Take A Look! This Is What Happens To Gainers That Don't Want To Listen To Their Feeders! My Pig Derek

Take a look! This is what happens to gainers that don't want to listen to their feeders! My pig Derek decided that he wasn't going to finish his second dozen of donuts and when I told him he needed it to break the 400 plateau finally, he started talking crazy about being "big enough" out of nowhere! He said that we should focus on "us" more and not just how big he's growing! I wasn't gonna listen to Derek throw all our progress away and I knew what needed to be done. I quickly stripped my feedee naked and sized up my fat masterpiece, stomach growling in anticipation to finally become what I've always wanted. Derek must've thought we were gonna have sex, but as soon as I popped my jaw and shoved his head inside, he started reacting to being my next meal. His big body was always a little slick with sweat and it worked wonders in getting his shoulders between my lips, but my quick-ticket to fattown stood up while panicking and I was dragged along with him entering my esophagus. I used his panic to my advantage and did a handstand over him, using gravity to gulp down my meat like a snake all the way down to his waist. After having half of Derek in my mouth, I bent over and stood up to switch out positions as I threw his legs over my head while the heft of my prey slid further down into my already distended gut. My meal tried to kick and struggle, but the first rule of gaining is to never spit out your food and I wasn't going to let all this delicious fat go to waste. Ignoring his protests, I fed Derek's thick legs down my gullet as I felt the glorious addition he was adding to me and how incredibly full he was making me. After a few more gulps, I had nothing but his toes left and I slurped them down with my final swallow. I did it. Derek is nothing but my food now and I'm gonna digest him into the perfect belly full of fat like he should have wanted! I don't need him anyway, I just need his fat and I helped make it so it's just reclaiming my property. Hear that Derek?! I'm gonna be the hog you could've been and you're gonna be there with me the whole time as my belly!

Holy shit! I can feel you in me man! This is so awesome! I really ate you and you're in my stomach Vince! What's that? Yeah, you tasted really good like a salty steak or tangy beef Jerry! You were delicious and you basically crawled down my throat, you must've really wanted to be my food! What's that? Oh, I can't keep you! It'd ruin my plans to avoid the Freshman 15! Plus, I wouldn't get to enjoy how good you taste again. How about I let you spend a couple more hours in my stomach and then I'll let you out. Good, you agree. Now, let's get back to the belly rubs for how stuffed you made me buddy!

“Enjoying the show, are you? Come get a closer look, I won’t bite.” This heavily built giant was teasing me as he flexed beneath the sparkling rain of the shower, which only helped to highlight the shape of his already amazing figure even more.

I didn’t think about the danger of approaching someone who could clearly overpower me with barely any effort, obsessed with the idea of getting to feel around every bulge. I got a lot more contact than I’d wished for when he suddenly tackled me to the ground, stunned as his thick wet body landed on top of me. He wrestled with my kicking legs and managed to stuff my feet inside his mouth, gulping them to where his throat could firmly grip my ankles before he stood and lifted me up with him.

The muscular man had chosen to eat me feet-first specifically so that he could listen to my pained screams the whole time he was devouring me. Not only due to the crushing force of his internal muscles as they packed me inside him, but because he’d absolutely lied when he said he wouldn’t bite. It wasn’t enough to break my skin, but he still had me crying in fear as he playfully chewed on the softer, fattier parts of my body when they passed his lips.

With just my head left, he wiped up my tears with his tongue before swallowing hard, sending it down into the belly of the beast. He stared down at the squirming mass in his belly, laughing at the easy victory over his prey. “What a tasty fucker you were, now it’s time to get my abs back.” He belched out all the air from his stomach, making the walls wrap securely around my body before he started a powerful, manual digestion process.

He contracted the muscles around his gut over and over while hot acid poured into his tank, crushing me from all angles in a way that was even more painful than when he devoured me. After just a couple of minutes of compacting and melting me down, the giant had returned to his original physique. Well, besides a little extra thickness around his pecs and waist after he’d absorbed all of the good stuff from his meal.

*buuurrrrrbbbbll...gulllooorrrppuurbblrr...bluurp*

Russell’s belly churned actively, his swollen musclegut protruding out with the weak but vigorous struggles of his nephew within. He repressed a sudden belch, licking his lips and panting as the boy squirmed within him.

He felt a bit bad. Maybe it was low of him to go for his brother’s son instead of his own. But he had plans for Russ Jr., wanted the boy to follow in his own footsteps, become a strong and capable man. His nephew, as much as he loved the kid, has always been more of the bookish type, was off studying biology or something of the sort. He would be put to much better use adding to Russell’s body, making him bigger and stronger.

“Relax, boy, it’ll all be over soon,” he said soothingly, massaging his gut as he sprawled out on the bed. “I’ve gotcha, don’t worry. Uncle Russ’s belly’s gotcha...”