Growing belly & muscle

You ain't seeing things! That's right, you're looking at the biggest ballgut you've ever seen! It's a combined effort though! It took a big pig like me and a delicious three-course meal that used to be my nephews. This huge jug of fat is made of Trevor, Gary and Benji, the tastiest boys an Uncle could ask for.

It all started when I was coming over to visit my brother for once and the bastard wasn't even home. The boys had been left for the weekend to fend for themselves since they were all at least in college and they'd been taking over the house with their musk and odors. As soon as I knocked on the door and the youngest, Benji, let me in, I was sure that I was about to have one last family reunion.

Now, I've always wanted to eat my nephews and their was no chance of them not ending up on my waist, but I couldn't help myself any longer and my brother wasn't here to stop me. Benji was right next to me and his lithe, athletic body didn't have a shirt on and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. I couldn't control myself and I pinned him against the wall, licking him up and down the face as I got a taste for my next prey. Benji didn't fight back or freak out, instead he moaned in response and went slack as if he was letting me have him, which worked great for me.

I gave Benji a long kiss and shoved his head past my lips while held his elbows against his side. Benji was just an appetizer, so I didn't take much time with him and swallowed him down my gullet up to his navel. He hadn't struggled much as my prey and it was easy to take his pants off too, then it hit me that Benji wanted to be eaten and I patted my stomach that his head had just entered for the willing meal. Young boys have needs with their precious cocks and I needed to have that extra cum flavor, so when I had Benji's dick on my tongue, I savored and played with him until he blew his creamy load. After that, I gulped the last of my nephew down and he soon entered my gut fully and curled up inside me.

With Benji's addition, my shirt became to tight to keep on and I had to go shirtless now. I rubbed the new mound that was my family, then licked my lips in preparation for the main course and went in search of the middle nephew and ex-lifter, Gary. Gary had been packing on the pounds for a while and had been getting fat too lately, possibly because he learned how to eat people like his dad and me. Either way, he was on the menu today and I don't let my prey get away.

I waddled myself up to the game room, finding Gary laid out on the couch with a bunch of beer bottles and pizza boxes around him. Drool coming out of my lips, I quickly stripped him down naked and took a moment to admire his form, his year of muscle building still framed his body and the new fat layered it softly while pooling in a soft hanging tummy. The only thought in my head was how delicious it's going to be to eat my nephew and how fat I'd get from getting him in my gut. I rubbed young Benji and warned him to make room for his brother and not to fight and get along once he's with us.

Before Gary could stir, I got to his feet and hungrily started feeding him to myself while I savored his taste. This nephew was an outdoorsy type and it showed through the sweat and stiff muscles in his legs, eliciting a voracious moan from me as I swallowed his knees into my mouth. I kept inching down his body, excited to reach his soft potbelly and have it stuffed inside my potbelly. I could feel Benji shifting on my waist when I plopped Gary's butt in my mouth, meaning my stomach had already started claiming my next meal.

While some find eating challenges daunting, I didn't and the prospect of shoving my nephews fat gut in my mouth was exhilarating. When I got to the soft sack, I suckled on Gary as I got all the sides of his pudgy in my maw before I took a deep swallow and gulped him down past his navel toward his moobs. Having all this soft meat in my mouth had me moaning in gluttony, both upsetting Benji and waking up Gary who was pretty groggy. Quickly I took a few more deep gulps and held up Gary's arms until I had him trapped in me up to his neck. I heard him start to question what was going on and I held back from chuckling, deciding that fulfilling my dream feast was more important and pushed his head down into my greedy gullet. I slurped down his muscular arms like thick sausage links until I had his fingers slipping down my throat and into my growing tank.

Gary settled in my belly with a heavy weight and I could tell he was pressing Benji to the sides of our belly, because his outline was perfectly visible. I rubbed the curves of my appetizer and tried to press him back in, forcing Gary to rearrange himself to give his brother space. Then I felt a weird bit of shuffling between them, then they started squirming like crazy like they were fighting over something before I felt a rhythmic movement. I gripped and felt over my gut, but it felt like there was only Gary inside now, unless Benji was somewhere I couldn't feel.

I hadn't lost any food, but it didn't feel the same not having Benji and Gary pressed together in me. I told my meat to play nicely while they digest, then I went back to the kitchen to look for my dessert, Trevor. Trevor was the oldest of my nephews and he was a bodybuilder that trained constantly to build up muscle on his 260+ lb. body, making him the perfect beefcake to have for a treat.

I waddled my way past the living room and found Trevor drinking a protein shake, dropping it upon seeing how good I looked with his brothers in me. He tried to stutter out some kind of question, but I closed the distance between us and pinned him against the wall with our family in my tank. Not caring to wait much longer to finish my feast, I ripped Trevor's clothes off and grabbed the back of his meaty head. He tried pleading with me, but anything stopping me from eating went on deaf ears as I opened my jaws wide to encompass his beefy shoulders.

Trevor was the only struggling prey tonight and unfortunately for him, I had more than enough energy to get my meat. Once he was in the back of my mouth and my esophagus dragged him into my throat, I worked on putting this hefty guy where he belonged. His broad back and meaty pec slabs were disappearing into me quickly while the jock tried to escape, but holding his wrist to his sides were keeping him still enough for me to work on. I pulled Trevor on top of my distended gut and kept gorging on my prey until I got down to his navel, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach that wasn't Trevor settling into his forever home.

I took another gulp and I felt something pull Trevor down after I swallowed, almost like someone else was helping me eat him. Or eating him himself! Fuck, did Gary eat Benji inside me and now he's eating Trevor too? Fattening up a pred by feeding him while he's already been eaten by a more Alpha Pred, how greedy could you be? Fuck it, I'm very fucking greedy! I gave an understanding slap to my gut, cheering on my nephew for turning us into Russian nesting dolls.

Not wanting to stop the greatest act of gluttony I've ever committed, I picked my Trevor and let gravity finish him off. I swallowed him down my throat in tandem with Gary, rubbing my growing belly full of another growing belly like a well-fed pig. Strong thighs, then sculpted calves disappeared slowly into my jaws until I wrapped my lips around his ankles and left only his feet outside of me. I wanted to savor the final swallow before I finished my three-course feast, but Gary had other ideas and he wanted the rest of his brothers enough to forcefully swallow Trevor using me as a conduit. I felt my prey's feet get sucked into my mouth then instinctively swallowed, sealing my nephew to his doom as his brother finished him off.

I had three college boys inside my stomach right now but you could only tell there was one, since he was full of the other two. I gave Gary a jostle as I bounced him around, playing with my soon-to-be ball belly and celebrating another good dinner. I had a gut full of one nephew that was stuffed with two more like a double stuffed burrito.

This level of gluttony was making my cock harder than its ever been and I could in no way reach my crotch, but feeling Gary move around was getting me there. After a few more slaps and squeezing my nephew-prey, I felt my cock bust its load and I finally let out monstrous burp that shook me a bit. Before I could admire my soon-to-be belly fat, I felt a huge rush of air in me and guessed that was Gary belching up his meat's oxygen. I nearly came a second time as I belched up my nephew's belch, giving me a new fetish that would be impossible to replicate.

Picture from @likes-to-vore-muscle-guys

Devon got a ding on his phone.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

He had just signed up for the Gurglr app and he’s already got several messages from several guys.

Devon let out a big sigh.

“They all want me to eat them….”

He double checked his profile to make sure. Sure he had a pecking for an occasional stud or two to fuel his muscle gains, but what he really wanted was for a big chubby pred to have an endo session with him.

Devon couldn’t explain it, but he always found himself enamored with big chubby dudes with even bigger, round bellies.

Men interested in gaining but on totally different terms. One gains for muscle, the other gains for weight.

Devon was at least nice enough to let the men know he was not interested in their offers as he set his phone back down and turned on the tv.

Immediately after putting the phone down however, his phone dinged once more.

“CHUB4U has sent you a message.”

Ironically, Devon let out another big sigh.

“Probably some fat dude who wants me to eat them as well.”

He opened up the app to let them down nicely when he was met with the most beautiful image of a hairy chub with the most round, perfect belly.

Even better was when CHUB4U sent the most perfect message for Devon.

“Hey stud, I need you in here for the night. What say you?”

Fast forward and Devon was knocking on this man’s door. He didn’t even ask for a name, Devon was eager to get in that man’s gut.

The door opened and he greeted the man. He was a bit shorter than him, but he made up for it as he chuckled, his hairy orb bouncing with each laugh.

“Haha! Didn’t expect you to pull up so fast. Guess you had a clear schedule.”

Devon let himself in and immediately got to work.

He posed and flexed for the man, casually stripping to his bare bones as the two may have been around the same weight class but the two had total opposites ok how they sculpted their bodies.

“As we agreed. Just for the weekend man. Hows it’s gonna feel carrying around all this muscle for the next two days?” Asked Devon as he came close to the chub as he placed his hands on the round orb in front of him.

The man grinned. “Gonna be fucking sexy if I may say so, and call me Brian, figure you’ve got to know the man who is going to swallow you up bud.”

Brian just stood firm as he watch Devon almost submit his large self to him, but Devon snapped back to reality as he took charge.

“I’m going in there man, get ready.”

Brian led Devon over to the living room.

“Couch it is huh? Not going to lead me to your bedroom?” Devon said with a happy, yet smug look on his face.

“Well it’s only 6:30pm here bud, and my movies gonna be on in a few. Now get over here…”

Brian pulled Devon up close as the two made out.

Lips locked and tongues pushed in each others mouths when Brian slowly unhinged his jaw and pulled Devon in for a much more deeper embrace.

He could hear the bodybuilder moan loudly as he was easily stuffed and pushed past those lips of Brian as he even helped push his large form deeper into Brian as the chub opened wide and gulped with eagerness.

Brian used both arms to grip, grab and pull the muscle beast as he felt the man’s cock immediately start spurting small ropes of cum glaze the upper side of his round gut.

He continued gulping and gulping, teasing and easing Devon into him as his stomach eventually started to bulge outwards with endless pounds of muscle pushing his stomach walls outwards.

This all culminated in Brian pushing down tree trunk thighs, thick calves and huge feet as he finally managed to cram Devon perfectly in his gut.

Currently inside, Devon nearly came when he found himself perfectly inside, curled up in a tight ball as he had very little wiggle room to actually get comfortable.

Still he did his best, he found the air continuously fresh as Brian kept a fresh supply coming in and in turn; he would occasionally flex his muscles and squirm as best as he could.

Brian grinned, he thanked Devon first off for actually going along with it. He tells him that he opens his app to get nothing but messages from all sorts of guys who want to eat him and he didn’t think Devon would actually reply back, none the less even want to go ahead with the plan he concocted.

And so they went ahead.

The entire weekend was pretty much what Brian would do on his days off regardless.

After first swallowing Devon whole, he went ahead and settled down to watch the movie he insisted on watching.

He’d make a sexual moan and groan as he felt the bodybuilder squirm periodically.

The movie ends and Brian manages to lug the extra weight over to the shower and he lathers up. No use in jerking off, he was cumming every so often as his round, bulging gut was doing the work for him. Brian took pride in how big his gut was thanks to Devon and he went to sleep with a large bodybuilder sized bulge pushing his stomach out sideways.

The next day went by with the two engaging as best as one could with one in the others gut playfully squirming.

Finally the final day came along as Devon managed to keep track of time despite his situation as he pushed out against Brian who was yet again watching another movie during the commotion.

“Huh look at the time. Guess it’s time to let you out sexy.”

Devon waited, almost eager to get out at this point as he was certainly exhausted from all the playful belly action that ensued over the weekend and was ready to stretch his legs.

He waited and waited and waited but felt a pat push down on him.

“Don’t get upset but I think I like our arrangement. You tasted so good going down and I’ve been so turned on seeing how huge you’ve made me and I’ve spent all weekend imagining turning you into complete and utter belly fat.”

Brian continued talking out of his ass as his stomach suddenly and violently started thrashing around. Brian even spit up a bit when he felt his insides get pummeled as it seemed that Devon obviously didn’t like the new terms and conditions he certainly didn’t agree too.

“I know you’re upset man, but having you in my gut, fuck this is incredible. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t really planning on tanking you, really did plan on letting you out, but man I’ve never eaten a man who constantly let me know he was a bodybuilder and I guess I can cross that off my list of ‘guys I’ve eaten’.”

His stomach still bulged violently as Devon punched and kicked as best as he could, but being contained his Brian’s huge fur over the weekend exhausted him, he barely had any real fight left.

Suddenly- “BURREEEAPPPPPP!” As Brian let out the loudest and wettest belch imaginable. Probably didn’t help he had been holding that one in ever since he ate Devon as his stomach thrashed the hardest it’s even been given before his belly immediately went still, followed by the loudest gurgles and glorps around.

One last sign of struggle, and even Devon and all his muscle was no match for Brian’s big round gut.

Alex couldn't believe that, this huge chunk of beefy muscle, (AKA: Nick) had volunteered to make the trip down his throat, live, (Briefly for Nick) on, Vote Tok! Alex suspected that Nick secretly believed that, Alex was far too small to fit his mass into his stomach. Alex knew that, Nick was in for a surprise.

Max stood up on the machine. This brought his mouth level with the top of, Nick's head. Alex brushed Nick's hat of his head, put his mouth on the crown of his head and, pushed. Nick was startled as his head suddenly popped into Alex's mouth. Nick recovered from his surprise. "Wow! That was a good trick. But, he'll never get past my should...?!?!" Nick's thought was interrupted as, he felt Alex's mouth effortlessly slide down over his shoulders. Alex gave his first swallow, forcing Nick's head into his throat. Nick felt Alex's uvula slide past his face as, he felt himself sliding deeper down Alex's throat. About then, thought slammed into his mind, "Shit!! This is going to happen!"

Nick started to struggle. He then realized his arms were pinned to his sides. He could only flail his legs at this point. Alex chuckled to himself. "Reality is finally setting in. He kept swallowing. He could feel Nick starting to curl into his stomach. Another minute and, Nick's twitching feet disappeared down Alex's throat. Alex could make out the sound of, muffled shouting as Nick squirmed in panic. Alex patted his now, huge, Nick sized stomach. " Dude, you think it's bad now? Wait till the acid kicks in. Hopefully, you'll be unconscious by then."

This big bear belly can fit so many squirmy little otters in it.

Dom diaries(Bonus Dom) - Sam the smotherer

Samir yawned and stretched as he got out of bed, his dusky olive skin contrasting against the crisp white of his cotton thobe. At 45, the Lebanese father of three was starting to feel his age. He caught a glimpse of himself in the ornate gilt-framed mirror and sighed. While he'd never been a large man, his formerly lean physique was starting to soften, his stomach rounding out above his sirwal and his arms losing their wiry tone.

"Yallah, I need to start exercising again," he muttered to himself, stroking his neatly trimmed beard.

As he headed to the bathroom, he nearly collided with a wall of tawny muscle. His nephew Tariq, who was staying with them for the summer, loomed in the doorway, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his morning prayers and calisthenics. The 20-year-old was an absolute Adonis, his tall, powerful frame packed with perfectly sculpted brawn, straining the seams of his sleeveless white thobe. His traditional red and white shemagh was slightly askew, untamed black curls peeking out, framing his striking aquiline features and smoldering dark eyes.

"Sabah al-khair, 'Ammu Samir," Tariq rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone, his voice rich with the musical cadence of Levantine Arabic. "You look like you could use some cardamom coffee to put some pep in your step, old man. I know your constitution isn't what it used to be."

Samir flushed, biting back a retort. "Shukran, but I think I can manage," he said stiffly. It was just good-natured ribbing, he told himself, even as he felt a pang of envy at Tariq's effortless virility. What he wouldn't give for a taste of that youthful power and vigor.

As he brushed past Tariq into the bathroom, their bare arms touched. Instantly, Samir felt a jolt of electricity crackle through him. He gasped, bracing himself against the marble sink as a wave of dizziness washed over him. In the mirror, he swore his reflection was... changing?

Before his eyes, the soft flab melted off his frame. His midsection tightened, hints of abs peeking through the gap in his thobe. His arms and legs regained the lean, wiry musculature of his youth, his biceps filling out the sleeves of his undershirt. His slouched shoulders straightened and broadened, his posture improving to project a newfound confidence. He looked robust, vital, like a man ten years younger.

Tariq suddenly shuddered in the mirror behind him and Samir startled. Was his nephew slouching? Samir could have sworn that he used to be eye level with the boy's plump pecs, but now he was staring right into their center.

"Mashallah, 'Ammu, looking good," Tariq said, clapping a massive paw on Samir's newly sturdy shoulder. "A few months training with me and inshallah, you'll be almost as big and strong as your nephew, eh?"

He threw Samir a wink and sauntered out, his sandaled feet nearly cracking the marble tile with each heavy step. Samir shook his head wryly. Tariq had always been a big boy - clearly took after his father's side. Perhaps with this newfound energy, he would take the young man up on his offer to get back in shape.

...

A few days later, Samir found himself in the makeshift gym in the garage, spotting Tariq as he benched a truly prodigious amount of weight, grunting Arabic encouragements. Tariq's performance was flagging slightly, his reps slower and more labored than last week. He was still monstrously strong, but perhaps not the utterly untouchable mountain of power he'd been before.

As they racked the weights and sat up, Tariq's sweaty arm brushed Samir's... and again, that electric jolt, that head rush. Samir watched in awe as his own arms seemed to swell before his eyes, his biceps and triceps growing, pulsing with vascular striations. His shoulders broadened, stretching his sweat-soaked sleeveless tee. Pectoral muscles barreled out above his tight six-pack, two brawny slabs of beef heaving with new mass.

It was as if he'd gained 20 lbs of muscle on the spot. He looked like he lifted seriously now, his frame dense with carved, powerful sinew and brawn. Tariq, on the other hand, while still unquestionably huge and imposing, seemed slightly... diminished. A little shorter, a tad less impossibly broad and thick. He looked more like the biggest, buffest guy at the mosque now rather than an avatar of masculine perfection.

"Wallahi, 'Ammu!" Tariq exclaimed, a note of surprise and something almost like unease creeping into his usually unflappably cocky tone. "What's your secret? I swear you get bigger by the day!"

Samir just smirked and flexed a bulging bicep, feeling a thrill as he watched his nephew's gaze widen with shock and awe at the size and definition. "Maybe you've been slacking on the halal meat, son," he teased. "Need to get more protein to maintain those gains."

Tariq just laughed, but there was a strained quality to it, his dark eyes flickering with an unsettled light. "We'll see, old man. Race you to the shisha lounge?"

He took off, and if his stride was a bit less than its usual loping, ground-devouring, leg-powered swagger, Samir didn't comment. He followed at an easier pace, enjoying the unfamiliar heft and solidity of his new, enhanced muscles. Something had shifted between them, and they could both feel it.

...

A week later, Samir woke up feeling like a new man. No, like a king, a titan, a conqueror of old. He practically bounded out of bed, 250 lbs of densely packed, heavily striated Arab muscle quivering and flexing with coiled power. He felt invincible, brimming with vitality, virility, and masculine energy straining to be unleashed.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror and had to stifle a shout of triumphant joy. He was magnificent, his tall, heroically proportioned body an anatomy chart of musculature, all broad planes and deep cuts and hulking, vein-streaked brawn. His thobe had ridden up as he slept, exposing a mastodon cock throbbing half-mast against his deeply corrugated abs, a thick, wrist-thick pillar of pride and potency. His heavy balls churned visibly in their overstuffed sack, swollen with seed and the sacred essence of a true alpha.

"Allahu akbar," Samir breathed reverently. He was a living incarnation of the male ideal now, a pinnacle of strength and virility that surpassed any man he had ever known - including, he realized with a dark thrill, his nephew Tariq. He could feel it in his gigantic, steel-cable muscles, his raging monsoon of testosterone-fueled might - he was the dominant one now, the apex predator. Tariq had nothing on him anymore.

As if on cue, there was a tentative knock on the door. "'Ammu Samir?" came Tariq's voice, reedy and thin in contrast to the booming bass Samir remembered. "I, uh, I think there may have been a mixup with our clothes at the laundry. I seem to have shrunk out of a lot of mine somehow..."

"Faddal," Samir called, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through his cavernous chest. Enter.

The boy who slunk through the door was barely recognizable as the swaggering erotic demigod of a few weeks ago. Oh, he was still handsome enough in a coltish, pretty boy way, with an athletic swimmer's build, but next to Samir's towering, mega-muscled hypermasculinity he looked downright scrawny. His eyes widened to saucers and his full lips parted in an audible gasp as he took in his uncle's massive, naked body, his gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing log of manflesh sitting heavily atop Samir's deeply ribbed washboard midsection.

"M-Maa shaa' Allah, 'Ammu," Tariq stammered, face flushed, a visible tenting rising in his loose sirwal. "You... what... I mean... Subhan Allah, you're enormous..."

"Alhamdulillah," Samir purred, flexing his planetoid biceps with a low growl of power, his pecs and lats flaring out even wider, his cock jumping and pulsing against his abs. "What's wrong, little one? Never seen a real man before? Intimidated to be in the presence of your true alpha uncle?"

Tariq made a small, choked noise, his eyes glazing over with lust and worship, his lithe body trembling. The boy was clearly in thrall to Samir's extreme muscularity, the raw sexual power and masculinity rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to fall to his knees and service his supreme elder on the spot.

"Don't worry, nephew. You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your new place," Samir rumbled, voice thick with sadistic amusement, reaching out to roughly palm Tariq's pretty face with one huge, calloused mitt. "Wallahi, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. By the time I'm done with this little zakar of yours, you'll be my perfect little eromenos. The only thing that overactive aql of yours will be able to think about is worshipping your 'Ammu's ripped, massive body."

Slowly, almost tenderly, he pushed his thumb into Tariq's slack mouth, making the boy gag and sputter as he forced it in up to the knuckle.

"Shh, shh, just submitted," Samir crooned darkly as Tariq's eyes bulged and watered, weakly trying to pull away. "Salim and accept your place, little one. You're going to become very familiar with parts of 'Ammu much bigger than this."

And with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed the root of his titanically engorged manhood, slowly, almost lovingly smacking his nephew's spit-slick cheek with the girthy, vein-ravaged shaft.

"Mmm, such a pretty little face," he groaned, his voice a low Arabic growl. "Going to look even better stretched around my horse cock. Open up, 'azizi. Your new life as 'Ammu's sharmuta starts now."

And with that, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with the blunt, leaking head of his inhumanly huge erection, groaning in pure alpha male bliss as he watched his nephew's throat visibly distend and bulge obscenely around his girth.

i tied him very tight and close his head then he said more tight. yeahhh, he is 20 years old and i think my belly is ready for him. then i tell him i will send him into the cage, he’s very happy. then i swallow his head slowly till his neck then his body whole with his feet . “gullkkkppppp”. yeahhhh he’s mine now. “burrapppppp”. he moving like crazy in my belly. yeahh his big enough, i love u andrew . muachh..

Brandon slumped against the wall, watching the hairy mound of his bulging belly rise and fall gently. It was hard to believe Keith was actually in there, and even weirder that he was behaving as calmly as this. Brandon knew that if *he* was trapped in some dude’s gut, he sure as hell wouldn’t be chilling out like this.

But the whole thing had been Keith’s idea after all. The artist had invited Brandon over, saying he was “the perfect muse” and begged for the opportunity to paint him. Branson didn’t know jack shit about art, but he was happy to help his buddy out and flattered that anyone thought he was worth taking the time to paint.

They’d gotten about two hours into the session when Keith had set down his brush and said there was just one thing missing. He’d approached Brandon, pried open his jaws and stuffed his head inside. Brandon was shocked, of course, but didn’t want to question the artistic process. He’d gulped up Keith and packed him away with a wet, slimy belch, and that was that.

*goooouuuuurrrrrrgggll...* Brandon frowned as his stomach let out a particularly loud gurgle. He poked and prodded near his bellybutton, eyes widening as he felt the soft bulge slosh and jiggle. “Oh.” He scratched his head sheepishly. With a grunt, he stood and crossed the room to examine the portrait. He blinked, staring in surprise at a finished painting depicting Brandon with a full, swollen belly resting against the wall of the studio.