It Was Late At Night, And I Had A Long Drive Ahead Of Me Returning From Visiting My Family. I Pulled

It was late at night, and I had a long drive ahead of me returning from visiting my family. I pulled into a nearby truck stop to take a break; already intimidated by all the vehicles parked up that were so much larger than mine, I was even more tense walking past all the drivers who were just as massive. Ignoring their staring and sneering at the puny guy who’d wandered into their territory, I walked straight to the bathroom to freshen up before I continued my journey.

But when I turned towards the exit, it was suddenly blocked by the muscular arm of a tall, rugged stranger who was eyeing me up and down. He took advantage of my hesitation to walk closer, making me instinctively back away from him until I hit the wall behind me. He leaned in close with his arms either side of me, his face mere inches away from mine so that I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke to me. “Hey there. Driving around all day has got me hankering for a filing meal. I was wondering if you wanted to help me out with that?”

His large, firm beer belly had my body pinned to the wall, forcing me to submit to the powerful musk that hung in the atmosphere around him, particularly from the dark, damp patches of sweat beneath his pits. I was surprised he didn’t just grab me right away, instead allowing me to struggle gently beneath his weight. I was trying to avoid eye contact at first as I thought it might scare me into giving up entirely, but after a quick glance I noticed his expression had some friendliness mixed into his tough, intimidating expression. “Don’t be scared, little fella. I’m a nice guy, only gonna eat you if you give me permission. But before you answer, just think about how great it would feel sliding down into my warm, cozy stomach.”

After saying that, he began to lick my neck slowly and seductively. He enjoyed toying with me as he patiently waited for me to stop squirming, confident that I would submit to his desires in the end. And he was right. If being swallowed would feel anywhere near as sensual as getting tasted like this, he’d already done enough to convince me. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands around his belly while I imagined what it would feel like to be inside it.

“So what do you say, will you fulfil your true purpose and become my dinner?” I quietly whimpered the word “yes” in response and allowed him to pull my shirt over my head before it was suddenly engulfed by his maw. Having teased me enough, he quickly swallowed my shoulders so he could get to the good stuff, tasting the nervous sweat soaked into my pits and chest hair as he devoured me. I moaned at the feeling of being massaged by his gullet that was tightly sealed around me, but there was far more pleasure yet to come.

He pulled off my pants and toyed with my hard cock, his wet tongue coiled around my shaft as it stroked the full length over and over until I bust my salty load into his mouth. Using his strength he was able to force my legs down his throat soon after, his stomach only slightly swelling out as my scrawny body curled up inside him. The man let out a thunderous belch as he admired himself in the mirror, letting me know how satisfied he was in a much more aggressive tone now that he knew he didn’t need to befriend me. “Right where you belong, you delicious little fucker. Now be a good piece of meat and stay nice and still while my gut churns you up.”

I should have been scared, but something just felt so right about becoming a meal for this big man, perhaps because he’d made it feel like it was my choice. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations of being digested alive, feeling his stomach acid slowly break me down into nourishment for his body.

Oh fuck! I can't believe this, but I think I got too fat! Haha!! Just kidding. After being a gainer for years, I'm blessed to have this ball of pudgy on my waist! In fact, I thank my buddy Jon for being the biggest contributor to it! He'd been helping feed this beast since the beginning and adding him to it only made it uncontrollably massive.

After a particularly grueling day of skipping lunch due to being busy at work, I was overjoyed when Jon offered to make me bigger than I've ever been to make up for missing a meal. When I found out that he meant himself, I had to wipe my mouth from all the drool that came spilling out at my fantasy coming true. I'd been dreaming of having him padding out my gut since we met and I'd finally get my meat after all this time.

Jon was more on the plump side than not, so I knew I'd be getting at least 200 lbs of man in my belly and I was gluttonously looking forward to it. In fact, I noticed that when my prey stripped naked that his skin was glistening and he had a sweet aroma to him. Curious, I licked him and was surprised to taste glaze! He coated himself so I'd find him as tasty as possible!

Knowing how much he wanted to be my food and how hungry I was, I had Jon lay down on the table and I greedily began gulping down his feet, ankles and shins before he could lay flat. I aggressively grabbed his thighs, dragging him closer to me with both my arms and my hungry gullet. I got up to his thick pudgy gut and had a fun time stuffing his fat passed my lips, swallowing his fat midsection like a giant ball down my throat as his hands slip in while held to his sides.

I knew Jon wanted to enjoy this too, but I was starving for my feeder and there wasn't a point in giving my food sympathy. Hungry and voracious, I pulled my meat in until only his head was left out of my mouth and then I cruelly shoved the rest of him down my gullet. I felt Jon hit my stomach and take his place as my dinner, forever joining me and my fat journey.

At first I felt sorry for my roommate when he got fired, but it didn’t take long before his behaviour started to annoy me. He spent his days just lounging around, taking over the TV and getting stoned while he stuffed his face with junk food. Dude must have put on at least 30lbs in a couple of months, now sporting a flabby ball gut that jiggled whenever he finally found the motivation to walk between the sofa and his bed.

One evening while I was relaxing in my room, I heard him aggressively rummaging through the kitchen cupboards. After slamming the fridge shut, he stumbled into my room stinking like a fresh joint, which just about overpowered the smell of his unwashed, sweaty body. “There ain’t no snacks, what am I supposed to eat?” This lazy fucker always relied on me to stock up on food, but I’d had enough. I told him he had to buy his own snacks, however I didn’t realise how urgent his munchies really were.

“Screw it, you’ll do. Just don’t be squirmin’ around too much.” My roommate suddenly tackled me to the ground, staring into my eyes with a raw, animalistic hunger before his drooling mouth began to stretch open. His ripe musk was even stronger this close up, almost making me delirious as I tried to push him away, my hands pressing into his soft chest and belly. But it was no use; he was much stronger than me and easily held me still as his maw engulfed my head.

I was forced to endure the intense sensation of his tongue slurping up my flavour while he ripped my clothes off, swallowing my head once I had been fully unwrapped. I was eaten at a quick yet steady pace, his throat muscles rippling against my body with each gulp until they had dragged me entirely into his stomach. I struggled against the tight, slimy walls that confined me, forgetting about his earlier warning to remain still. He shook his swollen gut around as punishment, disorienting me even more than the experience of being swallowed whole already had been.

“That feels fuckin’ weird, quit it. Food don’t usually move.” I was scared that he could somehow make my situation even worse if I didn’t comply, so I quickly settled down and tried to drift off to sleep before his gut churned me away.

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Drunk Uncle

A request from @malebellyvore987

Frank knows that he's supposed to be setting a good example for Leo, his nephew. He had gotten all the talks with his brother about trying to be responsible and what not. He was even trying to lose weight to start his own family, but if there's one thing that would never change... It was drinking. Alcohol and him are fine companions, most days satisfying him quite nicely.

Today was not that day, especially in a summer like this where the only thing he felt like he could wear was just his underwear. If it was any less than that and Leo told his brother, he would never hear the end of it. So they're the two of them are just trying to beat the heat in their underwear, a beer in Frank's hands as he goes to go look for some food in the kitchen. The refrigerator had long been ransacked, nothing in the overhead cupboards, bread boxes practically looted, and even the secret places where he hides his snacks from Leo missing.

The older drunk man walks in front of Leo, his hairy round belly in front of him as the young man looks up." Yes, Uncle Frank?"

"Leo, by chance did you happen to eat my snacks. And I'm not talking about the snacks we agreed to share. I'm talking about the ones that I specifically told you were just for me." Both the tone of his voice and the way that his belly growls show annoyance. A blush comes over Leo's face as he rubs the back of his head.

"Yes, I'm sorry, what was I supposed to eat? You literally don't have anything on the house! Dad said you..." From then on, Frank couldn't hear a word that Leo was saying despite his mouth moving. There was something about the way that Leo was sweating in the heat that reminds him vaguely of a hot dog or hamburger. He was pretty lean like one after all and packed with protein.

Without even thinking, Frank reaches forward grabbing Leo right off the couch and giving him a big lick across his face. Frank finds him to be utterly delicious as he gives him another one despite the protests from his nephew.

"You'll do just nicely, snack." He says ominously as he gets greeted with wide eyes from Leo. Especially when Frank opens up his mouth wide enough to fit a watermelon in as he stuffs his nephew inside.

Frank slobbers all over Leo, no different from a dog over its bone. He tastes absolutely delicious, pinning his arms to his side as he pushes his head and neck into his mouth. Sucking it to dry all the flavor before knocking it back. His shoulders were utterly Divine as he slathers him in saliva, helping drive him down.

From what he can tell Leo obviously does not want to get eaten but he can safely say that he had no say in the matter. Frank gobbles up his lean chest and abs in no time, peppering the muscles with little bites to draw out the flavor. He is beaming when he gets nephews ass and cock inside of his mouth. Going over the family jewels with great care through the sweat soaked fabric, while also exploring that peach shaped butt that his nephew man is to squeeze into his underwear. It gets Frank's own cock going as he continues to swallow down Leo towards his thick belly.

Now with just those slim legs kicking in the air, Frank decides that he was going to need a beer to polish his family meal off. Reaching down to pick up his unfinished beverage, he tosses his head back while the size and calves quickly join the bulge inside of his tank. Frank sits back down on the couch with only Leo's feet wiggling out of his mouth. Smiling self-indulgently as he tickles the bottoms as he holds his immense belly in his hand. With one final and powerful gulp, he sends his nephew right where he belongs.

"Ahh not that is the way to beat the heat." Frank says happily giving his belly a slap as he feels the way that Leo shifts inside trying to find an escape. But there was nothing that he was going to do except to become some more pudge for his hungry uncle. Frank smacks his lips over and over again, drawing out the taste of nephew meat. He kicks it up a notch when he shakes his belly as fast as he can, including the man inside of it. All of it eventually causes him to let out a beer and meat flavored belch that shakes the foundations of the house.

With nothing left to do but to digest his food, he calmly places one hand on top of his gut and rests. His eyes become heavy after the laborious activity of sealing a full grown man inside of his gut. Soon he is put to sleep by the sound of his powerful belly, the hairy tank working overtime to process Leo into nothing but fat and muscle

He’s happy to find clothes that fit - and even happier to eventually outgrow them.