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Oh boy, this is getting out of control…

Trenaholic

“Woof, that feels good. Don’t stop now, you make me feel huge. Don’t worry, I only digest strangers. You’re gonna be my personal growth formula. Whenever I feel small I can pack you away for a few hours and we can both enjoy my massive size. Sound good?”

He shifted again and said something that was left muffled behind my abs.

You just feel soooo good in my gut and I love how much you stretch me out. I cant move an inch without feeling my dense gut swing and jiggle in response. You wanna make me as big as you can yeah? Well see this is like a different kind of feeding. You’re just training me for bigger and better meals, I promise I won’t digest you.

It all started a couple months ago, I was coming home from the gym, rearing to shove my cock in my man’s pillowy ass and shoot off all the testosterone i build up during my workout. We’re making out, I’m still pumped and sweaty but exhausted, and suddenly he starts sucking on my neck. But he’s moaning louder than I am, exploring every sweaty inch of my neck and face with hunger, moaning and pulling me in closer. Then suddenly my head is in his damp and cramped mouth.

With sounds halfway between grunting and moaning, he slowly started pulling me in deeper to his maw. My pure shock at my position prevented me from struggling. Slowly, slowly he slurps and swallows and shoves with his hands, ripping off my sweaty clothing and exploring every inch of my salty body with his tongue.

As my head and shoulders enter his stomach, the sight of his rapidly expanding gut sends him over the edge, and he eats with renewed vigor, quickly sending my legs and feet past his lips. With a few final powerful gulps I drop into his gut. It bulges outwards, more massive than he’s ever seen it, and more full than he’s ever felt before. Within seconds, he blew his load all over his gut.

I mean, yeah sure, there’s been a couple of times where I promised I’d let him out and, um, forgot, but its not like I’m out there eating everything that moves; they come to me!

This kinky couple came up to me the other day, asking me to eat both of them. Normally I can only fit one guy at a time, but they were both pretty short and skinny, so i managed to cram both of them in. Now THAT was full-filling, and a looong digestion too.

I even had this guy just live in here for a few days. I gave him plenty of hair and had to drink tons of anti-emetics and antacids but he showed his appreciation, stuffing me just as full when he got out.

It’s nippy out …

A few sensual, saliva-slicked minutes later and I’ll lean back, almost pinned by my heavy gut and entranced by the fullest feeling I’ve ever felt experienced. He’ll shift around for a minute to get comfy and then we’ll cuddle like that for an hour or two, him dozing off to a quick nap and me, rubbing my belly and letting waves of tingling ecstasy ripple from my bellybutton all across my skin. He says it’s his favorite place to be. When he’s ready he’ll give me a little bounce and I’ll let him back out, my formerly distended gut now fully empty and equally ravenous for the dinner he’s about to cook for me.

Just past month I took this boy all the way across the country. I saw him on the side of the road- skinny, short, maybe mid to late twenties- just what I’m looking for. When he told me where he was going and I told him to get in his face just lit up. “Thank you so much! How can I repay you?” He asked. I smirked and said “We’ll figure something out,” reaching over and grabbing his knee.

We pulled over at an empty rest stop and got out to stretch our legs. That’s when I pounced. He was easy to subdue as I went through the old routine: the monster strength of pinning him down becomes a ravenous hunger that transforms into desperate gulping and clawing which ends in a massive distended gut and the strongest feelings of power and satisfaction you’ve ever felt. I got back in the truck and gave my bouncing gut the rundown.

“Here’s how this is gonna work. I’ll get you to where you’re going no problem. It’ll take five days. As payment, you have to do two things: fill out my gut during the day, and be my toy at night. Your duties start right now.”

On the road, my gut sat pressed up against the steering wheel. Every bump in the road sent my passenger bouncing up and down, massaging me from the inside. After six hours of this I was plenty excited for sundown.

After two nights of rubbing my big belly during the day and pumping my little toy with load after load at night, even my passenger started to get into it. On the third day he asked if he could get in me himself. Leaning back with my mouth wide open he stripped and happily jumped feet first down my throat. That night, after a sweaty love session he asked if he could spend the night in my gut instead of my arms. I happily obliged.

I can’t help myself in the morning… it’s the first thing I think about.

(source @/beachballbeerbelly, unknown gainer)

James nonchalantly gazed to the side, posing as still as he could for the photo. When his friend laughed and put the phone away, he sighed, grabbing his drink from off his belly.

"Dude, that's a nice shelf you got there." His friend, Henry, sat down, a slight slur in his voice. "...you gave up on the gym?"

"No, dude. Zack's, uh, contributing to me tonight." He lifted his hand from the table, giving the side of his belly a couple light pats. There was a slight shift underneath his skin, revealing the form of a person inside.

Henry's smile fell, and his eyes bounced between James' smirking face, and his hefty gut. In a tense voice, he asked, "..Oh. Did you...?" The sentence trailed, not letting the dreaded word, digest, pass his lips.

An expression of realization washed over James' face, and he stuttered for a second. "Oh, hell no. He just wanted to flake on coming out tonight. Didn't ya, Zack?". His eyes rolled down to his belly, and he gave it a little slap. A bulge popped out of the side, as Zack kicked in retaliation. James chuckled. "We had to compromise."

Henry relaxed, smiling again. "So, I guess you don't have to buy any food tonight? Savin' some cash." He took a big sip of his beer, eyeing James' belly.

James laughed, his belly bouncing. "Nope..." He grabbed both sides of the gut, shaking it up and down, "...I'm stuffed." He turned his head to the side, burping into his fist.

With that, he pushed himself up from his seat, groaning as he hefted his weight upward. The chair creaked, finally relieved from his weight. He pulled his tee over his gut the best he could, though his underbelly poked out slightly. Zack began to move around again, adjusting to the new position. James stretched his arms over his head and sighed. "Alright, I have to go take a leak. I'll be back."

Henry laughed drunkenly, head in hand.

"Dude...isn't that kinda gay?"

James stopped in his tracks immediately, turning on his heel to face Henry again. "Man, what?" He leaned forward, his belly sagging. Zack shifted again, likely irritated with the change of gravity.

"Yeah, dude. I mean... you're gonna pull your dick out...and piss...with another guy right there. That's pretty gay."

James stared in disbelief, not really sure what to say.

"I mean, he's in your gut. You're technically gonna piss while another guy is literally on your dick. Like, on it! Can he feel you pissing? Is he sitting in whatever you're pissing out? Is he pissing too? Like, that's the textbook definition of gay!" Henry got increasingly rambunctious throughout his rant, drawing the attention of other tables.

Enough was enough. Annoyed, James marched back to the table, his gut bouncing with each step. Reaching out, he rested a hand on Henry's shoulder, and leaned in close.

"Yea, dude, I bet you'd know a lot about the textbook for gays."

With that, he patted Henry's shoulder, roughly, and strode to the bathroom.

"Damn. He kinda owned me."

Henry sat there in silence for a moment, just watching his friend leave. He caught James bumping his belly on two different tables as he passed, before slipping out of Henry's sight.

(ID: gainingnate)

My boyfriend and I have been dating for a couple years, now. We started off just hooking up, but things escalated pretty quickly, and we've been living together for a year and a half.

My love language is quality time, and one of my favorite ways to spend time with my man is showering with him. We chat, laugh, help each other clean up...it's just really nice.

I had just gotten off of work this night, and thought this would be the best way to decompress before bed.

I finished undressing and stood shivering in the bathroom air, waiting for Nate to finish so we could hop in. He was in the middle of taking off his shirt when he caught sight of me.

He dropped his tee on the floor, a hungry look in his eye. I crossed my arms, blushing and feeling slightly exposed.

"Shit, baby. You look real good tonight." His voice was low, almost gristly.

I giggled, looking down. "Thank you."

He took a step closer to me. "Real tasty." Our eyes met, and he smirked. Of course, I knew what he wanted...but he'd have to convince me, first.

"You know, why don't we table the shower...and just chill in bed?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close enough to bump against his belly. He was so warm, I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. I noticed I had stopped shivering, too.

He leaned his head down closer to me, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Just let me eat you up and hold you close. Please, baby. I need you."

The magic words had been spoken. I couldn't just let my man starve, now, could I?

I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance, and sighed. "Yea, I guess you can..." I locked my hands together and held them up to him. "Eat up, babe. Enjoy me." He smiled, giving me a peck on the forehead before he opened his mouth, engulfing my hands. He made quick work of my arms, giving me a wink before he opened wider, engulfing my head fully.

I started to shift as he polished off my feet, doing my best to get comfortable. His belly was warm, tight, and wet. It always reminded me of a hot tub, with a bit more slime than water. After a minute, I had settled into an upright fetal position, perpendicular to his chest.

I felt his hands pressing in on me, as he rested his hands on his belly.

Nate moaned, feeling immense pleasure at my movements. "Ahhh, back where you belong again. Urp. Let me carry you to bed, baby."

He groaned as he hefted his belly up, carrying me bridal-style the best he could through the hairy fat. I laughed, entertained.

He plopped down face first on the bed, pressing his full weight onto me. I squirmed the best I could, laughing. "Nate, stop, you're crushing me!".

He didn't move, enjoying my squirms. "Oh, you want me to move? But I'm just so comfortable like this..." He pressed down into me even harder, and I pushed back as much as I could.

He stayed there for another couple seconds before he flipped over onto his side. I sighed in relief, able to breathe easy once again.

There was a bit of silence before he spoke again. "I don't know what it is, but every time I eat you, I get so tired." I heard him yawn, and he stretched.

I matched his yawn, feeling perfectly sleepy. "I have to admit, I'm kind of tired, too. I'm fine to just call it now, if you want."

He patted his belly. "I love that idea."

We fell asleep just like that, me curled up and his hand resting on his belly. Come tomorrow morning, he'd likely take a shower and cough me up then.

Anyone want to smack this ?