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It should have been harder to make someone with a doctorate in and extensive theoretical and practical experience with molecular biology feel like an idiot. And yet, somehow I managed it on a daily basis, even in the midst of condicting scientific breakthroughs. Now, kids of any species will make you feel like an idiot in ways you never even knew existed, but this time had nothing to do with them.

The Eridian engineers in charge of my biodome’s function had been trying to make it more complex- a closer approximation to Earth’s atmosphere- both for my own mental and physical health and for the purpose of scientific study. Explaining humidity to a species that is wary of oxygen in the atmosphere, much less free water particles, had taken a while. But that wasn’t the problem either. At least, not directly. Today, early in the morning, they had managed to make a thunderstorm.

It had happened on accident. They were getting pretty good at rain, mist, and even fog during the past few months, but something in the air exchange had caused the high and low pressure zones to clash and clamor as I was eating my breakfast. It was startling, to say the least. The engineers thought for a moment that they’d done something terribly wrong.

Needless to say that when I explained that it was a natural phenomenon on earth, they were about as pleased at peaches.

After getting back to the house, (quite soaked through, mind you,) I had had a… moment.

It was funny. The familiarity of the biodome as they worked their way toward a more naturalistic setting was comforting, in a way. They were doing it for me- and I appreciate it!! Very much so!!

But the ache of what I had lost, the cascading realization that the weight of experiences that I would only forget, it had hit me. Hard.

I wasn’t even fully inside when I realized I was crying, my glasses fogging up as my cheeks warmed with emotion. I was an ugly crier, always have been. But even though I couldnt be ugly to the Eridians, the shame of it only served to squeeze my insides harder.

I sat on the edge of the bed and wept, head in my hands as I wallowed. I felt truly quite miserable, the thought of never talking with old colleagues or seeing my students graduate again like a wellspring in my soul. And it wasn’t just that- it wasn’t just the big stuff. It was the little things.

How, even though the thunder and rain outside was familiar in its comforting rhythm, that it just didn’t smell the same. The gravel and sand under my feet was a dead thing, sanitized to keep me safe. To keep me alive. But I was the only living thing in here. My own personal fishbowl, as nice as it could be, would never be the ocean.

By the time Rocky was pounding my door down, (I realized a bit too late that me crying would certainly be picked up by my host’s incredibly sensitive hearing), my throat was raw and my eyes stung.

“Grace!!” His notes were an octave higher than typical, his carapace held high off the floor as he scuttled in, alert and searching for a perpetrator. I waved him off, but was unable to make anything useful word-wise come out of me. So I flopped back, rolling cumbersomely over and burying my face in the pillow as the shame in myself turned sour and sharp in the put of my stomach.

Rocky wasted no time climbing up onto the bed after me, poking his limbs into my side. I could feel his thrumming as he checked me over, before seemingly deciding that nothing was physically amiss.

“I’m okay, bud.” My voice sounded awful, raw and wet from my grief, “I’m just a little, uh, sad.” I couldn’t keep the wobble out of my words, and I rolled back onto my back. Rocky’s humming dropped about two octaves, and his weight pressed into my side. Commiseration. We stayed like that for a few minutes, the gentle tapping of the rainstorm on the window interspaced with my ragged, hiccuping breaths as I tried to regain some level of self control. Rocky just settled closer and closer, like he was trying to climb into my skin.

“Would more Earth food help Grace feel better, question?” Rocky asked, so sweetly and genuinely that it gave me pause. Then, his little hands started to press into my stomach, kneading not unlike a cat. “Or an abdominal massage, question?”

I had to laugh. It was stupidly sweet, and a little silly, but damn if the little guy didn’t know exactly how to break my moodiness. I sniffed between giggles, eliciting a curious head tilt from Rocky. This, of course, just made me laugh harder. How a creepy space spider without a face could look like a puppy, I will never know.

“Why Grace laugh, question?” I could tell Rocky was trying to sound offended, but I knew his tones too well not to hear the relief behind the facade. He was too sweet for his own good.

“Nothin, bud. I’m just lucky to have you.” I replied, situating my glasses on my nose and curling around him. Right on cue, my stomach rumbled, and I felt my face warm for an entirely different reason. Rocky (again, somehow and without a face,) had a fairly smug air to him.

i chose these two cause i think their personalities are fun and this seemed in character for them. they're pretty iconic

didn't know what to feed him at first, my friend suggested pizza so that's what i went with. originally, sinister was gonna yank on mark's hair, but this made more sense

i'm actually not a big mohawk fan (design-wise), but giving him the piercings was fun. the battle damage was unplanned lol. these boys would be so feral though, no way there wasn't a big struggle before they managed to restrain mark (somewhat)

i don't draw a lot of characters interacting but this was fun to figure out. i'm happy with how it came out for sure. even if drawing skinny mark's gave me psychic damage

“Nuh uh, I don’t wanna hear it. The Mullners were close friends to your dad and I, and so were the Colemans—”

“And I was going to eat the Wards myself, but you beat me to it,” Nick’s other dad piped up from the driver's seat. He looked at Nick through the rearview mirror and winked at him with his identical brown eyes. 

A pursed smile etched into Nick’s face as he failed once again to explain that he hadn’t meant to eat any of them—they all just ended up getting digested one way or another by him. His father in the driver's seat—-the one in which he had inherited his pred gene from—chalked it up to him just being an unruly 19-year-old. However, his dad in the passenger seat took the issue much more seriously than his husband did. Whilst one dad had a little more empathy and humor about Nick’s predatory side, the other was endlessly patronizing about his child's eating habits. He was so used to it by this point that the teenager found himself slumped against the car door, peering out the window like a deflated balloon.

The cracks in the road and bumps in the car got more persistent as they got farther from suburbia, telling the family that they were about to arrive at Jason’s farm house. Jason was one of Nick’s closer friends, and they were on the soccer team together back in high school. While they hadn’t talked much since last summer, they were still on good terms, and this would be a nice opportunity to deepen their friendship since Nick wasn’t allowed to be left at home alone with his brother anymore after his dads walked in on him slurping his brother down his enlarged cock (again, not his fault).

When the family pulled into the drive way, Nick gave a quick hug to his dads goodbye, endured more lecturing about how he needed to control his appetite, rolled his eyes as his other parent gave him a twenty to order a pizza guy (and a pizza, as “dessert,” he joked), and they hastily sped off to enjoy their trip to Aruba. The young man sighed again—his go-to emote when dealing with his overbearing and almost over-loving parents. Their heart was in the right place, but they still treated him like a child. If all goes right, this would hopefully be a chance to prove to both of his dads that he isn’t the gluttonous pred that they’ve branded him as.

Gripping his duffel bag, Nick watched as the car left, noticing just how empty the roads and surrounding fields were. If he wanted to eat Jason and his family—which he didn’t—then not a soul would know about it until his parents came to pick him up. Nick thought about that for quite some time—long enough that he didn’t notice Jason come out of the house and approach him from behind.

“Hey, welcome back, weirdo. What’re you standing around for?”

Nick turned around with shock in his eyes. He had gotten way too lost in that daydream. “Oh! Jason! Hey man,” he leaned in for a bro-hug. “Sorry, just, uh,” Nick tried to think of an excuse whilst talking over his growling stomach, “just pissed that I don’t get to go to fucking Aruba with my dads.”

“So valid, man, but hey, the lake’s still out back. Remember when we used to go skinny dipping with the team?” Jason smirked.

“Hah! Yeah! Who was it that always complained about it being too cold?”

The two paused for a moment as if to think, but in unison, they exchanged a knowing look and said “Kyle.”

“Anyways, come on in. My pops is cooking dinner, and it should be ready soon. You hungry?”

“Always.”

Jason led his old friend into the house and motioned him up the stairs to his room. The two chatted, catching up on what they’ve been up to this summer. Jason had put on some bulk since the last time the two had hung out. Nick tried not to think about it, especially on an empty stomach, but the brown-haired hunk practically needed a bra with how much his pecs had grown. Of course, Jason noticed Nick staring.

“What’s up bro? Notice something new?” Jason bounced his pecs with a jocular grin, showing off his new muscles through his tanktop like a vintage car show.

“Yeah, you just used to be such a scrawny guy! What happened?” Nick joked back, trying to change the topic subtly.

“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to be more like you?” Jason looked earnest—eager to please, almost. Nick was taken aback for a moment because, while he did have some lean muscle, he wasn’t built nearly as bulky as Jason had gotten. Just when he was about to respond, Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, “Dude, I’m joking. I know it's been a while, but ease up, will ya?”

The predator silently cursed himself for acting like such a social dunce with his old friend. Nick himself wasn’t even interested—wasn’t even that interested—in having Jason for dinner. It was just his fathers’ words getting to his head. Shaking himself off like he did before his soccer games, Nick plunged back into his body, responding with a laugh and, “Bruh, sorry. I forget your humor sometimes.”

The two continue bantering for a few minutes as Nick unrolls his sleeping bag and examines the new decorations around Jason’s room—a couple of which feature some bronze and silver medals from bodybuilding competitions. Nick nods in appraisal, trying to ignore the hunger growing in his stomach; however, with perfect timing, Jason’s dad calls out from downstairs: “Kids! Dinner’s ready!”

“Dad made your favorite ‘cause he knew you’d be coming over. You still love his meatloaf, right?”

The prospect of meatloaf spurred Nick to race downstairs without answering, ready to indulge in one of his favorite meals. Jason bounded down after him with a grin plastered onto his face, happy that his friend was finally getting more comfortable. When the pair reached the kitchen, Jason’s father turned around with a pan of meatloaf steaming from the oven. Nick and Jason’s stomachs growled in unison.

“There’s my boys! Good to see you Nick! How’ve you been? Jason’s been talking about you coming over for weeks,” he smirked at his kid, who shot him an icy glare at spilling his eagerness.

“I’m great Mr. Donovan! Thank you for having me over. I really appreciate it.”

The lines around his eyes crinkled from years of smiling. “No need to be so formal, son. You’re family here.”

A deep voice from behind made the two guys turn around, “Ah! There he is! Nick! Good to see you again, buddy! Hope these guys here haven’t caused you too much trouble,” A twinkling eye winked at him.

The other Mr. Donovan hugged his kids with charming enthusiasm. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back, and his wife-lover had a noxious odor that Jason gagged at instantly.

“Ew, Dad! Shower after you workout. That’s gross.”

Upon closer inspection, Nick observed the veins in his arms were bulging, and his pecs looked pumped and juicy. It seems like Jason wasn’t the only Donovan that bulked up since he had seen them last. A hunger pang resonated, silencing all the noise in the room save for the sizzling vegetables on the skillet. Nick blushed furiously and looked down. The family around him laughed, patting nick on the shoulder and gracing his head with a noogie.

“Come on boys, let’s eat!”

The family plus Nick all sat around at the dinner table, grinning at each other as an easy blanket of humor and familiarity crowded the family dining room. As the time passed, each man became more and more comfortable with Nick being there, welcoming him as if he were truly part of the family. They got so comfortable with each other, that when Nick realized he had eaten the entire meatloaf by himself, the family just laughed—Jason even reached over to pat his bloated six-pack.

“God, kid. Even all these years later, you still can pack it away better than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“You should’ve seen him at the afterparties at our tournaments, dad,” Jason exclaimed with stars in his eyes, “Nick was able to eat anything and everything we gave him! This is nothing!”

The guy looked pretty sheepish and looked down, not accustomed to being praised over openly for his appetite. In complete transparency, Nick was only stuffing himself so much that he wouldn’t be tempted to eat the lovely family of three sitting around him. And so far, because of their extraordinary kindness and his several helpings of food, it seemed like it was going to work. 

After a long while of jovial conversation and reminiscence of old high-school days, dinner started to wind down. Everyone had stuffed themselves until they were bloated beyond belief, but Nick was still far and away the champion of eating the most. When the group had finished eating, the loving husbands retreated to the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch tv, leaving Nick and Jason to do the dishes. Nick liked that about Jason’s family—everyone pulled their weight equally and no one was treated like an unruly child. Before the night was even halfway over, the young predator promised that he would spend more time with Jason and his family. 

As the pair washed the dishes with easy conversation flowing between them like water, Jason again brought up the topic of Nick’s stomach, something he seemed to be progressively more interested in as the friends became refamiliarized with each other. 

“So like, what would you do with an extra stomach?” Jason pondered, glancing down at his buddy’s swollen gut from all the meatloaf he’d inhaled. 

This had already come after Nick had ducked and weaved through several other questions about his appetite, so he felt pressured to at least say something to keep the conversation alive. “I’d probably use it to eat more? What about you?”

“I’d probably post pictures of myself online after eating. You know people pay money to do that kind of thing? And they even meet up in person to feed each other. I could make a shit ton of money doing that.”

Nick swallowed his response, knowing that he had in fact done that before, except his payment was usually gulping the older man who fed him whole as a dessert. 

As the two finished lining the plates and dishes on the drying rack, the buddies bounded up the stairs to hang out some more. Nick changed into his pajamas—just an old pair of avengers sweatpants that he always thought made his butt look too big. An unforeseen problem, however, arose when his bulging stomach rose out from his torso like a blimp. He had no t-shirt to hide it, and it wasn’t like he was ashamed—you could still see his abs through his bloated tummy. Jason’s taunts were the only thing he was worried about. Assuming he’d just have to grin and bear it, Nick walked back into Jason's room, belly round and offset by his defined v-line, which made the young body-builder drool. 

“Damn bro, how far along are you? Who’s the father? Do your parents know?” Jason poked fun at his friend, who, for what seemed like the millionth time that night, blushed in embarrassment. 

However, to get back at his buddy for all of the school-ground torment he was subjecting him to, Nick approached Jason quickly where he sat on the bed, clapped him on the shoulders and let out a deafening,

“BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”

Spittle coated Jason’s shocked face like a sudden monsoon. Nick laughed at the sight and sat next to him, feeling his taut gut rest in his lap. After several seconds passed with Jason not saying anything, Nick looked over to see his buddy shifting his legs on the bed, making several suspicious movements as he pretended to wipe the stench and saliva off of his face. Nick could’ve sworn his prominent bulge had grown considerably, though he couldn’t look without making it obvious. 

“You okay?” Nick asked, wondering if he should feel guilty. 

Jason pursed his lips, sitting up and sitting back down briefly before twisting his hips around slightly. It was obvious he was hiding a boner. “Yeah buddy, I’m great!”

Nick didn’t press the issue, opting to instead chill out with his buddy he hadn’t seen for years. The two chatted about guys (sadly, there hadn’t been much action for either of them), their old soccer memories, what they wanted to do in the future, the usual things. At one lull in the conversation, Jason reached over to show Nick his bodybuilding competitive photos, but he reached over in such a way that his hand rested on his hot, gurgling stomach for an uncomfortably long time. Jason’s hand felt nice on his stomach, but Nick wanted to avoid anything that could lead to him proving his dads’ suspicions about him. He tried shifting away, but Jason’s hand stuck to the surface of his very noisy belly like glue.

“Uh—Bro—” Nick said, catching a belch in his throat because Jason was so close to him again. 

“Yeah man? Sorry, hold on, lemme—” Jason moved his legs over, finally moving his hand from his friend’s gut; however, he now found himself straddling Nick’s belly with his thighs as he reached for some apparently very real trophy from a past competition. It was a little hard to focus with Jason’s chubbed package directly in Nick’s face, but he stayed quiet. Jason squeezed Nick’s belly with his thighs softly, chuckling, “Holy shit, bro. This thing’s gurgling up a storm.”

Nick froze, realizing finally what was happening. He thought he’d be ready for it this time, as he’d had to go through this many times before. This was the issue that made his dads convinced he was a ruthless predator—everyone around him wanted to be his meal. His little brother, his old soccer team, all of the close family friends—something about Nick’s disposition and charm made them all want to feed themselves to the insatiable 19-year-old.  He didn’t realize it at first because Jason hid it so well, but this fixation on his stomach and various comments he’s made throughout the night made Nick conclude that Jason was just like the rest. Just as Nick was about to push his prey-friend off of him, he was snapped back onto the bed, hands pinned by the wrists above his head. Before the cornered predator could speak, Jason dipped his thumb into Nick’s mouth. Fuck, Nick thoughts, his heart racing, he tastes so good. His stomach groaned an audible whine, and Jason grinded his now fully erect bulge against Nick’s tummy. 

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” Jason rumbled in a quiet, intense voice. Nick struggled against his grasp, but the years his friend had spent body-building was more than enough to overpower the not-nearly-as-bulky jock. 

Nick wanted to answer, but he found his tongue involuntarily wrapped around Jason’s digit, soaking it in saliva and trying to coax it down his throat. His friend tasted like sweet, warm bread. The taste was comforting and reminded Nick of childhood. His stomach called out, telling Jason everything he needed to know.  He didn’t want to—he couldn’t—fight his natural predator urges with brute force, especially when he had a meal that was literally forcing himself into him; fortunately, Jason yanked his thumb out of Nick’s mouth with only a modicum of struggle, letting relief wash over his friend with temptation removed. 

“Remember last year? During our final soccer tournament? I saw what you did to Kyle in the locker rooms when you thought no one was looking. It was brutal, watching you pin him down and slowly work your lips around his struggling body. I saw the way your throat bulged, then your stomach ballooning out to fit our friend in there. Did he taste good? I saw the way you moaned over him and belched up his jersey, Nick. God, what must have that felt like for him? As he slowly digested in your belly, all you did was rub over his quivering form and burp and jack off. Was he scared? Did it feel good? Did you feel guilty at all for trapping him in your gut?”

Jason’s monologue was cut off by a loud noise that emanated from the belly under him. The muscular hunk grinded his hips against it, earning himself another burp. Nick was a little afraid; he was used to obsession over his stomach, but this was starting to get worryingly fanatic. Without skipping a beat, Jason pressed his erection harder into Nick’s bloated tummy. He continued, “Ever since then, this is all I could think about. You look like you need something big to fill you up. Please, Nick, eat me.”

Nick was in a stunned silence. His mouth hung agape, unable to form words in the midst of Jason’s insanity. What he was doing felt good, but he didn’t want to admit that. Trying to get the wherewithal to form coherent words, Nick took a deep inhale. Jason construed this as an invitation, so he plunged his head into his best friend’s gaping maw. Nick almost choked him up instantly. The noise of Nick engulfing his buddy’s head was wet, slow, and deep. Since Jason was so much stronger than the young jock, Nick was unable to push him off. He resisted the insatiable urge to swallow for a few moments, but that was all for naught as Jason pushed himself deeper into Nick’s throat, bulging it out. The predator made a muffled moaning sound as his lips slid over his friend, jaw popped open for more of Jason to force himself in.

Instinctually, Nick’s hands found Jason’s ass, giving it a squeeze without realizing it. Jason wriggled his hips, trying to force himself deeper into his friend’s belly. With a start, Nick comprehended Jason had let go of his wrists, no longer pinning him down, and the first thing he chose to do was squeeze his friend’s butt before helping him out. An extraordinarily weird feeling overwhelmed Nick and he froze for a minute. Jason, in the meanwhile, had managed to shove both of his arms down his friend’s gullet and pull himself deeper into the jock’s now ballooning stomach which boasted to be the same size as a beach ball.

Inside the man’s digestive system, Jason had his head squeezed through Nick’s needy stomach valve. It massaged and tenderized his flesh as he was pushed through. Even if Nick’s mind didn’t want this to happen, his body did. The wet, stomach noises echoed around him as Nick’s heartbeat echoed inside the belly. Jason managed to get his hands around Nick’s stomach ring and widen it, pushing up and getting a huge amount of his body into his friend’s immense gut. 

On the outside, the predator’s eyes widened as Jason quickly disappeared down his outstretched maw without so much as a swallow. The euphoric feeling of a growing belly distracted him momentarily, letting his peristalsis kick in, slobbering over and gulping down Jason’s plump ass quickly. The ridges of his friend’s muscles were easy to feel out in his throat, and though Nick would’ve said he hated this, his immense cock was leaking with buckets of pre. Whilst he was always happy for willing meals from anyone, Jason was a rare case of a bigger guy wanting to be prey. As the contraction of his throat beckoned more of the beefy man into his belly, Nick started rubbing over his massive meal, moaning with a mouth full of it. Jason was squirming around in there like crazy, causing the smaller man to twitch and spasm in sheer pleasure. Unable to hold himself back anymore from the floodgates of heaven, Nick willingly gulped, nibbling over Jason’s tree-trunk thighs, feeling them both get funneled down his gullet easily. The bulge in his throat and chest looked beautiful, Nick thought.

Upon feeling his buddy gulp him, Jason tried finding a comfortable position in Nick’s stomach, but he found it to be rather difficult. Nick’s belly massaged him on all sides, feeling upsettingly cramped for how much bigger Jason knew it could stretch. The smell was horrible, too. He thought the stench of chewed up meatloaf would’ve been relatively inoffensive, but an acrid odor scraped his nostrils from any pleasure in the sweltering belly. That was another thing Jason felt—the heat. As soon as Nick gulped the rest of him down (thankfully, Nick had now transitioned into fully wanting his beefy friend filling up his gut), Jason stripped from his clothes—a task of great difficulty because of the constriction of movements. The walls were wet like a soggy blanket, and the sound of Nick's heartbeat was almost deafening. The gurgles his belly echoed around him sounded much more sinister, Jason thought. Pushing against his bro’s gut, a slow realization befell the body-building 20-year-old. He didn’t want to be in here. 

Admiring his new and engorged gut, Nick gulped down a bunch of air to make the behemoth belly appear even larger. Feeling his muscular friend squirm around as a willing prey made the teen feel drunk on pleasure, and he bucked his hips in sexual want. “Ahh—UUURRRPP,” the pred let out a small burp whilst feeling his sensitive belly, “you feel so good in there, Jace. My belly’s really—RRRRPPPPPP—appreciative.” Lying back on the bed that belonged to his now-digesting friend, Nick heard a muffled voice coming from his stomach. 

Shouting with all his might over the gurgling churns, Jason screamed at his friend: “I changed my mind! Let me out!”

Nick heard his buddy, but he feigned ignorance. With how good he felt, Jason wasn’t going to come back out. A couple soft pats was all Nick did to answer his friend-turned food. His blistering and uncaring stomach walls pressed down on Jason cruelly, making several cacophonous squelches. His stomach jostled languidly, as Jason was truly unable to find much liberation in the groaning tank. 

Touseling his brown hair, Nick hefted himself up from the bed, hearing his buddy whine as he got bullied and tumbled inside his body’s belch-maker. Waddling over to a large mirror Jason most likely used to practice his posing, Nick hit a front-double bicep, looking at his respectable physique admirably. Jason was going to help him build more muscle than he had in years. The roundness offset by his gut was a glorious and unlikely harmony between hunger and discipline. Nick clutched his stomach and bounced it up and down, shaking Jason up in there in a taunt. 

“Fuck, buddy—BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”

The prey’s wife-lover and boxers flew out of his mouth and hit the wall with a splat. They slowly inched down the wall, peeling off eventually and landing in the corner of the room sadly. A chuckle erupted from the pred, realizing that yet again, he was going to prove his dads right; however, he was way too satisfied to care. Smacking his lips and reliving the flavor of Jason that played on his tongue, the young jock realized how thirsty he had gotten. Since swallowing Jason was the prey equivalent of two-dozen dry scoops of protein powder, the predator found himself immensely parched. Looking down, Nick knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide his gut from Jason’s dads. Still, his belly gets what his belly wants. 

Each creeping step down the stairs felt like a gunshot going off. With the extra weight of Jason (and his constant cries for help and for Nick to let him out), the journey to the kitchen was loud and excruciatingly slow. In order to reach the fridge, stocked with milk and water and soda, Nick had to pass through the living room, where he could make out both of Jason’s dads cuddled up together on the couch. They seemed to be asleep, but he still wanted to be as silent as he could so as to not confront them with their son-filled belly. Picking up the heft of his stomach, Nick moved forward, inch by inch.

Three times did the pred swallow back down a meaty belch, giving him a deeply uncomfortable feeling in his gut. This, coupled with the constant squirming Jason was doing was definitely going to give him a belly-ache. Still, the greedy gullet of Nick had to be satiated. Eventually, his feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen and neither of Jason’s parents had gotten up, though one of them stirred slightly.

Waddling over to the fridge, the teen opened it slowly and pulled out a gallon of milk. Throwing the blue cap the wayside, Nick began to chug with one hand on his belly, feeling Jason moan in agony at the torment. Inside his belly, the cold, white liquid splashed over the muscular hunk, making him shiver in the face of the volcanic belly chamber. The entire gallon was emptied in mere moments, sitting heavy in his gut. A small burp flew out into Nick’s fist, though it didn’t relieve the building pressure in his chest. Reaching for a half-gallon of orange juice, Nick froze as he felt a warm pair of hands grasp his hips tightly.

“I didn’t think our boy would actually go through with it,” Mr. Donovan said in his sultry, baritone voice. “He’s been talking about it for years, but to see him curled up in your tank, Nick, well. It makes a daddy proud.”

He thought he had been silent—or quiet at least—when crossing the living room. It seemed like one of Jason’s dads was a light sleeper. Something is his belly shifted as Nick turned his head slowly. Jason’s pops, still in his sweaty tank top from his earlier workout, was rubbing slow circles around Nick’s ass. Regardless of Nick’s wants, it seemed like Mr. Donovan was going to have his way with Nick. 

The fathers lengthening shaft peeked through his waistband, seeking attention from Nick’s hole. With a smile, Mr. Donovan pulled Nick’s pants down, revealing his pale, bubbly ass. His tight cheeks were muscular, and his tight, pink hole yawned with anxiety. Something gurgled in the pred’s belly and Mr. Donovan pushed his hips forward with his fully erect cock. Nick was excellent at taking things up his ass, but his friend's dad was massive. 

“Mr. Donovan, I—“

“Shhh, Nick. We don’t wanna wake up my husband, do we?” A hand clasped itself over Nick’s mouth, sealing in his belches and words oppressively.  His barrel chest rose and fell slowly as he let his son’s friend get adjusted to his girth. Pushing in several more inches without lube, Nick tried to protest, but Mr. Donovan was bigger than Jason, and he couldn’t fight off that guy, so there was no hope here that Nick could dismount himself from the girthy shaft. 

Nick tried to reach for something to hold on to as the dick continued splitting him apart. He was at the complete mercy of his prey’s father. Just as he was about to try and bite Mr. Donovan’s fingers to get off of him, the young predator melted into a moan. In his right pink hole, Mr. Donovan had discovered Nick’s prostate. 

“There you go, sweetheart. Just focus on the pleasure of my son and my cock in here.“ Despite his attempt at perhaps comforting words, Nick still couldn’t leave the situation if he wanted to. Sweat started to form at his brow as Mr. Donovan bottomed out. If he had his abs like normal, he definitely would’ve seen the bulge of Mr. Donovan’s tip  in his stomach. 

“Fuck, Nick,” the bigger man moaned, “you’re so tight around me.” Mr. Donovan’s cock was wrapped around hermetically, and the farmer felt his shaft throb at the tight enclosure. Nick wiggled his hips, inadvertently adding a low groan of pleasure to the chorus of stomach gurgling. After several long, excruciating moments, Mr. Donovan pulled out, making the predator, ironically, feel very empty. When the father plunged himself back in, Nick shuddered at the feeling and conflicted tears welled up in his eyes. 

Mr. Donovan, with the hand that wasn’t restraining Nick’s mouth, reached forwards and rubbed his son-squirming belly. The flesh was hot with all of the movement. It was taut and bulging every so often with all of Jason’s movement. Mr. Donovan was a very proud father, and he let his pride be known by gyrating his hips, forcing his horse cock in and out of Nick’s hole with a pace akin to an eager stallion. Every time Jason’s father thrust inward, Nick was shifted forward slightly, and he was pulled back every time Mr. Donovan pulled out. He’d never have expected Jason’s dad to do something like this, and though he hated to admit it, Mr. Donovan was insanely hot. 

As the pace slowly grew to a light jog, Nick felt his diaphragm relax for a moan as his prostate was massaged, but he slipped up a little too far, belching right into Mr. Donovan’s clamped hand. Upon hearing and feeling the burp, the dad exponentially increased his pace, slamming himself deep into Nick then pulling out his foot-long cock at an inhuman speed. “Fuck, buddy. You’re digesting my son? You’re making daddy proud in there, Jace, I’ll meet you soon, buddy,” he said with a pat to the gut. 

Jason had mentioned a “we” earlier. He didn’t think this would be how it would work out, but Mr. Donovan gave it away quite willingly. Both Jason and his dad intended to be Nick’s willing meals. 

Though slight, Mr. Donovan’s cock grew larger, swelling up in anticipation for a hit load to spread around Nick’s insides. Nick pushed his ass back against Jason’s dad as his thrusts grew more frenetic and primal. Eventually, heavy breathing turned to moans, which shifted to obscenities. With a heavy grunt, Mr. Donovan unleashed a torrent of cum inside his son’s buddy, painting his bottom in his thick, white, seed. Nick felt the cum warm him as the cock drew out from his now loosened hole. Still reeling from pleasure, Nick felt almost overstimulated from lust as Mr. D kneeled down in front of Nick’s ass and began eating him out, lapping up at the cum spilling out of his hole. Lost in wanting more, Nick reached around and pushed Mr. Donovan’s head closer to his ass. 

A small pop was heard and a jolt of pleasure coursed through Nick’s body like a lightning bolt. Without looking, he knew that he had accidentally pushed Jason’s dad up his ass. His tight sphincter muscles twitched, pulling the huge man deeper up his bowels instinctually. Though Mr. Donovan’s hand was no longer shutting his mouth, Nick replaced it with his own hand to stifle his cries of euphoria. 

Fuck, Nick repeated in his head, feeling the older man travel up his intestines slowly as he clenched and relaxed cyclically, pulling more and more of Jason’s daddy between his bubbly cheeks. The older man seemed to enjoy the feeling, just like Jason had. He could feel what he believed was Mr. Donovan licking his cum-coated insides as Nick wrenched him deeper and deeper into his bowels. Panting heavily yet still desperately clenching his ass to bring more of the dad up his hungry bottom, Nick clutched his Jason-filled belly, thanking his struggling friend for being so good to him. 

Mr. Donovan was in total darkness. He could feel and taste his own cum as it lubricated his travel into his son’s friend's bubble butt, and he could hear Jason shouting and the stomach gurgling, and the scent was a somewhat unpleasant musk that smelled like Nick without showering for months. The dad was in heaven. He wriggled forward, trying to get deeper into the predator’s rectum. The walls possessively clung to Mr. Donovan as Nick tried to slurp up his meal at his own pace. However, Mr. Donovan was a strong man, strong enough to barrel past Nick’s walls that tried slowing him down. 

Nick practically screamed a moan as Mr. Donovan fed himself faster than any prey he’s ever taken up his ass before. Feeling the man’s legs slowly begin to get slurped up, a new mass of human began pouring into Nick’s belly, this time from the other end. He could hear muffled shouts and felt a massive amount of squirms from Jason as his father joined him eagerly in his stomach chamber. All this movement was really riling up the teen predator, and he had a terrible gut feeling that this father-son duo was going to give him indigestion. The laborious process of clench and relax continued as Nick allowed his body to swallow Mr. Donovan up his rear end. It was almost like magic—watching the thick, beefy legs disappear and shrink slowly up as Nick’s belly grew even larger and more round. The jock had to back away from the fridge because his stomach began pushing against the doors too heavily and he worried they would snap. Several deep grimaces etched into the anal-predator’s face as he tried everything he could to finish off Mr. Donovan, but the dilf seemed to like going at his own pace. A needy hand rubbed the growing belly as Jason and his pops began reuniting fully. Jason still was struggling and trying to get out, but his dad knew full well the consequences of his and his boys actions, so he tried to restrain his son to help Nick along. 

Inch by inch, Mr. Donovan slowly disappeared behind Nick’s muscular and bubbly cheeks, with his feet now being the only thing exposed to cold, open air. With a grunt, Nick clenched hard, feeling them slide up his ass, fully trapping Mr. Donovan in his glutes as he paraded up his intestines into his stomach, now much larger with two people squirming away inside. The predator stood still for a while, still bent over in the position he had strained to suck up Mr. Donovan in. He rubbed his hands gently over his sore and abused ass, still leaking partially with cum. 

“Fuck, Mr Donovan,” Nick panted, still clenching his ass with a mixture of habit and reflex now. “Just…fuck.”

His eyes scanned his jostling gut, trying to decipher what was going on in there. The two guys were moving around with purpose, gurgling up a storm in his belly. Nick clenched his jaw and felt for a moment as if he was going to pass out. Looking back at the fridge and kitchen walls, he realized that he had inadvertently sprayed a thick load all over the kitchen, coating almost everything in a layer of musky cum. The pred chuckled as he looked at the dishes on the drying rack that Jason and he had just cleaned moments earlier.  A viscous, heavy load dripped down them with a relaxed gait. Looking around, the predator's cock twitched. Nick reached around his gut and only barely reached it, tugging on it several times. His ass and stomach were nice and full, but his cock was unfortunately empty, freshly depleted of a heavy load. Feeling his erection twitch hard and begin growing, Nick knew the perfect remedy to fulfill his last need. 

By the time Nick had waltzed into the living room, his shaft had already grown to at least six feet long, oozing cum like a poisonous fountain. The other Mr. Donovan’s sleeping figure was snoring peacefully, illuminated gently in the blue-light of the tv glow. Nick braced his belly and angled himself closer, blocking out any light onto his prey. He bit his lip for a moment in hesitation; somehow, this always ended up happening: Nick gets a taste and goes overboard. Still, though, his cock needed to be fed. 

Without much ceremony, the teen’s immense mushroom head found Mr. Donovan’s head and slurped it up eagerly. Nick moaned and faltered into his gurgling gut, filled with the rest of the Donovan family tree. Thick, transparent globs of precum cascaded down the sleeping man’s torso as it lubricated his body for getting devoured. Though the pred had done this dozens of times, the pleasure never got old. Flexing his cock, it slurped up the man’s shoulders and chest, waking him up in a panic. Mr. Donovan couldn’t breathe easily, and the darkness around him was disturbing. Unable to make sense of what was going around him, he squirmed upward, inadvertently feeding himself to the enormous penis slurping him down greedily. 

The teen let out a high pitched squeak as he watched his friend’s (at this point, Nick considered Jason to have been promoted to “best friend”) dad squirm up his shaft without even having to do anything. Nick bucked his hips and resisted the temptation to ejaculate, which would have the unwanted side-effect of letting his prey escape. The bulge in his dick squirmed closer and closer to his balls, pushing on his tract and stimulating what felt like every pleasurable nerve in the pred’s body. After several over-stimulating minutes, the other Mr. Donovan had found himself covered in a thick, white substance, coating him oppressively. The smell and taste were recognized by him, but he couldn’t figure out what was happening. Nick’s balls tightened around its prey, slowly basting the man in his baby-batter until it would erode him down into more of its own. The soccer player's erect shaft was still twitching at an enormous, inhuman length, and Nick tried touching it softly to ease the pressure he felt everywhere in his body. 

Trying to regain composure, the young jock took tepid, careful steps to turn around and position himself on the couch, belly spread out in front of him and balls massaging his prey as they drooped to the floor. Nick fanned his legs, feeling all three prey inside of him squirm and put up their various battles against his body. Realizing he no longer had to play a game of stealth, Nick released the pressure that had been begging him to leave since Jason. 

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Mr. Donovan’s wife-lover flew out of the pred’s throat and stuck to the opposite wall, plastered among the various family photos the Donovan’s had built up over the years. Nick patted his gut with pride, very pleased that he had gotten all three of his meals, somewhat willingly—he’d like to think that Mr. Donovan was pushing himself up his shaft. 

The bloated pred sighed and continued erupting enormous belches, peppered in with emissions of precum and rancid farts here and there. He realized he had broken one of his fathers’ three rules, but again, there’s a difference between eating and being fed. Nick rationalized it in his head like he did the surprising majority of his other prey—they wanted this. As the moon rose higher and Nick grew more tired, he spread himself out on the large couch belly up, letting his enormous balls and dick rest over his legs. In utter bliss, the jock was lulled to sleep by the sounds of digestion. 

Afternoon sun filled the living room as his phone’s buzzer was prompting him to get up. His hands instinctively found his phone, and he opened FaceTime without thinking. 

“Hey Nicky, we just landed and checked into the hotel room, so we wanted to tell you we loved you and hope you’re settling in just fine!”

“Hey dad—UURRK—oh, sorry. Yeah I’m doing great,” Nick had to swallow back down a skull that wanted to come back up. 

“How’s Jason and his dads? They still like how you remember ‘em?”

Nick patted his belly off camera and smiled with fake child-like innocence, “Even better…!…bbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppp.”

Before Nick could hold himself back, he belched up two skulls right in front of his fathers. They came out slow and exaggerated, their acid-bleached white revealing his disobedience and greed instantaneously. The son grimaced like a guilty cat, knowing he was about to get chewed out by his parents. 

“Nick?”

“Yeah, dad?”

“Did anything exciting happen last night?” His tone was dull, yet it pierced the pred like a knife. 

“Yeah, dad.”

“Care to show us?”

Nick guiltily flipped the camera around to both of the slightly oxidized skulls covered in digestive juices. They lay side by side on the carpet, gleaming with a saliva-sheen. After a moment of silence, his morning wood added insult to injury. His throbbing cock, trying to lubricate itself with pre, forced up a huge glob of cum right next to the skulls, and with it, a half-melted skull covered in cum was added to the collection. He heard his predator father whistle through the screens as his sins were laid bare. Nick felt guilty and patted his extraordinarily bloated stomach. 

“It hasn’t even been 24 hours, Nicholas, and you’ve already eaten all of them—“

“They wanted it! Jason and his dad fed themselves to me! Honestly—!”

“You’re an exceptional pred, son, but sometimes it’s better to keep your greed in check—“

“Don’t encourage him!”