MILD TO WILD

I never directly told him I had fantasies about being swallowed whole, but my favourite friend with benefits accidentally satisfied those cravings when he noticed how I reacted to him licking my face. It became a big part of our foreplay, having my face thoroughly explored by his tongue while I was pinned helplessly beneath his fat, heavy body. It grew more passionate each time, his lips wrapped around more and more of my face almost like he was learning to stretch them wider on purpose.

The day he managed to get his jaws around my whole head was a pleasant shock to us both. When he eventually pulled away and we locked eyes, I could tell from the grin on his face that he’d known my secret all along. He’d been taking the time to practice this, and from that point onwards my whole head was trapped and tasted within his drooling maw during each of our encounters. My shoulders were the last barrier to overcome, and when he was finally able to slip those past his lips, there’s was nothing stopping him from devouring me.

It took less than a minute to swallow me entirely, like my friend desperately wanted to claim the meal he’d been chasing for so long. But it felt much longer to me when I was focusing on the sensations of each part of my body being dragged inside of his own. His wet tongue sliding beneath my pits as he took in the flavour from my hairy chest. His saliva trickling down my hips before he sucked them deeper. His throat muscles massaging my throbbing cock as he gulped down my legs. And last but not least, the ticklish feeling of his hands pushing against the soles of my feet to finish me off.

Finding new guys to hook up with is hard in a small town. It’s only familiar faces that show up on Grindr, and there was one particular guy who never responded despite my persistent messages. He’s my exact type with such a perfectly round belly and bulging muscles, but the interest didn’t seem to be mutual.

Or so I thought, because after months of complete ignorance he finally replied, and was surprisingly engaged with sorting the details for us to meet. I was overly excited on the journey to his place, thinking about being pinned beneath his massive body while he used me for his pleasure. I was rock hard by the time I knocked on his door, but the unfriendly expression I was met with made both my smile and enthusiasm fade, as I realised he hadn’t invited me over for the reason I expected.

“So listen, we ain’t hooking up today. I just got sick of you bothering me, and I figured I could shut you up and grab lunch at the same time.”

Before I could react, he twisted the collar of my shirt into his hand and pulled me through the door and pin me against the wall with his huge belly. He shoved my head into his mouth without hesitation, eager to claim me as a meal without letting me put up a fight. It’s not like I could struggle much anyway while stuck between the wall and his thick, heavy gut.

With every swallow, he leaned back briefly to stuff more of my body down his throat, then knocked the wind out of me by slamming his belly into me again, basically bouncing against me over and over until my legs were getting slurped past his lips. His stomach was uncomfortably tight despite how large it looked from the outside, mostly padded with muscle and fat that was now compressing inwards to overwhelm my weakly squirming presence.

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.

I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.

I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.

The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.

The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.

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Henry noticed his roommate hadn't returned since starting a new job about a week ago. It was an out of town job, but it was unusual for Rick not to even message him back when he texted him. Rick had told him the pay was good, and that he should be back home in a few days. But it had been a whole week. He realized that he should have returned by now.

Henry put the address in his GPS and drove to the work site, hoping to see his roommate. He was some guy sitting on the back of his truck. He approached him.

"Hi, my name is Henry, I was wondering if you saw my roommate Rick. He started working here about five days ago." Henry asked the guy.

Wesley figured someone would come asking sooner or later about the new hire. "Sorry, who did you say who you were looking for? I don't remember any new hire." He said with the best innocent look on his face that he could make.

"Are you sure? He said he started with this company, and this was the work site." Henry questioned. He wondered why Rick would lie about the new job.

"I am sure if we had a new hire, but we haven't had one." Wesley said back.

"Well, thanks for the help." Henry went back to his car to drive back home. He started to worry about where his roommate was. If he wasn't there, where could he be?

Rick watched with horror as Henry left and drove off. His only means of escape just left him alone with his captor. How was he to know that the new job was to be one of the employee's pair of work socks. If he had known that he would have never accepted the job in the first place. No matter how much he screamed, Henry didn't hear him at all since he was just a pair of work socks now.

"Well, buddy, break time is over. Back on my feet." Wesley said as he picked up his socks. "By the way, you really have been a good work socks. My feet haven't felt this good after work in a long time." He laughed as he put his socks back on along with his work boots. He started back to work with no concern for the feelings of his socks.

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Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.

"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.

"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.

"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.

Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.

"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.

"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.

"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.

"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.

Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.

"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.

"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.

Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.

Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.

Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.

A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.

Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.

"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."

Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.

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Dad sighed when he kept me over after the coding class had ended. He pressed a button under his desk, and the door to the college classroom closed and locked.

"You're failing," he said, matter-of-fact. There wasn't any judgement or disappointment in his voice. Oddly, that hurt more. Maybe indifference really is worse than negative emotions. "You don't seem like you care about this class."

He wasn't wrong. I've got no interest in coding or computer engineering. I don't even like science. I'm a communications major! But I took the class because Dad taught it. I wanted to see the professor in action. And, honestly, I thought it'd be an easy pass. Failing his own kid would be embarrassing.

"I don't have to be," I said.

"You want special treatment?" he asked. Still, there was no emotion to his voice. "Then I'll give you the same option I give all the other failures who come begging for extra credit but don't put in any effort."

His thick fingers undid the buttons of his flannel one at a time, revealing his hairy chest and stomach. The woodsy scent of his cologne spilled out. I bit my bottom lip and hoped it wasn't too obvious. I didn't just want to watch him teach out of pride as his son. I'd had a crush on my dad for a long time. It was hot to see him lecture, to know I'd seen him walk around the house naked and none of these other kids had. But, I guessed, seeing him undress, others did. Extra credit was letting him fuck you.

Well, that was a win-win.

I fell out of my seat and pressed my hands against the bulge in his dark wash jeans. His cock was soft when I wished it out of his boxers, but still it was thicker than my own. I moaned when it filled my mouth.

Dad pressed a hand to the side of my face. "What are you doing?" he asked though he didn't push me off.

When his cock finally hardened in my mouth, long, hard, steel, a true bear's pipe, I pulled off his dick. Spit spilled over his thick balls. My mouth buzzed with happiness. "Earning my extra credit," I said, nuzzling into his cock.

Dad laughed, finally breaking his neutral, cold tone. "No." He slapped his stomach. "To earn extra credit, you have to spend some time in daddy's gut. Each hour you're in there gets you one point." He tapped on his gradebook. "You need 14 points to pass. You manage not to get churned into a massive dump in that time, you win. You pass. Don't and, well, you'll still pass, it'll just be passing my hairy, smelly hole and into the sewers." Before I could bolt up and head out, he grabbed my shoulders. "And I can't let people think my son failed my class." He lifted me up. "I don't know what I want more: to churn my stupid son into shit or to let him out and have my own boy as my personal cock sucker. Those are your options." He licked his lips. "Good luck."

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Ryan and I had been pals for years, close enough that we had gone on multiple trips together. This year, we headed up to Maine for a Northeastern summer. Ryan was a pred; I've known that since I caught him eating one of our classmates in high school. He was mostly on the down-low about it, and I think I was one of the only people outside of his family who really knew about his secret diet. That meant that on all of our trips, he was comfortable enough to pretty casually feast on a multitude of guys.

This particular morning was 4 days into our trip. I woke up around 10am, and after heating up a croissant for breakfast, I stepped out onto the balcony of our Airbnb to find Ryan stretched out on one of the strap chairs. He was sporting a heavier frame than he had the night before, and my guess was that he had packed on about 40 pounds over the night.

Of course I had to mention it.

"Really packing on the pounds, huh, Ryan?" I smirked as I surveyed the damage done on his body -- his belly was probably 5 or so inches wider, and an extra inch of flab hung from his arms and thighs. His moobs were the main star of the show, though, sitting low and round on his belly.

"Yea...something like that. I tried for two guys last night." Ryan shifted from laying flat on his back, and turned toward me. I thought I could hear a bit of groaning, as whatever was left of his meal rearranged inside him. He slung a hand over the round swell, leaning his body on his other elbow.

"Oh, yea? That's a new level of gluttony. How'd it go?"

"Fine, I guess. Taking longer than usual, but the jiggle's real nice." He used his free hand to slap his belly, and I watched as waves rolled over the surface of his skin. It was almost hypnotic, watching the belly jiggle like that. It eventually slowed to a stop, and my trance was broken.

Something must have been stirred up in his belly, because he lifted a hand to stifle a little belch right after. "Mm. Can still taste em', though."

"Who were the unlucky guys this time?" I leaned in, eager to hear Ryan regale another tale of his legendary meals.

"So... get this. I went out to the bar last night, like usual. Real gloomy, seadog type of place, filled mostly with sad old men drinkin' their lives away. I thought it was pretty lame.

"Sat there about an hour and was about to walk out, when, guess what? This tall, built white guy and a little Latino dude walk in. The white guy was probably, like, a 5/10, but his body was hot, so it made up for it. The Latino guy was a solid 9, besides being short.

"So, I see them, and immediately my mouth is watering. I'm trying to pick which one I should try to get, when, wouldn't you know it...they walk up to the bar and sit on both sides of me! The tall guy introduces himself as John, and the Latino as Rico.

"Anyway, probably, like, two hours had passed and the three of us were having a great time. The short one, Rico, was the funniest guy...kept making some joke about being too short to ride me.

"Eventually, John asks if I want to get out of there. I'm like, "Fuck, you know I do!" So we get out of there. They take me to their little beach house along the shore. It's a little two-story beach house, blue with white shutters. Real nice place. No way these two owned it.

"The moment we get up to the bedroom, it's silent, and they're all over me. John pulls my shirt off, and Rico starts kissing all up from my belly button to my neck. Hot as hell. Loved it. Then John starts kissing my neck from the other side, and I'm wondering if I should get my rocks off before or after I eat.

"At this point, my pants are off. John says he has to run to lock the doors downstairs real quick, says he'll be right back. Tells me and Rico to start up without him. OK, fine.

"John steps out, and Rico gives me a tongue-y kiss, and then sits on the bed. I can tell he's really drunk, because he had those droopy bedroom eyes, you know? Like the kind you really only get when you drank way too much and are down for anything.

"So, I'm thinking, 'This is my moment', and I just jump on him right there. I kinda sloppily jumped on him with my mouth wide open, totally falling over and getting his head in my mouth while pinning him to the bed with my weight. I probably weigh like double what he did.

"His head and neck are in my mouth, and I'm kind of confused because he doesn't even react? No clue, but I had no time to waste, so I just kept swallowing. I'm ripping his shirt off and cramming his shoulders in my mouth, just damn desperate to get him in there.

"At some point I was licking on his belly button, and finally he starts kicking around. It was kind of lazy kicks. He only had underwear on, so I slipped 'em right off and gulped.

"Finally I'm swallowing his feet. He's not even really kicking anymore. He slides down into my gut and kinda just... sits there. Didn't even struggle.

"I'm sitting there rubbing over Rico when John walks back in. I think he didn't even really register what was going on, because he was just like, "Is Rico in the bathroom?" I'm like, "No", and I jump on him.

"Even though he was taller, I definitely made quicker work of him. Only thing was that I had to pull off his pants, too. He drops down into my gut and actually struggles a little, thank God. Then his struggling makes Rico start moving, and they're both rubbing on my dick...Man, that erection was crazy good.

"So I'm just rubbing my gut real slow, just trying to ease them both. I'm telling them how good they tasted, how full they made me, whatever.. I think I heard them talking to each other, but it was hard to tell.

"From all the ways they're moving, I'm deciding I don't even have to jerk off, and I'm just gonna hump my gut. So I pull off my underwear and do just that... and I think I finished in, like, two minutes. It was so hot.

"I let out this HUGE belch, and then told the guys that I couldn't wait to melt them down. I think they tried to fight a little after that, but the belch made it all tight in there and they could only kinda shake around. Probably not even 5 minutes passed and I was knocked out cold, just straight up naked on the covers of their little bed.

"Wake up in the morning, probably, like 8, and all I can hear is my gut sloshing. It was so loud! And I was still so heavy. I sat there about an hour just listening to it before getting up and walking back here."

With his story finished, Ryan patted his belly, and a little groan emanated from it. I was really turned on, and I was really hoping that my hard-on wasn't crazy visible through my shorts.

"Dude, that's a crazy story," I said, always in awe of Ryan's predatory nature, "Is two guys gonna be the regular from now on?"

Ryan sighed and laid back down, his whole body jiggling. "I dunno, man. They're taking too long to melt. It was nice, though. So I'll probably do it more often than not."

I laid down now, too, enjoying the sun and the view of the bay past my friend. "So...lazy day today?"

He looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

First time there and all that. You were lost in all the handsome men just minding their business chit chatting.

So of course you don’t notice the big handsome lug just casually ass out on the folding chair.

You hit your shin and dive face first in his ass!

So now your head is between his buttcheeks, the man ever so ignorant as he’d currently inebriated thanks to some booze hidden out of his view as his anal muscles suddenly contract and grip you as your body is suddenly being pulled in!

Muffled noises but you can’t struggle as everyone is in their own world, including the man whose ass was currently inhaling you with reckless abandon.

You’d think he’d come to his senses but then you hear a loud snore despite you being pushed, pulled and gripped, forced to take this strange punishment until you were pushed in what must have been his stomach cavity.

You felt your feet slide in and the tiniest fart escaped the man’s heavy glutes and once you were completely crammed in did the man wake up.

Half asleep, still completely drunk. He looked up and wondered what that noise was. Everyone around still not giving him some mind but he yawned and was just happy he was suspiciously full.

All he had to do was give himself 5 seconds to realize he had a full grown man currently fighting for his life in his stomach, but all he did yawn excessively loud and went back to sleep.

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Carlos placed his hands around his bare gut, which squirmed as the jogger inside tried his best to escape. Imprints of hands and legs bulged his hairy belly out in multiple spots before disappearing back inward. He tilted his head up to the sky, sighing in bliss before belching deeply.

"Haa...you really hit the spot, man." Carlos let another belch slip past his lips before speaking again, "I'm not a great runner -- I need a lot of calories to keep me going." He laughed a little, giving his belly a playful slap. He breathed heavily as he placed his hands on his hips and tried to catch his breath.

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Carlos ran every morning, hoping to lose the stubborn fat around his waist that had been steadily growing over the years. He always ran the same route to a breakfast place he enjoyed, to meet up with some neighborhood friends before jogging back home.

Today was different, though -- his friends weren't able to meet up with him, and he decided he'd just run the route and skip the breakfast place altogether. His mistake was not realizing how hungry he'd get, running for over an hour on a completely empty stomach.

So, when he stopped on the side of the road for a breath, starving, and a younger, skinny guy stopped a couple feet ahead of him, Carlos did what he does best; eat.

The man stopped to catch his breath, leaning over, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily. Carlos, acting on pure instinct, snuck up behind him, leaning his large frame over the smaller man, belly pressing into the stranger's back. The stranger, confused, shot straight up...right into Carlos's bearded mouth.

Committing to his hunger, now, Carlos wrapped his big arms around the man in a bear hug, stretching his mouth out as far as he could and cramming the man further in. It was lucky for Carlos that no one else ran this route this early, as the man was shouting and making a fuss as well as he could.

Carlos continued to swallow the man down, enduring the horrible taste of his tee shirt. He took the shoulders and chest in before getting to the waist quickly. He paused a moment, taking time to take off the man's shoes and joggers, before continuing to swallow. He made relatively quick work of the man's butt and crotch, then tilted his head upward to chug down the man's legs. The man struggled the best he could, kicking and shaking -- but the predator's strong body held him too tight to free himself.

Carlos continue to swallow the stranger's hairy legs, which now kicked weaker than before. He gulped past thighs and knees, now only leaving the man's calves and feet to the outside world. He was nearing the end of his surprise meal, and was starting to really feel the weight of the man hanging off his frame.

He continued to swallow, and before too long, the stranger's bare feet were sliding past Carlos's bearded lips, disappearing into his mouth. He gulped one more time, deeply, feeling the last of the man leave his mouth. A large bulge dropped from his neck, traveling down the trail of hair between his fat pecs, and finally coming to rest in his midsection.

His belly bulged out humongously with the weight of the jogger, stretching over his shorts and rubbing up against his crotch. Immediately, his cock began to stiffen and poke into the bottom of his belly. The predator sighed in bliss, his hunger finally satiated. He pulled his shirt upward, over his chest, and began to rub his hairy belly.

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Now realizing his impulsive actions, Carlos hefted his gut upward and sighed, unclear on what he should do. "Well, I might as well grab your clothes..." He did the best he could, as full as he was, to lean over and grab the jogger's pants and shoes off of the ground. His body sagged downward with the weight of his new gut, threatening to pull Carlos to the ground. He kept his balance as steady as he could as he grabbed the clothing items. Standing back up straight, another large belch rolled out of him, making his gargantuan gut tighten a little around its struggling occupant.

After catching his breath for a couple minutes and enjoying the blissful feeling of fullness from the jogger, Carlos decided to keep on moving. He did his best to pull his shirt over his gut, though it sat right above his belly button. He scratched his happy trail, poking a bit at his prey. "Guess you're gonna be coming home with me, man." He slapped his belly before starting the route home, clothes in tow.

He did his best to walk as his engorged belly swayed side to side in front of him. The jogger inside him had settled, sort of, and Carlos thought he heard some yelling from the man. It was unclear, though, muffled by all of Carlos's hairy fat.

"Sorry, I can't really hear you like this. If you can hear me, you tasted really good and filled me up nicely. I rate you 5 stars." He chuckled and patted where he thought the jogger's head was.

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After his prey's feet finally sunk and disappeared past his furry chest, Greg licked his bearded lips and belched. He slid his shirt up a little before he rubbed his large hand over his even larger belly, scratching over his happy trail...while the man-turned-snack shifted inside him.

"Thanks for..." he sighed in bliss at his fullness, '"...helping me out, buddy..." he took time to rub circles around the movement in his paunch, letting his prey get comfortable for a little bit.

He pulled his shirt up a little higher, so that it sat right above his round, hairy pecs. Using both hands, he continued to massage his gut, giving his hands some slight pressure to knead at his prey, and let out another belch--lower, this time.

"Yea, you're a good boy, aren't you?" He chuckled when he felt his meal shift inside in response. "Yes, you are. You're a good boy, and you just can't wait to melt into my belly." He smiled, feeling the telltale motion of his meal masturbating to his warm words. His belly shook a bit side to side.

"You're such a good, pretty boy...and all you're gonna end up as," He hefted his gut upwards, "is another two inches around my fat belly." He dropped it, the contents shifting back and forth a bit, "Just another notch on my belt." He felt the motions inside speed up.

"Every time I rub this hairy ball, I'll think of you, you know. This is my way of showing how I love you." He smiled when he felt the man inside him relax, guessing what likely happened. He patted his gut and chuckled again.

With that, he pulled his shirt back down, covering his belly to the world. It was hard to see his prey from the outside, due to the sheer mass the hairy predator carried already. A belch rumbled out of him once more, and he sighed before laying a hand over his paunch.