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After my third breakfast I was feeling heavy in the car. Maybe having breakfast three times a day and eating enough for three each time is making me a greedy hog.

Buuuuurrrppp. It's Fat Belly Friday. Watch me bloat my tank.

I just got home from the gym, still pumped after out-lifting that whole pack of cocky college frat preds. They were flexing hard, talking shit like they ran the place, but I shut them up quick by shoving each one down my throat right there in the locker room. Swallowed the whole group one after another, felt all that muscle and attitude bulging out my gut the whole drive back.

Now I am sitting here on the bed rubbing this hairy belly, letting out some long deep farts while they churn down into nothing. My gut has been working them over real nice the last couple hours.

About to head to the toilet and show them their final place. Gonna drop a massive group load, thick heavy logs sliding out slow with their frat gear tangled up in the mess, bones cracking as those solid skulls stretch my hole wide one by one. Gonna leave a fat steaming pile in the bowl that used to be a whole crew of preds.

Fat Friday!

Have a great weekend!

Hey all! I have written my first full-length story is YEARS (there are a few on Voreplay from way back in the day). I have a few quite fun idea rolling around in my mind, so if you all enjoy this, I'll be whipping a lot more to come. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gobbler’s Grove

Pulling into the parking lot, the group of young men crammed into the tight station wagon collectively breathed a sign of relief.

“Damn,” said Monty, a handsome, athletic guy and oldest of the group at 31 with shoulder length, wave dark locks and warm hazel eyes. “We’re finally here! The directions to this place were way off.”  The group had headed out into the country for some thrilling autumnal fun, hearing about this spooky corn maze with interesting reviews – hailed as a “chilling immersive experience” online. They had gotten lost and spent an hour and half looking for “Cobbler’s Grove” after taking a wrong turn and driving through a wooded area for quite some time.

“Well look on the bright side, there’s practically no one here! We must have missed the rush.”  Rex, the stocky, square-jawed swarthy 30-year-old zipped up his hoodie and opened the passenger door.

“I don’t think is the right place guys,” noted Casper, as he pushed his glasses up on his nose, a fairly slender, mousey guy who was also the tallest of the group at 6’4”, despite being the youngest at 28.  “I thought it was Cobbler’s Grove. That sign says Gobbler.”  He pointed to the wooden sign at the end of the mostly empty lot with the name “Gobbler’s Grove” in big bold letters. “Well, it must have been spelled wrong online, and that’s why it took us forever to get here, right?” Piped up Julian, a peppy slim yet muscular guy with a tightly cropped short haircut and trim goatee. He flashed a big grin. “We made it!” He prods Monty to open the door so he can get out from the center of the seat as the final boy, Amir, exited from the other side – the quietest of the group with a similar stocky build to Rex, but a bit smaller and rounder in stature. Amir and Julian were both aged in the middle of the group at 29.

“I don’t know man, something about this place gives me the creeps. I expected this place to be packed!”  Casper glanced at his watch. “It’s 10:46, we wanted to get here just before 9 – that’s still early for these types of haunted attractions. I thought this place was supposed to be good.”

Julian smacked him a bit too firmly on the back. “It will be good! We’re here now, let’s just enjoy ourselves.”  The group headed toward the small building that had a farmer’s market set up outside with pumpkins, gourds, and cornstalks, and despite the lights being on, the place was completely deserted. “I don’t know guys, maybe Cass is right.” Amir piped up. “Where is everyone? Maybe they’re closed.”

“Nope!” beamed Rex and pointed to a sign up by the check-out register. “Look, they left a sign.”  The boys all gathered together to see a piece of paper with the message:

HAD TO RUN OUT, WILL BE BACK SOON. IF YOU’RE HERE FOR THE CORN MAZE, HEAD DOWN THE HILL. CASH ONLY.

Rex and Julian high-fived with a cheer. “See? We made it! Stop worrying. This is SUPPOSED to be fun and spooky. Maybe this is part of it, who knows!  They did say it was a chilling immerse experience, after all.”  Julian said cheerfully.

Amir glances at Casper and shoots him a smile and shrug. “Well, I guess we’re just shaken up from getting lost for an hour and half. Maybe you’re right Jules.” Casper gives a deep sigh of relief in return. “But uh, I didn’t bring cash. I can Venmo you Monty?” 

A couple of the other boys chime in that they also forgot any cash, to which Monty rolls his eyes and responds, “alright, fine, I just hope I have enough. I don’t see an ATM here anyway… let’s get down that hill.”

As they boys make their way down the winding path, they begin to liven up a bit. A clear dirt path led to the extremely large, almost imposing corn maze in the distance – despite being lit by lampposts, it gave a very chilling foreboding feeling, the brisk fall air making them shiver in anticipation. Eventually, they made their way to the maze and the booth at the entrance.

Behind a counter underneath a tent stood the first person they’d seen since arriving – a bear of a man with a face like a wolf. He stood just over six feet, broad and burly and imposing.  He looked to be almost 40 with a broad and beefy set of shoulders and two strong arms that showed off a thick layer of hair over a thick assortment of tattoos – at least on his forearms, which were exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of the flannel shirt the man was wearing along with a cap and suspenders that held up a pair of rugged jeans, which somewhat accentuated a round gut that hang from the strong man.  He had a bushy beard and mustache with what could only be described as a “hungry smirk” speaking through, as it matched his green tilted eyes as he watched the boys approach. Clipped to the suspenders was a name tag that identified him as “Adam.”

“Welcome boys! How many – five?” He said in a husky voice as the group approached, his eyes darting to each of them, before looking up the hill to see if anyone was trailing along. “Yep, just the five of us – how much?” asked Monty.

“$10 each.”

Monty flipped through his wallet, pulling out an assortment of bills. “Damn guys – only $46… does anyone have any singles?”  

The four others looked back blankly, before Adam spoke up, “tell you what I’ll cut you a deal. $46 it is.”  He flashed a wide grin of sparkling white teeth that made him look even more lupine than before.

“Wow, thanks Man!” Monty said handing them over. The boys all exchanged glances, some excited, some tentative, some surprised.

After pocking the cash, Adam licked his chops and lead the guys to the entrance of the maze, opening a rusty metal gate that covered the entrance, connected to a fence that seemed to surround the entire maze. “Alright boys,” the bear growled standing firmly, somehow his spherical gut feeling more pronounced without the counter in front of him. “Your goal is to find the exit before it’s too late. This,” he said motioning the gate before them “is not the exit – you’ll be locked in from this side.”  A chill ran up all the young men’s spines as they stepped over the threshold to the maze. I’ll lock up.” he paused, and his eyes narrowed further “and give you a head start.”  The group stared at each other in silence, while beginning to walk down one of the rows leading away from the entrance. What did he mean by that? As they continued, they noticed something strange – instead of seeing any gory scenes or character actors, it looked as though someone had strewn clothes haphazardly all over the maze. Hoodies, jackets, shoes, pants, socks, shirts, underwear… there were a few noticeable pieces of Halloween costumes. As they continued to walk along sometimes noticing a jock strap or harness every so often. “What the fuck?” Rex uttered.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of rapidly approaching steps, and all turned to see Adam sprinting surprisingly fast toward them for someone his size and age.  He zeroed on the group with a sinister and determined gleam in his eyes, and vicious scowl on his face. “RUN!!!” screamed Monty who took off, Rex and Julian in tow, leaving Amir and Casper as the man gained on them.

“Come on dude!” Casper tried pulling Amir, who just stood there and watched as the bear grew closer and closer, almost as if he were in shock.  “Guys, wait up!!” Casper yelled ahead to others and began to run toward them as well. Moments later, Casper skid to a halt as the sound of the man tackling Amir to the ground created an audible thud, and cause Amir to yelp in fear.

“Guys HELP!!  Guys – MontMMMMMMPHH” pleaded Amir, before being suddenly caught off. Casper watched from a distance in abject horror as Adam stretched his jaws impossibly wide, pushed Amir’s face into his tongue, and clamped down around his neck. Casper watched in horror as the man stood up, picking up Amir at the waist, and gave a resounding gulp that rang through Casper’s (and Amir’s) skull, watching as this monster swallowed his friend in to the chest.

Casper broke out of the trance and ran as fast as he could, hearing an additional two booming gulps as the man continued to swallow Amir alive and kicking.

From a bit more distance, Monty, Julian, and Rex squinted, not quite able to make out what was going on.  “What’s going on?” said Julian, a shakiness in his voice that wasn’t there before. “What’s that guy doing?”

As Casper approach he shouted, “He’s EATING him! Run!”

The other three exchanged glances. “What’d he say?” asked Rex.

Casper caught up to them and spun them in the direction of Adam and Amir. “LOOK!” From a distance they could just make out the man standing with his head tilted back, his big hairy belly beginning to jut out from the flannel now that buttons had popped off and Amir was starting to slide into it. Amir’s legs wheeled about in the air as the man continued to swallow noisily – even from a distance the distinct sound of loud, lurching gulps as they watched their friend vanish to the knees. The boys stood in shock, as this psychopath was fully rubbing his huge round gut as it swelled with his meal… but no not just a meal, that was their friend… Amir was in that guy’s stomach! Well… most of the way in anyway. Somehow, they couldn’t look away as in just a few more swallows the rest of Amir descended down into this bear’s belly.

For a few moments, everything stood silent – even the breeze had stopped. The four of them had watched another human being tackle and swallow their buddy whole and alive. All eyes were on that round hairy ball, and even from a distance they could see it bounce and sway and twitch as Amir struggled inside. Adam licked his lips and rubbed his belly, starting to take a few slow steps toward the group, as the clear and present danger soaked in for the rest of the guys.

“This guy’s gonna eat us…” squeaked Julian.

As if on cue, the man flexed his arms (and also, apparently his stomach).  “EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP!” An absolutely colossal belch tore through the air, causing the four remaining guys to take off in the opposite direction.  As the belch tapered off, they could hear the man giving a deep laugh followed by the slapping sounds as he smacked his Amir-filled gut. Curled up inside, Amir was thrashing as hard as he could, but it didn’t stop the pred from starting to slowly jog toward the boys, shouting, “So, which one of you tasty guys are next!?” to his future prey.

Up ahead, they successfully started putting some distance between them and the pred. As they rounded the corner, they saw a few different paths. “Come on, this way!”  Monty led the others, zigzagging through the maze as unpredictably as he could.

*We just need to get as far away from that guy* he thought as he ran. *Then we can make a plan.*  The boys legs began to burn as they tore through the maze, only hearing the blood pumping through them, eager to escape the monstrous man and his hungry belly. Rex and Monty sprinted up ahead with Casper just behind, and Julian trailing at the end of the group. He was used to running daily, but not under these terrifying conditions! His feet bounced the dirt, often kicking some of the random piles of clothes still littered about out the way. Suddenly, a chilling thought crossed his mind…. Did this guy eat ALL of these people!?  It’s like someone bought out a thrift store and dumped it as randomly as they could throughout this maze. As this occurred to him, he slipped on a sneaker in his way, and stumbled, falling face-first to the ground before bracing himself on impact.

“GUYS! WAIT!!!”  he screamed ahead, but the others were too focused on getting away from the predator that was tailing them. Julian shuddered and caught his breath, attempting to stand but his legs ached and burned from the running. His heart pumped in his chest, as he wobbled there for a moment, but just as he began to accelerate into a jog, he was hit on impact.

From another area of the maze, Monty, Rex, and Casper slid to a halt when they heard an awful, ear-piercing scream. Breathing heavily and looking wide-eyed into the night sky, they glanced around. “Where’s Jules?” shivered Casper. Fearing the inevitable, they took mere seconds to pause before slowly walking back the direction that they came in, or at least attempting to do so – every twist and turn looked the same, with no defining features except for smattering of clothes torn from past prey.

“Oh my god… did that guy get Julian?” asked Rex, the large guy somehow shrinking in fear.

“Well, who else could have screamed like that, I thought we were the only ones here!” stuttered Casper. “I knew something wasn’t right about this place…”

Monty took a deep breath and steadied himself. “Okay… what if this is all part of the act though? Like, maybe there’s an illusion at play here.  Like yeah, this looks like just your normal average corn maze, right?” He paused. “Well… yeah, I guess without all these clothes all over the place….” He bent down and picked up what looked like a pup mask that had been singed along the edges.

“We saw him eat Amir. He just swallowed him whole like a snake…” Casper said. “How is that special effects? We spoke to that guy, you handed him the money, he’s real…. Right?”

Another loud roar of a belch echoed through the maze at that moment, causing all three of them to look back in the direction where it came from.

“Fuck.” Rex said, his eyes glazed over.

“Okay, we cannot split up again.” Monty said.

“If we had waited up for Julian, that guy might already be gulping down one of us!” Casper shrieked. “I mean, I loved Amir and Jules, they’re… were… my buds? But…” he trailed off.

“Well, we’re a lot further in. It’ll be harder for him to find us.”

“What if he can smell us?” Rex piped up.

“Don’t be dumb, Rex.” snapped Monty.

“HE ATE OUR BROS!” shouted Rex before Monty and Casper shushed him.  “Sorry” he whispered, “but I think whatever we thought of as ‘reality’ is out the window.”

“Oh booooooooys…”

The three of them held their breath in unison as they heard the fourth voice in the distance… but not distant enough for comfort.

“You first two friends were delicious! *aaaauUUUUUUUURRRRRP* and are struggling reeeeeeaaal good in my gut… they’re shouting for you guys! I think they want you to join them.” They starting to walk briskly as they heard their pursuer continue. 

“Casper? Monty? Rex?” a loud chuckle boomed through the maze. “Those names sound tasty. Let’s reunite you guys! Come on now, don’t be scared. I don’t bite! Honest.”

“This guy is fucking crazy” whispered Rex.

They continued for a while, once in a while another taunt or belch would be heard throughout the maze, until eventually the three of them made their way to a clearing.  “I wonder if this is the middle of the maze…” Monty said.

“The middle? It feels like we’ve been running forever!” said Casper.

“Well, hopefully this means we’re getting close – maybe we’re halfway done!”

“What are we going to do about Amir and Jules?”

“Amir and Jules, huh?” a fourth voice chuckled.

The three stumbled backward as Adam sauntered into the clearing with a wicked grin on his face. “So that’s what these two are named.”  He gave his enormous belly a pat. The could clearly see the form of both of their friends curled up around each other inside – but the large hairy boulder was not moving. “Please let us go” stuttered Monty. “Hey, you boys know what you paid for. I even gave you a discount!”

“We had to pay for you to eat us?” retorted Rex.

The man laughed. “Well, when you put it that way it does seem a bit unfair.” He slapped his gut which wobbled a bit – maybe Amir and Julian were still alive in there after all. “But rules are rules and you guys gotta find the exit… before you end up in here.” He rubbed the side of his belly in a big circle, before suddenly jolting toward them. On instinct, Monty ran to the right, and Casper ran to the left, leaving the clearing, which meant that poor Rex was left in the middle. The pred advanced on him quickly, bumping him backward with the huge vore gut and pinning him to the thickly grown wall of corn behind him.

The man grunted hungrily. “Now I’ve been the most excited to catch you. Nice big beefy guy. You’re the perfect main course after these two appetizers here.” he said, nodding toward his belly. “A big meat slab like you must have a name like Rex, huh?”  Rex winced at the sound of his name, before gasping in horror as the man opened his mouth wide, but instead of being plunged into the darkness, the man’s thick tongue ran roughly across his face and neck.  Rex shivered as the man gripped him by the hips and felt that warm wet sensation spread over his neck. He could barely utter a word as he tasted him for what felt like forever, over only the course of a few minutes. Rex trembled in fear, completely petrified about what was to come, looking down at the round hairy stomach in front of him and his friends inside. Suddenly he felt his arm jerk upward as Adam slid his hand into his mouth. Rex locked eyes with the pred, who maintained his gaze as best he could while slurping Rex’s long, muscular arm up to the elbow, Rex shivering in dumbfounded fear. This man was actually tasting him, getting a preview of the flavor before he sends him down to be with Amir and Julian – one of which he could actually feel brushing against his fingers which had popped into his stomach. He shivered as the man’s tongue swiped over his armpit for a few moments, before, surprisingly, his arm slid out of the man’s jaws. Looking back into the man’s eyes, Rex watched him take a loud gulp of Rex-flavored drool, before giving a satisfied “ahhh sound,” and ripping a thick, deep belch right into Rex’s face, so loud that it made his ears ring. As the stomach gas wafted into his face, he could distinctly smell Julian’s cologne among other familiar scents.

“Scrumptious.” said Adam, before grabbing the back of Rex’s blocky head, and shoving him into his beaded maw. Rex immediately began to push, kick, and punch, but even with two other men already in his belly, it was no use – this guy knew what he was doing, and he was strong. Adam lifted Rex as he gulped, his jaws stretching over those wide shoulders and barrel chest. He effortlessly tore the jacket and shirt off of his prey with one hand, tossing it to the ground with the all the other remnants of souvenirs from past visitors to the maze, pushing his beefy meal further onto his palate, enjoying that firm meaty chest, all of those succulent muscles Rex had developed over the years, all to become a juicy steak for this bear of man.  Another gulp lurched him down further, the pred’s tongue digging into Rex’s belly button, moaning as he munched softly on the softer flesh of his prey’s small pot gut.  With Rex’s broad shoulders efficiently trapped in his gullet, his struggles grew increasingly futile as the pred tilted his head back, flipping Rex upside down, causing him to slide in six more inches, effectively leaving his lower half and his arms up to mid-forearm hanging out of his lips. He leaned back where Rex had previously stood, taking in his wide, beefy, flavorful third course, spending some time savoring this one – he had eaten Amir and Julian so quickly, eager to get them packed away, that he didn’t have a chance to really savor either of them.  And Rex was unquestionably the most delicious so far. Sometimes he got lucky, and his prey would unexpectedly enjoy being swallowed, and he really wanted Rex to add some additional flavor to this big meal. He reached into his mouth and with a quick tug, ripped off Rex’s boxer briefs exposing the most tantalizing and tender part of his prey.

With his head now plunging into the stomach, somehow sliding effortless in between the curled up bodies of Amir and Julian, Rex was both somehow in denial, but also almost light-headed in the effect of being swallowed by another man – especially with as large as he is – and as the pred continued to taste him,  he suddenly began to feel betrayed by his arousal.  Adam continues to tease him, noticing Rex’s breathing becoming deeper, and his legs lock as he grew harder and harder on his tongue. Paying attention to the rhythms of his big beefy meal, he continued to hold him there as Rex continued to grow embarrassed – getting eaten was making him horny? How was this possible? This pred was relentless and powerful and greedy – he shouldn’t be turned on, this was deadly!  But that tongue pressing into him felt so good….

Eventually Rex tensed up further, and as a moan and a jerk came from inside the stomach, the pred was rewarded. Adam moaned in unison, with a hearty chuckle, and as Rex’s orgasm subsided Rex was pushed further downward with a big gulp that swallowed him to mid-thigh.

The pred was eager to get his third course into his belly. Placing his hands on the expansive shelf of his vore gut, he chugged down the thick legs  to about mid-calf, before taking a deep breath, relaxing his throat, and in one final monumental gulp Rex shot downward and descended into the belly with his friends by the sheer forces of gravity and peristalsis alone.  The big bear groaned as Rex compacted down into the humid stomach with Amir and Julian.

Adam gathered his balance and drummed happily on his immense expanse of man-filled belly with a smack of his lips. “Ahh, that’s a good boy.”  He widened his stance, took a big inhale, and belched the name of his latest victim monstrously into the night: “RRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXX”

Individually, Monty and Casper slid to a halt when they heard their peruser announce the arrival of Rex in the boiling stomach.

And then there were two.

~~~

Casper zipped up his hoodie and took a moment to pause. Things seemed inevitable. Adam had already eaten most of his friends, he and Monty had separated, and he had no idea where he was. He didn’t want to call out to Monty in case Adam could hear either of them. He trudged along tirelessly wonder how he could make it out of this nightmare alive.

A few rows away though, Monty stood as quiet as possible against the walls of the maze, as he heard the lumbering footsteps of the pred just on the other side of his row. Monty breathed as silently as he could as he listened to the sounds on the other side of the wall of corn, determined to not reveal his location. Adam on the other side was clearly beginning to feel full with the addition of Rex as he rubbed over the immense mountain of belly in front of him. Monty could hear the intense sloshing sound as the pred grabbed the sides of his gut and shook it up and down, the sound of his friends inside groaning and glorping, and very muffled moans of what he assumed to be only Rex in there. Monty thought of what it must be like for his friends inside that man’s stomach. Cramped, hot, stuffy – it must be hard to breathe, and after all, a stomach has a job.  Imagining what it must be like as the stomach acids rise over his friends, making them tingle and numb as digestion settles in…

At that moment Monty is ripped from his thoughts as a huge belch rolls out of Adam’s throat, followed by a short laugh, and an “oof.”

Monty can hear the bear’s heavy breaths, as the ominous gurgling of his belly became louder. Monty listens in pure shock– he’s digesting them. It’s actually happening. Adam speaks to Rex, and ultimately himself, “Damn, Rex, you were bigger than I thought, and I still have two more meals to join you.  We gotta speed this up a bit, I wanna get in bed and enjoy digesting you guys.”  Suddenly, the pred pumps out a series of defeating, proud belches, one right after the other. The sounds of his stomach whining and bubbling grow louder, and then with a sudden thick crunch as the pred flexes his stomach around his friends, and Monty’s jaw drops. Any remaining thought that this could be special effects dissipates…  either he gets out of here, or he’s going to end up with his friends inside this monster.

Adam sighs happily and pats his belly. “There you go. Digest for papa bear.”  He looks down and continues to flex his gut around his prey, causing additional commotion inside as the three boys are compressed tighter into a ball. Monty meanwhile cannot believe this is happening. Without thinking straight, his breath quickens, and he lets out a terrified whimper, before smacking his hand in front of his mouth.

Big mistake.

Adam freezes, listening intently for any potential sound. Even with three men digesting in his stomach, he gently and silently approaches the same wall that Monty is against on the other side, sniffing the air trying to get any potential signal from his next meal. He narrows his eyes, as he gently pushes a few stalks out of the way, trying to see any glint of movement. Meanwhile, Monty doesn’t move a muscle. This guy is big and strong, and he wouldn’t doubt for a second that he could flatten those stalks if he’s eager enough to get to him – either he has to book it in either direction and hope that he's not running toward his eventual captor, or he can wait it out until he loses interest. 

Suddenly, the worst possible thing happens.

His phone vibrates.

Shaking, he stares at the lit-up screen in his hand, one unread text from Casper. Okay, good, Casper is safe. He enters his code into the phone, but before he can read the text, a hairy, tattooed arm reaches through the wall of corn behind him, and grabs him by the collar, tugging him quickly backward. Monty screams as he’s pulled through the other side, and quickly into the dark throat, as the pred pries the phone from his hand, and begins to swallow his fourth meal of the night.

~~~

“Come on Monty…. please respond…. Casper stares at the phone screen as he walks along the maze, hoping for either a signal from his only remaining friend (or so he thinks), or some sign that the end of the maze is near. Even if he did get out, Monty is the one who drove them there. He has the keys to his car, and they’re in the middle of nowhere. He starts to shiver as the combination of exertion, fear, and the chill of the night shakes him. He walks in silence for about ten minutes before his phone finally buzzes.

Casper swipes into his phone faster than he ever has and breathes a sigh of relief. He reads the text from Monty: “you okay?” Casper responds with a little hop of excitement: “Yeah, you?” “Yep, I just heard the guy in the row next to me, but I don’t think he heard me. Where are you? We gotta meet back up.”

“Here let me send my location.”

The map pops up into the text conversation and Casper breathes a sigh of relief. Okay! This is a good sign. Monty’s the smart one, once he finds me, we can get out of here. He starts walking more briskly, hoping that he’s going in the right direction. He walks in silence for about 5 minutes continually checking his phone. Ten minutes, and still nothing.

“You close?”

A moment later, “Yeah, almost there.”

Casper stops for a moment and thinks. Why is he moving? It’ll be much easier for Monty to find him if he stays in one spot. He looks around at the same sort of scenery he’s been looking at for hours now. Glancing at his phone again, he notices the time – 2:17 a.m. Dang, if they get home by sunrise that would be a miracle at this point.

Stuffing his phone back in his pocket, he simply takes a deep breath and waits. He starts looking around this part of the maze and all of the clothes and other items around him.  A pair of hiking boots. A backpack with a few unopened beers spilling out of them. A leather jacket, ripped at the seams as it was probably torn off of some unlucky guy as he was eaten alive. Casper shivers – these all used to belong to people – people who are now a part of that big bear of a pred. He sighs thinking about Amir, Julian, and Rex – it's such a shock that he doesn’t even internalize that three of his friends have been eaten. But luckily Monty is oka….

With a sudden bump from behind, Casper spills forward and falls to the ground. He braces himself and looks up to see a big, round hairy gut in his face – but it looks different from the last time when only Amir and Julian were in there. There’s clearly a very large ball compacted in there, larger than just Amir and Julian – but along with it is a fresh squirming outline of another person. 

“Monty’s here!” Adam laughs. Even with four men packed in his gut, he reaches down and picks Casper up by his shirt with ease.

 *bbuuuUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP!*

Adam unleashes a primal, domineering belch in his final meal’s face, so loud that the lenses in his glasses crack.

“Mmm, time for dessert! I was hoping you’d be the last one to join the party in my belly.” he says with a hungry grin, pushing Casper’s face up against the gut. Casper notices how warm and firm it is, strangely a soothing sensation on his tingling face after being out in the cold for so long. He can hear the stomach churning loudly around his friends inside, clearly Adam has gotten to work turning Amir, Julian, and Rex into a meaty nutrient-rich stew – but Monty is there too, curled up around his friends, still squirming the best he can. Casper can even hear Monty’s frantic shouting, as he knows that the pred has now caught the last of them.

“I had my eye on you from the moment you boys arrived – you’re a tall one! Even taller than me – I love eating guys like you – some of your friends here were pretty beefy, and a bit of a struggle to get down.  But slender guys like you slide down so easily. And slurping down those long legs will be a treat. Plus, you and… what was his name? Marty? Mikey? Ah, yeah, Monty here,” he pauses to give the clear bulge of Monty’s head a firm smack. “are going to feel great in there together. Tall boys like you always struggle soooo nicely, and Monty’s quite the fighter too. Can’t quite say the same for the others. So, be a good dessert, Casper, and make sure you put up a good fight in my belly. Now, let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”

With a strength and ease completely unprecedented for man who has already eaten four other men, Casper is plunged into the bear’s mouth, and quickly gulped into his midriff. He’s more eager than ever to finish off this huge feast. As promised, Casper’s slender frame slides effortlessly into his throat, expertly stretched previously by his four predecessors, and he’s moving down fast toward the stomach. In one more gulp, Casper is to his waist. Adam quickly removes Casper’s pants, once again relishing in the flavor of the tastiest part of his prey, only taking a moment to savor Casper’s much more petite and unimpressive ass when compared to some his friends, and then quickly gulps it down. And then the best part – as if he’s slurping down two big, long, meaty kicking noodles, Casper’s legs are easily sucked down. Smaller swallows help to pack him down quickly as the legs jolt downward inch by inch, to the knee – the shin – the ankle. Adam hums happily, as he unties Casper’s shoes one by one, chucking them to the side, before peeling off his socks and gripping them in one hand, as the other rests on top of his planetary gut, jutting out in all directions. His flannel shirt hangs open baring the strong chest and filled belly, the suspenders still somehow supporting his pants as they stretch around the curve of his upper gut. Adam’s tongue, snakes around Casper’s feet, enjoying the salty taste of his dessert. With a happy groan, the pred simply pushes the soles of his feet into mouth, and with loud snap of his jaws and a deep satisfying gulp, Casper is sent down to join all of his friends inside the enormous, proud, round globe of vore belly. As he feels the last meal slither down his throat and into his stomach, Adam releases satisfied sighs, moans, and belches all at the same time, grabbing his gut in his in his strong arms, and shakes it up and down like before, but now with two more additions. “Damn. You five were quite the buffet! I’m glad you guys decided to come out.  You were a fun group! He drops his gut which glorps loudly as it bounces downward, and starts flexing his belly a bit to see if he can gently compress Monty and Casper in with the others a bit, without starting a premature digestion – he want these two to continue to struggle for a while, but five men at once is still no simple feat – especially as he starts making his way to the entrance of the maze, a more compact belly will help. 

As he strides along proudly, wiping the drool from his lips with Casper’s socks before dropping them to the ground, he begins to drum on his gut. *BHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP* The first belch can only be described as earth-shaking and as it roars out of the satisfied pred. As he continues to jostle and massage his voretank, he heaves out belch after triumphant belch, almost having a contest with himself. Once in a while he’ll feel a particular shift inside his stomach and swallow down big gulps of air to keep Monty and Casper struggling for as long as possible.  He doesn’t want to knock them out until he's in bed and his belly can begin to get to work.

Eventually, he makes his way to the entrance gate, digging in his pocket for his keys, also taking out Monty’s phone and car keys for safe keeping. These guys were such a pleasure to eat, that he figures tomorrow he can go through Monty’s contacts, see if there’s any other buds that couldn’t make it tonight that he can reunite with his friends. In the morning, he’ll be sure to dispose of the car they came in – maybe drive it up the road a few miles, and abandon it there, stage a flat tire scene.  Nobody will be the wiser.

After the stressful morning I had, was at least glad I was able to pick up a nice big brunch on the way. Nothing like slamming your man-filled belly on the counter after feeling them futiley kick all the way home, finishing them off with a satisfying belch:

What’s better than a snowstorm outside, and a big, beefy stud stuffed inside?

Oh you mean like in this?😏

It gets really rumbly and talkative, especially when I'm over stuffing it and pouring carbonated drinks on top of everything. The sound you're hearing I can also feel as a tickle of pressure traveling up my belly to the top of it until it comes out as a big belch. When you can hear it before the burp is even outside the belly you know its gonna be loud...