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“Damn, little dude-“ his voice was hoarse- swallowing some whole and alove aparently did that to you. “I… you-you feel fucking amazing in there.” He praised quietly as he moved his hands over the bloated mass that his baby brother was making in his belly. His gut nerked again as he felt weak and futile punches against his hands as they explored his newly acquired ball belly. He had romances the idea for years. After stumbling upon a website during the height of being a horny teen- he had found vore. He found out just how reak the whole thing was through more than a few late night video chats with strangers from around the world with the unique ability to consume another man whole.

And after a few beers- Eric had decided that tonight was the night. He was just buzzed enough for his brain to convince him to try and figure out if he was a pred and boy did it go in his favor.

His cock throbbed in his pants as his little beothers struggles intensified and he moaned loudly this time as orecum blossomed from it.

“Uuuuurrraaap! Damn buddy- you’re gonna make me jizz all in my pants… mmmm yeah keep squirminf just like that.” He moaned as he rut his cock on the underside of his gut while he rubbed in slow circles. He definitely hadnt gone into this thinking he’d get so turned on- originally he had just wznted to satisfy a deeo hunger. But once his brother’s shoulders had slipped past his lips Eric’s cock boned up fast and he was jerking his cock slowly to each rythmic gulp as he sent the fourteen year old to his final resting place in his belly. “Fuck you tasted so good- filled me up so nice. I wonder if you’d get turned on seeing your big bro like this. His gut bloated and round- his cock leaking pre like a water fall…. FUCK!” He shot his load through his shorts with a shout- his cum coating the thick hair on the underside of his gut. A lazy smile formed on his face as he trace one finger from the junturn of his chest down to his belly button and back.

"Welp, today's the day." Greg said while looking at his large empty stomach, which was already growling in starvation, eager to claim the meals it had been waiting for, for so so long.

Greg took one last look on the date on his alarm clock, he was certain of what day it was, but one could never be too sure, and it would be quite the embarrassment if he'd spent all this time waiting to have his special dinner the 'right way' only to mess up right at the end and indulge too early, just because he was overeager.

But as Greg expected he was right about the day's date.

August 8th, a very special day for Preds like him, and that year it was extra special.

"God, I've waited for this day for fucking ever." Greg said as he stroked his hard cock a few times, after only a few strokes, he was already leaking precum and Greg stopped himself. "Woof, I'm excited. But I can't blow my load just yet."

Greg gave himself one last little stroke, then put his underwear on and made his way downstairs to prepare for his long-awaited meal.

About four hours after waking up, did Greg here the door to his twin sons' bedroom open and they stepped out wearing nothing but their matching orange and blue undies.

"Finally," Greg whispered to himself. "About damn time, I was about to go in there and wake them up myself."

Both young men simultaneously walked down the stairs and into the living room to greet their father.

"Morning, Dad." The younger twin, Max, said while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I'm kind of shocked you're here already, guess you had an easy hunt this morning?" Asked the older boy, Mark.

Greg shrugged, "Nah, didn't go hunting this morning."

The twins looked at each other and raised their eyebrows in surprise before looking back at their father.

"Uh Dad?" Mark started, "You do know what today is right?"

Greg laughed, "Of course, kiddos! How could I forget my boys' twenty-fifth birthday?"

"But Dad," Max said with an almost disappointed expression as he looked at Greg's empty belly. "It's your day as well you know? You usually have someone in there by now."

Greg grinned at his son, "Oh don't worry, I'm going to get my meal soon." Greg's belly let out a loud rumble to enunciate the point, which made Max blush like crazy, while Mark rolled his eyes, not sharing the same interest in their father's diet that his younger brother had.

"I just thought I'd spend time with you boys today." Greg said while motioning towards the big bulge in his underwear.

Now it was Mark's turn to blush as he saw his father's erection, "O-oh." He said with a rather perverted smile, "I'm already loving this birthday."

Greg chuckled. While Max loved his father's hunger and big hairy belly, Mark could never get enough of his daddy's dick, and was always eager to offer his holes to his father.

Greg's "special" relationship with his sons began around the time they turned twenty, when he accidentally walked in on his boys' "bonding" experience, and for the past half decade, the three family members had enjoyed each other's company, and now Greg was finally ready to share his ultimate fantasy with his boys.

"So, do you two want to take this upstairs?"

Both of his sons nodded, their eyes fixated on the parts of their father they were eager to play with.

Greg laughed, and rubbed his belly with one hand, while fondling his balls with the other, "Well then."

The big father manhandled both boys and carried them on each of his shoulders, which made them both a whimpering mess as he carried them back to his bedroom.

Once they were in his room Greg gently laid them on the bed. "Now then," Greg said while slipping off his briefs freeing his thick cock of it's prison, "Ready to play kiddos?"

Both boys nodded and Greg carefully repositioned both his boys before straddling them on the bed. He positioned Max so that the younger twin would be planted face first into his daddy's big belly, while Mark was stationed where he could easily access Greg's cock.

For the next thirty minutes the entire family moaned in pleasure and lust. Greg loved the attention that his boys were giving him, from the way Max rubbed, kissed, and nuzzled his greedy tank, to the lovely feeling of Mark's tongue lapping away at his throbbing member.

"God, I love you boys so much," Greg said in a gravelly tone.

as he slightly humped Mark's face and pressed his belly down a bit more on Max, getting happy little moans from both of his boys as he teased them. "If I didn't know better, I'd think it was my birthday."

As Greg spoke his big gut let out a long hungry growl, and the father began thinking of what he would do next. Which of his boys should he eat first? Max clearly loved his belly, and judging from conversations the two had had in the past, he clearly liked the idea of becoming part of his father's belly, meanwhile Mark was in the opposite position, although he found his daddy very hot, he didn't want to end up in his father's gut, so he would definitely put up more of a fight than Max would, which Greg would definitely enjoy.

Greg moaned loudly as he thought about how he wanted to do this. If he ate Mark first then Max would have a fully belly to rub and worship, not to mention his son loved it when Greg railed him while he had a full squirming belly, and Greg had a feeling that Max wouldn't mind hearing the terrified screams of his brother, in fact he'd probably be incredibly aroused by it, especially when Greg explained that they'd be reunited soon, plus Max would get to see the full process of his brother's digestion.

On the other hand, it could be pretty fun eating Max first. Although Mark wasn't into vore, he probably would still be very eager to play with his dad while little Max stewed away, after all he knew how eager Max was to be eaten by their father, and since Mark loved to please his brother, he would probably let Greg fuck him while little Max digested away then once they were done, Greg would send Mark where he belonged.

"Oooh fuck." Greg moaned, still debating how he wanted to do things. Thinking about what he was going to do to his boys was getting him close, he could feel his orgasm coming and placed both hands firmly on the bed so he could keep his balance as he humped away at little Mark's mouth.

"Here it comes kiddo!" Greg shouted as he roared with such ferocity that it rivaled a bear's, and came inside his older son's mouth. The father grinned when he could hear his son swallowing every drop of his father's seed. "Drink up kiddo," Greg said while wiggling his hips some, "I've been edging for the past few days thinking about this."

At the same time Greg's stomach let out a loud rumble and he could hear his younger son let out a happy moan, "Oh, Dad you sound so hungry." His son's voice was muffled as he spoke into the fat, but with enough focus Greg could make out what Max was saying. "Do you want a post sex meal?"

Greg grinned. He DID want a post sex meal; all that was left to decide who he was going to eat first.

Once Greg's orgasm had ceased, he carefully got off his boys and flopped down beside them on the bed. Both Max and Mark were quick to get up from where they were and each of them sat next to their father on different sides.

"Thanks Dad." Mark said as he licked his lips savoring the flavor of his father's seed. "That was the best way to start a birthday."

Max nodded as he laid his head on Greg's rumbling belly, "It was pretty fucking great." The younger twin then proceeded to lick his father's navel, getting some more lovely moans from Greg and gentle head pats from his father.

"And you two are the best sons I could have asked for...Fuck I could do that with you all over again."

All three men smiled at each other and Greg's stomach let out a long loud hungry grumble.

"Okay Dad," Mark said biting his lips, "I may not have the same interest as Max, but it sounds like you're really fucking hungry, why don't you go hunting?"

Max seemed to really like the suggestion, and his eyes lit up with excitement, "Yeah, and can I come along I'd love to come along. I'll even give you extra belly rubs, Please Daddy, please?"

Greg grinned and sat up and pressed both of his boys into his hairy midsection. Max was of course happy to be pressed against his father, while Mark seemed neutral to his current position.

As Greg's stomach let out a loud rumble, he pondered the question in his mind once more.

Who was he going to eat first? Mark? Or Max?

Greg's eyes bounced back and forth between his two boys as he considered who was going to down the hatch. Once he made up his mind he grinned wickedly.

"Y'know kiddos, Ya'll are right, I am starving."

Mark grinned, "Well you and Max have fun!"

Greg licked his lips as he looked at his eldest son, "Oh believe me," Greg pulled Mark closer to his mouth, and Mark looked incredibly confused by what was happening, "We will." Greg said as he opened his bearded mouth wide and began shoving Mark inside.

"Dad, Dad what are you- Oh! Ahhhmmmph!" Mark tried to shout, but his voice was incredibly muffled as his face was shoved inside of his father's mouth.

Greg moaned around his boy. Mark's flavor was amazing and the sweat that had built up from their earlier encounter had added so much to the already delicious taste.

The taste of his own son caused Greg's belly to rumble hungrily and Greg couldn't help but give into his stomach's desire and took a big gulp, sending his son's head down his throat.

While all of this was going on, Max wasn't even blinking as he watched what was going on. His father was swallowing his older twin brother, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"W-wow." The younger twin muttered as he rubbed his dad's belly. If either of them was going to get eaten, Max had always thought it would be him, but the fact that it was Mark, was equally hot. Then again, with how big Greg's appetite could be, there was always the chance that after his father finished sending Mark down into the digestive tank, that it would be Max's turn to take the plunge, and Max wouldn't mind one bit.

Greg laughed as he felt Max worship his gurgling belly as he swallowed up more of Mark, bringing the young man's torso into his mouth, leaving only his waist and kicking legs outside his mouth. Greg also took this moment to slip off Mark's undies, even though he could easily digest the clothing, he wanted to enjoy his boys in their purest forms.

Greg enjoyed his son's flavor a bit more before going in for another gulp and sending his son further down his throat.

Mark was pretty deep inside of his dad's body now, and he was not thrilled about any of this, like his younger twin outside was. "Dad! Dad! Please, don't! It's Max that wants to be here, not me! Please spit me out!"

But clearly his pleas meant nothing to Greg, since immediately after the words were out of his mouth, Greg swallowed again, sending Mark further inside, but despite this the twenty-five-year-old didn't stop pleading.

"Dad please, please, I'll do whatever you want just please don't do this!"

Meanwhile on the outside, things were far more peaceful. Max was still worshiping his father's belly, as Greg gently stroked his son's hair. Most of Mark had been consumed by this point the only parts of his eldest son still outside were the boy's wiggling feet.

Greg had meant to take more time, but his son just tasted too damn good. Besides, he still had Max left, and given how easy of a meal the younger twin would be, Greg figured he could take his time with him.

This thought spurred Greg to go on and finish his meal, so he pushed Mark's feet in and with a thick-

GULP

Sent the remainder of his son sliding down his belly.

"Ahhhhh" Greg sighed as he enjoyed the blissful aftermath of what he just did. He looked down at Max, before grinning and letting out a big burp.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP."

Max was shivering at the sight, "N-nice one Dad."

Greg laughed, "Yeah it was huh?" It was then that Greg saw that Max was pitching a pretty big tent, "So'd you enjoy watching me gobble up your brother?"

Max couldn't even say anything in reply, simply nodding as he blushed intensely.

Greg let out another belch and shoved his son's face into his gut.

"Well get to rubbing kiddo! Your brother will be digesting away pretty fucking soon."

Max eagerly complied and worshiped the squirming mass in front of him. He kissed it several times and pressed down on the bulges that Mark was making.

Meanwhile inside the stomach, Mark was kicking furiously. He couldn't believe this was happening, Max was the one with the vore fetish, so why was HE the one inside their dad's gut?!

Mark was still crying out, but neither his brother nor his father were responding to his pleas. This wasn't a surprise to Mark though, even though he was pleading for freedom, he knew that his father wasn't going to let him out, once his had got a hold of a meal he always finished it.

As Mark struggled suddenly the stomach shifted around as Greg changed his position, which caused some of the stomach juices to splash onto Mark, creating a weird tingly sensation.

"Nice." Greg said as he finished lubing up his undevoured son's hole, "You ready kiddo?"

Max was in heaven, he could feel his brother's squirming on top of his back, and while part of him felt bad for Mark, he couldn't deny that this was quite hot.

"Yeah." Mark replied to his father's earlier question, "I'm ready, Dad."

And with no more words needed from either of them, Greg slowly penetrated his son. Although he'd fucked Max before, he still tried to be careful since he knew the boy preferred more gentle and loving sex, the son currently stewing inside his gut was the one that preferred the rough stuff.

"How does it feel, kiddo?"

"I'm good, Dad."

Greg kissed his son on the cheek. "Good, I'm going to continue alright?"

Max moaned as he felt his dad go deeper inside his hole and arched his back up so he could get a better feel for his brother's frantic squirms as he was digested by their father.

For the next near hour, Greg pounded his son's ass, and his gut got to digesting his other one. During the entire process he could feel Max rubbing his back against his hairy dome as his older brother was digested above him.

It was even better than Greg had fantasized, he'd wanted to eat his boys for so many years, and now that one of them was actually inside his stomach, he couldn't believe how good it all felt...and once he and Max had their orgasm, he'd send his younger son down the hatch as well~

Meanwhile inside the stomach, Mark was beginning to panic even more.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." The older twin said frantically as the digestive fluids were rapidly rising and he felt an extremely warm and tingly feeling over his entire body

It was happening he was being digested, his father was actually digesting him! "Dad! Please, I think you can still save me! Please cough me up! Max we can trade places, I know you've wanted Dad to eat you for a while now, this is your chance!"

Greg grinned, he had managed to hear his son's words, "Sorry kiddo!" Greg said between grunts, "But you know my motto. Food's food no exception."

Mark was mortified by his father's words, "Dad please, come on I'm your son! Aren't you going to miss me? Sure, you'll still have Max, but what about me. Who are you going to fuck when you're horny and have an empty stomach!?"

"Oh don't worry about me kiddo, I'm going to be just fine....Urrruurarp!" Greg grinned at the taste he got from the belch. "Besides there's one thing you're mistake about, Max is going to join you, once we're done fucking!"

Hearing what was in store for him, sent Max over the edge and he moaned loudly as his cock twitched and he shot multiple volleys of cum which landed on his Dad's sheets.

"Oooh, did you like that buddy?" Greg said teasingly, "That's right, once Daddy cums, it's your turn." Greg pulled out of his son gently, he had planned to cum inside of Max, but he had a different idea now.

Having felt his Dad pull out of him, Max turned around and looked up at his dad. "You're really going t-to?" He couldn't even finish the question from how excited he was.

Greg's stomach gurgled loudly as more of Mark was digested, and the big man let out another massive burp, though this time he didn't bother replenishing the air and Max listened to the sound of the stomach claiming his brother as the frantic struggles came to a very abrupt stop and the gurgling intensified.

Greg laughed at the sound of his son's demise, "Oh you were such a good boy, Mark, and an even better meal~" The large pred was now stroking himself faster as the digestion process continued, "Oh hear that Max? This is what Daddy's about to do to you, I know you've dreamed of this for quite a while, and it's finally going to happen bud."

Although he just came, Max was getting hard again from listening to his father's words. Max blushed profoundly as he replied to his dad, "Yes Dad I'm ready, please do it, I want to join my brother."

Greg grinned smugly as he stroked a bit faster, "C'mon kiddo you can do better, beg like you mean it."

Max bit his lips and began speaking rapidly, "Dad please, I need this, I need this so fucking bad! Ever since I found out you were a predator, I've wanted you to pack me away in their and make me your meal. Dad come on this is the reason I exist! I was born on vore day for crying out loud! I'm clearly meant to be your dinner! I want to digest just like Mark is, I want to join my brother as fat as on your big belly! Please Daddy, I need it!"

The way his son just pathetically begged to be devoured, sent Greg over the edge, and he unleashed his load all over Max.

For a minute the father and son just stared at each other, and the two just nodded silently and understood that it was time.

"I love you, kiddo."

Max blushed as he looked longingly into his father's eyes, "I love you too, Daddy."

"Now last question head first or feet first?"

Max smiled at his dad's question, it was happening, this was finally happening.

"Feet first, I want to see you eat me."

Greg grinned at his son's answer, and backed up a bit and immediately got to work.

Lifting his son's legs off the bed, Greg gently shoved his son's feet inside his mouth and guided them to the back of his mouth. Greg moaned at his son's flavor.

"Oh god..." Max muttered as he watched his Dad eat him. "This is better than anything I've dreamed of, Dad please keep going, I want you to make me completely yours~"

Greg chuckled around his son's legs as they slid inside. He didn't get to eat prey feet first often, so he loved hearing his son continue to beg as he descended to his new home.

Although Greg intended to savor his second son, the same thing that had happened to him while he ate Mark happened again. The feeling of consuming Max was just overpowering, and he needed to have the boy completely inside, and just rapidly started swallowing.

Not long after, the only part of Max hanging outside his father's mouth was Max's head. "Oh...Dad." Max said as he looked into his Dad's eyes one last time. "Do it, Dad. Make me yours."

That was all Greg needed to hear. With two powerful gulps, Greg pulled his son inside his mouth with the first one, and then finished him off with the second one.

Greg felt Max slide down just like his brother did and when he felt his willing meal land in the stomach, some of the air shifted around in him and it all came out in a massive-

"BWUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"

Max grinned when he heard the belch, and looked at the meaty soup he had landed in. "I'm here."

Shortly after he said that there was a Plop sound next to Max and he saw his brother's skull pop up next to him. The young man laughed at the sight that most would be horrified by, "Hey bro, looks like Dad took care of you pretty fast huh?"

Max felt a tingling sensation all over his body, because he entered second, his father's digestive system was already quite active, so he would start melting much faster than his brother did.

"Dad." Max cried out, "I don't know if you can hear me, but thank you so much, I'm so happy I could be your meal. I love you so much."

Greg grinned. "I'm glad to hear that kiddo, you and your brother are some of the best things I've eaten. I guess ya'll weren't kidding when you said my cooking was pretty damn good!"

Max laughed at the tease, then focused his energy on rubbing the stomach walls.

For the next thirty minutes, Greg stroked himself as he enjoyed the internal massage his son gave him, but by the time he was close to cumming for a third time he felt Max's movements coming to a slow, before they stopped altogether.

GLORP

As his stomach let out another loud gurgle, Greg finally let loose and sprayed his spunk all over the bed.

The room smelled of sex and musk, he would definitely need to wash the sheets.

"But I can do that later." Greg said to himself as he lied down and let out another gargantuan belch.

"BHHHHHHHUUUUURRRRARRRP!"

Greg slapped his stomach as he heard some of Max's bones snap, and the form of his youngest son collapsed from the intensity of Greg's stomach.

"Just sink in there kiddo."

Greg slapped his stomach and laughed again, "Welp I hope you kiddos had fun, cause I sure did. Happy BHURRRARRP-DAY!"

***

That night, Greg relaxed on the living room couch, half watching a movie that he and his sons used to watch together.

Greg's sons were pretty far into digestion by this point, all of their bones that survived Greg's intense digestive system, had already been belched back up by their father, which he kept in an empty plastic container. Everything that Greg hadn't belched up had been thoroughly turned into chyme that was now going through his intestines.

"I have to say," Greg said with a happy smile as he spoke to the bone filled container, "I'm glad both your skulls survived, I've been thinking they'd make good decorations for quite a while now, I was thinking about turning your room into a guest room, and using your bones as decoration. What do you boys think?"

Amusingly enough, Greg's stomach let out a long loud gurgle, like Max and Mark were trying to tell him something even after being digested, which gave Greg a good chuckle.

"Ha! I knew you'd understand, Max! Your bones will make an excellent decoration for the guest room!"

Greg's stomach gurgle again and he let out a little burp, and tenderly rubbed his stomach. "Ahhhhhh, it's crazy to think, twenty-five years ago, you two came into this world, and now," Greg shook his stomach and a loud sloshing noise came from within, "You two are finally right where I've wanted you ever since you became adults."

Greg's stomach then let out a loud grumble, almost like it was arguing with him.

"Ah, Mark." Greg said in a sadistic, yet somehow fatherly, tone, "I know you didn't want this, but it's like your brother said," Greg paused to let out another deep belch, "Ya'll were born on vore day, so ya'll were clearly meant to be eaten. If I didn't eat you, I'm sure someone would have, so aren't ya'll glad you got eaten by your Daddy? I know I am!"

At that moment Greg's cell phone got a notification and when he checked what it said he laughed, "See this is what I mean, John just messaged me and do you want to know what he just said?"

Even though neither Mark or Max was capable of hearing him right now, Greg read the text message out loud.

"'Well Greg, just thought I'd like you to know, I've finally decided how I'm going to get my revenge. Since you ate my son, I'm going to eat your boys, and if I'm not mistaken, they're currently working at the local burger joint right? Well just thought you'd like to know I just pulled in to the driveway, best call them and tell them your goodbyes, old friend. Cause I'm about to have the best vore day of my life.' Holy shit can you two believe this?" Greg said with sadistic glee, before pointing his camera at Mark's and Max's skulls and took a picture and sent it to John while also typing a message that said,

"Heh, I told the boys to stay home with me today."

It didn't take long for Greg to get a response, his phone immediately started ringing, but Greg ignored it, just tossed his phone to the side. He wanted to enjoy every moment of Mark and Max's digestion.

Greg let out another belch as he felt more of the meaty soup that was his sons break slosh around inside him as he continued to rub his big hairy belly.

"Ahhhhh" Greg sighed, "This day has been so much fun kiddos, and just think the fun has only just begun for us." The large man patted his belly as he spoke, "I mean think of all the vacations we can go on now! I only have to buy for one now, so that certainly eases up the budget, not to mention all that cash you were saving for college, Mark! And I know Max gave you a huge bonus, since, well...we know he was never meant for college!"

As Greg talked to himself, he couldn't help but notice his gut looked slightly bigger already, "Damn kiddos, I can't wait to see what happens when I finish processing ya'll! And to think you were worried, about me, Mark! With how sexy you two are going to make me, I'm not going to have any trouble finding holes to plunder! Though, I highly doubt I'm going to have any long-lasting relationships, I mean, when I see a good looking guy, you know how hard it gets to resist my appetite! Besides, you'd have to be pretty fucked up to actually want to commit to a relationship with a bastard like me~"

The man worked to provide and you were always squandering his fame and fortune by getting into trouble, flunking out of college, if it happened, you probably did it.

So there you are, walking out the shower, not giving a shit as your dad was out in the hallway, blocking the path to your room.

“Sup Pops!” As you approach.

But he doesn’t move and you accidentally bump into him.

“You’ve been a bad son to me.” Your Dad starts.

“Bad sons need to get punished.”

You back up, waving a hand dismissing him.

“Whatever Dad, I’m old enough to make my own choi-“

You should have paid more attention to your father.

Waving him away just as he rushed into you and pushed his fat hairy gut into you. The wind was knocked out of you and you tried to push you dad off, but he had you pinned.

You don’t expect to have to fight your dad! It was like his attitude had been slowly changing.

Sure, not like you ever paid attention to him, but your usual kind father now had an aura about him that set fear into your heart!

Maybe you thought about fighting him, but something was off and you wanted nothing more than to make a run for your car and drive away until this all blew over.

But suddenly your dad let up! You took a deep breath but suddenly got slammed hard into the wall once more as your dad put all his weight into belly bumping you once more.

Thrust after thrust as you body continued being slammed against the wall, only to be pushed back into your dad who pushed his gut back at you.

Over and over until you felt battered, bruised and exhausted.

Even worse when he grabbed you by the neck.

Even worse when after this torment do you look forward as your dad had unhinged his jaw and pulled you into his mouth.

With no strength to fight, you wiggled weakly as your father opened wide and shoveled your pathetic self into him.

He gulped and swallowed as you could only put up the most weakest of a fight.

Your towel dropped down, sliding down his now swelling tank as he was already stuffing your legs past his lips.

Inside you find it tight and compact. You worry you’ll have no air to breathe as your frightfully squirm in panic.

Trying to speak; finding it hard. You even get pushed into a tight space. Can’t find up from down. You place a hand on the wall and a hand pushes back.

In fact, everything gets pushed against you.

Outside, your Dad is almost chuckling as he pushes his now massive stomach against the wall over and over as he can hear a faint moan from inside.

“What? Let you out son? Oh no. My mistake was letting out you in the first place…”

He let the room go silent and watched his belly shift left and right.

“Oh no. I think this is a wrap for our relationship son. Tried to give you so many chances and you threw them back. Maybe it’s my fault for not being more strict with you but I guess this is my way for making up for it. Besides. I was ready to have no strings attached with my life anyways, and you were the last thread. Didn’t plan on eating you either, was hoping you’d be successful in college and out of my life. But I guess you hanging off my waistline permanently is the best option for both of us.”

Dad continued rambling about how much he enjoyed this when suddenly-

“GLOORRRPRPP!”

Dad had talked so much that he didn’t even register his son’s weakest attempt for freedom before he succumbed to the powerful gut muscles currently digesting him.

“Oh well.” Dad said with a shrug; laughing as he jiggled his gut as he could now hear his stomach working his son over to pudge.

And with that. Dad went into his son’s former room and kicked off his clothes.

He laid on the bed, rubbing his belly as he simultaneously rubbed one out.

“Do this . Do that. Get me a beer!”

He want mean, just stern and forceful. He’d work long hours and come home and immediately have himself a beer.

“Where’s my beef?” He tells you as he lumbers in and out of the kitchen, closing and opening the fridge repeatedly as he couldn’t find not even one to sate his thirst.

“How would I know?” You said, idling skimming your phone.

Footsteps became more erratic. He’s always had a beer! You doom scrolled and suddenly he picked you up in the air as you panicked and protested.

“I knew you took it twerp!”

You didn’t even get a chance to protest when he suddenly unhinged his jaw and stuffed you down his throat.

You of course panicked and put up a fight; but your uncle essentially claimed you as his own as he sent you down in a few short gulps.

His stomach bulged sure you frantically begging for release, but your uncle ignored your pleas as he went to the recliner and propped himself up as the huge orb shifted.

He grumbled and absentmindedly reached for the remote to watch tv when the sound of glass clinked against a fingernail and that’s when he remembered he left a bottle unopened on the table before he left work earlier today.

His mind wanted to the mass in his middle but he simply grinned as he popped the bottle open and took a hearty swig.

His midsection swirled about as his nephew was still weakly struggling but getting worse the longer you stay conscious inside as you protested with all your might.

“Heh. Guess I got caught up in the moment-BUREEAAAAP!”

He interrupted himself mid sentence as your shirt landed in front of his feet all soggy from rolling in his stomach juices with a violent struggle that happened during the belch before the contents inside went limp followed by the loudest noises of digestion he’s ever heard.

Your uncle paused and simply shrugged.

“I don’t know why you challenged me son. Maybe you thought a pred as old as I am wouldn’t be able to handle an “alpha pred” like you.”

He held his belly still as the movements continued until it eventually slowed down to a halt.

“Damn? Couldn’t even last 5 minutes in my stomach son? What fun is this?”

Gabe pauses as his stomach distended one last time as it audibly gurgled loud enough as his prey was being worked on inside.

Damien had eyed Brent’s stomach throughout the night. He knew Brent ate guys from time to time and wanted to feel what it was like.

With the help of more alcohol, Damien found himself almost fully down his step-father’s throat with a throbbing erection. As soon as Damien came, Brent let his throat finish its job.

Inside of Brent’s tank, Damien relaxed in the mush. Eggnog began to stream down from above, splashing Damien. Damien used it as lube to masturbate.

Brent belched, throwing the empty carton of eggnog onto the floor. He sat down in the recliner.

“Can you let me out now?” Damien asked

“Sure thing, kid.” Brent replied.

Brent reached his finger into his mouth. He tried to puke up Damien, but to no avail.

“What’s taking so long?” Asked Damien.

“Gimme a minute boy.” Brent sat up and pounded a fist on his stomach. All that came up was an ear ripping belch.

“It’s getting cramped in here! It’s hard to breathe!!” Damien was struggling and panicking.

Brent leaned back and shrugged. “Sorry, bucko. I tried my best. At least now I don’t gotta pay for your classes.”

“WHAT?!?” Damien yelled.

“Eh, it was inevitable really, son. A tasty little twink like you woulda been scarfed down and gurgled sooner or later. May as well be me.” Brent stated, belching again.

“NO! YOU CANT DO THIS!!! LET ME-”

Damien was cut off by a BRAAAAAP and went still.

Brent chuckled. “Dont worry, you’ll look great on your old man.” He hefted his swollen belly in his hands. It was getting softer, and by tomorrow, Damien would be nothing but fat and shit.

I cough and sputter in my dads gut as cold milk splatters on me from above. Weirdly enough, I’m actually grateful for the cooling liquid splashing over my itching and burning skin. I’ve been in my dads stomach for over an hour and a half, much longer than he’s ever kept me or my brothers for one of his “punishments”.

My older brother Erik got the longest sentence a couple years ago when he’d failed one of his classes at school. He’d been in there for 45 whole minutes before our dad released him. Later he’d told us that Dad’s gut had started churning and squeezing him in a rough, painful way and that after a little bit his skin had started to tingle. He hadn’t gotten anything below a B since then, not wanting to experience even the beginning of our fathers digestion again.

Up until this point, the longest I’ve ever been in here was 15 minutes, and the only thing I’d ever felt was the soft, almost pleasant squeezing of the stomach walls. If it hadn’t been so disgusting and foul smelling in there, I might’ve enjoyed it. But then it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment. Now though Im long past what Erik had felt; he was right about how rough and tight the stomach walls churned about. I feel like every pulse of powerful muscle squeezes me into a tighter and tighter ball, making my bones and joints ache with the pressure. He’d also been right about the tingling, but he hadn’t stayed in dads stomach long enough for it to become the itchy, burning sensation that I’m now feeling.

My eyes and nose sting in the rancid, acidic air. That’s also something none of us have ever experienced; yes it’s always been foul smelling in here the few times dad felt the need to punish me, but it’s never been actually painful to breathe as I inhale each breath of the acidic air. I guess the punishment fits the crime though, I mean I got drunk and crashed my car into a tree, which is probably the worst thing any of us boys have done over the years, so it makes sense that dad leaves me in here for way longer than he’s ever done before.

I feel my prison jostle a bit as my dad sits down in his creaky recliner chair and flips on the tv, turning up the volumes extra loud so he can hear it over his loudly churning belly. I’ve got no doubt that my brothers are probably sitting there on the couch, eyeing Dad’s stomach and glancing at the clock watching the seconds tick by and probably thinking about how long I’ve been in here too. It’s going on an hour and 45 minutes now.

I just grit my teeth as the burning starts to go from unpleasant to downright painful. Fuck he must be really mad this time, I mean he’s actually letting his gut start to digest me! *Just a little longer* I tell myself, trying to shut out the pain, and waiting for the familiar feeling of the stomach forcing me back up my father’s throat.

“Umm dad?” I hear one of my younger brothers say hesitantly. “Ty’s been in there a reeeally long time… I think he’s really sorry now and he’s learned his lesson. You know he won’t do it again.”

My father just grunts and I feel a hand rubbing over the bulges I’m making. “Yer damn right he’s never going to do it again… because he’s not coming back out again.” He says gruffly, as my brothers stare wide eyed. “This is a lesson for the rest of you boys that your old man’s more than willing to leave you to stew in this gut of mine if you fuck up badly enough.”

No… No I must’ve heard him wrong. Did he really just say he’s gonna leave me in here?? I start to struggle, calling out to my dad. “Please dad, no!! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please just don’t leave me in here!!”

“Sorry Ty, but you fucked up and now you have to face the consequences, maybe your brothers will learn from your mistake and I won’t have to digest any more of my boys.” He says giving me a pat.

“Nononono!!!” I continue to scream and thrash as my dads gut began to churn and gurgle even more loudly. My skin feels like it’s on fire and the walls around me squeeze me so tight that it’s like I’m trapped in a rancid, slimy trash compactor. I begin to sob and beg, but my dad is ignoring me now. He belches instead of replying and the last of my foul, acidic air is snatched away from me, rushing back up my dads throat and leaving me behind to stew in the dark, stinking, churning pit of my father’s stomach.

My boy Devin was getting ready to finally move out and despite us agreeing that he'd go to Community College around the corner, he'd been planning to move into dorms at a State College. It's been me and Dev since he was 3, I couldn't even imagine coming home and not having him there to greet me. I begged and begged him not to move out, but he was stubborn and I didn't have a lot of options or I was going to lose my boy. I wasn't going to lose Devin. In fact, I would have him forever.

After one more conversation about not moving out, Devin snapped at me and said I was being selfish, only caring about what I wanted and not what he wanted. I've raised him for nearly two decades, I know him better than he knows himself and I know he needs his daddy by his side. But, when Dev threatened to cut contact with me for not respecting him, I lost it and threw him to the floor on his back. I planted one foot on his chest, pulling off his pajamas and revealing his naked, supple body to my delight and garnering a rumble from my waist. My ears had already begun to drown out the sounds of my boy screaming while I stripped him, allowing me to focus on keeping my son near me for good.

I lifted up my son by his ankles and started licking them, stuffing his feet past my lips and guiding them into my waiting throat. Devin thrashed under my foot, but my love for him field my hunger and I began swallowing my boy down my esophagus. I worked my way down to my boy's knees, gulping down his shins with voracious joy as more and more of him became mine as I devoured him alive. This was such a perfect plan, after I fully swallowed Devin and put him away safely inside my stomach, he'd be with me forever and I'd always keep him safe.

Dev kept trying to push me off him, but I grabbed him by the waist and started shoving his thighs into my drooling mouth. I felt his feet enter my stomach and I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him beginning to enter me, hungry to know the feeling of him fully curled up inside my gut. Terrifying my prey, I lifted him up above my head and enlisted gravity in eating my son, taking him down my gullet until his crotch was sitting in my mouth.

I wanted Devin to be happy and knowing that this was the last time he'd get the chance to orgasm, I played around a bit with his cock and used my tongue to get a good taste. He might be my kid, but the musky taste of his cock was tantalizing and the shudder of him blowing his load was enough to get me hard. Feeling him go limp as he filled up my mouth with his cum, I took a heavy swallow and felt him drop down to his navel in my gullet with his hands pinned in my lips.

From then on, Dev weakly struggled, but I was able to easily gulp him down and devour him like I wanted. My son disappeared into my throat more and more until I pressed and shoved his shoulder into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his neck. It felt amazing to have so much of Devin inside my body and to feel him curling up inside my gut like it was a womb. He whimpered at me through teary eyes, but I had what I wanted and wasn't going to change my mind now.

I tilted my head fully back and put a hand on the top of my boy's head, opening my lips wide enough to press down as I swallowed, pushing Devin down my hungry gullet. I closed my mouth and took a second swallow, feeling the gluttonous victory of my boy's weight beginning to get heavier in my stomach as he fully entered it for good. Dev squirmed and wiggled around inside my belly, pressing out imprints of his hand and face across my distended gut. He was no doubt trying to find a way out, but it was too late. Devin is all mine.

Now that his mind wasn't focused on his hunger, it finally wandered back to what he had done. He hated himself. How could he do this to three people. He was condemning them with his gluttony. He tried to justify it to himself. His doctor even told him it's natural to eat others. He was a Pred and it was his nature. It didn't matter to him. He knew these people. Even the delivery driver, a man he had never met before, didn't deserve this. They had their entire lives to look forward to and he just changed all that on a whim. Nothing could help them now, and all they could do was wait for the inevitable fate that his belly would bestow on them soon.

He didn't know if he should tell Shane what really happened. How he's been struggling with this ever since he was his age. Would his son forgive him or hate him? He asked himself how he could not hate him. He ate his friends. He ate others. Hell, he would hate him if he was in Shane's shoes. Nothing could make up for it either.

But then again, having his gut so full was like nothing else in the world. He looked down at his gut as he lay on the bed. He could feel every movement, every desperate kick, every pitiful punch. He could just barely hear those calls for help, those vain attempts at bargaining with him. It was satisfying. To have that power over someone. They weren't people anymore. Just food. Why should he feel bad about food? Why should he deny himself such a filling feast? Why should he, the apex Pred, not eat until his stomach is full?

Ron snapped out of it finally, only to notice how painfully hard he was at those thoughts. He could feel his cock swelling under the mountain of a gut that was perched on top of him. He felt disgusted with himself. He was so at odds with himself over how to feel about all this. On the one hand he had eaten these three innocent guys, dooming them to be nothing more than a notch on his belt. On the other hand, he was a Pred and that's what they do. Why should he deny himself that?

As he clashed with himself, he didn't feel that familiar twinge rumble up from the deep pits of his stomach. He went back and forth with himself for a while longer, but soon his gut rumbled again. It was back. The three measly men weren't enough for him. He needed more. He deserved more. There was food right there in his den.

He got up and confidently walked out of his room, not bothering with the housecoat this time. He flaunted his gut proudly as he strutted towards the den eager to fill up his gut more. He couldn't care less anymore about his son's friends. They were in his house. His territory. They belonged to him now. They were just his food. He stomped into the den and lordly displayed his gut as he announced his intentions.

"Hey boys! I'm hungry and I'm having the rest of you for dinner! So, get up and get ready so I can eat ya!"

Shane, Hoss, Wes, Al, Andrew, and Tom all stared at him, their eyes all falling to his gut which was so enormous it hung down past his knees. In their inebriated state they all stared blankly at him, which didn't matter to Ron at all. Instead of waiting for them Ron was too impatient. He was hungry and he wanted them in his gut now. He stomped over to Al, his gut bouncing wildly as he grabbed him and hoisted him up to his mouth. He began to stuff his 4th man of the night into his mouth while everyone else watched slack jawed. Ron was no longer careful or gentle. He stuffed and crammed Al into his mouth like a rabid beast.

Wes was the first to make a move. He got up and rushed for the only door, but Ron simply stood in his way, thrusting his gut forward to knock him back as he chugged down Al's legs. Al's entire body froze as he couldn't realize what was happening to him. He was trapped in some tight, wet, fleshy tunnel that was dragging him slowly downwards. He tried to wiggle his way out but suddenly felt someone grip his shins. He was relieved to get some help, only to realize that they were only pushing him further inside.

As the other 5 watched Al slowly disappear into Shane's dad, Hoss finally piped up.

"What the fuck!?" Hoss shouted. Being the biggest one there, he stood up from his couch to try and stop Ron from eating his friends.

As Hoss went to grab Al's feet, Ron quickly slurped them away and grabbed Hoss' big meaty arms and pulled them into his mouth. He boastfully chuckled as he slurped them down, reveling in the look on Hoss' face as it turned from confidence to sheer terror. Hoss was a big guy, almost 2 feet taller than Ron himself, and over twice as wide. He was a colossal mouthful, but Ron's newfound confidence in his appetite made him all the more eager to have the big brute in his belly. Shane, Wes, Andrew, and Tom all watched as Ron slowly engulfed Hoss' shaggy head. The big man tried his best to pull away, but Ron wasn't letting go. His jaws stretched, his throat ached, and his gut rumbled in hunger as his lips wrapped around his meal's thick neck.

"Mr. P! Please don't do this!" Wes finally shouted. "We're people! We're not food!"

Ron only chuckled as he slurped down Hoss' fat pecs. He responded by patting his gut with one hand as he steadied his enormous meal with the other. Right as Ron's lips arrived at Hoss' own large gut, he had to get some assistance sooner than he normally did to get the big boy down to where he belongs. With great effort, Ron grabbed Hoss' hefty love handles and hoisted the enormous man right above himself. Hoss' legs slammed against the ceiling, but Ron only paid attention to how filling Hoss was already. His head was getting stuffed in his gut now, taking up the rest of the free space among Al, Simon, Norm, and the delivery guy.

The big juicy gut was working its way down Ron's throat while he slurped down Hoss' wide hips. He saw those big, hefty thighs waiting just inches from his mouth and he had to have them sliding down his gullet right away. He kicked his gluttony into overdrive now, wolfing down Hoss several inches per gulp. Somebody was sobbing, but Ron tuned them out. He doesn't cater to food. Why should he care about what some puny snack thinks of his buddy? Hoss' thighs, knees, shins, ankles, and feet all disappeared in 5 solid gulps, stuffing Hoss down into his growing belly. The others could see Hoss' large body curl up tightly around the others inside Ron's gut that was now so large it was resting on the floor in front of him.

Ron licked his lips and turned to the remaining trio, reveling in the terrified looks on Wes, Andrew, and Tom's faces. He waddled his way over to Tom, who was practically vibrating he was so scared. Ron picked him up by his shirt and licked his face maniacally. Just as Tom was about to blurt out something, Ron stuffed his entire head and shoulders into his maw. Tom was the smallest of the group, so after a colossal meal like Hoss, it only took a single gulp to have Tom halfway down his gullet.

He looked over to Andrew and Wes on the other couch while Tom hung out of his mouth. He let out a crooked smile as he slurped up Tom like a limp noodle. Tom barely put up a fight as his waist, legs, and feet all disappeared down Ron's throat without any fanfare or effort from the hungry Pred. The final pair were practically on top of each other, trying to claw away from Ron and his voracious glare.

"W-why are you doing this?" Wes shuddered.

"Because I'm a Pred! I need food to satisfy this big tank and you boys are my dinner tonight!" Ron guffawed, slapping his gut proudly.

"But we're people!" Andrew shouted as Ron loomed over them.

"I eat people!" Ron let out a deep belly laugh. "It's what I do! It's who I am!"

"But we're friends! You've known us for years! We hang out here every weekend! We go out drinking together! You're like our second dad!" Wes sobbed in fear.

"So? You've always been on my menu. Like a can on my shelf, waitin' till the day I pick you out for dinner!" Ron snickered as he grabbed the pair. "You might have thought I cared about you all, but now you mean less than nothing to me. Enjoy bein' in my gut cause it's your new home!"

Not even thinking to consider the logistics of eating the pair, he stuffed both Wes and Andrew's head into his mouth at the same time. Together they were larger than Hoss was and would be quite the challenge to get down. That thought, however, didn't even cross Ron's mind. He was more concerned about finishing his enormous feast than he was about eating it. He still had room. He was still hungry. And he still had two more to eat.

With an enormous gulp, Ron swallowed the pair down to their shoulders. He had to stuff the pair into his mouth for a while to get their shoulders in, but once he did, he started the long laborious task of devouring the two of them at the same time. It was slow but so satisfying for Ron. How they tasted, how they wiggled in his throat, how they gave him that full feeling he'd been suppressing for years. It was a revelation for him. He was so excited to explore this part of himself he'd hidden away for so many years.

By the time he had both their waists in his mouth, he had to carefully rear his head back. Lifting and shoving, gulping and pulling, they slowly sank further and further down into his gut. It was nearing the end, but Ron didn't want this experience to be over. He savored the last parts of them for what felt like hours, but in the end those four pairs of feet slipped past his lips, disappearing forever as they sank down his throat.

Ron just stood there in his den, gut protruding several feet from his chest, resting on the floor in a big, contorted ball of wiggling food. They were all his and he was over the moon to finally have that overwhelming full feeling. All 8 of them desperately tried to move in his gut, but his stomach held them so tightly they could barely move a limb. He played back eating each of the 8 men in his stomach, starting with Simon. He thought about Simon's taste and how he missed most of it because of how desperate he was to get him in his belly. And Norm, how well he paired with the greasy pizza guy. How dumbfounded Al was, how huge Hoss was, how scared Tom was, and how good Andrew and Wes were together. All 8 of them.

But then the realization hit him. Only 8 of them. He miscounted because of the driver. There were 8 in his house, plus the driver. He was missing one. He gazed around the room until he spotted him. Shane, the last one, was cowering behind one of the couches.

"Hehe you thought I forgot about you didn't ya?" Ron maliciously snickered as he approached his final meal.

"How could you do this?" Shane sobbed. "They were my friends!"

"That doesn't mean much to me. You're just dessert!" Ron laughed.

"B-but all those times you hung out with us! Were you just sizing us up for lunch?" Shane shouted.

"Oh yeah. I shoulda done this years ago! I can't believe I've been holding out for so long." Ron laughed as he pushed the chair aside.

Shane scrambled to flee, but Ron slammed his gut into him and knocked him against the wall.

"You're not getting away from me. You're dessert don't ya know." Ron smirked.

He reached down and grabbed Shane's ankle and hoisted him up onto his gut. Shane desperately tried to get away from the hungry glutton, but Ron wasn't about to let his final meal of the night go.

"You keep that up like your friends did. Squirm real hard for me!" Ron chuckled as he positioned his meal. He opened wide and stuffed Shane's feet into his mouth.

"Wait wait wait STOP!" Shane screamed.

Ron smirked as he slurped down his meal's legs, arrogantly playing with his final meal of the night. He had all the time in the world, and he was going to savor this moment. Shane tried to pull himself away, grabbing hold of any bulge his friends made in the big gut he was perched on. No matter how he tried, his legs wouldn't move anywhere but down. His thighs were slowly engulfed and soon he was down to his waist.

Ron grabbed Shane's arms and pinned them at his sides, leaving him powerless to stop him. There was no way out for him now and he was destined to become food. To end up swallowed down into that big gut, cramped into the tight confines of that wet fleshy tomb, to be digested with his friends and end up nothing more than a few inches on his father's waistline.

"DAD! I'M YOUR SON! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Shane frantically shouted.

Ron's devious smirk immediately evaporated. He looked down at his gut, and then to Shane, his son, his own kin, hanging out of his mouth. He could feel his gullet full, his son's legs and torso stretching it out as he was making his way down to his father's gut. He stopped swallowing for a moment, reaching up and grabbing hold of Shane's shoulders in a panic. He began to pull him out, only for his gut to protest immediately.

"DAD!" Shane shouted desperately.

Ron's entire personality came to a clash. He was a caring father, a good upstanding citizen, and a great guy who cared for others. But now his true nature had surfaced. He finally became the gluttonous Pred he was always meant to be. No longer could he suppress his voracious appetites. But then he saw his son's face. His son looked back at him, a tear in his eye, desperately asking him not to do it. Ron couldn't hold back. He began to well up himself as he realized what a monster he had become to the only person he truly cared about. He knew no matter what he did, his son would never look at him the same. How could he? He had eaten all of his friends. He knew the utter dread he felt when he saw his son's face would be the only thing he would remember when he thought of his son. There was nothing else for him now and Ron knew what was going to happen. He tried to stop himself, but his hunger took over. Both his and his son's eyes went wide as he instinctually shoved the rest of Shane into his mouth.

"NONONONO STOP DAD DON'T DO IT PLEASE NO DON'T-"

*GUUULP*

That final gulp rang in his ears, even as his son's head sank down his chest and vanished into that enormous boulder of a gut. His heartbeat pounded in his head. What had he done? How could he have done it? His son begged! Pleaded with him! He was in tears asking him not to eat him. Yet he did it anyway. It was done. His son was in his gut. Swallowed down like a cheap burger.

Ron looked down at his gut. Dozens of bulges were all over it. He could see the faces of his meals all pressed again his gut. A hand there, a fist there, elbows, kicks, hell even all of Hoss was stretching his belly all over. It didn't matter anymore, however. He knew nobody was going to get out. Nobody ever did. The sound of that final gulp would haunt him.

The reality of his new life set in. His son was gone. Nothing more than a memory waiting to happen. The only lasting thing he would do was be a few inches on his dad's gut. He couldn't picture his son anymore, as the only image that would play in his mind were those last few moments he shared with him. Right up until the moment he swallowed him. His mind raced, his legs went weak, his knees buckled, and he fell backwards onto the floor.

His monolithic gut rolled on top of him as he fell on the floor. The colossal weight pinned him down, leaving only his neck, head, and parts of his feet poking out from his stuffed belly. He could barely move but it didn't concern him at the moment. He was lost in his head as his mind raced. The utter regret finally settled in, just as it had every time he relented and let his appetite take over. He whispered to his gut softly as it began to gurgle and churn.

"I'm sorry. All of you." Ron shuddered as he felt the group inside begin to experience what happened to food.

The inevitable began, and soon Ron's gut began to do its job. The movements inside picked up, as did the shouting. He tried to tune it out but its all he could hear. As his gut swelled and swayed, he could feel himself getting aroused. He gasped as his cock throbbed in his underwear, pressing against his massive gut that lay on top. How could he be enjoying this? He was beside himself with grief, wracking himself with guilt for eating them all. Yet he had never been this turned on in his life. Nothing, no hookup, fling, or sexual escapade ever came close to what he was feeling right now. His underwear was already drenched in pre, and he felt like he could blow at any moment.

He wanted it all to end. For the nightmare to be over. Yet it endured for what felt like hours. He knew it had to be getting close now. The inevitable end of his colossal feast. The futility of his food's situation finally setting in despite their desperate thrashing. He had to do it. His cock throbbed at the thought, yet he was tearing up for what was about to do. He finally did what he had been holding off for the last 20 minutes. He could still undo what he did. It wasn't too late. But in his mind, he knew he couldn't let them go. They were food now. He braced himself and let it happen.

*UUUUUUUUURRRRPPP*

He expelled all the air, and let his gut fully claim them. There was no backing out now. He tightly closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch his gut slowly go still, but for him he had the unpleasant reality of feeling all his meals slowly stop moving. As the last tremor of movement from his enormous meal shook his belly, his whole body went rigid, blowing the biggest load he ever had as his gut went completely still. He groaned in pleasure, his heart racing as his enormous dinner was complete. Thick cum dribbled down his thighs and onto the carpet, his underwear drenched, and the underside of his gut covered. He was spent. His meal was done. That was it. Now all that was left was digestion. As he stared at the ceiling, his gut began to gurgle loudly. It slowly ramped up, getting louder and more guttural. Like a beast stalking its prey, it rumbled in hunger. It didn't stop either, only getting louder and more ferocious. Wet burbles, viscous churning, and acidic grumbles echoed in the empty house all throughout the night as Ron digested away the biggest meal he'd ever eaten.

-

It was sometime in the afternoon by the time Ron had awoken. His eyes slowly opened as he stared at the ceiling. It all felt like a bad dream to him, right up until he felt the carpet on his neck. He looked around and saw he was in the den, snacks and various cans of beer and other drinks scattered around. He looked down at his gut and that when he knew the nightmare was real. His gut was significantly larger than it was yesterday, although not as big as it was last night. He gave it a light poke and it wobbled slightly on his chest. It was thicker and more pronounced, and it became more round from its previous oval shape. His son and his friends had really done a number on him.

It lightly gurgled, but otherwise kept its shape. Ron struggled to sit up with the extra girth he had acquired overnight but managed it after shifting around. He got to his feet and steadied himself, still a bit woozy from last night. He looked around the den, seeing the remains of his enormous dinner still where he left them. He sighed to himself as he didn't know what to do. His son was gone, and he was alone now. The only thing of meaning in his life swallowed and digested away.

He couldn't contain his hunger. His own stomach ruled his life. How could he not have stopped himself? It was his own son. His own kin. The most important person in his life. And he swallowed him alive. He put his head in his hands as he let out a sorrowful wail, shaking his head in disbelief of what he had done. He had plenty of chances to stop. To undo what he did. But he didn't. He kept going after eating Simon. He didn't stop himself from eating Norm or the pizza guy. Hell, he enjoyed himself after that. Reveled in the looks of terror on all of his meal's faces. Nothing gave him such a high as condemning all of his meals to his stomach. He truly was a monster. And now he had to live with himself.

He swore to himself that he was done. On the name of his son, he pledged to himself right then and there that he wouldn't eat anyone else. He shouldn't put anyone else through what his son and his friends had to endure last night. No longer would he give in to his primal urges. He would better himself to rise above them. In honor of his son's memory, he would endure his hunger.

He walked into the kitchen and saw more evidence of his gluttony from last night. All 8 pairs of shoes, now ownerless, were still by the door. There were still 6 boxes of pizza on the counter that he left for his son and his remaining friends, but they never got a chance to eat them. He opened one up and saw they were still there, untouched and cold.

As the waft of pizza hit his nose, his gut grumbled for breakfast. He sighed and grabbed some of the cold pizza and began eating it, reminding him of his old college days. There wasn't anything else in the house to eat anyway. He finished off an entire pizza once again, but his twinge of hunger was still there. He had tossed the first box aside and opened the next one when the doorbell rang.

Still only in his underwear, he waddled to the door to answer it, his appearance the last thing on his mind. He opened the door and saw a big man standing there looking down at him. It took Ron a moment, but he looked similar to Hoss.

"Uhh hi there. I'm Joel, Hoss' dad. Is he still here? He was supposed to help me fix the roof today and was meant to be home a few hours ago."

"Oh, uh yeah." Ron huffed nervously. He couldn't just tell him that Hoss was nothing more than a few inches on his ball gut. "No sorry he's uhhh..."

Ron couldn't think of what to tell him. He was about to say they left earlier when that familiar twinge of gluttonous hunger nagged at him. He looked Joel up and down and sighed to himself as he knew he couldn't explain away Hoss' disappearance.

"They're just in the den but I think they're passed out drunk still. You can come in and wake him up if you'd like."

Immediately, Ron regretted saying that. Now he was in a predicament as his son was not in the den anymore. He was about to blurt out something to fix it when Joel smirked at him.

"Leave it to me! I'll get em all up no problem." The big oaf said as he pushed past Ron and strolled into the house. "Oh! And I found these keys on your porch. And this pizza bag."

"Oh thanks. The pizza guy left it last night. And Ive been looking everywhere for those keys." Ron lied he closed the door behind Joel.

Ron's gut rumbled loudly while Joel walked into the living room. There wasn't any other way out of this for Ron, so he let himself have just one more. One final one. And then he was done. At least it was a big one. Ron opened his mouth wide, barely wide enough to fit in Joel's enormous head, and pounced.

Joel's loud shout could be heard from outside, before a few loud gulps silenced them all. Ron was on the big man's back, holding himself on his shoulders as he had his enormous meal's huge head in his mouth. His cheeks bulged massively, but Ron had to do this. The regret was there, but his hunger was slowly drowning it out. With a swift kick to the back of his knees, Ron brought down the gigantic dad and held him steadily as he took his first gulp.

It wasn't easy, but Ron managed to work in Joel's shoulders. His throat ached, but his belly rumbled in pure necessity of having this man packed away inside it. He had to have him. He gulped and pulled, and soon those big juicy pecs were in his mouth. It was to be his last meal, and he should enjoy it. It would be an insult to his memory if he didn't. Ron pinned his meal's enormous arms and kept gulping. The taste reminded him of Hoss and drove his hunger through the roof. It wasn't often he got to enjoy a taste of someone twice.

Joel's large muscle gut slipped into his mouth, and soon was working its way down Ron's throat. Joel's enormous head was already stretching out Ron's belly, and soon his shoulders were packed in with him. Ron groaned as his belly felt like it was finally getting fed properly. A huge meal to satisfy that primal gluttony that he hid away for decades. He kept gulping, finally getting the assistance of gravity he so greatly needed to work down Joel's waist and chunky ass. Hoss really was the spitting image of his father.

Down Joel went. Those thighs were so tasty to Ron, and somehow even more broad and thick than Hoss' were. The fight in his gut was on though. Flurries of punches erupted from within, but Ron only chuckled. How pitiful they were for a man of that size. Was that all he could muster to save himself from getting churned down into fat? To be nothing more than a notch for Ron? Men like him deserved to be eaten. Ron boastfully gulped down Joel's knees, teasing his meal and taunting him by poking him and patting his gut. He had come full circle once again, ignoring those feelings he got as he finished Joel off, claiming the enormous man as his own, relegating him to nothing more than a oversized breakfast.

As the large bulge slipped down his throat, Ron grinned as he watched his gut thrash about. He snickered loudly, enunciating his accomplishments to taunt his new temporary guest. He belonged to Ron now and he was going to digest him, just like he had done to his son Hoss. To all their friends. To his own son. He lifted his gut off the floor with some effort and waltzed back to the kitchen, the big squirming ball gut almost the size it was last night. A fine meal like that needed some dessert.

Right as he came to the kitchen, he saw those shoes again at the door. Those uneaten pizzas. All the containers, dishes, bags, and wrappers of the snacks left over from last night. He remembered why he had done it in the first place. How he had to eat Joel to hide the fact that he'd eaten Hoss earlier. The rationality had disappeared when he was in the middle of eating, and his mind had only cleared when he was done. He looked down and sighed to himself. There was no way he was going to change. As much as he wanted it, as much as he owed it to the memory of his son, he knew he was going to be like this for the rest of his life. No matter what he did to try and hide it, to justify it, to keep himself in check, he would always be a Pred.

But he had to try. To not give up. To be better. He couldn't let his hunger win. It wouldn't be right after what he did to his son. To all of his meals. After decades of keeping himself in line, he couldn't just let his appetite turn him into a monster. He was a good person. He knew he was. He could prove it to himself.

He was determined to be better. He was feeling a wave of resolve. He felt like he could walk on water. Ron boastfully pledged right there that he was done eating anyone ever again. He rode that high for a few moments, right up until a familiar loud noise dragged him back to reality.

*GLORP*