Goosetiel

Damn, i slways get soo hard while diguesting…🥵😈

vore belly roleplay 😵‍💫🤭

I still can’t believe it happened.

We were just hanging out in his apartment like any other Friday night—pizza boxes on the coffee table, controllers in our hands, trash-talking each other over the latest fighting game. My best friend Mike had always been the bigger guy: tall, broad-shouldered, with a soft, heavy beer belly that he proudly showed off whenever he lifted his shirt after a big meal. I’d teased him about it for years, but tonight something felt… different.

He kept glancing at me with this strange, hungry look while we played. Then, right after I beat him for the third time in a row, he paused the game, set his controller down, and said quietly, “You know… I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, dude. Swallowing you whole and turning you into nothing but belly fat… and eventually pushing out whatever’s left.”

Before I could even ask what he meant, Mike lunged. His strong hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked me forward. In one smooth motion, he opened his mouth impossibly wide and shoved my head straight between his lips.

Everything went hot, wet, and dark instantly. His tongue slathered over my face, tasting me with slow, deliberate licks like I was the best thing he’d ever eaten. I tried to pull back, yelling, “Mike—what the fuck?! Stop!” but the words were swallowed up by the slick, rippling flesh of his throat. He gulped hard—GLURK—and my head slid down into the tight, muscular tube.

The pressure was crushing. His throat squeezed and pulsed around my shoulders as he swallowed again and again, each powerful gulp dragging me deeper. I felt his hands gripping my waist, lifting me off the couch so gravity could help him. My chest disappeared next, the wet heat sliding over my torso as my arms were pinned uselessly to my sides. I could hear his muffled moans of pleasure vibrating all around me.

“Mmmph… fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” his voice rumbled through the fleshy walls, thick with satisfaction.

My stomach slid past his tongue, and then my hips. By now his belly was already swelling dramatically outward. I could feel the way his gut stretched and bulged as more and more of me packed inside. My legs kicked wildly outside his mouth, shoes flailing in the air, but he just tilted his head back and took another long, greedy swallow. My thighs vanished, then my knees, until only my calves and feet were left twitching between his lips.

One final, wet GULP and my feet slipped inside. I was gone—completely sealed away inside my best friend’s stomach.

The inside was pitch black, unbearably hot, and incredibly tight. Thick, slimy walls pressed in from every direction, kneading and massaging my curled-up body. The air was thick and acrid, already starting to tingle against my skin as digestive juices began to pool around me. I pushed out desperately with my hands and elbows, feeling the soft, stretchy flesh of his belly bulge outward in clear imprints of my limbs.

Outside, I heard Mike let out a long, satisfied groan. “Ohhh fuck yes… all of you, right where you belong.” His big hands rubbed slow, heavy circles over the massive, sagging dome of his gut. I could feel every pat and rub through the walls. “My best friend… turned into nothing but belly food. You’re making me so full and round, dude. Look at how huge my gut is now."

His stomach responded with a deep, wet groooaaannn, the walls contracting tightly around me and sloshing the rising acids higher up my body. I kicked harder, screaming and pounding my fists against the churning sac. “Mike! Let me out! This isn’t funny!”

But my shouts only came out as faint, muffled gurgles from the outside. Mike chuckled, the sound vibrating pleasantly through his belly. “Sorry, man… no can do. You feel way too good in there. All that squirming is making my stomach work overtime. You’re gonna digest nice and slow for me, break down into nothing but nutrients and waste. Then I’ll push you out as a big, satisfying log—nothing left of my best friend but some shit I’ll flush away.”

He leaned back on the couch, and I felt the heavy weight of his belly settle over his lap, my curled-up form shifting inside with the movement. Another loud gurgle rolled through the chamber, followed by the wet sounds of digestion picking up speed. The tingling on my skin was turning into a burning itch as the acids rose.

Mike kept talking to me, voice lazy and content as he rubbed his swollen gut. “You always joked about how big my belly was… now you get to live in it. Permanently. Gonna turn you into more of this soft, jiggly gut."

I kept struggling, thrashing as hard as I could, but the walls only squeezed tighter in response, coating me in more thick, churning slime. His hands pressed down firmly on the bulges I made, pushing me deeper into the digestive soup.