick hefted himself up from the bed, hearing his buddy whine as he got bullied and tumbled inside his bodyâs belch-maker. Waddling over to a large mirror Jason most likely used to practice his posing, Nick hit a front-double bicep, looking at his respectable physique admirably. Jason was going to help him build more muscle than he had in years. The roundness offset by his gut was a glorious and unlikely harmony between hunger and discipline. Nick clutched his stomach and bounced it up and down, shaking Jason up in there in a taunt.Â
The preyâs wife-lover and boxers flew out of his mouth and hit the wall with a splat. They slowly inched down the wall, peeling off eventually and landing in the corner of the room sadly. A chuckle erupted from the pred, realizing that yet again, he was going to prove his dads right; however, he was way too satisfied to care. Smacking his lips and reliving the flavor of Jason that played on his tongue, the young jock realized how thirsty he had gotten. Since swallowing Jason was the prey equivalent of two-dozen dry scoops of protein powder, the predator found himself immensely parched. Looking down, Nick knew that he wouldnât be able to hide his gut from Jasonâs dads. Still, his belly gets what his belly wants.Â
Each creeping step down the stairs felt like a gunshot going off. With the extra weight of Jason (and his constant cries for help and for Nick to let him out), the journey to the kitchen was loud and excruciatingly slow. In order to reach the fridge, stocked with milk and water and soda, Nick had to pass through the living room, where he could make out both of Jasonâs dads cuddled up together on the couch. They seemed to be asleep, but he still wanted to be as silent as he could so as to not confront them with their son-filled belly. Picking up the heft of his stomach, Nick moved forward, inch by inch.
Three times did the pred swallow back down a meaty belch, giving him a deeply uncomfortable feeling in his gut. This, coupled with the constant squirming Jason was doing was definitely going to give him a belly-ache. Still, the greedy gullet of Nick had to be satiated. Eventually, his feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen and neither of Jasonâs parents had gotten up, though one of them stirred slightly.
Waddling over to the fridge, the teen opened it slowly and pulled out a gallon of milk. Throwing the blue cap the wayside, Nick began to chug with one hand on his belly, feeling Jason moan in agony at the torment. Inside his belly, the cold, white liquid splashed over the muscular hunk, making him shiver in the face of the volcanic belly chamber. The entire gallon was emptied in mere moments, sitting heavy in his gut. A small burp flew out into Nickâs fist, though it didnât relieve the building pressure in his chest. Reaching for a half-gallon of orange juice, Nick froze as he felt a warm pair of hands grasp his hips tightly.
âI didnât think our boy would actually go through with it,â Mr. Donovan said in his sultry, baritone voice. âHeâs been talking about it for years, but to see him curled up in your tank, Nick, well. It makes a daddy proud.â
He thought he had been silentâor quiet at leastâwhen crossing the living room. It seemed like one of Jasonâs dads was a light sleeper. Something is his belly shifted as Nick turned his head slowly. Jasonâs pops, still in his sweaty tank top from his earlier workout, was rubbing slow circles around Nickâs ass. Regardless of Nickâs wants, it seemed like Mr. Donovan was going to have his way with Nick.Â
The fathers lengthening shaft peeked through his waistband, seeking attention from Nickâs hole. With a smile, Mr. Donovan pulled Nickâs pants down, revealing his pale, bubbly ass. His tight cheeks were muscular, and his tight, pink hole yawned with anxiety. Something gurgled in the predâs belly and Mr. Donovan pushed his hips forward with his fully erect cock. Nick was excellent at taking things up his ass, but his friend's dad was massive.Â
âMr. Donovan, Iââ
âShhh, Nick. We donât wanna wake up my husband, do we?â A hand clasped itself over Nickâs mouth, sealing in his belches and words oppressively. His barrel chest rose and fell slowly as he let his sonâs friend get adjusted to his girth. Pushing in several more inches without lube, Nick tried to protest, but Mr. Donovan was bigger than Jason, and he couldnât fight off that guy, so there was no hope here that Nick could dismount himself from the girthy shaft.Â
Nick tried to reach for something to hold on to as the dick continued splitting him apart. He was at the complete mercy of his preyâs father. Just as he was about to try and bite Mr. Donovanâs fingers to get off of him, the young predator melted into a moan. In his right pink hole, Mr. Donovan had discovered Nickâs prostate.Â
âThere you go, sweetheart. Just focus on the pleasure of my son and my cock in here.â Despite his attempt at perhaps comforting words, Nick still couldnât leave the situation if he wanted to. Sweat started to form at his brow as Mr. Donovan bottomed out. If he had his abs like normal, he definitely wouldâve seen the bulge of Mr. Donovanâs tip in his stomach.Â
âFuck, Nick,â the bigger man moaned, âyouâre so tight around me.â Mr. Donovanâs cock was wrapped around hermetically, and the farmer felt his shaft throb at the tight enclosure. Nick wiggled his hips, inadvertently adding a low groan of pleasure to the chorus of stomach gurgling. After several long, excruciating moments, Mr. Donovan pulled out, making the predator, ironically, feel very empty. When the father plunged himself back in, Nick shuddered at the feeling and conflicted tears welled up in his eyes.Â
Mr. Donovan, with the hand that wasnât restraining Nickâs mouth, reached forwards and rubbed his son-squirming belly. The flesh was hot with all of the movement. It was taut and bulging every so often with all of Jasonâs movement. Mr. Donovan was a very proud father, and he let his pride be known by gyrating his hips, forcing his horse cock in and out of Nickâs hole with a pace akin to an eager stallion. Every time Jasonâs father thrust inward, Nick was shifted forward slightly, and he was pulled back every time Mr. Donovan pulled out. Heâd never have expected Jasonâs dad to do something like this, and though he hated to admit it, Mr. Donovan was insanely hot.Â
As the pace slowly grew to a light jog, Nick felt his diaphragm relax for a moan as his prostate was massaged, but he slipped up a little too far, belching right into Mr. Donovanâs clamped hand. Upon hearing and feeling the burp, the dad exponentially increased his pace, slamming himself deep into Nick then pulling out his foot-long cock at an inhuman speed. âFuck, buddy. Youâre digesting my son? Youâre making daddy proud in there, Jace, Iâll meet you soon, buddy,â he said with a pat to the gut.Â
Jason had mentioned a âweâ earlier. He didnât think this would be how it would work out, but Mr. Donovan gave it away quite willingly. Both Jason and his dad intended to be Nickâs willing meals.Â
Though slight, Mr. Donovanâs cock grew larger, swelling up in anticipation for a hit load to spread around Nickâs insides. Nick pushed his ass back against Jasonâs dad as his thrusts grew more frenetic and primal. Eventually, heavy breathing turned to moans, which shifted to obscenities. With a heavy grunt, Mr. Donovan unleashed a torrent of cum inside his sonâs buddy, painting his bottom in his thick, white, seed. Nick felt the cum warm him as the cock drew out from his now loosened hole. Still reeling from pleasure, Nick felt almost overstimulated from lust as Mr. D kneeled down in front of Nickâs ass and began eating him out, lapping up at the cum spilling out of his hole. Lost in wanting more, Nick reached around and pushed Mr. Donovanâs head closer to his ass.Â
A small pop was heard and a jolt of pleasure coursed through Nickâs body like a lightning bolt. Without looking, he knew that he had accidentally pushed Jasonâs dad up his ass. His tight sphincter muscles twitched, pulling the huge man deeper up his bowels instinctually. Though Mr. Donovanâs hand was no longer shutting his mouth, Nick replaced it with his own hand to stifle his cries of euphoria.Â
Fuck, Nick repeated in his head, feeling the older man travel up his intestines slowly as he clenched and relaxed cyclically, pulling more and more of Jasonâs daddy between his bubbly cheeks. The older man seemed to enjoy the feeling, just like Jason had. He could feel what he believed was Mr. Donovan licking his cum-coated insides as Nick wrenched him deeper and deeper into his bowels. Panting heavily yet still desperately clenching his ass to bring more of the dad up his hungry bottom, Nick clutched his Jason-filled belly, thanking his struggling friend for being so good to him.Â
Mr. Donovan was in total darkness. He could feel and taste his own cum as it lubricated his travel into his sonâs friend's bubble butt, and he could hear Jason shouting and the stomach gurgling, and the scent was a somewhat unpleasant musk that smelled like Nick without showering for months. The dad was in heaven. He wriggled forward, trying to get deeper into the predatorâs rectum. The walls possessively clung to Mr. Donovan as Nick tried to slurp up his meal at his own pace. However, Mr. Donovan was a strong man, strong enough to barrel past Nickâs walls that tried slowing him down.Â
Nick practically screamed a moan as Mr. Donovan fed himself faster than any prey heâs ever taken up his ass before. Feeling the manâs legs slowly begin to get slurped up, a new mass of human began pouring into Nickâs belly, this time from the other end. He could hear muffled shouts and felt a massive amount of squirms from Jason as his father joined him eagerly in his stomach chamber. All this movement was really riling up the teen predator, and he had a terrible gut feeling that this father-son duo was going to give him indigestion. The laborious process of clench and relax continued as Nick allowed his body to swallow Mr. Donovan up his rear end. It was almost like magicâwatching the thick, beefy legs disappear and shrink slowly up as Nickâs belly grew even larger and more round. The jock had to back away from the fridge because his stomach began pushing against the doors too heavily and he worried they would snap. Several deep grimaces etched into the anal-predatorâs face as he tried everything he could to finish off Mr. Donovan, but the dilf seemed to like going at his own pace. A needy hand rubbed the growing belly as Jason and his pops began reuniting fully. Jason still was struggling and trying to get out, but his dad knew full well the consequences of his and his boys actions, so he tried to restrain his son to help Nick along.Â
Inch by inch, Mr. Donovan slowly disappeared behind Nickâs muscular and bubbly cheeks, with his feet now being the only thing exposed to cold, open air. With a grunt, Nick clenched hard, feeling them slide up his ass, fully trapping Mr. Donovan in his glutes as he paraded up his intestines into his stomach, now much larger with two people squirming away inside. The predator stood still for a while, still bent over in the position he had strained to suck up Mr. Donovan in. He rubbed his hands gently over his sore and abused ass, still leaking partially with cum.Â
âFuck, Mr Donovan,â Nick panted, still clenching his ass with a mixture of habit and reflex now. âJustâŠfuck.â
His eyes scanned his jostling gut, trying to decipher what was going on in there. The two guys were moving around with purpose, gurgling up a storm in his belly. Nick clenched his jaw and felt for a moment as if he was going to pass out. Looking back at the fridge and kitchen walls, he realized that he had inadvertently sprayed a thick load all over the kitchen, coating almost everything in a layer of musky cum. The pred chuckled as he looked at the dishes on the drying rack that Jason and he had just cleaned moments earlier. A viscous, heavy load dripped down them with a relaxed gait. Looking around, the predator's cock twitched. Nick reached around his gut and only barely reached it, tugging on it several times. His ass and stomach were nice and full, but his cock was unfortunately empty, freshly depleted of a heavy load. Feeling his erection twitch hard and begin growing, Nick knew the perfect remedy to fulfill his last need.Â
By the time Nick had waltzed into the living room, his shaft had already grown to at least six feet long, oozing cum like a poisonous fountain. The other Mr. Donovanâs sleeping figure was snoring peacefully, illuminated gently in the blue-light of the tv glow. Nick braced his belly and angled himself closer, blocking out any light onto his prey. He bit his lip for a moment in hesitation; somehow, this always ended up happening: Nick gets a taste and goes overboard. Still, though, his cock needed to be fed.Â
Without much ceremony, the teenâs immense mushroom head found Mr. Donovanâs head and slurped it up eagerly. Nick moaned and faltered into his gurgling gut, filled with the rest of the Donovan family tree. Thick, transparent globs of precum cascaded down the sleeping manâs torso as it lubricated his body for getting devoured. Though the pred had done this dozens of times, the pleasure never got old. Flexing his cock, it slurped up the manâs shoulders and chest, waking him up in a panic. Mr. Donovan couldnât breathe easily, and the darkness around him was disturbing. Unable to make sense of what was going around him, he squirmed upward, inadvertently feeding himself to the enormous penis slurping him down greedily.Â
The teen let out a high pitched squeak as he watched his friendâs (at this point, Nick considered Jason to have been promoted to âbest friendâ) dad squirm up his shaft without even having to do anything. Nick bucked his hips and resisted the temptation to ejaculate, which would have the unwanted side-effect of letting his prey escape. The bulge in his dick squirmed closer and closer to his balls, pushing on his tract and stimulating what felt like every pleasurable nerve in the predâs body. After several over-stimulating minutes, the other Mr. Donovan had found himself covered in a thick, white substance, coating him oppressively. The smell and taste were recognized by him, but he couldnât figure out what was happening. Nickâs balls tightened around its prey, slowly basting the man in his baby-batter until it would erode him down into more of its own. The soccer player's erect shaft was still twitching at an enormous, inhuman length, and Nick tried touching it softly to ease the pressure he felt everywhere in his body.Â
Trying to regain composure, the young jock took tepid, careful steps to turn around and position himself on the couch, belly spread out in front of him and balls massaging his prey as they drooped to the floor. Nick fanned his legs, feeling all three prey inside of him squirm and put up their various battles against his body. Realizing he no longer had to play a game of stealth, Nick released the pressure that had been begging him to leave since Jason.Â
Mr. Donovanâs wife-lover flew out of the predâs throat and stuck to the opposite wall, plastered among the various family photos the Donovanâs had built up over the years. Nick patted his gut with pride, very pleased that he had gotten all three of his meals, somewhat willinglyâheâd like to think that Mr. Donovan was pushing himself up his shaft.Â
The bloated pred sighed and continued erupting enormous belches, peppered in with emissions of precum and rancid farts here and there. He realized he had broken one of his fathersâ three rules, but again, thereâs a difference between eating and being fed. Nick rationalized it in his head like he did the surprising majority of his other preyâthey wanted this. As the moon rose higher and Nick grew more tired, he spread himself out on the large couch belly up, letting his enormous balls and dick rest over his legs. In utter bliss, the jock was lulled to sleep by the sounds of digestion.Â
Afternoon sun filled the living room as his phoneâs buzzer was prompting him to get up. His hands instinctively found his phone, and he opened FaceTime without thinking.Â
âHey Nicky, we just landed and checked into the hotel room, so we wanted to tell you we loved you and hope youâre settling in just fine!â
âHey dadâUURRKâoh, sorry. Yeah Iâm doing great,â Nick had to swallow back down a skull that wanted to come back up.Â
âHowâs Jason and his dads? They still like how you remember âem?â
Nick patted his belly off camera and smiled with fake child-like innocence, âEven betterâŠ!âŠbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppp.â
Before Nick could hold himself back, he belched up two skulls right in front of his fathers. They came out slow and exaggerated, their acid-bleached white revealing his disobedience and greed instantaneously. The son grimaced like a guilty cat, knowing he was about to get chewed out by his parents.Â
âNick?â
âYeah, dad?â
âDid anything exciting happen last night?â His tone was dull, yet it pierced the pred like a knife.Â
âYeah, dad.â
âCare to show us?â
Nick guiltily flipped the camera around to both of the slightly oxidized skulls covered in digestive juices. They lay side by side on the carpet, gleaming with a saliva-sheen. After a moment of silence, his morning wood added insult to injury. His throbbing cock, trying to lubricate itself with pre, forced up a huge glob of cum right next to the skulls, and with it, a half-melted skull covered in cum was added to the collection. He heard his predator father whistle through the screens as his sins were laid bare. Nick felt guilty and patted his extraordinarily bloated stomach.Â
âIt hasnât even been 24 hours, Nicholas, and youâve already eaten all of themââ
âThey wanted it! Jason and his dad fed themselves to me! Honestlyâ!â
âYouâre an exceptional pred, son, but sometimes itâs better to keep your greed in checkââ
âDonât encourage him!â
The conversation blew up into all three arguing with each other, none of them seeing fully eye to eye with another. Rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, Nick yelled over his dads a hasty âgoodbye!â and hung up, hoping theyâd leave him alone. The teen, officially, had the house all to himself. Armed with a $20 for a pizza guy and the figurative bandage ripped off from enduring his fathersâ scoldings, Nick intended to use every single day of this vacation to feed himself to the max.Â
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