Meal wasnt enough so I had to eat the feeder too. One minute im eating out of his hands the next his hands are halfway down my throat. Can you blame me? If someone says they’re gonna fill you up to me that means one thing and that’s it.
He put up a fight for a while but he’s finally settled in. Just entered the squishy stage where i’m basically just begging for an encourager to come rub this soft gut. It’s no fun if you’re alone ;) good thing is I work tomorrow morning so hopefully i can shake my bloated gut and lure an office intern into the men’s room for lunch
“And I mean it when I say big.He was just about as big as I am, maybe even a little taller. Tried to do one of those “pred who pretends to be a prey” tricks so he could put me away but I caught on pretty quick. He put up quite the fight, didnt you buddy?” I slapped my gut and it swayed heavily in response.
“I got him halfway down when I started getting tired, and he just kept kicking. So i let him tire himself out. I held onto his belt loops and just let him hang there, legs resting on my belly, chest and arms squeezed by my throat, head hanging upside down in my ravenous gut. I guess it’s kind of cruel to do that but he did mention he liked it rough. Maybe he even liked it, I mean I did feel a raging boner through his pants as I was getting the rest of him down. Whaddaya say did you like that bud?” I slapped my gut again, but this time there came no response. “Oh shit I guess he slipped away. No, wait, he’s not quite done. Now this is my favorite part”
I fingered my deep bellybutton and felt a faint squirm. I swirled my index finger around, teasing my almost defeated meal. Then I put my thumb below my overhang and bounced my gut a couple times. Now satisfied with my meal I returned to the couch for an evening of worshipping my own gut.
“Today’s your lucky day boy. You get to join daddy’s gut for good. You’ve been a good boy but this catch-and-release game we’ve been playing is getting old, and with how you’ve fattened me up I’ve got eager boys lining up around the block to rub this gut.”
A muffled cry rose out from my midriff and my gut started bouncing something fierce. A handprint shone as a silhouette on my belly for a moment then disappeared. “You know there’s no use in fighting little guy. This thing is a cage. Though I won’t stop you, you’ve got me rock hard right now with your kicking around in there.” I slapped my gut and it bounced in reply.
“Ugh, fine, you’ve served me well so I guess I’ll take it easy on you.” Sitting up straight and pulling my shoulder back I let out a giant UUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRP. The cries died out and the bouncing became weaker and weaker until half an hour later I just had a huge hard stone in my gut. Three hours later and it had softened back to it’s regular jiggliness, but bloated up bigger than I’d ever been. I gave my gut one more rub and thanked my former boy, then opened grindr to look for some dinner.
Oh god don’t give me that look. I know what thatlook means. It’s the same look you gave my friend a half hour ago before you swallowed him whole! I thought we were just coming over for a feeding session but I see now we’re the food.
He slapped his distended gut, eliciting a writhing bounce from my soon to be nonexistent friend. “If you dont wanna end up food then come here and rub this gut”. I crawled over, still in a horrified yet horny awe. I slowly traced my hand over his bulging gut and felt a whole man inside, doomed. “Good boy, now rub this cock”.
I struggled to lift his heavy belly enough to reach his already hard dick. Grabbing it as if it were a lifeline i began to jerk him off. He moaned and then pressed my ear against his belly, forcing me to listen to the faint cries and eventually digestive gurgles of my former friend and laughing in between moans.
“Wanna spend the night?” He said. I knew what this meant coming from him. It meant a night of close lodging inside of my boyfriend. He usually dictates head- or feet-first though I personally prefer feet. Gives me plenty of time to see how big I make him. “I’ll let you out when I wake up babe. You just feel so good.”
That’s a loose promise. There’s more than one occasion on which I’ve awoken to find im in his gut as he orders breakfast in a cafe, holding me until we get home, rubbing his gut at the restaurant. One day he held me until dinner… it was exhilarating. I just hope the next time i ask when he’ll let me out he doesn’t answer “never”
Meal wasnt enough so I had to eat the feeder too. One minute im eating out of his hands the next his hands are halfway down my throat. Can you blame me? If someone says they’re gonna fill you up to me that means one thing and that’s it.
He put up a fight for a while but he’s finally settled in. Just entered the squishy stage where i’m basically just begging for an encourager to come rub this soft gut. It’s no fun if you’re alone ;) good thing is I work tomorrow morning so hopefully i can shake my bloated gut and lure an office intern into the men’s room for lunch
I could only imagine what this meant. I invited this gargantuan bear over for a meal and some fun and now he’s managed to eat his way through my entire pantry! He just sat there and ate as his clothes ripped off under his expanding girth and he somehow wants more? This cant bode well for me…..
Nor did it. This man had an appetite, in more ways than one. Pushing me onto the couch he squirted whipped cream on my hole and ate it ravenously. Then he pushed his hard thick cock all the way in, counter balancing me on his belly, pulling me into his squishy firm embrace. Totally in his grasp he ravaged me completely, ordering me to worship and service him.
Only after some hours did he deposit a massive load in my ass and pull me in tight. “I said i was hungry before but now ive worked up a real appetite” he said, grinning before licking my face up the side and moving to the top of my head. A warm wet sensation spread across my hair and then….darkness. He shifted back in bed and rubbed his loudly groaning belly, letting out a belch of pleasure in the process.
“Oooh keep going im so close boy” I said, tightening my grip on my cock and stroking faster. Looking down I saw the squirming writhing form of my stepson over the jiggling mounds on my chest. His cries had long grown faint and now only his kicks and shifts of weight sent waves of pleasure across my skin.
I married his mother a few months ago but I’ve known the kid a while. He was always twinky and seemed mesmerized by my gigantic frame. It wasnt really a thing between us until I moved in with my girl. Suddenly he’s baking stuff and we lock eyes as he’s serving me another helping at dinner like we understand something. And then we end up here
One day after my workout he corners me in my master shower, greeting me naked. We dont need to say a word, I pull him in the shower with me and pin him up agains the tile. But with all he’s been feeding me, kissing turns into licking turns into gulping and… oops? He’s in there and I’ve never felt this kind of sexual buildup. Not even finishing my shower i hauled myself to the bed and started jerking and now here we are. I’d say im sorry buddy but this feels too good to be sorry!
I love sunning my belly. The warm breeze and sun feel great on my bare skin. Especially after a workout, I’ll sit down pumped and sweaty and just watch the neighborhood college boys walk by. Every so often one of them catches my eye…
Much more fun however is sitting out on the porch, sunning my squirming hairy belly as some poor guy tries to fight his way out. That’s when I catch the neighborhood boys’ eye. Almost every time I can lure one into my bear lair where they worship my big body and sit on my cock all night. They make a great morning snack too.
My night last night was crazy, not what I was expecting at all. I invited this little twink over to hookup but he offered to cook me dinner first. I never say no to a free meal and so I let him use my kitchen. He looked at me with a smile as I ate and served me three plates without asking.
Later we’re on the couch and we start making out. I pull him into me and he starts rubbing my belly and moaning. I dont stop him because honestly it felt really good. Next thing I know crazy fucker is crawling down my throat. My reflexes kick in halfway through and I hork him down and now here I am.
Honestly I didn’t think this could feel so good. Watching his struggles slowly subside I delt powerful but now im held down by this big bloated gut. If only somebody could help me;))
From the outside i mean. The guy i put in here a few hours ago just stopped kicking and although he gave me a massage for a few hours the real time i need belly rubs is now. This man-soup in my stomach has be bloated and stretched out like you wouldn’t believe, just look how jiggly my gut is dude.
I promise now of all times is when you’re safe. I’m totally full there’s no way i’m gonna try and introduce you to this poor soul, i just need a good solid belly massage- someone to really squeeze and shake it out. Plus if you put your ear to it, you’ll hear me churning up a storm!
Yeah, I know my gut’s really comfy. Atta boy, fall asleep. You’re safe with me-
Towel Challenge in action. Putting this bloated overhang to good use.
Towel boys are always to helpful. Look, this one is still doing his job! Coming in off the gym floor I’m usually ravenous heading into the locker room.
Stripping down and strutting my stuff, “accidentally” slapping my gut and giving a low growling moan, I can always catch the eye of one of the locker room attendants. They always stock such twinky boys to hand out towels it’s like they know the job doubles as a snack vendor. Pushing the scrawny boy down onto his knees in the shower I get him to wash me from head to toe. Once I’ve deposited a load in either his throat or his ass (boy’s choice ) I take my meal and step out of the shower.
Here’s my favorite part: right when he settles in i can use his weight in my belly to pin down a towel with just my overhang, leaving my butt and thighs out and about as i strut confidently around the locker room, humming to stifle my boy’s cries from my bouncing belly
From there I’ll head home and lay back to relax as my meal slowly digests. I’ll usually take some post-workout photos to share on grommr, usually to dozens of men messaging me and wishing they could be my towel boy. I always tell them to apply- the job has a pretty high turnover rate ;)
You’re gonna feed me one way or another bud. Either you manage to scavenge enough food to stuff this gut or you yourself end up stuffed inside. It’s a one-way trip but I’ve heard nice things about the travel service ;)
So what’s it gonna be? Good boy, you’ll taste great
Feelin so full!! But I think I could use a bit more food.
Whenever my husband sends me a text like this I know just what it means. I walk across our apartment from the office to our bedroom and see him splayed out on his back, or sometimes sitting up slightly and rubbing his packed gut.
I take over massaging his belly and tweaking his nipples as he starts to feel me up. Usually I’ll straddle his belly and squeeze it between my thighs and he’ll get so horngry that he lets out a huge rumble. Then, beyond excited and now driven by instinct, he shoves my face into his mouth. I help a little by kicking off the bed and getting my hips above my head so he can lean back and let gravity do its work.
Massaging him from the inside as he rubs his giant gut and jerks off, I fall asleep in the dark lair of the bear. In the morning he lets me out and we have the mind-blowing post-vore sex that got me hooked on this man to begin with
Damn! See that boy? Well of course you don’t but. I’ll just describe it to you.
I only ate you like a minute ago and you can barely even tell someone’s in here. I must be getting really big…. well no matter, you’ll be belly fat soon enough. Thanks for the meal bud. UUUUUAARRRPPPP
Don’t ask me how this became my new “normal”. First of all, the story is graphic as hell and you wouldn’t want to hear, and second, I don’t actually fully remember. My definition of a regular date used to be coffee or dinner and a night out. But ever since I met my current partner, a regular date looks more like him walking around town with me in his belly.
I was incredibly nervous the first time he asked if he could swallow me. He promised a dozen times that he’d let me back out but every pred says that an almost none of them do. But he had a certain magnetism about him, and when he leaned in close to my face to let out a plaintive “pleeeeease” his musk wafted over me and I soon agreed.
We’ve settled into a routine now. He’ll go to the gym or the grocery store in a tight shirt and short shorts and pick up some desperate young man and then bring him back to our place and eat him. That’s where I come in, rubbing his huge distended gut, pinching his nipples, and servicing him for hours. Once his meal is soup, he takes a huge gulp of air and in I go for an internal massage. Then we hit the town. Something about walking around with a secret guy in your gut gets us both worked into a frenzy. Date night sex is the best. After putting a load or two into me he eats me again and we fall asleep in the tightest, warmest embrace
I’d met this super sexy guy on a dating app. After chatting for about a week we were just about to make plans to get together when I mentioned something about how much I like his belly and chest. He replied, sending me a video of him in his underwear rubbing and jiggling his pillowy chest and huge gut all over. A minute later came a text: “tell you what, I’ve got a little dare for you, since you like my belly so much. If I can’t make you cum hands free at least once then you can rub my chest and belly all night. But if I can then I get to add you to it ;)”. Reading this I immediately got hard. “Deal ;)” I replied.
The next day, and two prostate orgasms later I was in the bear’s lair, enjoying my last moments of freedom engulfed in his warm strong embrace as we dozed off to sleep. Twenty minutes later I woke up to find my legs in his throat up to my knees. “Hey bud. Thought I’d give you a special treat since you like my belly so much. Head-first is easiest, but when you go feet first you get to see for a minute just how huge you’re gonna stretch this gut.” He mumbled around my legs, then took a forceful gulp and brought me down several inches.
At my waist he lingered on my hard cock until I came a third time that evening. Tasting my ejaculate he moaned and swallowed with renewed vigor, using his arms now to pull me in. A minute later and down to my chest I could see what he meant. I was stretching his gut bigger than I’ve ever seen before. I could see the movements of the legs shifting around from the outside. At this point the man was pure instinct. Emitting something between a moan and a growl he alternately ground his hard cock against his growing gut and pinched his perky nipples. He relaxed, leaned back his head, and let gravity do the rest as I slipped into his gut.
“UUUUURRRRPPPP” I felt myself jostled as he bounced his gut up and down “Woof. Thanks boy. I needed a big meal after an afternoon like that. Glad you enjoyed it too, not that you really had a choice. I’d say we should do this again but you’re locked in my gut now buddy. Have fun becoming food, and don’t kick too much”
I felt him lay down on his side and start rubbing his gut, presumably to doze back to sleep and start the long process of digestion.
“Thanks for bringing a snack. I’ve never known a main course to bring his own appetizer, but it’s getting me warmed up. How do you want to do this? You can worship my big furry gut for a while until I get horny and hungry confused and just stuff you down. I can spoon you in my bed, hard on poking into your back, until you fall asleep and wake up in my gut. Or we can just have a normal day together, maybe get a workout in (dont ask me to put a shirt on) and I surprise you and do away with you like a real bear on the hunt. Your pick, my dinner.
What’s that? Hmm i’ve never tried it before. Sounds fun. You can even blindfold me if you like.” I sat down on the chair in my living room, my imminent meal coming up behind me and covering my eyes with a cloth. I patted my gut sitting in my lap and it sent a ripple up and across my chest. I opened my mouth and a donut entered. I ate it and quickly opened up for another. And another. Gaining speed and intensity I let out a little moan each time one entered my mouth. Then, something different. A hand, then another.
Instinct kicked in and i began to swallow as hard as I can. My feeder/food was startled a little at the strength of the throat muscles pulling in down and tried to pull back a little. This kicked in a deep seated hunting instinct and I reached out in front of me. Grabbing him behind the shoulders I slid his arms all the way down my throat. Legs locked around him, I hoisted him by the belt loops and sucked him down to the middle of his chest. I relaxed as he straightened his legs and leg gravity do the rest, inexorably sliding down into my now bulging massive furry gut. I let out a deep bear moan of pleasure as the skin all across my body stretched and settled around this massive meal. I sat there in ecstasy for the next hour, moaning and rubbing my gut, as loud sounds of digestion gurgled out from inside me. I took off my blindfold and bounced my now soft gut, hanging in between my thick thighs.
“First time for everything! I’ll need to try that position again.”
“It’s time you know your place little guy” His bulging belly loomed over my face. I reached out my hand and ran it across his soft furry gut. “That’s right, feel that? That’s what happened to the last guy who didn’t want to rub this tank.” Suddenly his gut jerked in the direction of my hand. I pulled back surprised. “Get back here boy” he said, grabbing my wrist and pushing it into his gut. I felt a gigantic, hard mass inside, shifting and kicking around. Jesus christ there was a full grown man in there.
“You look nervous. I like that.” Said the pred. “Just keep rubbing”. Grabbing his gut with both hands now I felt it all over up and down, tracing the outline of the rapidly diminishing form across the skin and fur of his tank. For some reason I felt oddly turned on. “Good, now lick it.”
He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face right into his bulging stomach. I could hear thunderous sounds of someone digesting a huge meal, and the faint, muffled panting of someone struggling for air. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue in his bellybutton and swirled it around, then I dragged my tongue from the base of his belly all the way up to his chest. Going back down I returned to his bellybutton, pushing my tongue in as far as it could go. From inside, the poor meal poked back. I sat back on my heels awaiting further instruction.
“Good boy, well done. I’ve just got one more thing for you to lick.” He said, grabbing his hard cock through his sweatpants, where a tiny spot of precum had leaked through. I pulled down his pants, with no hesitations about what I was about to do. I just hoped we doesn’t get hungry after sex.
