Vore

Just my luck that my car would break down in the middle of the night, miles away from home and with no sign of civilisation around. I sat there stressing about what to do, long enough for another car to finally drive past and notice my predicament. I nervously rolled my window down after he pulled over and walked towards my car, though it seemed he was friendly.

“You’re in some trouble here, aren’t you bud? I’ve got a spare room at my place, why don’t you come with me and we’ll call a mechanic in the morning?” Without much choice, I took the stranger’s offer and got in his car, which had enough light to finally see him a bit clearer. He was a little older than me, a tall and rugged man with a sizeable belly resting on his lap. I was too tired to have much conversation with him on the journey, ready to crash in bed as soon as we reached his house.

He guided me to a pretty small guest room, which was pitch black from the complete lack of windows until he switched the light on. Seemed a bit sketchy, but I was kinda glad that I wouldn’t be woken up as soon as the sun rose in a few hours. The stranger gave me a brief “Sleep well, bud” before he left me to get settled in. I don’t know exactly how long I managed to doze off for, but my sleep was eventually interrupted by what sounded like the door clicking shut after being reopened, followed by the gentle creak of a floorboard from within the room.

I called out softly to no response, assuming it must have been my imagination. But now I was awake I started to notice something else, an odd warmth and smell like someone’s breath that seemed to be growing stronger over time. It wasn’t until a wet tongue touched my face that I realised I really wasn’t alone, a hungry predator taking advantage of the darkness to feast on me before I could react.

Without any sight, all my senses were heightened. I could hear his moans and the squelch of his throat muscles contracting with every gulp, feel his warm insides enveloping my body as I was dragged deeper. He took a long time tasting my crotch, his tongue twisted around my shaft trying to tease some extra flavour out of me before swallowing my lower half. Struggling was no use in the tightness of his sweltering stomach, so once he’d sucked my toes past his greedy lips and taken his final gulp, I just had to sit there listening to his teasing and satisfied burps.

Earlier today, you left your journal at a coffee shop. He found it, and the smell of it is making him rather hungry. He’s taking it as a sign. It’s your fault, really. You left your address on the cover. He'll find you. And when he does, you'll fill out his gut quite nicely, he thinks.

Whether he likes it or not, Niall's about to get snug and cozy in Ruben's stomach. Call it a warm welcome, or whatever the fuck.

We already had a long chat history, me and a fotboy from america. Derek used to eat big, since we’re both from the gainer community, that’s why we decided to meet, so we can see who can pack away more food, and stuff each others belly.

But one thing Derek didn’t know was, when i eat big, i need an even bigger Dessert to be fully satisfied.

Now Derek is squirming around in my tank, gurgling and sloshing around with all those Donuts, Pizza, and some beers….

Should i have said him, that he only needed a onewayticket to europe?

Nah, he’s just more bellyfat by tomorrow, *buuuuuurp*

The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.

He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.

“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”

That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.

The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”

Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.

“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.

Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.

Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.

“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”

For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.

But then the indigestion hit.

Hard.

A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.

“Urrrp— oh shit…”

His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.

Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.

“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”

His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.

“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”

He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.

Jake stood shirtless in the middle of their apartment, the cool air brushing against his bare skin as he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands slowly roamed over the massive, heavy swell of his gut — round, taut, and bulging obscenely outward. The once-flat stomach was now a thick, hanging dome of stretched flesh, sagging heavily over the waistband of his black sweatpants. Beneath the soft layer of pudge, he could feel every faint shift and squirm of his former roommate trapped deep inside.

“Fuuuuck, Ethan…” Jake groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. Both palms pressed firmly into the warm, gurgling mass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he kneaded it possessively. A loud, wet glorp echoed from within, followed by a desperate push from inside that made the surface of his belly visibly bulge outward for a moment before it was squeezed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

It had been hours since their last fight escalated. Ethan had been bitching nonstop about rent, about Jake’s messy habits, about how he was “sick of carrying his lazy ass.” Jake finally had enough. In one swift motion he’d grabbed his roommate, pinned him to the couch, and shoved his head straight into his drooling maw. The swallow was brutal and hungry — wet, messy gulps stretching his throat wide as Ethan kicked and thrashed wildly. Jake’s tongue savored the salty taste of his roommate’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then those toned abs… all the way down until Ethan’s hips slid past his lips. One final, powerful gulp sent the bulge traveling down his chest and settling heavily into his stomach with a satisfying slosh.

Now Ethan was nothing but meat. A thick, squirming gut-filler.

Jake’s cock was rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his sweatpants, the red waistband of his underwear peeking out as his heavy belly rested on top of it. He bit his lip and gave his swollen middle a slow, sensual rub, feeling every contour of Ethan’s curled-up body pressing against his stomach walls.

“You’re so fucking heavy, bro,” Jake murmured, voice husky. “I can feel you… all curled up tight in my gut, getting churned up. That desperate little squirming is making me so goddamn horny.” He reached down with one hand and lazily stroked the thick outline of his erection through the fabric, while the other continued massaging his massive belly. “Every time you push out like that, it squeezes right against my prostate. Shit… keep struggling. I want to feel you melt.”

He slapped the side of his gut firmly, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. The cross necklace dangling between his pecs bounced with the motion. Jake let out a low, satisfied moan as another wave of gurgles rippled through his stomach, the acids already working overtime on his roommate.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan. Now you’re just a thick load of roommate slop turning into my gut fat.” Jake smirked at his reflection, turning slightly to admire how low and heavy his belly hung, the navel stretched wide. “By morning this is all gonna soften up… gonna have a nice, jiggly beer belly hanging over my waistband. Maybe I’ll wear your clothes while I digest the rest of you. Let everyone think you just moved out.”

He pressed both hands deep into the sides of his stuffed gut and squeezed, feeling Ethan compress tighter inside. His cock throbbed hard, leaking precum into his underwear as the pleasurable pressure made his knees weak.

“Mmm… get comfortable in there, roomie. My stomach’s not letting you out until you’re nothing but nutrients and a fat fucking load in my balls.” Jake gave his belly one last loving, possessive pat, then slowly rubbed circles over the warm, churning dome.

“Sweet dreams, Ethan. You belong to me now.”

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A day later, Jake was sprawled on the couch, his now softer, rounder gut resting heavily in his lap as he lazily stroked it. The gurgling had mostly settled into deep, wet churning. He smirked and gave the sagging paunch a firm pat.

Consume, grow, repeat.