Big Belly Lover!

I was bored. He was there. It was that simple.

Yet another day of me just sitting at home was drifting on by. Spring had been threatening to make an appearance for the past few weeks, but today was just another grey picture. Still, I was grateful for the rest, work had been an absolute killer for the last month.

The beginnings of hunger were making their way towards me as the doorbell rang. As I walked towards the door my stomach started to churn and whine, letting me know it was ready for something new. How lucky I was when I opened the door and he was standing there. As I laid eyes on him the grey world turned bright and vibrant, and the approaching hunger transformed into a violent stampede. He was full, handsome and strong, the perfect thing to fill me right up.

"Hi, nice to meet you." He said, smiling awkwardly as one does when introducing themselves. "I'm Peter. I just moved in and wanted to say hi!" Fresh meat then.

"Hey, why don't you come in for a drink?" I said warmly, inviting him into the last house he'd ever see. He accepted, and his fate was sealed, ending my boredom.

After some polite conversation and mild flirting over a cup of coffee, I decided it was time to stop playing with my food.

"Gotta pee real quick." I said, leaving my prey alone and exposed. I walked out of the room and let Peter sit there just long enough for him to start getting bored. He stood up and started perusing my living room, giving me the signal to strike. I crept in without a sound, praying my belly didn't betray me by letting out a noisy rumble. Thankfully, it didn't and I was able to shoot my shot.

Peter let out a confused yelp as I kicked the back of his knee, pulling him to the ground. Before he could realise what was happening I had my mouth around his ankles.

"What the fuck, man?!" He shouted, trying and failing to kick his feet out from the back of my throat. I just smiled up at him as I worked my way up his calves and towards his knees. Luckily for me, he was wearing gym shorts that pulled right off with a powerful yank.

As I slurped and swallowed my way up Peter's legs I savoured the taste of sweat and adrenaline, which picked up as he realised he wasn't going to escape from my mouth so easily. The balance of sweet and salty skin made my belly's hunger pick up. My jaw continued to unhinge as more of Peter slid down my throat. All he could do was scream and struggle in vain as his crotch slid past my lips and I worked my way up his muscular stomach, which would soon be all mine.

At this stage my belly started to bulge its way outward, turning me from an unsuspecting slim guy to a strong predator with a powerful man-eating gut. I could feel my stomach starting to coat and cover Peter's feet in juices and acid, as it began accepting its latest meal.

By this point I could just stand and watch as Peter was suspended in mid-air, watching in horror as his face drew closer and closer to mine. The only thing that competed with his screams were the sound of powerful gurgles and slurping that dragged my new neighbour closer and closer to his fate. Soon his face slid past my lips and I savoured the last of the taste of panic and fear, before letting out one more strained gllrk.

My neck bulged as the sounds of Peter's screams moved their way downwards, muffled and terrified. A final dropping sensation reverberated through me as the last of my meal fell into my belly. With the new weight added, I stumbled over to the sofa, allowing myself to relax under the weight of an entire man.

As I let out a strong exhale, an involuntary bouuuuurp made its way past my lips, echoing throughout the living room and allowing my stomach to compress its new victim. From within, Peter was letting out screams, pleads and begs as he struggled to accept his new fate. I heard none of this. His frantic struggles were far too relaxing for me to pay attention to anything at that point in time. My belly shook, distended and vibrated below me, as it acclimatised to its new meal.

"Welcome to the-uurp- neighbourhood, man" I said, stifling another burp. "Shame you didn't get to spend much time here, folks are really friendly! I'm sure the estate agent will be happy the house is on the market again, though."

My boredom was now cured and my hands fondled the newly grown orb below me. I could start to hear Peter's screams pick up as my belly kicked itself into gear, properly starting to break down and digest its food. I just let out another contented sigh, slowly drifting into a food coma while the man inside me got absorbed into nutrients and calories. When I woke up 2 hours later his screams had been silenced, and my body claimed the rest of him over the next 24 hours.

“Alright now,” Killian said as he dealt the next hand. “You know the rules, James. What are you willing to bet in place of clothes? Otherwise, you’re out for the night, and gotta pay up.”

James fully intended on not losing tonight. He very rarely loses, and never has to do the embarrassing things that the first loser has to do. Tonight, the first loser has to take a 10” dildo up the ass for an hour, and suck off anyone who might be in the mood tonight. And seeing that Duncan was so close behind, he HAD to keep trying. Even if it meant losing some of his stuff.

“Just name it,” James said. “I ain’t being your bitch tonight!”

The guys smiled and pondered for a bit, until Randy, the youngest of the bunch at 35 y/o spoke up. “How bout we get one of your boys for an hour?” He suggested with a devious grin. “I see the tall one lookin at me n’ Killian every time we’re here. I wanna see what that dude learned in college.”

“Hell yeah,” Duncan said as he sat up straight with excitement.

“Oh, so when did you suddenly become interested in men?” James asked Duncan with a frustrated look. This was the last thing he’d expected to be asked for from the group. “Thought you were the straightest one in the group!”

“I don’t want ‘em for my dick,” Duncan said with a smack of his gut.

James’ face went from red to white in an instant. He’d known Duncan indulged in other people on occasion, but this was the first time he’d been so up front about it.

“No,” James threw up his hands. “Absolutely not. Maybe for what Randy wants, but I’m not letting one of you turns one of my boys into a meal.”

“Oh so you’re volunteering yourself?” Randy mocked

“What?! N..no way!” James was completely flabbergasted.

“Alright then, I’ve got the dildo in my bag, and I can see Randy is horny tonight, so I’d imag…”

“I didn’t say I was out!” James raised his voice.

“Ya you are if ya can’t give your bet!” Randy countered. “Come on, either make the bet, or I’m whipping my dick out for ya!”

James sat dumbfounded, still not sure how it went from a harmless game of strip poker, to betting his sons like a burger. But after thinking on it a while, he decided to keep his pride.

“Fine, it’s a bet.”

Every man smiled, some eager to claim a prize, others eager to see how it played out. They picked up their cards, and immediately James knew it was bad. As things went on, and cards were traded, they began to play their hands. James had three 10s. Harry and Randy both fared better, but then Duncan slapped his hand down, and to James’ horror, saw a straight flush.

“Aight bud,” Duncan said as he stood up and shuffled toward the hallway. “Which room is Alex’s. I wanna tasted that layer of fat he came back from college with!”

“No!!” James grabbed Duncan’s arm, pulling on him to stop him. “Please, there’s a ton more stuff here you can have! Please just let him be!”

“I’m hungry, dammit! So unless you have,” he looked James up and down, “another tasty guy I can have, I’m putting that boy in my belly. Try and stop me and you’ll be the appetizer!” Duncan opened him mouth unnaturally wide so that James could see down his cavernous throat, the smell of beer wafting up. James let go and stumbled back. He couldn’t get the words out, so he pointed to the right. Duncan smiled and disappeared down the hall, opened the first door on the right, shutting the door behind him.

Within seconds, the sound of a scuffle became loud, muffled yells made their way through the walls, followed by wet swallowing. James sat with his head in his hands as he waited. The other guys smiling as they drank their own beers, while Randy stood up, now naked, and walked to claim his own prize. James swallowed the 7 1/2” dick, working it as well as he could through his grief.

“Y’all think he’ll still be moving when he comes out?” Randy said with his head tilted back in ecstasy.

UUURRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPP

The massive burp rattled loudly, sending Randy over the edge as he thrust deeper into James’ throat. As he came down from his orgasm, the door reopened, and first exited a massive, squirming gut, then followed Duncan. James looked in shock as the stomach clearly showed the outline of his son.

“Whew, he was a thousand times tastier than I imagined! Y’all ready for another round?”

James lunged at Duncan, furious that he’d actually turned his son into a late night meal, but James just stuck out his foot and tripped him.

“Now, that wasn’t very friend-like. Guess if we aren’t friends anymore, then I don’t need to feel bad about this,” and with that, he grabbed James and shoved his head in his mouth, slurping hard. The others watched as he quickly pulled him in up to his chest, his tongue tasting everything. Gulp after gulp brought him in to his feet, which Duncan took the time to taste thoroughly before the final *guuuuullpppp*. Everyone watched as his gut swelled to a massive size, Harry covering his ears as he knew what came next.

BRRRRRAAAAAAUUUUUUUUPPPP

This belch outbelched the first one, pulling his belly right around its captives. He looked over at Randy and frowned.

“I figured you would have used him already.”

“I did,” Randy said, holding his dick which was rock hard again. “That was just a bit much to watch, plus I’m perpetually horny, so I’m gonna have to jerk soon.”

Everyone laughed. Duncan let out some more smaller burps, the movement in his gut slowing as the minutes went by. Everyone was picking up and getting ready to leave when Randy asked:

“How the fuck are ya supposed to drive home like that?”

“I’m not,” Duncan replied, rubbing over his belly. “I’m just gonna crash in James’ bed, since he don’t need it anymore. Besides, I’ve got breakfast in that last bedroom!” They both chuckled.

“I gotcha. So… uh… can I like… watch that one, too?” Randy awkwardly asked.

"Alright, Everything is set. The turkey's done, the pies are made, and there's a lot more mash potatoes than last time." Jerry said proudly, gazing at the row of food aligned along the table.

"Wow, for someone so small you really know how to organize things" Miguel, his older brother commented.

"And your awfully tall for someone to make it into door frames with ease"

"Hehe, touché" Miguel stood closer as he joined him. Jerry standing no more than knee height as he stood upon a ladder. "So, is everything ready for everyone."

"You bet it is, I've arranged for everything to be just the right amount. Everyone will have their share fill, and they'll be begging to come back for seconds.

"That's if they don't get through the appetizers first, can never forget Aunt may's face when she got to the chicken." Miguel said.

"Pfft, don't remind me" Jerry laughed back, a hand landing on his shoulder.

"Hehe. Don't worry, I'm sure the dinner's gonna go great this time." Miguel assured, drawing Jerry close to his side for a hug. The doorbell soon ringing as Miguel turned towards the front. "Looks like that's the folks, We'd best let them in before they get restless.

"Yeah we probably should." Jerry agreed. following Miguel into the hall, they made their way through the house as they went for the door. Opening it for their awaiting guests as they proceeded to head inside. Miguel and Jerry stepping off to the side, as they presented their home to the family. "Hey Aunt May, Glad you could make it this year." Jerry greeted.

"Nice to see you again deary"

"Butch! Still throwing for the baseball league?" Miguel asked happily.

"you bet I am! Got one of our big games next week!"

The rooms would be filled with their loved ones as they made their way through the house. The Aunts and Granchildren mingling amongst each other in the dining room, as the rest of the family talked about how things went outside. As they did, Jerry would be among them as he joined in the stories that they all had. Throwing in a bit of his own to increase the joy and laughter from each of them. But as everyone started to quiet down, he proceeded to the kitchen to prepare the table. "Miguel, I'll be back in a sec. I gotta get the food set for everyone.

"Alright, Don't take long now." Miguel responded, Jerry giving him a confirmed nod before disappearing into the hallway.

"Okay, the folks are all settled down now, that gives me the perfect opportunity to get things." Jerry said, dashing down the hall as he entered into the kitchen. "Let's see, The turkey will be in the center so everyone can reach it, and the potatoes will rest along the side for everyone to pass around. Yes, yes! This gonna be perfect!" Entering into the kitchen, he pictured his family around the table, syked about impressing them as he shimmied his way inside. It was grand, everyone had there share fill. The sound of laughter, the sound of chatter, the sound of..munching? "Huh?" Jerry snapped out of his thought, the muching sound still lingering as it came from behind the door.

Creaking it open, he peeked inside to see what it was. Pausing in place as he gazed at the table that was set. A leg would be missing from the turkey, the tray of mash potatoes was messed with as the white contents inside was barely visible from the left side. The trail of Disarray continued along the others of food left on the table, the sound of munching coming off to the right, as Jerry's gaze snapped towards it. Along the edge of the table, a very bulky figure would be standing there. Fiddling with the tray in front of them as bits of sweet potatoes splashed onto fabric. His physique unknown to him as they stood tall along the table. But there was one thing he recognized from it all, a Dolphin's football cap as fuzz from the shortly trimmed hair stuck out from. "Uncle Ryan?!"

"Huh, oh hey short britches"

"What did you do to the food?!" Jerry yelled, rushing to the table as he checked the rest of the treys.

"Nothing..at least not much. Wanted to grab a plate ahead of time to avoid the line. Why?"

"It's not ready yet that's why! Just look at the mash potatoes, half the corner's gone."

"You bet it is, that stuff really hit the spot this time round. Was just thinking about going for seconds after I finish this plate." Ryan said, his gaze never moving from the plate as he stirred the food around. Scooping bits of potatoes and peas together on the spoon before raised it up for a bite.

"Give me that!" Jerry barked, jumping up as he managed to snatch his uncle's plate from him. Almost slipping on himself as the food danced around the edge of dish. "You need to put everything back the way it was uncle, the others are hungry out there." He said. Caught off guard as his uncle's belly scooped into his torso. Lifting him up off the ground as his legs dangled in the air.

"Put everything back? Hard to do that when its already stewing in my gut" Ryan replied, scooping the plate out of Jerry's hand. Continuing where he left off as he grabbed the turkey. Taking a bite out of it as he savored the salt and peppered seasoning that mixed along his tastebuds. But couldn't focus on it long before flailing arms reached for the plate. Raising it higher in response.

"Give me the food!" Jerry gritted.

"Short britches, Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"As long as Im still in this kitchen, you're have to wait like the rest uncle Ryan."

"Alright, fine." Ryan nonchalantly said, grabbing the neck of the Jerry's collar before hoisting him off of his belly. Hovering him overhead as his feet kicked the open air, but stopped as he used his free hand to hold them down.

"What are you doing?!" Jerry yelled.

"Since you won't leave me be, I'm putting you somewhere you can still be in the kitchen. But not in the kitchen."

"What?.." Jerry puzzled at the phrase, gazing at his uncle for a more clear answer. But received none, instead, he only received a look from him as his tongue glossed over his lips. His mouth opening up wide before he felt himself start to lower towards it. "woah woah wait, what are you-"

Squelch! Before he could prepare himself, his feet were shoved inside his uncle's mouth as the lips fumbled to insert his heel inside. The hand along them dumping them into the gullet behind, the legs following after them as his rear sat along Ryan's nose. "Hey! Hey! I'm not food! When the family hears about this you are so-hrgh!" A hand cut off Jerry's speech as it held firmly against his face. Pushing more of him further into the mouth as his waist slipped roughly off the nose. Filling the mouth for a partial moment before a gulp sent it into the tube. As his shoulder blades enjoying inside the mouth, Ryan's arms let go before the head tilted backwards.

**Gulp..Gulp...Gulp**

"No no no! He-" Gulp! The tongue and the roof of the mouth closed together over Jerry's head. Sending his words into short muffles as his arms flailed to get free. But to no avail, with another hefty gulp, they too were pulled into the confines of Ryan's gullet. The muscles within Dragging them down to join the rest.

"Nothing personal short britches" Ryan croaked with a bit of Jerry still in his throat, heaving it down with a forceful gulp "but im too hungry to argue." With a hefty breath, he felt jerry sink inside him. His belly extending slightly as more of his gut spilled over his waist. The faint sound of sloshes echoing within, little bulges stretching across the surface, but barely enough to make a significant dent in the bulky skin. Giving his belly a soft rub, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Say unc., Did Jerry come in here? I can't seem to find him."

"Oh yeah, he came in. Said he wanted to head to the store for one last thing for the food." Ryan replied, pulling the end of his shirt back over the exposed skin of his belly.

"He forgot something? Not like him to forget things"

A sudden jolt collided into Ryan's belly as it bounced slightly to the side. Ryan quickly to jump on its movement as he swayed his body with it to play it off. "Oh yeah, he was chewing himself out on it too. Happens to us all am I right?"

"Yeah, that's true. Well then we'd better get the food set before the others get restless. I'll go wash my hands real quick and we'll set it together."

"Take your time." Ryan responded, watching as Miguel made his way out to the hall. Gazing down at his belly soon after, the jolt from before soon retrurning as he drawed a hand over it once more.

Mmph..mff..let me out-mff" Jerry's voice muffled within, barely audible past the bellies surface as the churns of the stomach drowned out most of it.

"Can't have you kicking around in there like that at the table short britches. Im gonna have to work harder to keep you under wraps." Holding onto his belly, he took in a deep breath before he heaved his belly inwards. Squashing the round belly against the rest of his body while squeezing the abdominal muscles within. "Hgh!..Hgh!" He grunted with press, the sensation within becoming slightly faint with each stride as the muscle's of his stomach compact together. Finishing, he let go of his stomach. Its form still keeping its round shape, but partially reduced the round belly was more firm. More stiff as the struggles within barely moved the skin. "There, thay outta do it. You just relax in there, I'll be sure to eat lot's of food for the both of us." He said to his stomach, patting his stomach firmly before trotting off to join Miguel.

Meanwhile inside, Jerry would face the abrupt force of his uncle body. All around him would be nothing but pink walls as they wiggled around with step Ryan would take. Bits of turkey and mash potatoes dripping off the wall while most of it collected into his lap. "Uncle Ryan!" Jerry yelled out. Pushing against the walls in front, but went nowhere as the muscle held firm. Squeezing into him more as the pile of junk food rose up to his torso. "You can't keep me in here! You hear me? I refuse to stay in here!" He tried pulling his arm back to punch at the surrounding wall, trying his best to turn to add more room, but it wouldn't budge. His punch came off as a light pat as the walls absorbed the blow. Forcing him back into his compressed state as the walls moved around him like waves. Singing its gastric squelches into his ears while the stride from Ryan rocked him in place. That is, until the sudden sound of laughter pierced the churns. His ears perking up as he rose his head near the wall to hear what was happening. Barely audible, he could hear the sounds of his folks from all around. The sounds of plates clanging together, the sounds of moving chairs as their sharp squeaks pierced the laughter. Hey. Hey! Can you guy's hear me?! Help!" He yelled out to them, pressing into the wall to make himself known. But the wall pushed back against him, poking into his face as something solid stuck out on the end. Locking him in place as he had no choice but to continue pushing. But a drop of sludge soon landed across it head, drawing his attention up to the ceiling. The sphincter above dripped potatoes out its center, peas squeezing out from the center as bits of it landed on his hair. "Stop eating out there while in here! Uncle Ryan! Anyone!"

"Mmff!...Mphh!" Noises manages to pierced through Ryans belly. Hidden away underneath the table as it was pushed against it.

"Ah finally, a place to get my aching body a rest" Ryan soothed, adjusting himself along the chair to nuzzle him closer to the food.

"You said it Ryan, all that traveling to get here really tires a guy out" one of the family chimed in. Passing around a portion of peas to the folks around the table. Ryan taking another big scoop of it as it passed it along to the others.

"Thank you." He said to them, taking another spoonful of peas as he dipped it into the mash potatoes. Scooping it up into a big pile as he inserted it into his mouth. Sending it down to his belly below, he felt it trickle off the sodes of his throat before it collected inside. Joining Jerry inside as his stomach tossed and turned underneath the seat.

"Are you sure Jerry is gonna make it back in time? I wouldn't want him to miss out on the dinner" Miguel said worried. "Maybe I should call him."

"I'm sure he's fine.." Ryan butted in, taking a swig of his drink before he leaned back into his chair. "he's probably just around the corner- Oof!" Ryan was caught off guard by sudden kick inside him as he let himself relax partially. Bumping into the side of the table as it shook the pitchers around. Sucking his stomach back in, he moved away from the table as he proceeded to get up.

"Woah, Unc.!"

"Are you alright deary"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!" Ryan quickly assured "Just a hiccup that caught me slippin'. Let me take care of that real quick." He hurried out into the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom. Fanning away any of the members that wanted to come with him. Closing the door, he let out a slight sigh. Resting ontop of the top of the of toilet. "That was close, almost blew it there.." He muttered to himself, the kick inside begin to start up once more. "hmph!.." He laughed partially, loosening his gut as his belly spilled out at once. Bouncing off at his waist, an outline of Jerry followed along with it. A ghostly face stretching into its surface.

"ughh it's a mess in here!"

"You really gotta mind your manners at the table Jerry. Didn't your dad teach you not kick family."

"When your outside! Not stuck in a stomach!"

"Same thing." He responded. Jerry starting to stretch out from his stomach, but pulled it back as he wrapped his hands around his gut. Swirling it around heavily as the sounds of liquids shuffled around. "Don't get so energetic, we still got a long night before dinner's done."

"mff..mffph."

**knock knock knock**

"Hey Uncle Ryan, is everything okay in there?"

"Op, looks like I'd best head back out there." Hoisting his belly upwards, he heaved his stomach towards him again as he inhaled deeper. Sucking his stomach back up as the round gut morphed back into its slim form. Rolling his shirt over it, he flushed the toilet before he grabbed a strip of toilet paper. Opening the door as Miguel was on the other end. "Sorry about that Miguel, the chicken was calling for it's exit. But I'm good now." He assured, pretending to dry off his hands. Guiding Miguel back to the table as he followed with him.

"Hrgh!..Hrgh!.." Jerry struggled from inside, The walls growing ever more closer. tenderizing firmly against his body, the contents within rosed up to his torso as the chewed meat seeped underneath his arms. Their soggy touch wiggling underneath his pits, making him quiver slightly as he did his best to adjust himself. But it couldn't be helped, soon the familiar push from before would return. Pinning him against the other side of the stomach, as the sphincter above slowly opened back up. Dropping more bits of food into the chamber, sploshing ontop of Jerry with a slick descent, as Jerry had no choice but to endure it.

**An hour later**

Alright everyone it's getting late, Me and the boys are gonna head home. It was good spending time with ya again." One of the family members announced.

"Yeah we'll head out too, gotta catch the flight for tomorrow. But we'll call before we leave."

As most of the area started to die down, the other family members that stayed around the table got up to say goodbye to those who left. Leaving only Ryan and Miguel at the table, a plate still in his uncle's hands as he spooned in the last bit of potatoes. Placing it back onto the table before scooping his chair back to leave room. "Oh man, I don't think I could eat another bite. You two really hit the spot with the chicken." Ryan commented.

"Heh, you got Jerry to thank for that one. Spend most of the day seasoning the thing before you guys arrived. i'll be sure to tell him you liked.

"Oh I'm sure he knows." He assured, a hand rubbing along his gut underneath the table. Pushing himself out more, Ryan soon got up from the table. "Welp, I'd best get some shut before I head back on the road. Wanna beat the sun before it heads down."

"You Don't have to dtive back to the hotel Unc., you can rest hear before you decide to head out."

"you sure Miguel, I wouldn't wanna be a bother to you and Jerry."

"Nonsense, your family afterall. Besides,We've got plenty of rooms for ya sleep in." Miguel went behind Ryan as he hoisted him forward "Come on, up you go."

"Heh, well I guess a bed would be than those stiff ones at the hotel" Ryan agreed. Slightly enjoying the push along his back, as the two of them made their way into the hall. Settling into one of the rooms further ahead, Uncle Ryan sat along the king sized bed.

"You need Anything else before I turn in?"

"No no, Im good for the night. Thank you Miguel."

"No problem" Closing the door, he began to trail off into down the hallway "Now to figure oit where Jerry went. He missed the whole thing."

"Ahh..finally" Ryan laid onto his side "Now I can let it all out."

Undoing his shirt, he tossed it off to.the side. Taking in a hefty breath as he adjusted himself along the head of the bed. Then with a swift exhale, his gut thrusted forward as his stomach returned to its ball shaped form. Jerry's presence becoming more known as he stretched out a hand from underneath. "So Jerry, what did you think of the chicken? I thought it was a nice touch with the seasoning."

"Hard to tell when its coates in gunk Uncle Ryan!"

"Oh don't be like that, you're the one that provoked me remember." He held his hand along his belly firmly. Jostling the sides slowly as the entire stomach wobbled in place. It was like playing with a beach ball s his hands sunk into the warmth of the skin. " besides, you wouldn't have missed out on much anyway. Just lots of chatter like usual. Save ya a plate too.

"Oh how generous of you." Jerry snarked. The stomach rolling along its side as the food within sloshed over him. Forcing him to adjust aimlessly as he reached around for a pocket of space. "Ugh.." He scoffed as he emerged. The wall in front of him caving in on his head.

"Aren't I a good uncle or what?" Ryan asked. Lightly rubbid a hand deeply into the bulge in his stomach as the movement underneath rubbed back. Drawing over the covers, he gave out slight yawn. Nuzzling into the back of the pillow. "You and are gonna be sharing a room tonight. Pretty snug I must say."

"Grrgh..grgh"

So as promised here in my pinned post, I owe you all a vore story, and I finally took the time to write one out. It's a proper short, ~5400 words. There are dad x son elements, but the vore itself is between the dad and a hookup from Grindr while the son... participates in his own way.

If you like and feel like supporting me, buying some of my erotica, whether it's Connor's TF stories or Luca's incest stories, would be cool af. No pressure though. Okay, here it goes:

#287

“I knew you would be back. Couldn’t find anyone to pick you up hunh? This ain’t the States. This is Saskatchewan. We are in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I got my rest in my comfy bed. Where did you sleep last night?... It may be summer, but it can get cold up here. Supposed to rain later on today. Let me just skip to it. If you want me to take you to Vancouver, you know what I’m expecting from you, my dick in you when I want….

I woke up to a hungry hookup beside me, having stayed so late that it was pretty much time for lunch. We couldn’t agree on what we should both eat, so he came up with an idea to help us make a decision. “How about this, if you can make me cum from inside my gut within an hour, I’ll let you choose. Otherwise, I pick what I get to eat.”

I figured this was a bet I could win given how easily I’d pleasured him the night before, so I allowed him to swallow me whole. He promised to make the process quick so we could get on with the wager we’d made, but I could tell from the way his tongue massaged my body that he was taking his time to try and satisfy his hunger temporarily using my natural flavour.

Regardless, I had no choice but to let him enjoy the process until he finished gulping me down his tight throat, and packed me away deep inside his gut. I went straight to groping and kneading at the soft, slimy walls surrounding me in an attempt to arouse him. Despite his shaft being rock hard the whole time, he persevered and managed to resist the temptation to let this pleasurable massage push him over the edge.

After an hour had finally passed, he gave his belly a hard slap and commanded me to stop moving. Winning control over his choice of lunch seemed to make him think he had full control over me as well. I only realised how true that was after I asked what he was having, to which he rudely responded, “You of course, idiot.”

With a rumbling belch, the walls of his gut contracted and squeezed me tightly. He jostled his big belly to stimulate his digestive system to kick into action, sloshing me around in the warm fluid that began to pour into his stomach. He only needed to do this for a few seconds before relaxing to enjoy my panicked struggles, allowing the blissful feeling to fill his body and finally cause him to shoot his load.

You and your best friend are sitting at a bus stop, chatting and laughing. You look away for a few minutes to check your phone, and when you look back, all you see are the kicking feet of your best friend as a 6'7" pred lifts him up, half his torso already down his throat.

You try to pull your friend out, thinking about how you've been friends since childhood, how he's the only best friend you have, but you aren't strong enough against the strength of this pred's throat. He swats you away and rights himself up, making a straight tunnel down. Your friend's feet are still moving, and you can hear his faint yells from the pred's stomach as his head finally pokes into it. It only takes three gulps, and you watch as his feet sink down into the pred's mouth before disappearing.

He closes his mouth and belches loudly, completely ignoring you as he turns around and walks away, rubbing his heavy stomach.

You follow after, crying and begging him to spit out your best friend. He turns around and says, "He's dead. Get over it."

All you can ask is, "Why?"

He shrugs and says as if he was just talking about the weather, "I was hungry." And he leaves.

i love this! please send more scenarios!

imagine he doesn’t walk away, just sits and waits on the bus with you. for the next 20 minutes you’re forced to listen to your best friend screaming over the deafening gurgles of the 6’7 pred brutally digesting him. you can feel the heat radiating from his bulging gut, his black compression shirt riding up over his gut, revealing a wiry happy trail that ends in a throbbing hard on (seems he’s enjoying your pal’s thrashing). he looks pregnant, and if it weren’t for the humanoid shapes in his gut, and the constant belching/gurgling, no one would be able to tell your friend is being condemned to a painful death inside this stranger’s gastric torture chamber

you can see the shifting indents of your friend, the bulges of knees and elbows sliding across the taut flesh. fleeting handprints and a screaming face visible at towards the top of his ballgut… and the pred just lightly drums the top of his gut as it sits in his lap, ignoring both you and your friend’s pleading.