Simon was pissed off. Bad enough his mom had a new boyfriend. Bad enough she’d married him. Worse that he had a musclebound jock his age for a son. Worst of all that he was expected to share his room with this brunette Adonis with his bulging biceps and douchey personality. Watching him work-out topless, stuff his face and rub his temporary pudge and belch, jack off to porn without headphones. It was torture. Worse because his new stepbrother was hot.
Simon in contrast was a scrawny nerd with a mop of unruly black hair and a slight pot-belly. He’d be cute with a haircut but he preferred to hide his looks. The only thing about him that was remarkable was his appetites. What he liked to feed his belly with and was responsible for the permanent layer of pudge wobbling about his middle. But since Brad moved in, Simon had had to even stop his special meals.
Simon looked down at his pot-belly, belly-button peeping out from his hoody, and sighed, belly grumbling. He’d planned this for months – and Brad had managed to ruin it too. He’d been feeding up his annoying best friend Matt for months, candy bar by candy bar. He was ripe and plump and ready and Simon’s mom and stepdad were going away for the weekend with Brad – but at the last minute Brad had cancelled. Stomachache apparently, Simon thought sourly, massaging his poor hungry tum. And now Brad was staying here, with him and Matt, and Brad had invited one of his dumb jock friends to stay for the weekend too: Mitch, a ripped golden Adonis with pecs you could bounce a quarter off and an ass to die for.
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
Sorry Spencer, but he’s gone; that’s what your belly becoming so flat means. You’ve started to digest him and now it’s too late to let him go. I’m sorry, I know you were friends, but in a way now you’ll always be together.
That blissful feeling you have a guy wiggling in your belly that you’ve wanted to eat for sooooo long! And man was he tasty. That means you’re one step closer to being belchfuel yourself!
It’s been an awful week, nothing quite reduces stress than a guy in the gut. But what would make it even better is a personal vore-belly rubber, so I can just kick back and enjoy the massage both inside and outside of my belly at the same time. In fact, I’ve still never had a proper belly rub either! Should I hold auditions?
Audition requirements are that you have to bring a friend along for me to gulp down- and if you don’t make the audition, you join your friend. Downside is I have to rub my belly myself, but its worth it to get two men so easily into my triumphant belly.
I hear it’s #EatYourFriendsDay - like I need a reason to eat them any other day, but I’m glad it’s more relevant today! Now, who’s next? *BEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLCH*
Happy 4/20, the other biggest vore day other than 8/8 - after all, the munchies plus my appetite and capacity? Let’s just say this is the fifth man who’s ended up in the belly today, and I imagine at least two more will be following in his footsteps. This gut’s just been churning like mad through everything and everyone I’ve fed it.
It’s probably one of the safest opportunities you’ll get to rub my vore belly without getting eaten yourself- this feisty guy is finally digesting, but was kicking up a storm for a good hour before one massive satisfying belch quieted him down. And now my gut is so achy that he NEEDS those rubs… get over here and get to work!
I’ve been testing my belly’s capacity by swallowing the biggest, most muscle-head men I could find, and it’s been pretty satisfying. Wolfing down a handsome, often overly cocky body builder, tall and muscular, that chiseled physique sliding into my satisfied vore belly in just a series of deep gulps. Last night I ate a BIG one too! I think my next conquest is to see how many of you smaller guys I can eat in one sitting, especially after all these meatheads have stretched my gut out. I’m pretty ambitious too, so I’m going to try to really pack as many of you in as possible, so start signing up in the comments!
*BEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLCCCCH* Oh man, it’s not every day I get such an eager prey that big and brawny. He feels so good rocking back and forth in there as he gets off, but he better be careful, one of these huge belches he’s kicking up as he does that might end that for him.
Who wouldn’t want to look like this, curled up nice and snug in my gut? Come feel him shifting around in there, so I can lean forward, pin you down with my vore belly, and eat you next.
