Belly Blogger

But seeing me pinned, helpless under my squirming gut just sets him off. He can barely control himself, making me wobble and slosh with the rhythm of his thrusting hips. Ever since that first time he's been finding ways for guys to 'accidentally' take a one way trip into my gut. I once even caught him stuffing me while I was asleep. I woke up with half a twink down my throat, boyfriend pushing him by his feet.

It's not like I go out and look for guys to tank. He just keeps bringing them to me. I don't even particularly like it. I mean sure, they feel good squirming around in my belly, really good actually. But all the begging and pleading makes me feel bad. Its really what happens after. Panting and sweating, immobilized under my gut, he'll use me for hours. Both hands on my belly, time after time. He wont stop until my belly goes soft.

But seeing me pinned, helpless under my squirming gut just sets him off. He can barely control himself, making me wobble and slosh with the rhythm of his thrusting hips. Ever since that first time he's been finding ways for guys to 'accidentally' take a one way trip into my gut. I once even caught him stuffing me while I was asleep. I woke up with half a twink down my throat, boyfriend pushing him by his feet.

It's not like I go out and look for guys to tank. He just keeps bringing them to me. I don't even particularly like it. I mean sure, they feel good squirming around in my belly, really good actually. But all the begging and pleading makes me feel bad. Its really what happens after. Panting and sweating, immobilized under my gut, he'll use me for hours. Both hands on my belly, time after time. He wont stop until my belly goes soft.

My best bro had guzzled down so much beer tonight that he had to lift his shirt over his fat, swollen gut just to relieve a little pressure. Not that it worked, since he was still belching away and drunkly laughing at each one. He could tell I started to find it gross after a while, so he decided to mess with me even further.

He stumbled over to me and straddled my lap, letting out his longest and loudest belch yet directly into my face, his bloated belly gurgling as he pressed it against me. He was quite amused with himself at first, but his mood quickly changed when I told the fat fuck to get off me and tried to shove him away. “Calling me fat, huh? I could get a lot fatter, especially if I ate you!”

Keeping up his cruel teasing, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders to restrain me as his huge mouth enclosed my head inside its warm, wet confines. I struggled in his grasp as he sucked on my head, gradually growing concerned that he was enjoying my taste a little too much. Whether he was just joking around or had always intended to take things further, his hunger had easily wrenched control from his inebriated mind.

He climbed off my lap and grabbed my waist as he stood up, raising my hips into the air so he could straighten out his throat and shove my body past his greedy lips. The weight of an entire person dropping into his already beer-filled tank forced him back into his own chair, nearly breaking it in the process. The heat inside his stomach was intense, making it feel like I was already starting to melt down and merge with the bubbling liquid that rested inside him.

I’ve written a couple dozen vore stories over the past few years, so I’m compiling a list of all of them with links right here. 

If anyone wants my paypal or such to help me have more time to write, or wants to commission a story feel free to dm. I could write something specific for you if I feel like our interests are mutual. Or if you wanna trade stories/art that could be fun too! 

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Stacy's Uncle (Has Got That Dadbod)

Garbage Man

Nashville Hot Chicken

The Recipe Book - Caught in the Act

Big Bellied Bear Breaks Binging Best at Bustling Buffet

Poke the Bear?

Bath Bomb Belly

Hot Chocolate Hot Tub

Thirty Short Stories for Voretober 2024

How Far I’ll Go - A Day at the Beach

Just Another Day at the Beach

Lords of the Beach Flies

Experimental Vore Study

Something Long Term

David

Finals Stress Eating

Peter Burrito

Pride Pool Party

Red, White, and Bluegrass

Art Reflect Reality - A Prey’s Birthday

Biggest Birthday Ever - A Pred’s Birthday

Hungry Halloween

Diet Backfired

Truth of Dare

Brian’s Design Guy

Jared and Porter

The Foodie Genie

The Prospect of Being Eaten

Like a Set of Nesting Dolls - Another Vore Story (Sequel to Previous)

How to tell your boyfriend you like vore

Yes Man

That Time When Ryan Reynolds Vored Me

Life is Like a Box of Donuts

Becoming Dessert on a Picnic Date

Wish We Could Stay Like This Longer (Felix and Benji)

Josh the Boss

“The Way to a Wizard’s Heart”

Pride and Predestination

Paper Lanterns and Being Reckless

Sebastian Stomachs Ryan’s Unusual Birthday Gift

VORETOBER SHORT VORE STORY DAY 15

Tristian got home from work a bit dejected. No one had remembered his birthday! Plus he had to stay overtime AND he had forgotten his lunch. He turned the lights on in his dining room and was surprised to find a great big rectangular sheet cake, so big it must have been five feet long! It had a note by the side of it wishing him happy birthday from his buddy Erik. Being so hungry from barely eating all day, Tristian lifted the heavy cake and swallowed it whole in one gulp starting on the short end and enjoying the frosting glide across his tongue. He was surprised that the texture under the frosting was less cake-like and more cardboard-like. He felt some rumbling in his gut, probably his stomach protesting the large unexpected addition, and expressing its indigestion, Tristian thought. But it wouldn't stop gurgling and he could feel air bubbles almost pushing against the inside of his gut.

Then he saw a text from Erik.

“Dude! You ate me!”

Happy birthday to me! Tristian thought.

Hey all! Here it is--the second installment of Freddie's Feat. I hope you enjoy, as I certainly enjoyed writing this! As always, please feel free to flood my inbox and dms with anything your heart desires. I love hearing feedback and am always open to new ideas. Enjoy!

In case you missed it, here is part 1^

“Dude,” Will gaped, “what the fuck happened?”

Freddie’s belly was actively wobbling about. He couldn’t feasibly deny what had happened, especially because Brayden’s discarded clothes were in one hand while his other was methodically rubbing the swell of his bulging belly. Freddie felt somewhat ashamed, but only because he had gotten caught. These were his friends, so surely if he explained what had happened, they would be understanding, right? The college sophomore dared a look at Alex, whose jaw was on the floor. Fred’s belly let out a low, cacophonous groan between the remaining three friends. They stared in awe.

“Well,” Freddie explained, trying to form a rational story that his friends would accept, “Brayden and I…wanted to see how much I could fit…in here?” Even to Freddie, the story sounded false. The truth—that Brayden forced himself down Freddie’s gullet—was even more absurd, and neither Will nor Alex would’ve believed him. Freddie continued, “Do you—BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP—mind if we go to the living room? I think I need to sit down.”

(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.

(source unknown)

My uncle Eric has always been a heavier guy, as far back as I can remember, and seems to be pretty comfortable with being big. One of his quirks has been that he always rested things he was holding on his belly -- usually his beer bottle, but it wasn't exclusive.

As a kid, his running gag with me was that he'd bump me with his belly to push me out of his way. He'd walk past me when I was distracted with something else, ramming the side of his belly into my back. Then I'd turn around, irritated, and he'd tell me it was an accident -- though the grin on his face always told the truth. Sometimes I'd punch him in the gut, and he'd fake that it hurt. Then we'd both laugh.

We were pretty close when I was a kid; I would sleep over at his house a lot, or he'd invite me fishing. Sometimes I could even get him to play video games with me, which he usually lost.

Honestly, he was sort of my sexual awakening. Once I hit puberty, I began to realize exactly how I felt about men, especially ones with big, round bellies. I started to really relish the time I spent over at his house, since he was comfortable walking around shirtless a lot of the time.

In fact, the first time I ever jerked off was actually in his house. We were sitting on the couch watching some show together, and, naturally, he was shirtless. He would just casually rub his belly from time to time, pat it, whatever. I kept looking over at it, trying my best not to stare, and the tent in my pants was getting harder and harder to hide. At one point I went to the bathroom. I barely had to touch myself -- I kind of exploded.

When I went away to college, we just naturally grew apart. I would give him a call every so often, ask him how he was doing. Told him I'd visit soon.

When I got out of college, my parents chose to charge me rent to continue to stay with them -- $500 a month. That felt pretty excessive, so I asked my uncle if I could stay with him instead. Lucky for me, he agreed, no rent necessary.

It was a pretty chill time living with him. He wasn't really in my business too much, and only asked me to cover some food expenses. We'd spend a lot of days hanging out like old times, too, fishing or watching TV. It was really a nice life.

I had also noticed his growth -- since I had gone away to college, he must have gained a least 50 pounds, if not 70. I'd continued to watch his shirtless body any chance I got, and I certainly noticed how the new weight complemented him.

His arms and neck were probably 2 or 3 inches wider, and his pecs were round and juicier than they had been. But his belly -- it was the best part. It was probably now something like 60 inches around. Despite the gain, though, it still kept that firm, round shape that it always had, which I found interesting. He was still as hairy, if not hairier than I had remembered, and looked strong. He definitely got me going.

It was a slow day in August, and I had spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing. I didn't have work, and had decided to just waste the day watching TV or reading in my room.

Uncle Eric wasn't home -- he had told me in the morning that he was going to be out for the day at a convention. So, that meant I was probably going to have the house to myself for the day. A little unfortunate, since I'd miss seeing my uncle's fat gut, but it was fine.

At one point, I had just gotten bored of watching the show I had been binging. I paused the TV and just sat there, my mind wandering between various things. I thought of Uncle Eric. What was he up to? How soon will he be back? Hopefully in time to watch the hockey game...

Then, my mind jumped to something else.

A couple days before, I had been in the kitchen getting a snack, when I heard snoring coming from the living room. My uncle had fallen asleep in front of the TV, laying out flat on the recliner.

For a minute, I just looked. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, eyes pretty fixated on his round gut. It looked tantalizing, hairy and round.

Snapping back to reality, I realized that I had gotten pretty hard, my right hand resting over my steadily tenting bulge. This wasn't in my plans for today, but I was honestly too bored to care. I began to rub and grip at the head of my dick, and dove back in to the fantasy.

I began to creep closer and closer to the recliner, forgetting about my snack altogether. My eyes darted between his face and his belly, as I wanted to make sure he was really asleep. He continued to snore away

I reached out a hand slowly, not daring to make a sound.

A shock rolled through my body when I came in contact with the gut, finally. I pressed my palm fully on the side of his belly, feeling the texture of his smooth skin, covered in wiry, short hair. It was like heaven, really.

I peeped over at my uncle's face again... nothing. He hadn't stirred, luckily. My gaze rolled back to his belly, becoming entranced with its rising and falling. I brought my other hand over, and placed it on the gut as well. I began to move my hands in circles, rubbing his glorious globe.

I went from pinching my dick head, to fully jerking off.

One of my hands migrated up his happy trail to his chest. I rubbed my hand over both pecs, appreciating their size, then pinching his nipples. I then squeezed one of his pecs, hard.

I heard moaning, and looked up. He was now awake, and looking at me, smiling. He spoke in a low tone, almost growling. "It feels good, buddy. Keep it up."

I went crazy. Now, I started grinding my hard-on against his belly, gripping his pecs with both hands. He put a hand on my face, then moving his hand slowly, seductively down my abdomen. We were both moaning, hard. My eyes rolled back as I reached ecstasy.

The fantasy ended there, as I shot ropes of cum onto my hand and chest. I swore to myself as I came down from the climax, realizing the total mess I had made on myself and my bedsheets.

"What's goin' on in there, man?"

I froze in my spot, my heart dropping into my ass. What the hell?

Before I even had the chance to react, my door swung open. Uncle Eric stepped into the doorway, donned in a faded Green Lantern tee and cargo shorts. He started to say something, before he stopped, his gaze rolling over me. I stared, mortified, as he realized exactly what was going on.

The tension was broken pretty quickly as he laughed. "Sorry, kid. I'll knock next time." Without another word, he closed the door and walked away. I was still embarrassed, but glad that the moment was over. I cleaned myself up and threw my sheets and clothes in the washing machine.

Later in the day, I was in the living room watching TV. I was just passing time, waiting for the hockey game to start. Uncle Eric stepped into my vision, plopping on the couch next to me. He was, once again, shirtless, beer in hand.

My eyes fixated on his belly again, the round heft bouncing slightly as he settled. Somehow, the words left my lips without thinking.

"I was thinking about you earlier."

His eyes peeled away from the screen, turning his head to face me. "What?"

"I mean...when you walked in on me. When you came back earlier." I felt my face flushing, as I realized that I was admitting the life-long secret I'd kept from everyone I knew.

He stared at me for a moment, his face blank. Then he smiled, setting his beer on the end table.

"You wanna rub my gut?"

I stared at him silently. He gave it a shake, and my dick jumped to attention with a quickness.

I stammered, and he laughed. "Come on, kid. I don't mind."

Slowly, I reached out a hand and laid it on his gut. He watched my face to see how I reacted, and laughed when I blushed. "Y'know, I think I always sensed it."

Just like in my fantasy, I brought my other hand toward his pecs and began squeezing them, now rubbing his belly with my other hand. He smiled warmly at me, groaning slightly as my hand began to travel lower. I slid my hand down his happy trail, inching toward his waistband.

I flushed again, my heartrate increasing as I tried my hand at getting to third base. I slowly leaned in toward him, my eyelids fluttering shut. Before I could make it in for a kiss, though, I felt a hand on my chest push me away.

"You're not getting that far, bud. I ain't gay. Not even for my favorite nephew." Pouting, I took the chance to pat his belly one more time, before pulling my hands away.

Clearly, he noticed how crestfallen I was, because he reached out and tousled my hair.

"Here -- how about this. The game’s gonna start soon, and I’ve been eating pretty lightly all day. Would be nice if I could have a real big dinner.”

I stared at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together in my head. “You mean…?”

He clapped a hand onto my shoulder. “Yea, why don’t you be my dinner?” He flashed a grin, patting his belly. “There’s nothing that says ‘intimate’ like jerking off in your uncle’s fat pot. What do you say?”

I paused, thinking. Was this really how I wanted to finish my life? Did I really want to add to the body that's attracted me since I was a kid?

In that moment, I knew my answer.

My uncle whooped in glee when he heard me agree, clapping his hands together. "Ah, this is gonna be great, kid."

He stood from the couch, groaning, and I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts. They quickly fell to the floor, encircling his ankles. I became excited once again, as I caught sight of his nearly-naked body.

He was wearing an unassuming pair of tighty whities, which I could tell were packing a decent-sized bulge underneath. He kicked the shorts away, then scratched nonchalantly at his bulge. My focus was broken when he caught me staring.

"Stare all you like, kid, 'cause you can't touch." He chuckled, his belly and bulge bouncing along.

I stripped quickly, my horny mind only thinking of his body, and how I was gonna be inside of it soon.

I stood in front of him, now fully naked. I looked away, embarrassed, as I felt him size me up. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer, and laughed when I flinched. "Don't worry, buddy, you're gonna love it in me."

Suddenly, I was plunged into a new environment. Dark, slimy, tight -- I was in his mouth. I felt his hands move from my shoulders, to hugging around my back. I heard a loud noise which I assumed was a gulp, and I was pulled further in.

I now felt the tightness and warmth around my shoulders, then moving lower as my back began to be consumed. My arms were quickly pinned to my side, and I heard grunting as my uncle clearly put in an increasing amount of effort to get me inside.

Not too long after, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, and some shuffling. Seemed like he shifted to sit down, probably on the couch. Lazy old man, I thought.

Finally, the only part of my body left on the outside was my ankles and feet. I was doing my best to curl upright in the belly, and was in an almost perfectly comfortable position.

Slowly, Uncle Eric pushed my feet into his mouth, as I felt them become warm. I wiggled my toes, anticipation burning to be all together inside him. There was the squeeze of a final swallow, and my feet and legs joined me inside my uncle's belly.

On the outside, he panted, resting both of his hands on his huge gut. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of me inside.

I shifted underneath the surface, doing my best to arrange myself comfortably inside him. I felt his two big hands laying on top of me, and I felt a hard mass somewhere below me, which I figured was his dick.

A big belch rolled past his lips, and I felt him smack his belly, smack me, with both hands.

"It was a lot getting you in there, bud, but it was worth it. You're really the perfect steak dinner." He began to rub circles over his belly, belching again.

I did my best to respond, though it was tough to speak loudly all curled up like that. I heard the noise on the outside get a little louder, as my predator turned on the hockey game I'd been waiting all day for.

Since my time was limited inside him, I decided I'd get right down to business. Uncle Eric got distracted from the game, as new movement began inside him.

"What's going on in there, kid?" He placed a hand on his belly, confused. That didn't last long, as he pretty quickly understood what those movements meant. "Heh, yeah, enjoy yourself while you can." He patted his belly in approval, leaning back on the couch.

When I finished, I decided to show some gratitude for my uncle. I poked around inside, finding that hard object again. I did my best through his fat to begin rubbing it, doing my best to pleasure him.

He realized pretty quickly what I was doing, and he flushed. "I told you I'm not gay, kid..." I wasn't gonna let up, though. I didn't care.

"...You know, it feels pretty nice. Keep it up." He patted his belly, leaning back his head again and beginning to moan. Before too long, he was shooting his load into his underwear, belching and slapping his gut.

The game went on, and Uncle Eric spent it rubbing his belly and belching, occasionally sipping on his beer. He was too heavy to stand up, and he honestly loved it. He couldn't even remember the last time he was this big.

After about an hour, my predator decided to address me again. "Bud, I'm really glad you let me eat you. You've always been my favorite." He rubbed his belly, and I pressed back in response. "I'm gonna enjoy digesting you. I love you, kid." With that, he patted his belly again, smiling.

Before too long, he was dead asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. His hands rested on his belly, satisfied with his prize. The stomach gurgled ominously, implying my fate. I fell asleep not long after, in comfort and bliss.

Just like that, I became another 5 inches around Uncle Eric's beer shelf -- another 2 notches on the belt of his jeans. An extra peek under his shirt.

The day he finished digesting me, he spent an entire morning worshipping his new size. He slapped his belly a couple times over, testing its new jiggle. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, rubbing his hands over his new girth.

It always seems like the most detailed short vore stories I found when I was discovering vore were always involving uncles as preds. So I tried my hand at one! Featuring the fantastic TeaCub from grommr as Uncle Rob.

Wayne would hang out at Stacy's all the time. The pair were in the same grad program, and studied together by Stacy’s family pool almost every day. Stacy knew Wayne was gay, but wasn’t that into dating as she was so focused on her studies. She loved having Wayne around, and loved the added perk that her grandmother had stopped berating her with “When are you going to get a boyfriend?!”

Stacy’s uncle was always gardening or lounging in the hot tub, or gorging himself on whatever feast he had made for himself but the outdoor patio. Some days Wayne would come over asking for Stacy, only to find she had gone out with friends, but Wayne didn’t mind just hanging out by the pool with her Uncle Rob. In fact, sometimes he hoped for it.

Wayne learned that Uncle Rob was something he called a “gainer;” he liked eating big and getting big. And he was true to his word. Uncle Rob’s belly bulged out in front of him like a beach ball, and could be easily confused with one since he was always floating on his back in the pool, with that big beach ball belly of his bobbing up and down.

In Wayne’s free time, he discovered a love of baking, and enjoyed learning some fun cooking techniques from Uncle Rob. Wayne would bring over homemade cookies and pies, and watch as Uncle Rob would lick every plate clean, even occasionally tickling Wayne by licking the crumbs off of Wayne’s fingers.

Wayne would joke about wanting to see Uncle Rob eat everything in the kitchen, and maybe seeing if the house would fit down his gullet. Uncle Rob would chuckle, and retort something like “Well, you ought to be careful if I swallow the house and you’re still in it.” Wayne would sometimes dream about those conversations and moments cooking together, and imagined what it would be like to look out the kitchen window and see the world outside was actually just the inside of Uncle Rob’s stomach. In the dream he’d check the weather forecast to see that the next few hours there were high chances of wine and spaghetti raining down over his belly house. 

Wayne found it increasingly difficult to focus on his studies with Stacy out by the pool, as Uncle Rob walked by on his way to the barbecue grill, or the hot tub, showcasing his bulging belly on full display. 

One day, Stacy’s family decided to get a full kitchen remodel done, and everything in the fridge and freezer had to be eaten or thrown away. Wayne came over calling for Stacy to find only Uncle Rob was home, organizing the pantry contents into large boxes.

“Everything’s got to go,” Uncle Rob said.

Wayne chuckled, poking Uncle Rob in the belly, “In here?” 

Uncle Rob made to poke Wayne back, but Wayne pulled back, giggling.

Wayne continued, “Nevermind, I think everything’s already in there, ‘cause it’s so big.”

Wayne poked Uncle Rob’s belly again, and Uncle Rob pulled his shirt up to reveal his beach ball belly, and bounced it against Wayne’s body, causing a roaring chorus of giggles.

“Not a bad idea though,” Uncle Rob said, “I could go for a little snack of everything in the kitchen.”

Uncle Rob and Wayne, threw open the fridge and freezer and got everyone laid out on the counter and dining room table. With a whole multigenerational family living in one house, there was quite a lot of food to go around, even with the family’s precautions on trying not to stock up on much, knowing their kitchen renovation would be coming soom.

Uncle Rob clambered pots and pans onto the stove, and threw frozen pizzas onto oven racks and started cooking a multitude of meals. Wayne opened pints of ice cream, and took lids off of jars, and laid out fruit and berries and whatever else he could find. As they cooked and baked together, Uncle Rob began shoving anything ready to eat into his mouth, and Wayne gladly helped to feed him. Wayne got out some shot glasses and made a game out of getting Uncle Rob to take shots of random condiments. The maple syrup shot went down easy, and then the relish, then the ketchup and salad dressing. Uncle Rob rolled his eyes as Wayne began preparing a shot of mayonnaise, and said “Let me show you how it’s done.” Uncle Rob lifted the ketchup and mayonnaise to his mouth, one in each hand, and squirted them down his throat, till they were empty. Wayne laughed and his eyes widened in shock. Wayne tilted the maple syrup over Uncle Rob’s head and moved the bottle from side to side, so Uncle Rob had to shift to catch the viscous sweet liquid. Uncle Rob tried to tap out, but ended up grabbing the bottle and sucking it dry quickly so he could get back to tending to the stove and oven.

After a while of cramming whatever they could find into Uncle Rob’s maw, the cooked and baked contents of food began to be ready to go down into the belly of the uncle. Wayne tried to roll up one of the hot pizzas into a ball, but it unwrapped itself into a cheesy mess. Uncle Rob opened his mouth wide over the pizza mess and Wayne’s hands which had been covered in stringy cheese. Uncle Rob sucked the cheese and sauce off off Wayne’s hands, then moved on to the pasta, gulping whole pots full of the carbs. 

After watching Uncle Rob down half a gallon of milk, Wayne rested his head on his hands and marveled aloud at the bottomless pit of a gut before him, “Are you even real? How are you fitting a whole refrigerator into your stomach?” Wayne reached out and rubbed the top of Uncle Rob’s ballooning belly. Uncle Rob’s shirt had already climbed it’s way halfway up his belly by this point, and it was beginning to pull tightly on his chest. Uncle Rob pulled the shirt off up over his head in a swift movement. 

“Not to mention a whole freezer of food,” Uncle Rob stated, sliding his hands under his belly and lifting upward against the heavy weight of gurgling food digesting loudly inside his gut. “It always feels like I could eat more.”

“Then you gotta,” Wayne said, sifting through the leftover contents of food strewn about, finding some leftovers and heating them up in the microwave. “And after you’re done eating everything in this kitchen, we’ll have to see if we can fit this house into that big paunch of yours.”

Uncle Rob chuckled, taking a seat at the dining room table and tossing back whole apples into his throat. Wayne watched as the little orbs disappeared from view, and the bulges in Uncle Rob's neck traveled down and out of sight into the massive, gurgling belly. He was so mesmerized he didn’t even notice the microwave timer going off. 

Wayne brought over a tupperware filled with leftover chicken wings, and dropped them one by one into Uncle Rob’s gullet. Uncle Rob smiled happily, and rubbed his gut as it groaned and accepted more and more food.

“Man, this feels sooooo good,” Uncle Rob sighed, leaning back, “There is just something amazing about that feeling of freedom when you just let your belly expand. Just taking in everything, feeling yourself getting bigger and giving control to your appetite.”

The two slowed down for a bit, Wayne sitting down next to Uncle Rob and eating some charcuterie cheese, crackers and grapes together.

Wayne swallowed a handful of grapes and cheese, poked Uncle Rob’s belly and said “I feel like I could imagine you like one of those Roman guys in the paintings, leaning back on a lounge chair, having grapes dropped down into your mouth for you all day.”

“That would be the life wouldn’t it,” Uncle Rob said, leaning into a sigh, “Hey, what’s stopping you from being my grape-feeder?”

Wayne lifted his eyebrows, and picked a bunch of grapes and held them over Uncle Rob’s head. Uncle Rob threw his head back and opened his throat so he didn’t even need to swallow the grapes as they rolled right down into his stomach with very small plops into the vat of stomach juices and food contents. Wayne imagined that little house from his dream falling down into that throat and resting atop a mountain of food. He imagined the stomach acid acting like a moat, or like a beach, with the tides washing up against the front steps. He imagined it being just him, safe inside his house inside of Uncle Rob’s big belly.

Uncle Rob gave a great big belch, then said, “Oh man, that feels good. Sounds like my belly just made a bit more room.” Uncle Rob got up with a surprisingly agility for someone weighed down by the load of a refrigerator, made his way over to the stove, and poured a vat of soup into his mouth. Some broth splatted and drippled down his face, and dripped onto his belly. He wiped it off with a paper towel before it could drip to the floor, then considered the towel, and threw it back into his mouth and swallowed it without another thought.

Wayne had an attack of giggles at this action, “A paper towel?!” he said. Uncle Rob shrugged, then grabbed the whole roll of paper towels, swiveled it around in the soup vat to soak up the dredges, and slowly pushed the roll into his mouth and down his throat, compressing it down into his throat. A moment later, be belched again and nodded to Wayne, who went from shock to an even more intense fit of laughter.

“I told you we’ve got to clear out everything in this kitchen, and what better way to go than into my gut?” Uncle Rob said.

“How are you still hungry?” Wayne said, with admiration, getting up and crossing over to Uncle Rob.

“It’s a lifestyle,” Uncle Rob said, flopping his belly onto the kitchen counter, “What have we got left?”

Wayne sifted around through empty wrappers and plates strewn about the counter and table and found a tub of butter still on the counter. He turned and leaned against the counter, as Uncle Rob faced him and drew closer.

“Can’t have butter all by itself…” Uncle Rob said winking at Wayne, “I think I know the perfect morsel to slather up in butter and fill me up with… Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Wayne was within a palm’s distance from Uncle Rob’s face, and felt his hot breath wafting over him. He imagined being inside that big belly, stewing inside that belly soup like the hot tub by Stacy’s pool. He felt Uncle Rob’s bare belly press up against his torso, and noticed how it quivered and shook as the stomach walls on the inside were rapidly expanding and contracting as they broke down the unheard of amount of food they had been cramming inside of Uncle Rob. Wayne’s breath escaped him as he shivered in the unexpected pleasure of being part of Uncle Rob’s big belly.

“I think I am…” Wayne said, “Thinking what you’re thinking…” As Rob’s hard gut pressed harder against Wayne, squeezing him against the counter. Wayne imagined Rob’s stomach walls squeezing him from all sides, crushing the imaginary home and making Rob’s belly fat his home instead.

Uncle Rob leaned forward, and Wayne took a deep breath, anticipating his whole head and body about to be engulfed in that expansive digestive tract he had been feeding all afternoon. Uncle Rob lifted his arms, and placed one on Wayne’s shoulder, making Wayne shudder and close his eyes waiting for that warm tongue to cover him in saliva like the tasty morsel he was dreaming of becoming.

Instead, Uncle Rob sought something from the top of the fridge he had been reaching for with his other hand, and once he had grabbed hold of it, he leaned back and opened the package, saying “Tortillas! We always forget these are on top of the fridge, can’t believe I almost missed these.”

Wayne took a deep breathe and came back to his senses, surprised by his own excitement and calmness about getting eaten. He felt so silly when he realized Uncle Rob had just pressed into him to try to get up to the top of the fridge. Wayne giggled, but was a little sad that after all this talk of eating everything in the kitchen, Uncle Rob hadn’t teased about eating him at all.

“I haven’t gorged myself like this in forever,” Uncle Rob said, lathering tortilla after tortilla in butter and sliding them down his throat, “Man, it feels good. I wish I could do it all again.”

“You wanna eat everything,” Wayne said, “Why haven’t you eaten me?”

“Eat you?” Uncle Rob said, “I shouldn’t be surprised after watching me eat all that, you’d expect you’d find your way into my big belly, too. Could be fun…”

“So you’ve thought about eating me?” Wayne asked, leaning back against Uncle Rob’s belly and feeling it churn deep inside Rob’s core.

“No,” Uncle Rob said, “But now that you mention it, I did say everything in the kitchen, didn’t I?” 

“Caught you slacking, Uncle Rob,” Wayne said, giving Uncle Rob’s belly another poke and giggling.

Uncle Rob tried to return the poke, but Wayne pulled away and ran around the kitchen table giggling, as Uncle Rob waddled after him, exclaiming, “Hey! You can’t ding-dong-ditch my belly and get away with it! I thought you wanted to come on in for a spell.”

Wayne continued walking backwards around the table, but slowed down, wanting Uncle Rob to catch him and push his big belly up against him.

Uncle Rob marched up to Wayne, saying “Oi! Dessert! Don’t run away from me, I was hoping we might get a bit more acquainted.” Uncle Rob pushed his belly up against Wayne, who sat back against the dining table, having the gargantuan belly pin him down as it rested on his lap. Uncle Rob continued, “Ugh, I’m stuffed, I couldn’t eat another bite…”

Wayne caught his breath, saying “Stuffed? No, I think you’d have space for another bite to eat.” Wayne unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, feeling the exposed gurgling belly warm his skin directly. Wayne continued, saying, “I may not be lathered in butter or anything, but I don’t think your stomach is one to judge.”

“No, no,” Uncle Rob said, “I really couldn’t take another bite, even for a meal as scrumptious as you.” Uncle Rob pretended to try to nibble on Wayne’s arm, spit it out and shrug in disappointment. 

“Who are you and what have you done with Uncle Rob?” Wayne said, “Uncle Rob never, and I mean NEVER turns down food. Unless it’s getting turned into fat down in his stomach.”

Rob spoke again, emphasizing each word, “I couldn’t eat another BITE.”

“The court doesn't accept this answer,” Wayne said, “The defendant calls the bottomless belly to the stand. I wanna hear what your gut has to say about this.” Wayne shoved his face against Uncle Rob’s belly and heard the roaring gurgles and belly sounds emanating from within. Wayne lifted his eyes to meet Uncle Rob’s, saying “I don’t know what to tell you, man, your belly wants to grow and I think I’m the one who’s gotta expand it.”

Uncle Rob considered him for a long while, “I said I couldn’t eat another bite,” Wayne was about to interject, but Rob put a finger to his lips and continued, “But I never said I couldn’t take one more swallow.” Wayne got the hint. Uncle Rob leaned back, and as Wayne was freed from under the heavy girth, he walked over and climbed up onto the counter. Uncle Rob approached, and looked up at the younger man. Uncle Rob lifted his finger and gave Wayne’s abdomen a gentle poke, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s gonna be inside here in a minute,” Uncle Rob traced his finger down from Wayne’s belly button, down his happy trail, over his thigh and down onto his own belly, giving himself a deep poke in the gut.

Wayne could not wait any longer, leaning down, putting his hands together and leading them into Uncle Rob’s mouth. Uncle Rob opened his throat once more, relaxing his throat muscles, allowing Wayne’s arms, head and torso to pass through his maw and throat as easy as the grapes did, but with a fair bit more compression against Wayne’s body. Wayne felt the slimy tongue lathering him in saliva and realized there was no need for butter, he went down easy just the same. Wanting nothing more than to become food for Uncle Rob, Wayne, wiggled his body deeper down Uncle Rob’s throat, giggling immensely. Uncle Rob felt Wayne’s laughter vibrate his insides, and groaned at the fantastic swelling feeling of his already immensely stretched gut. Uncle Rob tried to lean back, but Wayne pulled himself deeper, drawing Uncle Rob forward, so Wayne’ s waist swiveled into Rob’s maw. Uncle Rob savored the flavor and memorized the peculiar texture of Wayne’s hairy flesh sliding through his digestive tract, ready to become part of him.

Uncle Rob and Wayne both pushed upwards with their feet, Wayne letting his toes leave the counter as his legs began to get slurped up by Rob, and Rob jolting upward to engulf Wayne’s thighs and calves faster. Uncle Rob had never had such a gratifying meal, and was eager to have everything encased in his stomach, and his throat free to breathe. Within a moment, Uncle Rob was waddling backward towards the dining chair, with nothing but toes wiggling in his lower peripheral vision, then seeing no Wayne at all. With one final swallow, Uncle Rob closed his throat and tightened his stomach sphincter so no food could escape his massive beach ball belly.

Wayne splashed into the mountain of food, feeling the silly textures below and around him, of whole fruits and grapes, cheesy pizza mush, and even felt a cameo from the half dissolved paper towel roll. He pushed against the stomach walls, guiding his fingers across the stomach folds and rugae, and feeling the quiver of his favorite belly from the inside. Uncle Rob belched once more and Wayne giggled as the whole vat of belly soup quivered earthquake-like, and the bottom of the stomach squeezed so he bounced upwards.

“Oh, man!” Uncle Rob exclaimed, “Well, now I couldn’t eat another bite… or swallow, for sure.”

“What are you talking about?!” Wayne exclaimed, kicking against the front of Uncle Rob’s belly, “You still gotta swallow the house. Give me a nice home down here in your belly.”

“Seems like I ate something that doesn’t agree with me,” Uncle Rob joked, poking his own belly.

Wayne poked back, and had a giggle fit resulting in him rapidly poking every inch of Uncle Rob’s belly that he could feel. He wanted to explore every inch of this fleshy place before becoming part of it forever. “Now I get to poke your belly whenever I want and there ain’t nothing you can do about it!”

Uncle Rob stood up and crashed back down quickly, grabbed his belly with his hands and shook it like margarita. Wayne gained an understanding of what it is like to be inside a soda can being violently shaken. Uncle Rob, “You can poke it all you want, but you’re food now, just the same.”

Wayne laughed and said, “And don’t you forget it!”

“So I take it you are doing alright in there?” Uncle Rob said.

“I’ve got about a mountain of food for cushion between me and the worst of the churning acid, so I’ll be all set for a while,” Wayne said, finding a relaxing position.

“I haven’t ever been in there, so I wouldn’t know,” Uncle Rob said, “But my gut can definitely churn up a meal mighty quickly, and I’m not sure it knows the difference between a regular meal, and a cutie like you.”

“Oh,” I forgot I came over to study with Stacy!” Wayne said, “What’s she gonna think?”

“Well, with you making yourself a meal for me,” Uncle Rob said, “She won’t have much competition for scholarships or to be valedictorian I suppose, so I think she’ll be allright.”

“What about you?” Wayne asked, “Your favorite feeder has become your favorite meal! How will you cope?”

“Probably a bottle of antacids, if I’m being honest,” Uncle Rob joked, “But just like you said, you’re the best and biggest meal I’ve had. You ain’t going nowhere.”

“Except to your belly fat,” Wayne said, “Maybe your butt, or something to plump up your thighs.”

“That true,” Uncle Rob said, “Well wherever you go, enjoy it now. You’re in my belly, where you’ve wanted to be. Enjoy it, and I’ll enjoy being more full than I could ever dream.”

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Just then the door opened, and Grandma came home. She walked into the kitchen to drop off her keys and saw Uncle Rob with his gargantuan belly, and greeted him with a “So you’re finally giving me grandchildren. When’s it due?”

“Hmm… Probably sometime tomorrow morning. Maybe the day after,” Rob joked.

Grandma raised her eyebrows, “Looks like quadruplets!”

“Nah, just Wayne and a refrigerator,” Rob said.

“Back in my day we gave normal names, like Brenda,” Grandma said, leaving the room, “Refridgerator? What kind of name is that?”

Later Stacy came home, and shouted from the doorway, “Guess what?! I got the job!” She ran into the kitchen, and saw Rob, with Wayne still churning in his gut. There was a great big gurgle.

Uncle Rob slapped his gut and said, “Wayne says he’s proud of you,”

Stacy looked around at the empty food containers and down at Rob and understood. She groaned, “Every time I have big news someone in this family does something more novel! Did you eat Wayne just to draw all the attention?” 

Stacy’s mom came home from her business trip, and entered to hear Stacy’s commotion and glanced at Rob. Stacy told her mom that Uncle Rob ate Wayne and everything in the kitchen. Stacy’s mom shrugged and said, “Rob’s always hungry, I’m not surprised. That boy was always looking at Rob with those hungry eyes anyways.”

“More like are-you-hungry-for-Wayne eyes,” Stacy said.

Uncle Rob chimed in how Stacy got her job she wanted and Stacy’s mom hugged her, and they had a little celebration out by the pool. Stacy thanked her uncle for his patience when she got jealous, and high fived Wayne through her uncle’s gut. Stacy’s mom’s rocker boyfriend came over with a cake to celebrate, and brought some interesting news to share, “The contractors remodeling the kitchen had to push a week back.”

“So we didn’t have to clear out the kitchen today?” Uncle Rob said. The boyfriend shrugged, and Uncle Rob gave himself a long time to think. He waddled around the pool and exclaimed, “Wayne, I need to get you before the stomach acid churns you up for good!”

“It’s all good, man, I knew what I was getting into,” Wayne said, relaxed.

“Didn’t you hear man?” Uncle Rob said, “I’m getting you out now.”

“Did I not taste good enough for you?” Wayne asked.

“Wayne, you’re gonna want to get out,” Rob exclaimed, “We’re doing this again next week!”