Another Vore Blog

They already had a good portion of the structure built but they needed to complete the facility in time for the autumnal influx into our area of the indigent community. Plus I saw that some of the guys who had volunteered were exactly the kind of men I wouldn't mind hanging around in my days off.

Fortunately, my boyfriend Zach was also on board with the goodwill effort even though he didn't attend services with me as he didn't think the church was a good fit for him. He had stayed away from organized religion ever since his parents forced him to undergo conversion therapy in high school because their church deemed it the appropriate thing to do. I considered this a step in the right direction as at least he got to meet with some of the guys in my church and see that not all Christians were the sanctimonious assholes that he had been lead to believe they were.

When we arrived at the new facility, we were separated according to our strengths. Since I had a history as a carpenter a while back, they placed me with this muscular stud named Hank. He led the Holy Hammer Brigade and we were responsible for assisting with building a while shit load of cabinets for the three dormitory rooms so that guests would have places to store their few valuables while staying with them.

Zach was placed into the sorting storing squad who were responsible for maintaining order with the supplies for the effort. He was teamed up with a guy named Atilla and he looked like a muscular victor home from the battle. I knew Zach would love working under him as Atilla was both attractive as fuck with his broad hairy chest glistening under the lights and projected a fun caring persona that made everyone want to be with him, regardless of their sexual preference.

I guess I should tell you that my church wasn't a regular holy Bible thumping crowd. We are believers who feel that God would have had to have been a poly sexual being in order to understand all of us. Yes there was Mary Magdalene, but he also hung out with a big group of guys as well. Bromance didn't start in the 21st century!! I mean, he was in his late 20s and still living at home with his mother. Hello?

But enough about the inclusivity of our faith and probably my misunderstanding of our tenets, the overall thing is that we don't have the right to judge God's children, he does. He told us to just love them until he gets back home to set things right.

And one of the ways we show our love is by helping others out, like building shelter for folks who are down in their luck. So while I was pounding wood with Hank, Zach was Atilla's army of one in the battle to keep things in line at the ersatz store room.

An hour into things as we were starting to get sweaty and dirty while cutting boards and connecting them to create efficient sturdy shelving, I started hearing more of the chatter amongst the guys. They were talking about how they couldn't wait to taste the special treat was going to be making for lunch. Did you see the tasty new meat they gave him to work with?

Well I got kinda pumped as these guys were obviously talking about my baby Zach. Every guy likes to hear when others confirm that he made a good choice about something, like his mate. They were talking about him describing his nice frame and delectable ass. Well I was not expecting this. Not the kind of talk you'd expect from a church group.

One of the locals mentioned that he loves a tight ass because you know that it's gonna be so sweet to eat. The rest chuckled and added their two cents worth. One guy added that he bet Atilla was probably already working his magic balls on the new guy getting him ready to please a room full!

Another added that Atilla's balls alone are a room full! To which they all laughed again. Well I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I mean who doesn't like a little dirty talk while working but come on guys, this is going a bit far. Then I remembered that not even the guys from my church knew Zach because he didn't attend services, so I decided to cut them slack and not raise any fuss.

Still I was a little concerned from the tenor of the conversation. So at the earliest opportunity I slipped away to hit the can, but really I wanted to check in on Zach.

As I passed the group in the middle auditorium who were nailing up the final wall boards and sealing the room from the outside, I asked where I could find the storage center. They looked at me like I was crazy so I just asked where Atilla was. They smiled and pointed down a hallway towards what would become the kitchen. Then one guy handed me a box of finishing nails that they weren't going to need and asked me to return it for him.

So I marched towards the storeroom with my box of nails more sure if myself now that I had a reason to be there. I opened the door and walked into the big square room where several folding had been set up around some makeshift tables, obviously the room where the guys had been eating.

At first I didn't see anyone then I heard a low groaning from behind some boxes set up against a wall. There i could see the congenial face of the fellow I had admired at the beginning of the day. He was still shirtless and it looked like he might have stripped his work pants as well. Not cool.

As I came into better view I saw that indeed I was right as he was naked. And I could see he was stroking his cock. Where the fuck was Zach?

He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a goofy grin that I'm sure put so many men at ease. The only thing was the smug bastard didn't even stop stroking his dick, even though he saw me. Then I saw something I couldn't comprehend. His cock was immense. About eight inches long but incredibly thick. It was as big around as a pizza on its side. And underneath it were two garbage bags, I thought. Then I saw that there were pubes growing on them. Holy fuck, were those his nuts?

Now I thought back to when I first saw him this morning and I was certain that I would've noticed something so extremely out of place as those balls. Still he smiled as he continued stroking his immensely oversized equipment. I remembered why I had come in here as I held out the box of nails and that's when I saw the last bit of non reality. Jutting from the end of his stretchy eight inch cock were two feet. What the hell kind of madness was this? Could he actually walk on it as well? There was so much surreal facts being thrown my way that I believed he could. As I started laughing to myself at thought of him racing down the street on this, one of the feet slipped inside his dick head. That's when the reality hit me. Those weren't HIS feet. The tattoo on the ankle of a cute teddy bear told me that I knew whose ankles they were.

I had just then put two and two together and came up with one missing boyfriend. The box dropped from my hands as I watched Atilla reach down and slide the other foot inside his monster dick and as the toes slid past the head and down the shaft, I saw the flexible shaft start to shrink back to its normal huge shape. In the matter of two minutes Atilla was standing there stroking his big fucking dick now just the diameter of a silver dollar.

His huge balls underneath him were moving around like a bag full of jello trying to get out. I saw vague human shapes pressed up against the walls of his scrotum, a hand here, a face there, even a hard dick at one point. When I finally got my mind together, I just asked how?

He smiled and said that he was blessed with the ability to take the least of our brethren and turn them into a bounteous harvest for the rest. On Saturdays Pastor Red assigns the next offering to me and I provide the guys with a full potion if the proceeds. I'm not really any good with construction, but I can provide enough nutrition for the whole team. And in return I get the added benefit of a little bit more added to my equipment.

This unknown fellow was a sure gift today. I made sure he got to sample my heavenly tool first. He was so happy as he tried to deep throat me. When he finally made me shoot my load he greedily swallowed my jizz and gripped my ass like he might fall away. As if!

When he finished drawing my snake it started growing in his mouth and it was all he could do to remove it from his lips. The growing shaft attached itself to his face as he tried to pull away from my engorging shaft and scrotum. As he struggled he just quickened the growth.

In no time his head was sliding into my stretchy piss hole and his sexy face was looking inside of me towards his final resting spot. I had time to cut away his clothes as his body struggled to free itself. But once my equipment catches someone, it doesn't release until it's churned him into a protein drink. Here feel how my balls are churning this guy now. Like a hundred mortar and pestles grinding him into a delicious salty yet sweet beverage.

I felt what could have been mistaken for the kick of an unborn child. The balls had started to reduce in size now as well.

Atilla uncrossed his arms and swiped a finger across the head of his dick and moaned in response to the taste. He told me that the first batch is definitely the best and I knew this one would be incredible. Didn't look like he smoked or drank and I can tell from the clean taste. He was right of course, Zach didn't smoke as he thought it was just gross and the last drink we had was the celebratory toast at new years.

He took another swipe and swished around in his mouth and groaned as he swallowed. He looked at me and grinned again as he declared that he could taste the sweet undertones of my favorite summer fruit, watermelon.

Son of a bitch! How did this mother fucker figure that out? We split a small melon last night as a treat. I remember watching the juices run down his mouth and neck. Now he had become the juices for somebody else.

Reality hit me as I realized just how messed up this whole affair had become. As I was becoming a bit more angry at how someone so casually talked about devouring my partner, three guys came in the room. It was Hank and two guys from the Hammer Brigade looking for me.

When they saw me in front of Atilla with his immense but shrinking nutsack, they simply asked him if everything was all right?

Atilla just sighed and said that the new fellow was just learning of our secret ritual here and actually helped me churn the latest choice of P. Red. Guess what guys, watermelon!!

The three broke into smiles and tried to swipe Atilla's cock head, but he just smacked their hands and told them they had to wait for lunch. Then with a grin he added that he hoped that they were hungry as it feels like my boys are mass producing today. Might gave enough for leftovers for during the week!

Then Hank raised his hand and reminded everyone that this was communion week and Pastor will want to make sure that everyone gets a taste. Then he finishes off the chalice like the good lord would want. Best get all you want today.

They then escorted me back to the work room where a set of shelves were waiting for me to put them together. The guys were talking all about the last time Atilla churned watermelon flavored spunk and the room had a light mood for the rest of the day.

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.

Somehow, anyone he sets his sights on will instantly fall for his charms. You'd think he'd use this sort of thing to make himself a harem of obedient lovers or something, but no. He uses it seduce, fuck, and cuddle his meals. Come the morning, he'll dangle his cock over their heads and hoover them up inside.

I walked in my flatmate's room just in time to see his feet disappear inside Leo's cockhead. Leo looked over at me. "Problem solved."

"You're the best," I said.

Somehow, anyone he sets his sights on will instantly fall for his charms. You'd think he'd use this sort of thing to make himself a harem of obedient lovers or something, but no. He uses it seduce, fuck, and cuddle his meals. Come the morning, he'll dangle his cock over their heads and hoover them up inside.

I walked in my flatmate's room just in time to see his feet disappear inside Leo's cockhead. Leo looked over at me. "Problem solved."

"You're the best," I said.

Is POV's dad sloshing around as struggling prey or sloshing around as gut sludge? Will he ride out his son's cock on a geyser of cum? See the poll below.

"Are you... gonna do that to me?" you asked.

He shrugged. "My rule is handsome men should be on my waist, whether that's because I'm fucking them or they've added some fat to my belly. This guy was a top, so... turning him into some weight. I figured you're a bottom them." He grabbed the bulge in his speedo. "Figure in a bit, you take me back and I fuck you. Or eat you. It'll be one or the other." He winked.

Sometimes after a date, we'd cuddle up on the couch, and he'd put my head on his belly. I could hear it gurgle as he digested his dinner. "That's gonna be you."

Once we were talking about cool last words, and he randomly farted. He laughed after apologizing and then said, "That'll be what your last words sound like."

At first, it all kind of put me off. But now, honestly, I kind of like the idea. When I've had a hard day, I ask, "Can I see my dream home?" My boyfriend lifts his shirt up and lets me cuddle with his gut.

Picture from @vorecapsreader

“Please. Let me convince you on this.” Jose said to you as he sat there anxiously as he sat panting with his legs spread open with his bulge looking extra bulgy at this hour, practically pulsating in its confines.

You sat on the other side, Jose was being flustered as he flapped his thighs in and out as you gave a thinking pose at the thought.

“You want me to slide down your cock for a competition… Jose it doesn’t even start until two weeks from now. And what does me going in that thing even have to do with said competition?”

Just then, Jose finally couldn’t hold it in. He leaned back and let out a sexual moan as the bulge in his underwear expanded to a size unknown to man as the fabric exploded and Jose’s fat uncut cock rapidly thickened and swelled until it was practically resting on your lap.

His cock was over a grand 7foot of pure thick cock muscle as it was oozing precum from the head as you just cradled it like it was no big deal.

I mean sure, you’ve seen him when his cock is on full display but never this up close and personal.

“Trust me, just for a little while…” Jose said with an almost sexual pain on his face as his cock was engorged, the slit of his cock gaping wide for you, almost inviting you at this point.

You shrug, this seemed safe enough in your mind and Jose had been begging enough to get your attention so you nod and simply guide your arms first, then your head and finally your shoulders as his cock eagerly takes hold of you as it grips and begins to devour you.

Jose leans back and arches a bit as you send shivers down his spine as he watches you get slowly pulled in as you even happily wiggle down his flesh tube.

You bulged magnificently, kicking until you were completely consumed as you traveled deeper and deeper until you were pushed into his sac.

You landed with a splash as you went in head first, nearly drowning in cum as you struggled to find yourself upright as Jose struggled not to cum from all the struggling you gave him until you finally settled.

He tried to listen in, but the walls of his ballsac proved too thick to really hear much.

“Please don’t be upset my friend, but I really wanted you for this. I don’t think I can win this without you so what better way than to you become a part of me.”

Jose paused but suddenly erupted a moan when his balls spawned left and right.

He knew you’d be upset and probably wouldn’t go along with his idea but Jose at least apologized sincerely for what he was planning to do with you.

He struggled, but he resisted his cocks temptations as his cock throbbed almost painfully before slowly shrinking down to a smaller size, unfortunately his ballsac was a different story as it remained as massive as ever with you still curled inside.

Jose merely mentioned that he plans on lugging you back to his place to slowly churn you over the next following days, sounding more than confident in his ability to take what’s best of you and add to him.

So to show him he was telling the truth, he popped a reforming pill and gave one of them the popper.

They all gathered around on the couch, dicks hard, hearts thumping as they watched his stomach slowly expand with gallons worth of semen. A few minutes later, he burst, splattering them all in glorious white.

That’s when on of them asked, “So… if I swallow this stuff up, would he reform in my stomach?”

(source unknown)

My uncle Eric has always been a heavier guy, as far back as I can remember, and seems to be pretty comfortable with being big. One of his quirks has been that he always rested things he was holding on his belly -- usually his beer bottle, but it wasn't exclusive.

As a kid, his running gag with me was that he'd bump me with his belly to push me out of his way. He'd walk past me when I was distracted with something else, ramming the side of his belly into my back. Then I'd turn around, irritated, and he'd tell me it was an accident -- though the grin on his face always told the truth. Sometimes I'd punch him in the gut, and he'd fake that it hurt. Then we'd both laugh.

We were pretty close when I was a kid; I would sleep over at his house a lot, or he'd invite me fishing. Sometimes I could even get him to play video games with me, which he usually lost.

Honestly, he was sort of my sexual awakening. Once I hit puberty, I began to realize exactly how I felt about men, especially ones with big, round bellies. I started to really relish the time I spent over at his house, since he was comfortable walking around shirtless a lot of the time.

In fact, the first time I ever jerked off was actually in his house. We were sitting on the couch watching some show together, and, naturally, he was shirtless. He would just casually rub his belly from time to time, pat it, whatever. I kept looking over at it, trying my best not to stare, and the tent in my pants was getting harder and harder to hide. At one point I went to the bathroom. I barely had to touch myself -- I kind of exploded.

When I went away to college, we just naturally grew apart. I would give him a call every so often, ask him how he was doing. Told him I'd visit soon.

When I got out of college, my parents chose to charge me rent to continue to stay with them -- $500 a month. That felt pretty excessive, so I asked my uncle if I could stay with him instead. Lucky for me, he agreed, no rent necessary.

It was a pretty chill time living with him. He wasn't really in my business too much, and only asked me to cover some food expenses. We'd spend a lot of days hanging out like old times, too, fishing or watching TV. It was really a nice life.

I had also noticed his growth -- since I had gone away to college, he must have gained a least 50 pounds, if not 70. I'd continued to watch his shirtless body any chance I got, and I certainly noticed how the new weight complemented him.

His arms and neck were probably 2 or 3 inches wider, and his pecs were round and juicier than they had been. But his belly -- it was the best part. It was probably now something like 60 inches around. Despite the gain, though, it still kept that firm, round shape that it always had, which I found interesting. He was still as hairy, if not hairier than I had remembered, and looked strong. He definitely got me going.

It was a slow day in August, and I had spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing. I didn't have work, and had decided to just waste the day watching TV or reading in my room.

Uncle Eric wasn't home -- he had told me in the morning that he was going to be out for the day at a convention. So, that meant I was probably going to have the house to myself for the day. A little unfortunate, since I'd miss seeing my uncle's fat gut, but it was fine.

At one point, I had just gotten bored of watching the show I had been binging. I paused the TV and just sat there, my mind wandering between various things. I thought of Uncle Eric. What was he up to? How soon will he be back? Hopefully in time to watch the hockey game...

Then, my mind jumped to something else.

A couple days before, I had been in the kitchen getting a snack, when I heard snoring coming from the living room. My uncle had fallen asleep in front of the TV, laying out flat on the recliner.

For a minute, I just looked. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, eyes pretty fixated on his round gut. It looked tantalizing, hairy and round.

Snapping back to reality, I realized that I had gotten pretty hard, my right hand resting over my steadily tenting bulge. This wasn't in my plans for today, but I was honestly too bored to care. I began to rub and grip at the head of my dick, and dove back in to the fantasy.

I began to creep closer and closer to the recliner, forgetting about my snack altogether. My eyes darted between his face and his belly, as I wanted to make sure he was really asleep. He continued to snore away

I reached out a hand slowly, not daring to make a sound.

A shock rolled through my body when I came in contact with the gut, finally. I pressed my palm fully on the side of his belly, feeling the texture of his smooth skin, covered in wiry, short hair. It was like heaven, really.

I peeped over at my uncle's face again... nothing. He hadn't stirred, luckily. My gaze rolled back to his belly, becoming entranced with its rising and falling. I brought my other hand over, and placed it on the gut as well. I began to move my hands in circles, rubbing his glorious globe.

I went from pinching my dick head, to fully jerking off.

One of my hands migrated up his happy trail to his chest. I rubbed my hand over both pecs, appreciating their size, then pinching his nipples. I then squeezed one of his pecs, hard.

I heard moaning, and looked up. He was now awake, and looking at me, smiling. He spoke in a low tone, almost growling. "It feels good, buddy. Keep it up."

I went crazy. Now, I started grinding my hard-on against his belly, gripping his pecs with both hands. He put a hand on my face, then moving his hand slowly, seductively down my abdomen. We were both moaning, hard. My eyes rolled back as I reached ecstasy.

The fantasy ended there, as I shot ropes of cum onto my hand and chest. I swore to myself as I came down from the climax, realizing the total mess I had made on myself and my bedsheets.

"What's goin' on in there, man?"

I froze in my spot, my heart dropping into my ass. What the hell?

Before I even had the chance to react, my door swung open. Uncle Eric stepped into the doorway, donned in a faded Green Lantern tee and cargo shorts. He started to say something, before he stopped, his gaze rolling over me. I stared, mortified, as he realized exactly what was going on.

The tension was broken pretty quickly as he laughed. "Sorry, kid. I'll knock next time." Without another word, he closed the door and walked away. I was still embarrassed, but glad that the moment was over. I cleaned myself up and threw my sheets and clothes in the washing machine.

Later in the day, I was in the living room watching TV. I was just passing time, waiting for the hockey game to start. Uncle Eric stepped into my vision, plopping on the couch next to me. He was, once again, shirtless, beer in hand.

My eyes fixated on his belly again, the round heft bouncing slightly as he settled. Somehow, the words left my lips without thinking.

"I was thinking about you earlier."

His eyes peeled away from the screen, turning his head to face me. "What?"

"I mean...when you walked in on me. When you came back earlier." I felt my face flushing, as I realized that I was admitting the life-long secret I'd kept from everyone I knew.

He stared at me for a moment, his face blank. Then he smiled, setting his beer on the end table.

"You wanna rub my gut?"

I stared at him silently. He gave it a shake, and my dick jumped to attention with a quickness.

I stammered, and he laughed. "Come on, kid. I don't mind."

Slowly, I reached out a hand and laid it on his gut. He watched my face to see how I reacted, and laughed when I blushed. "Y'know, I think I always sensed it."

Just like in my fantasy, I brought my other hand toward his pecs and began squeezing them, now rubbing his belly with my other hand. He smiled warmly at me, groaning slightly as my hand began to travel lower. I slid my hand down his happy trail, inching toward his waistband.

I flushed again, my heartrate increasing as I tried my hand at getting to third base. I slowly leaned in toward him, my eyelids fluttering shut. Before I could make it in for a kiss, though, I felt a hand on my chest push me away.

"You're not getting that far, bud. I ain't gay. Not even for my favorite nephew." Pouting, I took the chance to pat his belly one more time, before pulling my hands away.

Clearly, he noticed how crestfallen I was, because he reached out and tousled my hair.

"Here -- how about this. The game’s gonna start soon, and I’ve been eating pretty lightly all day. Would be nice if I could have a real big dinner.”

I stared at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together in my head. “You mean…?”

He clapped a hand onto my shoulder. “Yea, why don’t you be my dinner?” He flashed a grin, patting his belly. “There’s nothing that says ‘intimate’ like jerking off in your uncle’s fat pot. What do you say?”

I paused, thinking. Was this really how I wanted to finish my life? Did I really want to add to the body that's attracted me since I was a kid?

In that moment, I knew my answer.

My uncle whooped in glee when he heard me agree, clapping his hands together. "Ah, this is gonna be great, kid."

He stood from the couch, groaning, and I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts. They quickly fell to the floor, encircling his ankles. I became excited once again, as I caught sight of his nearly-naked body.

He was wearing an unassuming pair of tighty whities, which I could tell were packing a decent-sized bulge underneath. He kicked the shorts away, then scratched nonchalantly at his bulge. My focus was broken when he caught me staring.

"Stare all you like, kid, 'cause you can't touch." He chuckled, his belly and bulge bouncing along.

I stripped quickly, my horny mind only thinking of his body, and how I was gonna be inside of it soon.

I stood in front of him, now fully naked. I looked away, embarrassed, as I felt him size me up. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer, and laughed when I flinched. "Don't worry, buddy, you're gonna love it in me."

Suddenly, I was plunged into a new environment. Dark, slimy, tight -- I was in his mouth. I felt his hands move from my shoulders, to hugging around my back. I heard a loud noise which I assumed was a gulp, and I was pulled further in.

I now felt the tightness and warmth around my shoulders, then moving lower as my back began to be consumed. My arms were quickly pinned to my side, and I heard grunting as my uncle clearly put in an increasing amount of effort to get me inside.

Not too long after, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, and some shuffling. Seemed like he shifted to sit down, probably on the couch. Lazy old man, I thought.

Finally, the only part of my body left on the outside was my ankles and feet. I was doing my best to curl upright in the belly, and was in an almost perfectly comfortable position.

Slowly, Uncle Eric pushed my feet into his mouth, as I felt them become warm. I wiggled my toes, anticipation burning to be all together inside him. There was the squeeze of a final swallow, and my feet and legs joined me inside my uncle's belly.

On the outside, he panted, resting both of his hands on his huge gut. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of me inside.

I shifted underneath the surface, doing my best to arrange myself comfortably inside him. I felt his two big hands laying on top of me, and I felt a hard mass somewhere below me, which I figured was his dick.

A big belch rolled past his lips, and I felt him smack his belly, smack me, with both hands.

"It was a lot getting you in there, bud, but it was worth it. You're really the perfect steak dinner." He began to rub circles over his belly, belching again.

I did my best to respond, though it was tough to speak loudly all curled up like that. I heard the noise on the outside get a little louder, as my predator turned on the hockey game I'd been waiting all day for.

Since my time was limited inside him, I decided I'd get right down to business. Uncle Eric got distracted from the game, as new movement began inside him.

"What's going on in there, kid?" He placed a hand on his belly, confused. That didn't last long, as he pretty quickly understood what those movements meant. "Heh, yeah, enjoy yourself while you can." He patted his belly in approval, leaning back on the couch.

When I finished, I decided to show some gratitude for my uncle. I poked around inside, finding that hard object again. I did my best through his fat to begin rubbing it, doing my best to pleasure him.

He realized pretty quickly what I was doing, and he flushed. "I told you I'm not gay, kid..." I wasn't gonna let up, though. I didn't care.

"...You know, it feels pretty nice. Keep it up." He patted his belly, leaning back his head again and beginning to moan. Before too long, he was shooting his load into his underwear, belching and slapping his gut.

The game went on, and Uncle Eric spent it rubbing his belly and belching, occasionally sipping on his beer. He was too heavy to stand up, and he honestly loved it. He couldn't even remember the last time he was this big.

After about an hour, my predator decided to address me again. "Bud, I'm really glad you let me eat you. You've always been my favorite." He rubbed his belly, and I pressed back in response. "I'm gonna enjoy digesting you. I love you, kid." With that, he patted his belly again, smiling.

Before too long, he was dead asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. His hands rested on his belly, satisfied with his prize. The stomach gurgled ominously, implying my fate. I fell asleep not long after, in comfort and bliss.

Just like that, I became another 5 inches around Uncle Eric's beer shelf -- another 2 notches on the belt of his jeans. An extra peek under his shirt.

The day he finished digesting me, he spent an entire morning worshipping his new size. He slapped his belly a couple times over, testing its new jiggle. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, rubbing his hands over his new girth.

Made another trip to the sauna today…..had a large meal to take care of…..I noticed they replaced the guy at the reception desk…about time, the last one was pretty useless….he didn’t even make a good meal….made me real gassy too……even made me belch in the new receptionist’s face when I was saying hi…..oh well, at last it gives him a smell of where he’ll be going soon….:P

(Awesome submission to voreguys!! These pics drove me crazy man!! Love them!!)

But with his hands on his stomach, he realized those movements inside him had stopped. His stomach was soft. The man that had been in there was nothing more than a swirling soup of nutrients for him to absorb.

Maybe it turned out that preds just couldn't digest their soulmates.

*buuuuUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAPPP!!*

Grayson let out an explosive belch, panting as he adjusted to the weight rounding out his midsection. He watched in awe as his pale, lightly hairy gut gently jutted out and swayed with Luke’s movements inside. A deep, rumbling gurgle made his entire belly vibrate around his best friend, wet glorping noises bubbling up rapidly as Luke shifted to try and curl up more comfortably.

“This is crazy, I really thought you were bullshitting, man,” Luke said, his voice muffled but still intelligible to Grayson’s ears even through the walls of his stomach and the constant noisy churning. “But you actually did it, you seriously ate me!”

“I *UUUUURRRRP!* did,” Grayson agreed, burping again and groaning in relief as the pressure in his gut grew more manageable. Even with the extra weight, that release of air made all the difference in the world. Cradling his stomach, Grayson moved to the bed and sprawled out on his back. “I wasn’t sure either, but I’m glad we tried it. You feel *amazing* in there, dude...” He watched as the impression of one of Luke’s limbs pressed out briefly near his bellybutton.

“This is so weird,” Luke said. “It really smells in here, which duh. And it’s dark and slimy. But it’s honestly not that bad. It’s kinda nice, in a way...” He paused, both boys going quiet for a prolonged moment as they both pondered the same unspoken question. Grayson’s belly gurgled ominously. “So...do you think you’re gonna let me out?” *Alive* being implied heavily at the end of the sentence. Luke would definitely get “let out” one way or another.

Grayson considered the question seriously. He’d been optimistic he’d be able to swallow Luke whole. His buddy was a reasonably fit guy, but still on the skinnier side. And obviously he’d managed to pull it off, in the end; but it was definitely a lot of work. His throat muscles were still a little sore from the immense strain of gulping down another person. He doubted he’d be able to make himself regurgitate anything right now, let alone a whole boy.

Besides that...he didn’t really want to. That sounded awful, even in his own head, but he *liked* having Luke inside him. He’d worked hard for this meal, and he wanted to keep it. “Sorry, buddy,” he said sincerely, drumming his fingers on top of his rounded belly. “I think you’re getting flushed.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Luke said, letting out a nervous little laugh. Grayson thought he could feel him trembling slightly. “How long do you think it’ll take? Do you think it’ll...do you think it’ll hurt?”

Grayson rubbed his belly affectionately. “I can’t promise anything,” he responded honestly. “But I think if I burp up enough air, you’ll probably be...be gone before it gets rough for you.”

“Ok, that makes sense.” Luke relaxed a little. Grayson’s stomach let out a deep growl. “It’s weird...it’s already starting to tingle. Not how I pictured myself going.”

Grayson bit his lip, feeling his cock throb gently. “Really? This is always how I pictured you going, dude,” he said smugly.

Luke laughed, punching out against the slimy walls. “Sicko. I hope I give you indigestion. I hope I clog your toilet.”

“Gross, man.”

The two friends stayed up late, talking into the night, waiting for the inevitable together and enjoying their final hang out.