Feed the big Monster

             Leaning back in his recliner and stroking his cock, Max was re-watching his favorite vorno for what must have been the 50th time. It was one of the last scenes “Burt Big-Balls” had filmed before retiring from the industry. The young DILF had only worked with the studio for about 3 years but had still churned out over 100 scenes of cockvore (and 2 analvore scenes from before he’d found his niche). Most of those had ended the scene with the big-name prey actor struggling in his nuts and a cutaway to a massive cumshot (and the actor safely allowed to escape off-camera).

             But in the vorno industry there were always prey-boys willing (or forced) to take the final plunge, either as super-fans of a specific Pred, a way to go out “in-style” that others would jerk off to, or as a way to make one big paycheck that could be passed on to loved ones. Burt had his fair share of those videos as well, especially towards the end of his run. Those had always been Max’s favorite scenes. The churn-enthusiast repeated Burt’s lines by heart as they were voiced on screen, edging himself as he watched the twink’s outline make the switch from acted struggles to panicked flails.

             “That’s right, boy, struggle for me.”

             “Fuck, how’s it feel being trapped in my Big Balls?”

             “I can feel you getting squishier in there.”

             “Won’t be long before you’re just another load of spunked-student!”

             “FUCK, I’M SNUFFING YOU OUT WITH MY BIG BALLS!”

             Max managed to hold back until Burt’s load blasted out and white-washed the walls of the set. His own load was miniscule compared to the gallons coming out of his obsession’s cock. And Max WAS obsessed. At 29 years old, Max was well used to getting his way. He’d been born into a well-off family, gone to an Ivy League school where he made valuable connections, and possessed a natural business-sense that let anything he touched turn to profit. He could buy just about anything he wanted, and could pay other people to do anything he didn’t. So when he had worked his way through Burt Big-Ball’s filmography and realized there were no more videos to consume, he found himself frustrated in a new way. But Max wasn’t one to just sit with frustrations like that…

             Three weeks later, Robert Ramses II had just settled in to watch some college football when he heard a knock at the door. Muttering to himself about the interruption, he heaved his muscular bulk up off the couch. The 45-year-old man opened the door to find an average-looking man with slicked back black hair dressed in a very expensive suit. For a moment, Robert worried he was about to be served a lawsuit. But then he saw an all-too-familiar look in the man’s eyes. The older man groaned internally as he realized it was another star-struck fan of “Burt”. He had to repeat himself twice before the guy snapped out of his daze.

             “Wha… what?” asked Max, shaking his head.

             “I said, can I help you with something?” repeated Robert, getting annoyed.

             “YES! I mean… yes! Hi Mr. Ramses, my name is Max Dillard, and I am the new owner of ChurnEmUp Studio. Would it be alright if I came in so we could speak about an opportunity?”

             Robert was surprised that someone who couldn’t be older than 30 was now running that studio. He opened the door wider and stepped to the side while ushering Max inside, admiring the man’s perky ass as it passed beneath his gaze. He led them to the living room where the game was still playing, motioning for Max to take a seat on the well-worn sofa while he plopped down in the easy-chair. He couldn’t help a small smile as he shut off the tv and allowed Max to ogle the hot DILF bod.

             Robert’s oversized, baggy sweatpants might have hidden his powerful legs and bulge, but the tight wifebeater he wore left little to the imagination. Even decades after his military service, he still kept a regimented gym schedule. His hairy torso started at broad shoulders and muscular pecs, detoured past musky pits to the arms featuring football-sized biceps, before tapering down past a fuzzy tummy to visible cum-gutters. He might not have a 6-pack anymore, but the tall DILF was still “Fit as Fuck” (as his son put it). The goatee had become a full beard and the crew-cut had grown out a bit, but the face had only grown more handsome.  After giving his guest a few more seconds to drool, Robert snapped his fingers at the man and gave an “eyes up here” gesture. Max had the decency to blush at being caught staring, but boldly launched directly into his pitch.

             “So, Robert… (Can I call you Burt? No?), I recently acquired ChurnEmUp studios as an investment. As you may have guessed, I’m quite a fan of your work, and I certainly wasn’t the only one! Before I go further, may I ask why you left?”

             Maybe it was the flattery and lustful staring, but Robert found he didn’t mind explaining. “Back then, I was already married with two young kids when I started. My military service was over and I had no desire to re-enlist, but we needed more income than my wife’s salary could provide. We’d always been pretty kinky swingers, and she’s the one that actually suggested vornos as a way to make some spending money.” Robert got a fond, faraway look in his eyes as he spoke about his wife Lila. “Neither of us really expected my stuff to take off like it did. The money got better and better, especially with those sex-toy deals. But then it happened… Lila had gone out with friends one night while I was still filming, and she was returned as a trashbag full of cum on our doorstep. Gave the babysitter quite a shock!”

             Robert got a bit misty-eyed talking about how he’d lost his wife. “Suddenly I was a single father of 2 young boys. I knew I needed to be more present for them than I had been, and the way my wife went… I just didn’t want to be in that field anymore. A Pred buddy who’d retired from the industry had opened up a new business, and when he heard about my circumstances he offered me a job on the spot. The money wasn’t quite as good, but that plus the residuals let me get back on my feet while I found something more long-term.”

             Robert got up to get a beer from the kitchen. When he returned, he found Max standing and looking at the family photos peppering the living-room walls. As Robert settled back into his comfy chair, Max pointed at a photo taken just a few months ago.

             “Are these your sons?” asked Max.

             “Yup. That tall one with the blond curls is Bobby; refuses to go by Junior. He’s in his Sophomore year at State. And the smaller one is Jamie. Still in High School, but he’s sharp as a whip!”

             Max seemed to be making a mental note of that for some reason, but continued his pitch. Apparently ChurnEmUp had hit some hard times recently with the advent of OnlyFans-type services allowing Preds to film their meals without the studios. Sure, the production value was usually much lower, but they were able to put out content at a much faster rate and keep almost 100% of the profits for themselves. As the new owner, Max wanted to shake things up and make the studio profitable again. And to do that… he’d need a big draw.

             Robert could already see where this was going. “Let me guess, you want me to come out of retirement for a special one-time only show?"

             “I mean it wouldn’t have to be one-time only, that’d depend on you, but it would DEFINITELY be special!”

             Max went on to elaborate how he’d make it the biggest thing in vorno. It would initially be a Pay-Per-View livestream, advertised ahead of time. People would be able to purchase pints of churned-up prey, shipped to them in limited-edition branded thermoses. And the three fans who bid the most by showtime would each get a one-minute live, filmed phone call with the Pred himself as the prey digested inside his sack. Robert had to admit he found the ideas intriguing. It wasn’t that money was especially tight right now, but with Bobby in college and Jamie only a few years away, the generous profit percentage and appearance fee would make a very welcome nest egg; plus it was just the one time… right?

             Two weeks later, “Burt” strode onto set in just a robe and socks. He was pleasantly surprised when the small production crew greeted him with a round of applause. Some he’d worked with before (he knew for a fact that cameraman had gotten more than a few splashes of cum to the eye), and some were new. The set was actually pretty similar to his own living-room, complete with comfy easy-chair in the same shade of grey. When he looked around for his co-star, Max assured him everything was on track. The co-star would be a surprise for the fans as well as him. All Burt knew was that it would be a “Consensual Non-Consent” scene (pretty common for fatal vorno scenes from studios), and that he would be playing the blindfolded birthday-DILF. Discarding the robe, the star settled into the easy-chair.

             When the director called Action and the live-stream began, Burt’s ‘husband’ entered the scene wishing him a happy birthday. Burt hid a smirk; he’d already guessed that Max would be filling that role himself. Fortunately, the younger man looked better naked than in a suit, with some muscle tone that hadn’t been apparent when clothed. After a bit of back-and-forth porn-dialogue about how he had a birthday surprise for Burt, Max tied a blindfold over his eyes that cut off all vision. Burt heard Max leave the stage to fetch the “surprise”, and spent the time getting himself turned on; his last cockmeal had been a full decade ago, and the thought of a struggling meal finally getting churned up again had his cock bobbing in the air. What Burt couldn’t see was the posterboard of text being shown to the camera:

             “BURT DOESN’T KNOW IT, BUT HIS HUSBAND WILL BE FEEDING HIM HIS OWN SON!”

             Nearly all of the viewers and crewmembers assumed this was a porn thing. After all, it’s not like the studio could get away with doing anything actually illegal! What only a select few accomplices knew was that the college jock being dragged on set was Burt’s actual son, Bobby. Max couldn’t have said WHY it had to be Burt’s own son, but something about it just felt right for the star’s return to vorno. They’d tracked down Bobby’s dormroom and kidnapped the 19-year-old that morning, and now the handsome blond was naked, struggling against zipties, and screaming into a gag.

             If Burt was startled by the desperation in his prey’s muffled shouts, he didn’t show it; he just made his trademark smirk while telling Max that his surprise sounded like a real struggler. Max agreed while forcing Bobby’s head into the wrinkled skin of the nutsack he’d come from. With his mouth gagged, Bobby couldn’t help but inhale a major dose of Pred musk. Even the straight lad felt himself getting a half-chub at the overwhelmingly masculine scent, and his struggles slowed as his face was smothered in scrotum and rubbed back and forth. Burt moaned aloud at the feeling, and felt himself slide right back into his porn persona, improvising dirty dialogue in that sexy bass voice as it came to him.

             “Fuck yeah, rub his face into my hungry sack.”

             “Show that preyboy where he’s going to be churned up into daddy’s next load.”

             “Yeah, keep inhaling my musk, kid.”

             “My Big Balls are going to love breaking you down.”

             “Alright, time to put that prey where he belongs.”

             At that signal, the camera moved to focus on Burt lifting his massive cock up to nearly vertical (putting the cockhead higher than his own), while off-screen a beefy production assistant lifted the musk-drunk Bobby and princess-carried him up a stepstool set out by Max. The experienced PA waited for the cameraman to give the OK before feeding the jock’s feet into the gasping urethra. Even the PA was surprised at how greedily the killer cock took in its prey as it slurped up Bobby’s thighs in just one “swallow”. Max hurried to replace the PA in supporting the sluggish youth’s back, allowing the cameraman to zoom out again and capture the entire scene:

             A true DILF relaxing upon his easy-chair throne, powerful hairy body on display, massive hairy sack sitting between his legs like a bean-bag chair, and a dick as thick as most men’s torsos leaking an unending stream of precum onto the floor. The DILF’s son, shaking off his stupor and struggling again, was being fed to that hungry cock by the DILF’s happy husband.

             Burt’s was having sensory overload. Feeling “unwilling” prey squirming its way down his shaft again made him realize just how much he’d missed this feeling of power. He was using his great big fucking cock, to complete consume a younger, smaller man. With every flex of his cock-muscles, the muffled screams of his prey grew louder as true panic set in. He could almost make out words like ‘Stop!’ ‘Dad!’ and ‘It’s me!’, and mentally applauded his young co-star even as the lad’s waist slipped into the slick, tight shaft of his cock.

             The real surprise was that as he felt the lad’s abs get slurped in, the screams turned to sobs. That was unusual; most of the prey actors could at least scream convincingly, but they were still into the situation. Crying on command was usually beyond them though. Had the actor changed his mind partway through? It wasn’t unheard of in the vorno world, but it’d never happened to Burt.

             As he felt the bound hands try to push against his dickhead and slow the consumption, he felt some pity for the man. On the other hand, something about the struggles being REAL made his nuts itch even harder. This wasn’t playacting… he was really dominating and overpowering a weaker man, and soon he was going to snuff the man’s life out and melt him down into cum. All that potential wasted, just so he (and the 22,459 viewers currently watching the stream live) could get off to it!

             Max had backed out of the shot, letting the powerful cock handle Bobby’s weight. At this point all that remained was the boy’s arms, shoulders, and tear-streaked face. Max nearly shot his own load hands-free as Burt sealed the deal. The DILF made his famous smirk, crooned out “Say goodbye, boy”, and slurped his son’s head in with one flex, then the arms with another. The entire wriggling form was encased in cock-flesh as Burt growled out his pleasure. But as good as the struggles in his shaft felt, they were going to feel three times better in his ballsack.

             Tens of thousands of viewers leaned closer to their screens so they could make out the terrified features of Bobby travel down that sexy cock and reappear pushing out the skin of Burt’s sack. A few hundred viewers shot their loads early the first time Burt clenched his Big Balls hard, fully outlining Bobby’s body as the scrotum clung to him like a second skin. The massive testicles battered the jock as sticky semen coated his entire body.

             Max made his reappearance and removed Burt’s blindfold, whispering “Happy Birthday, stud. You have a call on speaker…” as the DILF groaned out in ecstasy. Burt hadn’t felt this incredible buzz in a decade, and it was blowing his mind. He looked at Max, uncomprehending, until Max mouthed “Fans!” and pointed at an off-stage speaker. It was like playing Operation while getting a tattoo, but Burt made himself focus to give his special fans the experience they’d paid for. He turned on the charm and made sure his voice had the deep, basso rumble.

             “This is Burt.”

             “Oh… ohmygodohmygod it’s YOU! I’m a huge huge huge fan! For YEARS!”

             “Glad to hear it, son. How’ve you liked the show so far?”

             “AMAZING. I can’t believe we’re really seeing you again! You’re even sexier than before!”

             “Ha, thank you boy. Time’s almost up, anything I can do for you?”

             “Oh god, um… uh… can you clench your Big Balls again and say ‘this will be you someday Tanner’?

             Burt obliged, running a hand down up and down his furry chest while squeezing his sack tight again and repeating words to the camera that made a 23-year-old cum from 450 miles away. The call clicked to the next, and Burt greeted his second big-bucks fan the same way.

             “This is Burt.”

             “Hi Burt, long-time fan, first time caller! I’m Ralph, just starting as a cockpred; what’d it feel like taking that blondie in? Do different prey feel different going down? Do you prefer willing or struggling?”

             He had to chuckle at the fan trying to get all his questions in at once before time ran out. Burt hadn’t known his prey was blond; young blond men were his cockfood of choice, though he couldn’t say why.

             “Hey there Ralph, congrats on starting an amazing journey. The blondie felt amazing. I’m guessing he was curly from the way his hair tickled my shaft on the way down, always an extra pleasure. Other than size, most prey give the same stretch going down, though anything that adds texture (like curly hair, cock piercings, or furriness) is going to feel extra good. And I definitely prefer them struggling. Good luck out there.”

             Burt addressed the last bit to the camera while clenching again. Bobby screamed into his gag at the repeated mastication and tingle of cum on his skin. His dad’s nuts were giving off a smothering heat that had him sweating like crazy. The only benefit was that the zipties were weakening. Just a little more and he should be able to get his hands free and remove the gag. From there he could either get his dad to let him out or claw his own way back up the shaft… or so he hoped. He was feeling weak already...

             Burt immediately recognized the third caller’s voice as that of his friend and former boss, the one who’d helped him leave the industry in the first place. He only had two questions.

             “Hey Burt, it’s Don Deadlydick here. I can’t believe they actually got you back! Does this mean you are returning to the vorno industry for real, or is this a one-off? You have my support either way, man.”

             “Wow, good to hear from you Don! You know, before this [*CLENCH*] I would have said it was a one-time thing. But that feeling [*CLENCH*] of breaking a guy down [*CLENCH*] into nutslop [*CLEEEEEEEEENCH*] is just too good! Being a Pred will definitely be part of my life again.”

             “Good to hear man! Those sexy nuts deserve to feast! And how does it feel to be melting your boy Bobby into jizz? Fuck, that’s so fucking hot!”

             Burt and Max both froze, staring at each other. Burt’s mouth had dropped open. Max had the sudden realization that tricking a DILF into swallowing his son with his cock might not have been in the best interests for self-preservation. And Bobby… Bobby’s zipties had finally melted away, but he could already feel the deadly jizz working deeper and deeper into his skin. The jock felt… less somehow, as if he was sweating himself thinner and thinner. He tore off the now-threadbare gag and cried out to his father.

             “DAD!!! IT’S ME!!! YOU HAVE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE IN HERE!!! PLEASE!!!”

             The voice had been muffled by the cummy walls of his scrotum, but Burt still recognized his son’s voice pleading for rescue. His mind revved up from a stall-out to overdrive, considering possibilities and consequences. And for the first time in a decade, Burt chose to put himself before his kids. He’d been good for so fucking long, didn’t he deserve something just for him? Wasn’t there some deep meaning to melting his son back into cum? Didn’t the fucker feel FANTASTIC scratching at the walls of his ballsack?

             Without taking his eyes off the camera (and Max, quivering beside it), Burt started rhythmically clenching his sack again while massaging it with his socked feet. He felt his persona take over, and the dialogue just flowed out as he continued digesting his firstborn into spunk.

             “That’s it, son, struggle against Daddy Burt’s Big Balls.”

             “Fuuuuuuck, it felt so good putting you back where you came from!”

             “Go on, boy, keep fighting, you’re not going anywhere until I shoot you out as jizz.”

             “That’s right Bobby, your dad is going to snuff you out with his nasty nuts. I’m not going to save you. I want you to suffer in there.”

             “It’s so hot seeing your screaming face pushing out the skin. Keep screaming as you churn, son.”

             “You’re getting softer and softer, kid. Is that your elbow? I bet if I squeeze just a bit more… [*splursh*] Fuck yeah, you’re breaking apart in there!”

             Word had spread rapidly, and another 9,000 voraphiles had paid to join the live stream and witness the hottest Cockvore Pred breaking down and smelting his son into cum. Countless loads already painted chests and tissues as they listened to the DILF degrade his co-star alongside the squelches of cum-digestion. But some managed to hold their loads, determined to shoot at the same time as Burt. And that time was quickly approaching. Burt motioned towards Max to bring over the empty 10-gallon water jug (the type seen in offices everywhere).

             “That’s it, Bobby, not [*CLENCH*] long left. Just a few more [*CLENCH*] squeezes. DIE for me son [*CLENCH*], fucking die for your hot fucking daddy! [*CLEEEEENCHSPLOORSHHH*].

This night had started off pretty normal, with both guys coming back home from work tired and ready to chill out. Drew had just bought some weed from the vendor down the street, and he was warned that it was “pretty strong shit,” so naturally, he and Leo baked the entirety of it into a batch of brownies. Leo was usually a saint about his diet, never cheating or binging hard whenever he needed to meet a goal. However, only sober Leo cared deeply about his macros. Leo, whenever he got high, always had an all-consuming (literally) case of the munchies. It’s not uncommon for the blonde jock to order four extra-large pizzas and devour them within minutes, only to order another three as soon as the delivery guy pulls out of the driveway. On one occasion, Leo’s hunger was so bad that he woke up the next morning with a belly that almost eclipsed him, and he thought he felt something moving inside his gut. After asking Drew about it, his friend told him that the two had gone to a buffet and that the movement was probably his stomach churning all of that food into fuel for his bulking physique, though neither guy was convinced.

Drew, on the other hand, usually got a pretty bad case of the munchies, too; however, tonight, for no reason other than to screw over his friend, Drew decided to push Leo as far as he could go, only eating one brownie himself and convincing his dumb, blonde, friend that he wasn’t eating enough. So, after eleven brownies found their way packed tightly behind Leo’s abs, the marijuana started seeping into the dude’s bloodstream, sending signals to his brain that he was starving. One thing led to another, and Leo had eaten practically everything they had in the fridge and pantry. Entire loaves of bread, several pounds of beef and chicken, four gallons of milk, two cartons of eggs, and much more had all been crammed into Leo’s desperate throat, bulging out his belly enormously. His buddy worshiped at the altar of Leo’s greed, feeling his stomach stretch farther and farther, listening to its gurgles as his best bro belched out all of the air trapped in his tummy.

The only thing left in the fridge was a 24-can box of Busch Light, which Drew had already emptied out into a funnel, pushing it up to Leo’s plush lips for him to chug the two gallons of beer. The muscular blonde man resisted, pushing it away and gently rubbing the curve of his gurgling belly, which was growing hot to the touch as it began digesting all of the food Leo had carelessly devoured.

“Bro, it’s not gonna fit. I’m way too full.”

“C’mon, bro. I know it can handle more. I’ve seen you eat more when you were sober!”

“No way. Not gonna happen, I—” Leo was cut off as Drew forced the end of the funnel between his best friend’s lips. 

Immediately, the cold liquid cascaded down Leo’s throat, making his belly appear to stretch out in real time. Leo patted his gut, involuntarily drinking the gallons of alcohol his friend pushed on him. Once something was in Leo’s mouth, he would keep gulping until he got it all the way down. So, as the beer stretched the man’s stomach walls, Leo groaned at the feeling of a growing belly and let his mouth and throat do all the work. Rhythmic gulping resonated as the man, clad only in pajama pants with a strained waistband, finished his fridge's contents.

BBBBBUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP

“Oh–Fuck—Holy shit, I—OOOUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!” The greedy man clutched his stomach as if it were about to burst.

“Okay, buddy, let’s get you to the couch.”

The pair stumbled over to the living room of the apartment, Leo leaning on his friend to get him across the room. Drew could barely hide his arousal at Leo’s state, cupping the underside of his obscene gut to help shoulder the burden. It wasn’t often Leo went all out like this, so every time it did happen, Drew made sure it was a special occasion.

“Hey bro, I’ll be right back. You just lay there for a bit and rest up, okay? Just hold on for a second for me.”

Leo huffed heavily and nodded, finding difficulty breathing with how much his belly pressed up against his lungs. He looked like a painting with that enormous orb of a belly. Drew needed it to be bigger.

Grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter, he assessed the damage for just a moment. Empty cartons of milk and packages of meat were strewn about like the aftermath of a storm. Drew shuddered and palmed his aching cock through his cargo pants. His hand stayed at his groin, massaging his growing member with vigor, allowing it to grow larger than any human size. Once his bulge was the size of a horses’, Drew slipped out the front door. His destination wasn’t far—only down the hall and to the left did he find just what he was looking for.

Drew continued rubbing his throbbing cock, feeling his hard member strain his pants. With the rate his dick was growing, he would rip his pants in seconds. Knocking at the door, Drew had to unleash his monster from his clothes while he waited, letting his behemoth cock swing out at full mast. It twitched in time with Drew’s heartbeat, growing steadily with each pump of blood. The anticipation was killing him, so Drew started slowly pumping his cock in the middle of the hallway.

Eventually, the neighbor opened the door. Luigi was a young man, similar to Drew and Leo in age. He was skinny, with a small amount of muscle and a very handsome face. Drew’s heart raced with excitement when his eyes widened at his monster cock.

“D-Drew?”

“Luigi, buddy! How’s it going?” Drew was fully jacking his lengthening cock and bucking his hips as it grew to roughly four feet and counting.

Luigi stepped back in complete awe and intimidation. He had no idea how to react to his handsome jock neighbor raiding his apartment with a throbbing, inhuman-sized cock. Drew took the opportunity to step through the doorframe, dropping his cock as it hit the floor with a thump. His penis continued to grow, inching closer and closer to Luigi, who now looked scared. Drew was determined, and his crooked smile continued dancing across his face as he felt a shudder through his whole body and knew that it was time for his cock to feast upon his neighbor, all in the pursuit of making Leo’s belly bigger.

Twisting his hips around, Drew lined up his cock head with Luigi’s bare feet and thrust forward, feeling his neighbor enter into his desperate dick. Drew moaned and bit his bottom lip, flexing his cock, which caused his prey to lurch forward deeper into his massive shaft. Drew continued devouring his helpless neighbor with his cock, feeling the way Luigi struggled against his overwhelming manhood with glee.

“What’re you doing?!” Luigi shrieked, trying to push Drew’s mushroom head down as it enveloped his waist.

“Come on, buddy. Just let me do my thing, okay? You’ll be fine. I won’t digest you.”

“Digest me? What the hell are you talking about?”

In lieu of an answer, Drew tensed his dick, slurping up his poor friend up to his chest. The predator’s hands roamed over the upper half of his thick shaft as he felt with pleasure Luigi’s feet start emptying out into his ballsack. At this point, Drew’s cock had gotten such a tight hold on Luigi that his shaft was now fully erect in the air, slowly choking down the young skinny man with the dramatics of a horror-movie monster.

Drew’s balls started growing as his prey was getting deposited into his rightful place. The pred grunted as his cock slurped up the last of its food, spilling out gallons of precum all over the wooden floor of the apartment. Blood surged through the veins of Drew’s hungry cock, making it harder than a diamond. Cooing to his member, Drew said, “There you go, big guy. Feels good, huh?”

Thick globs of precum spilled out, lubricating the sweaty shaft. Drew massaged his genitals with delicate tenderness. Leaning out of the door frame, he checked to see if there were any witnesses. Thankfully, none had appeared. So, with an extra large load in his massive balls, Drew waddled back to his apartment where Leo was waiting. His shaft had shrunk considerably, though it was still swollen and bigger than a horses’. Feeling the squirming of his friendly neighbor, Drew chuckled darkly as he turned the key to his apartment, excited for what was to come next.

“Hey bro, how’re you doing?”

Leo shifted weakly, a hand automatically gracing his belly as he remembered what he had done less than an hour ago. The alcohol had knocked him out, but his best friend’s voice had called him back to consciousness. Fatigue felt like lead on his eyelids, so Leo opted to just shift on the plush couch, using one hand to rub his belly and the other to cover his eyes.

“I brought you some water. Think you can fit anymore in that gut?”

Leo just groaned and opened his mouth, happy that his friend was there to help him through his greed. Smirking, Drew brought his huge cock to Leo’s lips and pushed his tip in, stretching his friend’s jaws far enough apart that he heard a pop. Leo moaned, though it was muffled with the huge cock in his mouth. Still, in his crossed haze, the blonde hunk with an endless appetite started sucking Drew’s cock with fervor, trying to hydrate himself with the water he thought his friend was providing.

“Fuck…. There you go. Just keep sucking. You’re such a good boy.”

Leo didn’t even hear Drew, as his entire attention was laser-focused on sucking Drew’s fat cock. Using his tongue, Leo choked down more of Drew’s shaft, using his throat to massage the warm member. The predator shuddered with pleasure, stifling a moan as his best friend sucked on his big dick with desperation. He felt Luigi squirming around in his balls, and the cross-section of stimulation prompted his ejaculation with premature speed as if this was his first time. With a roar, Drew unleashed, forcing Luigi from his balls and halfway down Leo’s throat. His greedy, crossed friend gulped, hard, feeling the immense mass propel down his throat so far that gagging wasn’t even an option. Leo choked for a moment before coaxing whatever was in his mouth deeper into his gut, as he realized he couldn’t breathe properly. He could feel Drew stroking his blond hair delicately, and instinctually, Leo propped himself up and reached for his friend to come closer.

As Leo’s hand found Drew’s glutes and pulled him closer, the predator unleashed gallons of cum after Leo had just devoured a whole human being in two gulps. This was Drew’s favorite past-time: watching Leo swallow anything and everything when he was intoxicated. Something about the way his disciplined and structured friend completely crumbled the second weed or alcohol passed his lips was endlessly attractive and fascinating to Drew. As far as he knew, Leo didn’t even know that he could do this, but Drew loved it.

Leo continued sucking hard as Drew’s cock finally shot out its last few ribbons of baby-batter. He patted Leo’s cheek to communicate that he could stop sucking, but Leo was reluctant to let go, much like a baby animal trying to suckle as much milk from his mother as possible. The predator glanced down at the now Luigi-sized belly his best bro sported, and he was impressed with how easily Leo seemed to gulp this guy down. As time has gone on, the blonde hunk was able to swallow guys (albeit fed through Drew’s cock) with a much quicker pace. Right now, Leo didn’t even seem to notice that Luigi had just been forced down his throat, as he still thought Drew was offering him water.

Chuckling, Drew stepped back, letting his still-chubbed cock flop down between his muscular thighs. Leo whimpered and turned back around, absentmindedly rubbing his gorgeous gut, not even noticing how it had nearly quadrupled in size. The cock pred stepped into the kitchen and prepared a real glass of water for his friend. Upon returning, Leo opened his arms, asking Drew to be his little spoon. Unable to say no to his greedy, drunken friend, Drew reclined onto the couch, crushing himself under Leo’s belly, and snuggled up for a long night of digestion.