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Theseus & the Minotaur's Belly: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/673267882783850496/theseus-the-minotaurs-belly?source=share
The Roman Belly
The Roman Belly
I waited nervously, sweating in the hot Roman sun, for my master to return. I was very grateful to have such a kind - and h
Leandros the Demigod of Belly stories
The God of Belly's Son: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/673094353718247424/the-god-of-bellys-son
The God of Belly's Sacrifice: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/673092189686022144/the-god-of-bellys-sacrifice?source=share
A Bellyfull of a Prince: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/673204696214863872/a-bellyfull-of-a-prince?source=share
The Gladiator's Belly: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/674809098483728384/the-gladiators-belly?source=share
The Satyr's Belly Chapter One: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/675116279547445248/the-satyrs-belly?source=share
The Satyr's Belly Chapter Two: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/678615250574196736/the-satyrs-belly-part-two?source=share
The Hero's Belly: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/686150276977164288/the-heros-belly-chapter-one?source=share
Fantasy Stories
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The Viking's Belly: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/676249956577886208/the-vikings-belly?source=share
The Dragonborn's Belly: https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/693117587017613312/the-dragonborns-belly?source=share
Aladdin & the Djinn's Belly https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/713053770384359424/aladdin-the-djinns-belly?source=share
Aladdin & the Djinn's Belly Chapter Two https://www.tumblr.com/xavierknightsbridge/715606875995078656/aladdin-and-the-djinns-belly-chapter-two?source=share
Brendan heard his belly slosh as he walked into his bedroom— plopping down on his bed after a hard day’s work of grinding up another man. He took his shirt off, playing with his gut as it bubbled with whatever was left from his lunch. He sent his night streaks to all of his friends on Snapchat— showing off his pudgy pot belly sagging from his midsection. He shared the photo, and got undressed for his nightly bath…
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Brendan unplugged the drain, and let the water flow down as he stepped out of the bath and dried himself. His cock throbbing as he thought about earlier. How filling that guy was, and how big he made his gut; walking around with a full, struggling belly. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked up to the mirror, gut in hand. He felt a gurgle from his lower belly— oddly satisfying~ he took another snap and sent it to his “special followers:” ‘Gn snap ♥️♨️’ he typed in a caption, positioning it in the right side, along with a skull emoji next to his midsection. He pressed send and closed the app, yawning as he slapped his bloated belly. He took the towel off and got into bed, knowing tomorrow will be another fun, and fulFILLING day…
Jake stood shirtless in the middle of their apartment, the cool air brushing against his bare skin as he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands slowly roamed over the massive, heavy swell of his gut — round, taut, and bulging obscenely outward. The once-flat stomach was now a thick, hanging dome of stretched flesh, sagging heavily over the waistband of his black sweatpants. Beneath the soft layer of pudge, he could feel every faint shift and squirm of his former roommate trapped deep inside.
“Fuuuuck, Ethan…” Jake groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. Both palms pressed firmly into the warm, gurgling mass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he kneaded it possessively. A loud, wet glorp echoed from within, followed by a desperate push from inside that made the surface of his belly visibly bulge outward for a moment before it was squeezed back down by powerful stomach muscles.
It had been hours since their last fight escalated. Ethan had been bitching nonstop about rent, about Jake’s messy habits, about how he was “sick of carrying his lazy ass.” Jake finally had enough. In one swift motion he’d grabbed his roommate, pinned him to the couch, and shoved his head straight into his drooling maw. The swallow was brutal and hungry — wet, messy gulps stretching his throat wide as Ethan kicked and thrashed wildly. Jake’s tongue savored the salty taste of his roommate’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then those toned abs… all the way down until Ethan’s hips slid past his lips. One final, powerful gulp sent the bulge traveling down his chest and settling heavily into his stomach with a satisfying slosh.
Now Ethan was nothing but meat. A thick, squirming gut-filler.
Jake’s cock was rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his sweatpants, the red waistband of his underwear peeking out as his heavy belly rested on top of it. He bit his lip and gave his swollen middle a slow, sensual rub, feeling every contour of Ethan’s curled-up body pressing against his stomach walls.
“You’re so fucking heavy, bro,” Jake murmured, voice husky. “I can feel you… all curled up tight in my gut, getting churned up. That desperate little squirming is making me so goddamn horny.” He reached down with one hand and lazily stroked the thick outline of his erection through the fabric, while the other continued massaging his massive belly. “Every time you push out like that, it squeezes right against my prostate. Shit… keep struggling. I want to feel you melt.”
He slapped the side of his gut firmly, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. The cross necklace dangling between his pecs bounced with the motion. Jake let out a low, satisfied moan as another wave of gurgles rippled through his stomach, the acids already working overtime on his roommate.
“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan. Now you’re just a thick load of roommate slop turning into my gut fat.” Jake smirked at his reflection, turning slightly to admire how low and heavy his belly hung, the navel stretched wide. “By morning this is all gonna soften up… gonna have a nice, jiggly beer belly hanging over my waistband. Maybe I’ll wear your clothes while I digest the rest of you. Let everyone think you just moved out.”
He pressed both hands deep into the sides of his stuffed gut and squeezed, feeling Ethan compress tighter inside. His cock throbbed hard, leaking precum into his underwear as the pleasurable pressure made his knees weak.
“Mmm… get comfortable in there, roomie. My stomach’s not letting you out until you’re nothing but nutrients and a fat fucking load in my balls.” Jake gave his belly one last loving, possessive pat, then slowly rubbed circles over the warm, churning dome.
“Sweet dreams, Ethan. You belong to me now.”
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A day later, Jake was sprawled on the couch, his now softer, rounder gut resting heavily in his lap as he lazily stroked it. The gurgling had mostly settled into deep, wet churning. He smirked and gave the sagging paunch a firm pat.
“Time to take a nice long shit and dump what’s left of you, roomie. Gonna push you out as a fat log of former Ethan… maybe leave you in the toilet for a while so I can admire what a good meal you made.”
The Dragonborn was a handsome young Nord named Baldur with shoulder-length fair hair, a lantern jaw and eyes as blue as the ocean. He bore a hero’s physique: large round pectoral muscles, a firm, flat muscled belly and biceps as round and full as two melons and thighs as thick and veined as a tree trunk. His beauty was the envy of hundreds, as well as the lust, but he was pure as the driven snow, in all aspects the perfect hero.
As he sought to battle the great dragon Alduin, the Dragonborn needed allies: companions, followers and factions to bolster his cause and make victory achievable. For a warrior of his physique, the Companions of Whiterun seemed the obvious choice: a brotherhood of strong fighters from an ancient lineage and tradition. The Dragonborn did not struggle to pass their tests, besting many foes and competing trials of strength, brawn and bravery - and he found the furs and leathers favored by the Companions freeing and showed off his magnificent body.
Unbeknownst to the Dragonborn however, the inner Circle of the Companions had a secret, one he discovered when he was initiated into the Companions fully - and would change both him, his appetites and his belly forever.
Baldur was stripped to his waist, wearing only a fur skirt around his thick, veined thighs. He was very conscious of how visible the outline of his manhood was, how the cold hardened his full round nipples. He was flushed with wine, and his bare belly - ribbed with muscle - growled as he was led into the ceremonial inner chamber. He had been instructed not to eat for the days leading up to his initiation and he was feeling the effects in his poor stomach.
The room was filled with the leaders of the Companions, similarly attired. Kodlak, Skjor - potent, one with long hair running over his muscled bare chest, the other bald and ripped with muscle, though both sporting incongruous pot-bellies. Aela, the only woman, naked too, and Baldur blushed and looked away from her - into the equally attractive voluptuous forms of the twins Farkas and Vilkas, both cocky, well-built young men with chesnut hair and full round pecs, and now two twin pot bellies with big deep belly buttons in the middle of their sot fleshy guts. Farkas winked, Vilkas rubbed his gut as Baldur approached.
There was one member Baldur didn’t realise: a handsome honey-eyed young man, completely naked but for an amulet that depicted a plump rabbit, and a large ring adorning his cock. He swayed on the spot, full chest sweating and adorned with a surprisingly big round belly, audibly gurgling and sloshing. Beneath the belly - Baldur blushed even further. The lad was heroically endowed. There were runes written on his belly, but Baldur was not so advanced in the speech to understand them.
“Who is this?” Baldur asked, as the lad, who was obviously drugged or drunk, swayed on the spot. Farkas clapped the lad on the belly which bounced and wobbled enticingly. “Don’t worry about him. You’ll find out what he’s for later,” and the cheeky young man then gave Baldur’s bare flat stomach a playful rub. Baldur flushed, aware his arousal was very visible in the loose cloth around his loins.
Vilkas, pecs heaving as he jogged around the table, picked up a huge heavy chalice and handed it to Baldur. He rubbed his own notable potbelly that he sported above a visible erection, indicating Baldur should drink.
“I’m sure he got that, brother,” Farkas said. “Unless you’d like to be fed?”
“He’s going to be doing the feeding…” Vilkas said, but was hushed by a fist in the beefy bicep by his twin.
The Dragonborn was surprised by the chalice - filled with a potent mix of blood and what must be seed. He wondered idly if the Companions had filled it themselves. He flushed as he imagined the handsome, cheeky, well built twins Farkas and Vilkas spilling themselves into the bronze cup. Such lustful thoughts were unbecoming of a hero with the fate of the world resting upon his broad, muscular shoulders..
He drank deeply, imbibing the thick, rich fluid - his belly already groaning as it entered the pit of his stomach. He felt immediately drunk, the heady liquid barely filling an empty belly. He swayed on the spot: by the Nine what had they put in this? He staggered, clutched the stone round table, saw the ring of grinning faces around him: Farkas and Vilkas practically licking their lips, Skjor placing his hands on the naked lad’s shoulders and pushing him forward.
Baldur’s stomach let out a deeply embarrassing groan. The handsome pure hero sought to apologise, but he found what emerged from his throat was practically a growl. He felt heavy, hot, itchy: he had growing pains all over. He knocked the chalice away with - with a claw? He looked down, his normally smooth pectorals covered in growing hair. No, he shook his head, tried to focus. Fur. His belly let out another groan, insistent, urgent. And there, before him, belly sloshing and wobbling, was a feast… Baldur showed his teeth - and began to feed.
Dawn woke him lying in a tangle of blankets. Baldur was not in his usual room, instead lying in what appeared to be a cell, albeit a comfortable one. A barred window high above let dawn light trickle in and dapple his bare belly. Baldur stretched in comfort, feeling as sated and satisfied as though he’d just had the best lovemaking of his life, watching his big pectorals draw up as his thick arms locked over his head. And his vast slab of belly stretch too with the motion.
Baldur’s eyes widened as he looked down the rolling planes of his twin pectorals to where his gut rose up massively, huge and smooth, a great slab of belly that was somehow his own. It rose up like a hill immediately below his already large, round chest muscles, cresting like a wave to flatten out at its apex, before descending again just below his bellybutton, which was itself a huge yawning mouth set just below the centre of this stupendous dome of naked belly. The sides of this prodigious, pendulous new gut spilled out, his belly much wider than his broad frame and slim waist made up for in proportion.
Tentatively, Baldur reached down to squeeze the sides of his newly engorged gut and was surprised how warm and sweat-drenched his gut was. It moved gently, gurgling and blorting as though it was processing a massive meal. What in Sovngarde had he eaten, Baldur wondered, idly running his hands along the lower curve of his mighty gut. He was surprised how good it felt. He began to massage and squeeze that vast drum of belly he’d somehow grown - the belly he’d made - his fingers caressing warm, soft, smooth flesh. Below his waist, he began to feel himself growing aroused. He gasped with surprise as he felt his heroic member harden and stick against the undercurve of that vas bloated belly of his. He was naked - how had that happened? WHat had he done at the ritual?
But such thoughts flew from his handsome, dark-blonde head as he felt his wet cockhead begin to frot against the undercurve of his big fat belly and he continued to rub and massage and then gently slap his newly distended bare belly. It was as erotic experience as the young hero had ever had - it was like his belly had suddenly become an enormous erogenous zone. By Talos, his nipples were so hard and his loins were throbbing, hips thrusting of their own accord as he rubbed his large cock up and down against the underside of his bloated bare belly. He had never felt so good in all his life
And then as he rubbed his midsection, he found one finger entering that yawning chasm of his navel, and beginning to explore. By the Nine, he was so deep now, and the orifice so tight that when he pulled his finger out, it emerged with a pop that shook his belly up and down. The jiggling of that huge mound of stretched, utterly satisfied gut sent waves of pleasure through the hero’s muscled, handsome body and some of his seed dribbled from his engorged, throbbing cockhead to glaze his lower belly.
Baldur moaned, the sound emerging from his full pink lips, surprising him - what is someone could overhear him and understood what he was doing? But then he looked down again at that big slab of gut he’d somehow made and felt his cock bounce and lay back, causing his belly to bounce and wobble on top of him. He put one bicep behind his head to rest on, using his free hand to move across the huge area of his bare belly, feeling goosebumps as he caressed the warm, soft, sweaty expanse of his naked gut. Massaging his big bare belly as it digested whatever he’d filled it up with so enormously. He could do this forever he thought, as he felt his belly gurgle and gave it a congratulatory pat, causing the pink smooth swollen gut to bounce.
The movement also caused him to belch, a great belly-shaking emission and something landed on the middle of his belly, just above the bellybutton with a wet slap. He could taste honey and mead on his breath as he belched. Surprised, and embarrassed to have made such a loud noise, Baldur reached down to pick up what had just emerged from inside his colossal new gut. It appeared to be a … an amulet? He reached down, and plucked it from where the amulet had entered his deep bellybutton, moaning with pleasure as the metal stroked the sides of the wide, deep orifice as he pulled it out by the chains. Holding it up to the dawnlight, Baldur made out a familiar image on the amulet: a plump rabbit.
Baldur dropped the amulet back onto his belly where it landed with a meaty thud, wobbling his great swollen gut. He gazed down at his belly, pinching the sides and wobbling it deliberately. No movement within, except for a happy gurgle from his new satisfied belly. What could have made him develop such an enormous, distended gut so quickly - overnight? How could the amulet of that handsome lad, worn about his neck, ended up inside his mighty gut? Unless …
His belly let out another ominous rumble, sloshing and gurgling as Baldur stroked the sides of his new greatly engorged belly. Baldur clapped a hand over his mouth to try and forestall an embarrassing repetition of earlier - if his belly had really done what he wondered he did not want to be caught here. But his belly once again overpowered him and a great belch emerged, causing his chest to heave and his belly to bounce, and out came a familiar ring rolling to a stop just above his big bellybutton before descending into the depths of that tight, deep orifice with a wet thud. Baldur did not need to fish it out of his bellybutton to recognise that ring - last seen adorning the aroused member of the handsome lad from the initiation. He could maybe account for the lad’s amulet ending up inside his mighty gut - but his cockring? Baldur strokes his groaning smug gut in worried contemplation. It was the only thing that could account for its sudden quadrupling in size and heft. He’d eaten someone.
He stroked his great gut, his big man-eating belly, he realised, almost absent-mindedly. His heart raced, his big pecs rising and falling. But still the waves of pleasure emerged from his oversized belly as it digested someone - that handsome lad from last night, now just meat digesting inside his swollen filled out gut. His cock remained at full mast, twitching and throbbing as it rubbed against his big belly. Everything felt so good, and so right - yet he’d used his belly to snuff out a life. He traced his belly with both hands (it felt like the few times he’d taken his hard cock in both hands - his belly was now essentially a sex object, he realised) imagining idly the outline of the lad curled up inside the great gut, wondering if he could still feel him - or if he was just meat now, just food being digested to nourish his huge belly.
Baldur shook his head, horrified with himself. What was he doing? He’d eaten someone. He was a monster. His belly had committed a great crime, and he was lying here soothing it - worse, actually masturbating. He needed to get help, maybe this could be undone…
With a chorus of gurgles and blorts from his vast swinging belly, Baldur struggled to his feet, belly spilling out under his heaving bared pectorals, wobbling and sloshing as it rolled out below his heroic chest, great bellybutton yawning just below the middle of his swell of gut.
Watching from outside the cell, Farkas grinned at his twin brother, and rubbed his own much smaller bare potbelly. “Think our hero’s figuring it out,” he said with a cocky smirk.
Varkas laughed and patted his potbelly. “Pity, I was hoping he’d spill and glaze that poor lad before he got up.” He looked down at his own erection tentpoling his loincloth. “He does look good with it bouncing around as he stumbles about though,”
Farkas nodded, idly brushing a hand over his own swelling crotch. “I suppose we should let him out. He’s not going to be a danger to anyone while he’s got that big fat belly.”
Vilkas grinned and produced a key. “I suppose someone ought to tell him what’s what.” He looked into the cell where Baldur had stopped mid-stride, and arms locked over his head, looking deeply conflicted while he thrust his hips forward so his big wet cockhead rubbed against the undercurve of his filled out swollen bare belly.
“Talos’ tits,” Vilkas said, eyes wide. “Reminds me of our first time. Remember?”
Farkas looked down at his own man-filled bared potbelly and gave it an affectionate pat. “Like it was yesterday, brother.”
Hours later, Baldur was standing outside the hall, the cold sunlight spilling down over his still bare belly. He had donned such of his armor as would fit, braces on his arms, the guards on his legs, the plates above and below his chest - but his big round belly was fully on display as were his pecs, which had somehow increased in size, surrounded by metal armor. His belly bounced slightly in the wind as his fellow Companions congratulated him on his first feast - or his first bellying as they called it. His belly groaned and gurgled as it hung there, big bellybutton gaping in the swell of that smooth round gut.
“How can I be a hero,” Baldur muttered, rubbing his big bare belly idly, “If I eat people and put them in my belly.” He massaged the soft flesh around his bellybutton, jiggling his big post-vore gut up and down as he did so.
“You’ll learn control,” Vilkas said, rubbing his own much smaller vore belly idly.
“Says you. Bannered Mare’s never been through so many potboys. Or Vilkas so many potbellies..” Farkas muttered, earning a slap in his own naked round gut from his twin.
Skjor frowned and patted the sides of his own engorged gut. “Vilkas is right. You’ll learn to control your transformation. And your appetites. If you wish to only fill your belly with bandits and miscreants, that is you and your belly’s prerogative.” He slapped his own gut. “Mine is a stalwart champion for good. But as long as you follow Lord Hircine of the Hunt’s needs, the gift if yours to do as you will.”
“A hero of your stature, and your burden, will need to keep his appetite strong. Develop his muscles. If you wish to challenge a man-eating god, you must become one yourself,” Aela the huntress put in, obviously admiring Baldur’s big bare blonde belly. “However you do it, it will ultimately benefit all of Skyrim. All of the world.”
“His belly’s big as a province,” Farkas said, eyes big as he took in that round fleshy expanse that wobbled below Baldur’s big pectorals.
“It is the gift of a Daedric prince,” Kodlak said, folding his arms above his own oversized naked stomach, he always eating whenever there was an initiation, the prerogative of the Harbinger. “Any bellyf wasilling is an offering to him: the choice of who best to sacrifice to your belly is yours, Dragonborn.”
Baldur belched, and the air was briefly honey-scented. He caressed his own big bare belly tentatively, a conflicted expression on his face. “Who was he?” he said, referring to his own belly - or perhaps the lad filling it up.
Skjor looked over at Farkas, who had procured him. Farkas shrugged and patted his belly. “Food, right?”
Vilkas rolled his eyes. “A lad selling counterfeit mead. Smuggling, stealing from the Mare, a wrong sort. Not much use - except as bellyfilling,” he said admiringly of Baldur’s belly which groaned as though in appreciation for the meal it had been fed.
“Maybe he didn’t deserve this,” Baldur said, rubbing his very contented big stomach, stretched out with the meat of a handsome lad, now being processed into bellyfat and muscle. “He could have been anything. Now he’s just my belly.”
Kodlak rolled his eyes and big bare post-vore belly swinging, brushing his long hair out of his face, marched across to Baldur, whose own big round bare belly protruded massively outwards - and stuck his finger deep into that inviting tight, deep bellybutton and began to wiggle his finger around. Baldur groaned, eyes rolling in his skull, and his cock popped out of its codpiece and climaxed, erupting all over his big bouncing man-eating belly and all over Kodlak’s big bare man-eater too. His pecs heaved up and down with climax and exertion and his belly bounced and wobbled, now glazed with the Dragonborn’s seed.
“Did that feel wrong to you, Companion?” Kodlak snapped. Baldur shook his head (his other head still twitching and already aroused again as it rubbed up against his boy-belly)
“No,” Baldur admitted. He moaned and rubbed his naked stretched out swollen belly. “I think - I think he wants to do it again. I think I want to hunt. And feed. And show off my conquests - my trophies. My bellies. I want to be big-bellied and strong and have a gut to compare to Alduin the World-Eater. I want to eat handsome young men and turn them into bellies.”
Kodlak grinned and the Companions applauded in the traditional fashion, clapping their big wobbling vore-bellies. Kodlak gave Baldur’s newly initiated man-stuffed gut with affection. “There. You’re one of us now. So stop your bellyaching. And start your bellymaking.” Baldur flushed, but grinned back, knowing neither he nor his belly would ever be the same again.
Ethan sat shirtless in his gaming chair, the soft glow of his laptop screen lighting up his toned chest and the slight curve of his belly. He was supposed to be studying for finals, but his focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.
His roommate, Liam, had made the mistake of coming into his room complaining about how loud Ethan’s music was while he was “trying to focus.”
Now Liam was halfway down Ethan’s throat.
GLUUURK.
Ethan’s eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as he swallowed again, one hand casually resting on his swelling stomach while the other scrolled through his notes. Liam’s head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethan’s neck that smoothly traveled downward.
“Mmmph—!?” Liam’s muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethan’s chest.
“Bro, chill out,” Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. “You’re the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.”
He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liam’s torso slid deeper, stretching Ethan’s throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethan’s belly surged outward, rounding nicely as more of his roommate packed inside. The laptop rested comfortably on top of the growing gut as it expanded.
Ethan let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his swelling stomach in slow circles while Liam kicked and squirmed inside. The clear outlines of elbows and knees pushed outward against the smooth skin of his belly before being pressed back down by powerful stomach muscles.
“Fuck… you’re actually pretty filling,” Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. “Keep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.”
His stomach gurgled loudly as it worked on claiming its meal. Ethan adjusted the laptop slightly higher on his rounded gut and continued typing, occasionally pausing to rub or slap the heavy, squirming orb in his lap.
Liam’s struggles were getting weaker by the minute. The acids were rising fast, turning the once-annoying roommate into nothing more than extra padding and nutrients.
Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand gently cradling the underside of his full, gurgling belly. He let out a long, deep belch that echoed in the quiet room.
“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.”
He glanced down at his noticeably larger stomach with a satisfied smirk, gave it one last affectionate rub, and went back to studying like nothing had happened.
By the time he finished his assignment, Liam would be long gone — just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethan’s physique and some extra gas he’d have to deal with later.
Ethan smiled to himself, patting the heavy dome resting on his lap.
I sat in the driver’s seat of my car outside the gym, engine off, arms crossed over my thick chest. My brother was supposed to be out ten minutes ago. Then twenty. Now it had been almost forty-five. My stomach had been growling the whole damn time, loud enough that a couple people walking by gave me weird looks.
Finally, I saw him strolling out the doors, gym bag slung over one shoulder, laughing with some buddy like he had all the time in the world. My jaw tightened. Enough was enough.
I shoved the car door open and stepped out, my heavy gut swaying under my shirt as I walked straight toward him. He spotted me and waved casually. “Yo, sorry I’m late, bro. Lost track of—”
I didn’t let him finish. My hand shot out, grabbed the front of his tank top, and yanked him hard against me. Before he could even yelp, I opened my mouth impossibly wide and shoved his head inside.
The taste of his sweaty skin and salty hair flooded my tongue as I gulped hard. My throat stretched around his shoulders with a wet glurk, pulling him deeper. He started kicking and thrashing, muffled shouts vibrating against my tongue, but I was too pissed and too hungry to care.
I lifted him off the ground by his waist, letting gravity help as I swallowed again and again. His chest slid in, then his flat stomach, his hips bulging out my neck before dropping heavily into my already round belly. My gut surged outward, stretching tight as more of him packed inside. People in the parking lot were staring now, but I just kept gulping until his legs disappeared down my throat with a final, satisfied gulp.
My belly ballooned out massively, hanging heavy and round between my legs, the outline of my struggling brother clearly visible as he kicked and squirmed inside. I let out a deep groan, rubbing the taut, churning dome with both hands.
“Unlike you,” I muttered, patting the spot where his head was pressing out, “I won’t delay your exit. You’ll meet my ass soon enough.”
I climbed back into the driver’s seat, my massive gut pressing against the steering wheel. The car creaked under the added weight as I started the engine. Inside, his frantic kicks and muffled shouts vibrated through my gut while it gurgled loudly around him.
“Should’ve been on time, little bro,” I said with a smirk, feeling another deep groooaaannn roll through my stomach. “Now settle down and digest like a good meal.”
Alright people, I had it in me to draw one more after that last one.
This time, Arturo —the boss man, is back after swallowing one of his employees while heading out for lunch. Thinking there wasn’t anything worth eating for takeout, he happened to come across one of his tasty-looking underlings in one of those tight fitting suits, showcasing the lean body he’d worked so hard for, you just can’t resist pouncing on such mouthwatering prey like that, can you? However, it looks like Arturo isn’t full yet, whatever will he do to satiate his hunger? The headcount was pretty high within the company to begin with…
I’m pretty content with how it turned out, so I’m hoping you feel the same way! I will come back with Ernesto some time in the future, so as always, I hope you look forward to it!
I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.
That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.
My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.
Fuck it. I was still hungry.
I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.
Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.
GLUUURK.
The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.
“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.
I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.
“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”
I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…
My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.
One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.
I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.
“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”
I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.
“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”
I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.
I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.
I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.
“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”
Time to head home. By the time I get there, you’ll just be another thick layer on this gut.
Yeah bro, I know I’m supposed to wait until I can see my abs again but I’m just so hungry. I don’t think I can wait any longer to feel full again. I love you, man, but I don’t think I ever would’ve done this without you. You created this hunger inside me, so I think it’s only fair if you’re the one who satisfies it. You belong inside me, don’t fight it!
Yet another day of me just sitting at home was drifting on by. Spring had been threatening to make an appearance for the past few weeks, but today was just another grey picture. Still, I was grateful for the rest, work had been an absolute killer for the last month.
The beginnings of hunger were making their way towards me as the doorbell rang. As I walked towards the door my stomach started to churn and whine, letting me know it was ready for something new. How lucky I was when I opened the door and he was standing there. As I laid eyes on him the grey world turned bright and vibrant, and the approaching hunger transformed into a violent stampede. He was full, handsome and strong, the perfect thing to fill me right up.
"Hi, nice to meet you." He said, smiling awkwardly as one does when introducing themselves. "I'm Peter. I just moved in and wanted to say hi!" Fresh meat then.
"Hey, why don't you come in for a drink?" I said warmly, inviting him into the last house he'd ever see. He accepted, and his fate was sealed, ending my boredom.
After some polite conversation and mild flirting over a cup of coffee, I decided it was time to stop playing with my food.
"Gotta pee real quick." I said, leaving my prey alone and exposed. I walked out of the room and let Peter sit there just long enough for him to start getting bored. He stood up and started perusing my living room, giving me the signal to strike. I crept in without a sound, praying my belly didn't betray me by letting out a noisy rumble. Thankfully, it didn't and I was able to shoot my shot.
Peter let out a confused yelp as I kicked the back of his knee, pulling him to the ground. Before he could realise what was happening I had my mouth around his ankles.
"What the fuck, man?!" He shouted, trying and failing to kick his feet out from the back of my throat. I just smiled up at him as I worked my way up his calves and towards his knees. Luckily for me, he was wearing gym shorts that pulled right off with a powerful yank.
As I slurped and swallowed my way up Peter's legs I savoured the taste of sweat and adrenaline, which picked up as he realised he wasn't going to escape from my mouth so easily. The balance of sweet and salty skin made my belly's hunger pick up. My jaw continued to unhinge as more of Peter slid down my throat. All he could do was scream and struggle in vain as his crotch slid past my lips and I worked my way up his muscular stomach, which would soon be all mine.
At this stage my belly started to bulge its way outward, turning me from an unsuspecting slim guy to a strong predator with a powerful man-eating gut. I could feel my stomach starting to coat and cover Peter's feet in juices and acid, as it began accepting its latest meal.
By this point I could just stand and watch as Peter was suspended in mid-air, watching in horror as his face drew closer and closer to mine. The only thing that competed with his screams were the sound of powerful gurgles and slurping that dragged my new neighbour closer and closer to his fate. Soon his face slid past my lips and I savoured the last of the taste of panic and fear, before letting out one more strained gllrk.
My neck bulged as the sounds of Peter's screams moved their way downwards, muffled and terrified. A final dropping sensation reverberated through me as the last of my meal fell into my belly. With the new weight added, I stumbled over to the sofa, allowing myself to relax under the weight of an entire man.
As I let out a strong exhale, an involuntary bouuuuurp made its way past my lips, echoing throughout the living room and allowing my stomach to compress its new victim. From within, Peter was letting out screams, pleads and begs as he struggled to accept his new fate. I heard none of this. His frantic struggles were far too relaxing for me to pay attention to anything at that point in time. My belly shook, distended and vibrated below me, as it acclimatised to its new meal.
"Welcome to the-uurp- neighbourhood, man" I said, stifling another burp. "Shame you didn't get to spend much time here, folks are really friendly! I'm sure the estate agent will be happy the house is on the market again, though."
My boredom was now cured and my hands fondled the newly grown orb below me. I could start to hear Peter's screams pick up as my belly kicked itself into gear, properly starting to break down and digest its food. I just let out another contented sigh, slowly drifting into a food coma while the man inside me got absorbed into nutrients and calories. When I woke up 2 hours later his screams had been silenced, and my body claimed the rest of him over the next 24 hours.
