“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.
“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.”
Watch this overfed soft, jiggly pig stuff himself with lots of chocolate in a tight 3XL shirt. His belly spills out everywhere while he makes an absolute pig of himself. NSFW version on gutgrowing.com
Wanna help me get even bigger? Just climb into this gut little guy. You’ll stretch me out good and I’ll even send you a video of me wobbling you in my gut. Treat me right and I’ll even let you out ;)
Not as if a gut like this can be built by letting guys go but you caught me in a good mood. The last guy I ate just finally liquefied, so I probablywon’t be hungry for an hour or two. Gives you plenty of time to roll around in my soft warm embrace- I promise it’s an experience like to no other
Atta boy come here. You look real tasty, let’s see if I keep you for myself ;)
“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.
God I love being this big. It feels powerful. And you don’t get this big by being weak. How do I pack on so many pounds?
It’s simple. I eat guys smaller than me. Sometimes they come to me, sometimes I find them, sometimes it’s the heat of the moment. I was surprised when nobody noticed me gobble a guy on the club dancefloor last week. I kept rocking out, letting my struggling prey bounce violently in my gut as I danced around.
The guy I had this afternoon is already soup and i’m starting to get real bloated. I think I need a belly rub- any volunteers?
