Stacy's Uncle Got THAT Dadbod
It always seems like the most detailed short vore stories I found when I was discovering vore were always involving uncles as preds. So I tried my hand at one! Featuring the fantastic TeaCub from grommr as Uncle Rob.
Wayne would hang out at Stacy's all the time. The pair were in the same grad program, and studied together by Stacy’s family pool almost every day. Stacy knew Wayne was gay, but wasn’t that into dating as she was so focused on her studies. She loved having Wayne around, and loved the added perk that her grandmother had stopped berating her with “When are you going to get a boyfriend?!”
Stacy’s uncle was always gardening or lounging in the hot tub, or gorging himself on whatever feast he had made for himself but the outdoor patio. Some days Wayne would come over asking for Stacy, only to find she had gone out with friends, but Wayne didn’t mind just hanging out by the pool with her Uncle Rob. In fact, sometimes he hoped for it.
Wayne learned that Uncle Rob was something he called a “gainer;” he liked eating big and getting big. And he was true to his word. Uncle Rob’s belly bulged out in front of him like a beach ball, and could be easily confused with one since he was always floating on his back in the pool, with that big beach ball belly of his bobbing up and down.
In Wayne’s free time, he discovered a love of baking, and enjoyed learning some fun cooking techniques from Uncle Rob. Wayne would bring over homemade cookies and pies, and watch as Uncle Rob would lick every plate clean, even occasionally tickling Wayne by licking the crumbs off of Wayne’s fingers.
Wayne would joke about wanting to see Uncle Rob eat everything in the kitchen, and maybe seeing if the house would fit down his gullet. Uncle Rob would chuckle, and retort something like “Well, you ought to be careful if I swallow the house and you’re still in it.” Wayne would sometimes dream about those conversations and moments cooking together, and imagined what it would be like to look out the kitchen window and see the world outside was actually just the inside of Uncle Rob’s stomach. In the dream he’d check the weather forecast to see that the next few hours there were high chances of wine and spaghetti raining down over his belly house.
Wayne found it increasingly difficult to focus on his studies with Stacy out by the pool, as Uncle Rob walked by on his way to the barbecue grill, or the hot tub, showcasing his bulging belly on full display.
One day, Stacy’s family decided to get a full kitchen remodel done, and everything in the fridge and freezer had to be eaten or thrown away. Wayne came over calling for Stacy to find only Uncle Rob was home, organizing the pantry contents into large boxes.
“Everything’s got to go,” Uncle Rob said.
Wayne chuckled, poking Uncle Rob in the belly, “In here?”
Uncle Rob made to poke Wayne back, but Wayne pulled back, giggling.
Wayne continued, “Nevermind, I think everything’s already in there, ‘cause it’s so big.”
Wayne poked Uncle Rob’s belly again, and Uncle Rob pulled his shirt up to reveal his beach ball belly, and bounced it against Wayne’s body, causing a roaring chorus of giggles.
“Not a bad idea though,” Uncle Rob said, “I could go for a little snack of everything in the kitchen.”
Uncle Rob and Wayne, threw open the fridge and freezer and got everyone laid out on the counter and dining room table. With a whole multigenerational family living in one house, there was quite a lot of food to go around, even with the family’s precautions on trying not to stock up on much, knowing their kitchen renovation would be coming soom.
Uncle Rob clambered pots and pans onto the stove, and threw frozen pizzas onto oven racks and started cooking a multitude of meals. Wayne opened pints of ice cream, and took lids off of jars, and laid out fruit and berries and whatever else he could find. As they cooked and baked together, Uncle Rob began shoving anything ready to eat into his mouth, and Wayne gladly helped to feed him. Wayne got out some shot glasses and made a game out of getting Uncle Rob to take shots of random condiments. The maple syrup shot went down easy, and then the relish, then the ketchup and salad dressing. Uncle Rob rolled his eyes as Wayne began preparing a shot of mayonnaise, and said “Let me show you how it’s done.” Uncle Rob lifted the ketchup and mayonnaise to his mouth, one in each hand, and squirted them down his throat, till they were empty. Wayne laughed and his eyes widened in shock. Wayne tilted the maple syrup over Uncle Rob’s head and moved the bottle from side to side, so Uncle Rob had to shift to catch the viscous sweet liquid. Uncle Rob tried to tap out, but ended up grabbing the bottle and sucking it dry quickly so he could get back to tending to the stove and oven.
After a while of cramming whatever they could find into Uncle Rob’s maw, the cooked and baked contents of food began to be ready to go down into the belly of the uncle. Wayne tried to roll up one of the hot pizzas into a ball, but it unwrapped itself into a cheesy mess. Uncle Rob opened his mouth wide over the pizza mess and Wayne’s hands which had been covered in stringy cheese. Uncle Rob sucked the cheese and sauce off off Wayne’s hands, then moved on to the pasta, gulping whole pots full of the carbs.
After watching Uncle Rob down half a gallon of milk, Wayne rested his head on his hands and marveled aloud at the bottomless pit of a gut before him, “Are you even real? How are you fitting a whole refrigerator into your stomach?” Wayne reached out and rubbed the top of Uncle Rob’s ballooning belly. Uncle Rob’s shirt had already climbed it’s way halfway up his belly by this point, and it was beginning to pull tightly on his chest. Uncle Rob pulled the shirt off up over his head in a swift movement.
“Not to mention a whole freezer of food,” Uncle Rob stated, sliding his hands under his belly and lifting upward against the heavy weight of gurgling food digesting loudly inside his gut. “It always feels like I could eat more.”
“Then you gotta,” Wayne said, sifting through the leftover contents of food strewn about, finding some leftovers and heating them up in the microwave. “And after you’re done eating everything in this kitchen, we’ll have to see if we can fit this house into that big paunch of yours.”
Uncle Rob chuckled, taking a seat at the dining room table and tossing back whole apples into his throat. Wayne watched as the little orbs disappeared from view, and the bulges in Uncle Rob's neck traveled down and out of sight into the massive, gurgling belly. He was so mesmerized he didn’t even notice the microwave timer going off.
Wayne brought over a tupperware filled with leftover chicken wings, and dropped them one by one into Uncle Rob’s gullet. Uncle Rob smiled happily, and rubbed his gut as it groaned and accepted more and more food.
“Man, this feels sooooo good,” Uncle Rob sighed, leaning back, “There is just something amazing about that feeling of freedom when you just let your belly expand. Just taking in everything, feeling yourself getting bigger and giving control to your appetite.”
The two slowed down for a bit, Wayne sitting down next to Uncle Rob and eating some charcuterie cheese, crackers and grapes together.
Wayne swallowed a handful of grapes and cheese, poked Uncle Rob’s belly and said “I feel like I could imagine you like one of those Roman guys in the paintings, leaning back on a lounge chair, having grapes dropped down into your mouth for you all day.”
“That would be the life wouldn’t it,” Uncle Rob said, leaning into a sigh, “Hey, what’s stopping you from being my grape-feeder?”
Wayne lifted his eyebrows, and picked a bunch of grapes and held them over Uncle Rob’s head. Uncle Rob threw his head back and opened his throat so he didn’t even need to swallow the grapes as they rolled right down into his stomach with very small plops into the vat of stomach juices and food contents. Wayne imagined that little house from his dream falling down into that throat and resting atop a mountain of food. He imagined the stomach acid acting like a moat, or like a beach, with the tides washing up against the front steps. He imagined it being just him, safe inside his house inside of Uncle Rob’s big belly.
Uncle Rob gave a great big belch, then said, “Oh man, that feels good. Sounds like my belly just made a bit more room.” Uncle Rob got up with a surprisingly agility for someone weighed down by the load of a refrigerator, made his way over to the stove, and poured a vat of soup into his mouth. Some broth splatted and drippled down his face, and dripped onto his belly. He wiped it off with a paper towel before it could drip to the floor, then considered the towel, and threw it back into his mouth and swallowed it without another thought.
Wayne had an attack of giggles at this action, “A paper towel?!” he said. Uncle Rob shrugged, then grabbed the whole roll of paper towels, swiveled it around in the soup vat to soak up the dredges, and slowly pushed the roll into his mouth and down his throat, compressing it down into his throat. A moment later, be belched again and nodded to Wayne, who went from shock to an even more intense fit of laughter.
“I told you we’ve got to clear out everything in this kitchen, and what better way to go than into my gut?” Uncle Rob said.
“How are you still hungry?” Wayne said, with admiration, getting up and crossing over to Uncle Rob.
“It’s a lifestyle,” Uncle Rob said, flopping his belly onto the kitchen counter, “What have we got left?”
Wayne sifted around through empty wrappers and plates strewn about the counter and table and found a tub of butter still on the counter. He turned and leaned against the counter, as Uncle Rob faced him and drew closer.
“Can’t have butter all by itself…” Uncle Rob said winking at Wayne, “I think I know the perfect morsel to slather up in butter and fill me up with… Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Wayne was within a palm’s distance from Uncle Rob’s face, and felt his hot breath wafting over him. He imagined being inside that big belly, stewing inside that belly soup like the hot tub by Stacy’s pool. He felt Uncle Rob’s bare belly press up against his torso, and noticed how it quivered and shook as the stomach walls on the inside were rapidly expanding and contracting as they broke down the unheard of amount of food they had been cramming inside of Uncle Rob. Wayne’s breath escaped him as he shivered in the unexpected pleasure of being part of Uncle Rob’s big belly.
“I think I am…” Wayne said, “Thinking what you’re thinking…” As Rob’s hard gut pressed harder against Wayne, squeezing him against the counter. Wayne imagined Rob’s stomach walls squeezing him from all sides, crushing the imaginary home and making Rob’s belly fat his home instead.
Uncle Rob leaned forward, and Wayne took a deep breath, anticipating his whole head and body about to be engulfed in that expansive digestive tract he had been feeding all afternoon. Uncle Rob lifted his arms, and placed one on Wayne’s shoulder, making Wayne shudder and close his eyes waiting for that warm tongue to cover him in saliva like the tasty morsel he was dreaming of becoming.
Instead, Uncle Rob sought something from the top of the fridge he had been reaching for with his other hand, and once he had grabbed hold of it, he leaned back and opened the package, saying “Tortillas! We always forget these are on top of the fridge, can’t believe I almost missed these.”
Wayne took a deep breathe and came back to his senses, surprised by his own excitement and calmness about getting eaten. He felt so silly when he realized Uncle Rob had just pressed into him to try to get up to the top of the fridge. Wayne giggled, but was a little sad that after all this talk of eating everything in the kitchen, Uncle Rob hadn’t teased about eating him at all.
“I haven’t gorged myself like this in forever,” Uncle Rob said, lathering tortilla after tortilla in butter and sliding them down his throat, “Man, it feels good. I wish I could do it all again.”
“You wanna eat everything,” Wayne said, “Why haven’t you eaten me?”
“Eat you?” Uncle Rob said, “I shouldn’t be surprised after watching me eat all that, you’d expect you’d find your way into my big belly, too. Could be fun…”
“So you’ve thought about eating me?” Wayne asked, leaning back against Uncle Rob’s belly and feeling it churn deep inside Rob’s core.
“No,” Uncle Rob said, “But now that you mention it, I did say everything in the kitchen, didn’t I?”
“Caught you slacking, Uncle Rob,” Wayne said, giving Uncle Rob’s belly another poke and giggling.
Uncle Rob tried to return the poke, but Wayne pulled away and ran around the kitchen table giggling, as Uncle Rob waddled after him, exclaiming, “Hey! You can’t ding-dong-ditch my belly and get away with it! I thought you wanted to come on in for a spell.”
Wayne continued walking backwards around the table, but slowed down, wanting Uncle Rob to catch him and push his big belly up against him.
Uncle Rob marched up to Wayne, saying “Oi! Dessert! Don’t run away from me, I was hoping we might get a bit more acquainted.” Uncle Rob pushed his belly up against Wayne, who sat back against the dining table, having the gargantuan belly pin him down as it rested on his lap. Uncle Rob continued, “Ugh, I’m stuffed, I couldn’t eat another bite…”
Wayne caught his breath, saying “Stuffed? No, I think you’d have space for another bite to eat.” Wayne unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, feeling the exposed gurgling belly warm his skin directly. Wayne continued, saying, “I may not be lathered in butter or anything, but I don’t think your stomach is one to judge.”
“No, no,” Uncle Rob said, “I really couldn’t take another bite, even for a meal as scrumptious as you.” Uncle Rob pretended to try to nibble on Wayne’s arm, spit it out and shrug in disappointment.
“Who are you and what have you done with Uncle Rob?” Wayne said, “Uncle Rob never, and I mean NEVER turns down food. Unless it’s getting turned into fat down in his stomach.”
Rob spoke again, emphasizing each word, “I couldn’t eat another BITE.”
“The court doesn't accept this answer,” Wayne said, “The defendant calls the bottomless belly to the stand. I wanna hear what your gut has to say about this.” Wayne shoved his face against Uncle Rob’s belly and heard the roaring gurgles and belly sounds emanating from within. Wayne lifted his eyes to meet Uncle Rob’s, saying “I don’t know what to tell you, man, your belly wants to grow and I think I’m the one who’s gotta expand it.”
Uncle Rob considered him for a long while, “I said I couldn’t eat another bite,” Wayne was about to interject, but Rob put a finger to his lips and continued, “But I never said I couldn’t take one more swallow.” Wayne got the hint. Uncle Rob leaned back, and as Wayne was freed from under the heavy girth, he walked over and climbed up onto the counter. Uncle Rob approached, and looked up at the younger man. Uncle Rob lifted his finger and gave Wayne’s abdomen a gentle poke, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s gonna be inside here in a minute,” Uncle Rob traced his finger down from Wayne’s belly button, down his happy trail, over his thigh and down onto his own belly, giving himself a deep poke in the gut.
Wayne could not wait any longer, leaning down, putting his hands together and leading them into Uncle Rob’s mouth. Uncle Rob opened his throat once more, relaxing his throat muscles, allowing Wayne’s arms, head and torso to pass through his maw and throat as easy as the grapes did, but with a fair bit more compression against Wayne’s body. Wayne felt the slimy tongue lathering him in saliva and realized there was no need for butter, he went down easy just the same. Wanting nothing more than to become food for Uncle Rob, Wayne, wiggled his body deeper down Uncle Rob’s throat, giggling immensely. Uncle Rob felt Wayne’s laughter vibrate his insides, and groaned at the fantastic swelling feeling of his already immensely stretched gut. Uncle Rob tried to lean back, but Wayne pulled himself deeper, drawing Uncle Rob forward, so Wayne’ s waist swiveled into Rob’s maw. Uncle Rob savored the flavor and memorized the peculiar texture of Wayne’s hairy flesh sliding through his digestive tract, ready to become part of him.
Uncle Rob and Wayne both pushed upwards with their feet, Wayne letting his toes leave the counter as his legs began to get slurped up by Rob, and Rob jolting upward to engulf Wayne’s thighs and calves faster. Uncle Rob had never had such a gratifying meal, and was eager to have everything encased in his stomach, and his throat free to breathe. Within a moment, Uncle Rob was waddling backward towards the dining chair, with nothing but toes wiggling in his lower peripheral vision, then seeing no Wayne at all. With one final swallow, Uncle Rob closed his throat and tightened his stomach sphincter so no food could escape his massive beach ball belly.
Wayne splashed into the mountain of food, feeling the silly textures below and around him, of whole fruits and grapes, cheesy pizza mush, and even felt a cameo from the half dissolved paper towel roll. He pushed against the stomach walls, guiding his fingers across the stomach folds and rugae, and feeling the quiver of his favorite belly from the inside. Uncle Rob belched once more and Wayne giggled as the whole vat of belly soup quivered earthquake-like, and the bottom of the stomach squeezed so he bounced upwards.
“Oh, man!” Uncle Rob exclaimed, “Well, now I couldn’t eat another bite… or swallow, for sure.”
“What are you talking about?!” Wayne exclaimed, kicking against the front of Uncle Rob’s belly, “You still gotta swallow the house. Give me a nice home down here in your belly.”
“Seems like I ate something that doesn’t agree with me,” Uncle Rob joked, poking his own belly.
Wayne poked back, and had a giggle fit resulting in him rapidly poking every inch of Uncle Rob’s belly that he could feel. He wanted to explore every inch of this fleshy place before becoming part of it forever. “Now I get to poke your belly whenever I want and there ain’t nothing you can do about it!”
Uncle Rob stood up and crashed back down quickly, grabbed his belly with his hands and shook it like margarita. Wayne gained an understanding of what it is like to be inside a soda can being violently shaken. Uncle Rob, “You can poke it all you want, but you’re food now, just the same.”
Wayne laughed and said, “And don’t you forget it!”
“So I take it you are doing alright in there?” Uncle Rob said.
“I’ve got about a mountain of food for cushion between me and the worst of the churning acid, so I’ll be all set for a while,” Wayne said, finding a relaxing position.
“I haven’t ever been in there, so I wouldn’t know,” Uncle Rob said, “But my gut can definitely churn up a meal mighty quickly, and I’m not sure it knows the difference between a regular meal, and a cutie like you.”
“Oh,” I forgot I came over to study with Stacy!” Wayne said, “What’s she gonna think?”
“Well, with you making yourself a meal for me,” Uncle Rob said, “She won’t have much competition for scholarships or to be valedictorian I suppose, so I think she’ll be allright.”
“What about you?” Wayne asked, “Your favorite feeder has become your favorite meal! How will you cope?”
“Probably a bottle of antacids, if I’m being honest,” Uncle Rob joked, “But just like you said, you’re the best and biggest meal I’ve had. You ain’t going nowhere.”
“Except to your belly fat,” Wayne said, “Maybe your butt, or something to plump up your thighs.”
“That true,” Uncle Rob said, “Well wherever you go, enjoy it now. You’re in my belly, where you’ve wanted to be. Enjoy it, and I’ll enjoy being more full than I could ever dream.”
Just then the door opened, and Grandma came home. She walked into the kitchen to drop off her keys and saw Uncle Rob with his gargantuan belly, and greeted him with a “So you’re finally giving me grandchildren. When’s it due?”
“Hmm… Probably sometime tomorrow morning. Maybe the day after,” Rob joked.
Grandma raised her eyebrows, “Looks like quadruplets!”
“Nah, just Wayne and a refrigerator,” Rob said.
“Back in my day we gave normal names, like Brenda,” Grandma said, leaving the room, “Refridgerator? What kind of name is that?”
Later Stacy came home, and shouted from the doorway, “Guess what?! I got the job!” She ran into the kitchen, and saw Rob, with Wayne still churning in his gut. There was a great big gurgle.
Uncle Rob slapped his gut and said, “Wayne says he’s proud of you,”
Stacy looked around at the empty food containers and down at Rob and understood. She groaned, “Every time I have big news someone in this family does something more novel! Did you eat Wayne just to draw all the attention?”
Stacy’s mom came home from her business trip, and entered to hear Stacy’s commotion and glanced at Rob. Stacy told her mom that Uncle Rob ate Wayne and everything in the kitchen. Stacy’s mom shrugged and said, “Rob’s always hungry, I’m not surprised. That boy was always looking at Rob with those hungry eyes anyways.”
“More like are-you-hungry-for-Wayne eyes,” Stacy said.
Uncle Rob chimed in how Stacy got her job she wanted and Stacy’s mom hugged her, and they had a little celebration out by the pool. Stacy thanked her uncle for his patience when she got jealous, and high fived Wayne through her uncle’s gut. Stacy’s mom’s rocker boyfriend came over with a cake to celebrate, and brought some interesting news to share, “The contractors remodeling the kitchen had to push a week back.”
“So we didn’t have to clear out the kitchen today?” Uncle Rob said. The boyfriend shrugged, and Uncle Rob gave himself a long time to think. He waddled around the pool and exclaimed, “Wayne, I need to get you before the stomach acid churns you up for good!”
“It’s all good, man, I knew what I was getting into,” Wayne said, relaxed.
“Didn’t you hear man?” Uncle Rob said, “I’m getting you out now.”
“Did I not taste good enough for you?” Wayne asked.
“Wayne, you’re gonna want to get out,” Rob exclaimed, “We’re doing this again next week!”
Enjoy some extra edits, as I've been playing around more with photo vore editing. Thanks for letting me help clear out the kitchen into your gut and jump in afterward, TeaCub!
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