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8 p.m. We wanted to meet in just 15 minutes. Was he already there?
When it comes to business I was never late. Mr O´Connor and I had agreed to meet and talk about the real estate complexes in a restaurant instead of his office. So he invited me to one of the coolest places in Dublin for dinner to get to know each other in a more relaxed atmosphere. I had never met him before, only heard his voice on the phone. That call just lasted maybe a minute or two, but it had an indescribable effect on me.
What a voice it was! So manly, so confident, so deep, actually deeper than any voice I had heard from anybody ever in my life.
When I rummaged through the files, I found very little information about him. Well, he was just 21 years old. What the fuck? How could they send such an inexperienced tenderfoot for negotiating with me ? Let me be frank, as far as the professional side is concerned it´s usually me who comes into play when things get difficult. I'm considered a tough cookie and on paper the matter was clear. But this time I knew straight away that something was wrong, something was going to be different than usual. Was it the inconsistency between his voice and his age? I could hardly believe his 21 years. It radiated natural authority, I associated a high-ranking officer in the military with it, maybe 35 or 40 years old, self-assured but very appealing at the same time. How unbelievably huge did a larynx have to be to create such deep vibrations? I imagined his neck very big and muscular, nothing like that of a man who has just passed puberty. Just from that moment on the phone he had an impact on me that was hardly describable. He seemed to penetrate my inner-most being and I kept thinking about him the whole day as I was looking forward to have dinner with him, albeit with a hint of uncertainty as to how things would develop.
I walked through the door and told the young waitress my name at the entrance. She was friendly, but seemed kind of nervous...or was she just distracted?
„Oh, Mr Stevens. Yes, Mr O´Connor is already waiting for you. Please come with me so I can show you to his table“.
The restaurant was spacious and already well attended. As I caught a glimpse here and there of the food on the tables, I noticed that the portions were huge and everything smelled delicious. At the very end there was a somewhat separate area that was not visible from the rest of the restaurant. The waitress entered the booth with me and pointed to the table where Mr. O'Connor had already sat down.
Nothing on earth could have ever prepared me for what my eyes were seeing, for what my inner gut was experiencing. My stomach tightened, my heart seemed to leap. Mr O´Connor was such an extremly muscular, such an unbelievably powerful hypervirile behemoth of a man! At first he didn't make any move to get up, but just stayed sitting and....smiled at me! Even though I was still standing and he was sitting, our eyes were at the same level. However, the table he was sitting at seemed to have been adjusted in height specifically for this giant.
“Good evening, Mr. Stevens. Very pleased to finally meet you in person, please take a seat.”
It didn't even occur to me that he didn't feel the need to rise from his seat to greet me. I just stared spellbound at the many bulges in his suit, which was bound to tear at any time... watched his muscles moving in it, then looked up to his strong manly beard and handsome face.
“Goo...Go ...Good ev … en”, I stammered.
He now smiled a little more and pointed with his incredibly massive, slightly bent right arm at the bar stool opposite the high table, which had previously been brought in instead of a usual chair. Even though the long-sleeves of his suit hid the details of his muscles, I could tell that his forearms were thicker and meatier than any I had seen on a man! Even his fingers on his big hands were muscular! The backs of his tanned hands were hairy, but still couldn't hide the half-inch-thick veins that stood out clearly above the surface of his skin. Even the slow, very slow pulsation of the blood within them showed! My brain didn't know which impressions to process first. I couldn't get a word out, but somehow managed to take my seat.
He started talking to me, but I was not able to follow his words. My urge to take inventory of his enormous body was too overwhelming. I gasped. His physique was so inhumanly developed, was he …. was he maybe …. one of those engineered “megamassive muscle mutants”, whose very existence is only rumored? He was so absolutely huge, the most gorgeously proportioned, physically developed body that I had ever seen. His thick neck was indeed extremely powerful. His traps mountains of muscle. His deltoids and arms were fucking massive! And those pecs! They pouted high, and rolled downward in full, broad sweeps, overhanging his torso. I even could see his abs bulging against his jacket! I wondered how huge his legs under the table had to be.
Back to his face, if there ever were a picture of the perfectly developed face, huge strong beard, virile jaw line, musculature, dimples, skin, lips, eyes, even nose - it was embodied in Mr O´Connor. His face showed unreal masculinity. My stomach actually began to hurt, he was so fucking good looking. I never wanted to leave his presence again.
I immediately experienced an overwhelming sexual drive. My dick was harder than ever in my life, I had never experienced anything like it. I HAD to come closer to him! O'Connor was still smiling and occasionally said a few words that still didn't reach my cerebrum. As I stood up from my seat and slowly walked towards him, trembling, step by step, he laughed out loud for a moment.
I took in a deep breath and didn’t even realize the wet stain forming in my dress pants. My mind was just focused on the man in front of me. The more I approached him, the stronger I felt his powerful scent that completely overwhelmed me. I lifted my hands and groped his powerful arms to feel their strength. After half a minute - Mr O'Connor had already stopped speaking for some time - he turned a little on his seat and decided to hug me. My head first landed over his tie, right in the middle of his massive pecs, which he immediately tensed in rolling movements to work on my face. His hand on the back of my head pressed me forcefully against it. It would certainly have been easy for him to break through the top of my skull with his fingers and crush my head to a pulp. Then the hand pulled me higher towards his head and at the exact moment his muscular tongue entered my mouth I started to cum.
I came and came and came, like never before in my life. The strength of my cumshots didn´t subside, 10, 12, 15, 17 volleys. As O´Connor´s tongue finally left my mouth, my seemingly endless orgasm stopped immediately.
"Ok, we can forego the smalltalk and shorten everything. You sign here.... and here.... here you sign over the entire assets of your company to me.... and here. Thank you.” His extremely powerful pheromones coming through his suit and filling the air around us clouded my senses even more.
As several waiters served him seemingly endless food on the table - had he ordered up and down the entire menu? - his gaze pierced me and he gestured to me with his hand that I should .... sit under the table! He sat up for just a fraction of a moment and I saw that he had no pants on! In front of the massive vein-filled muscle mountains of his thighs - their circumference was easily 55 inches (140 cm), rose his 16 inch (40 cm) cock, shiny with spit and cum. During the entire time, two strong men, both lumberjack types, had apparently been working on it completely silently. Their faces as well as large parts of their upper bodies were soaked with cum and I felt in paradise as I was invited to join them….
Have your fill
"Here's the deal," the attendant started off while you settled into the mysterious white room, "you can have as much as you want but this is a one time offer, when you step out that door," he muttered something under his breath "if you can," "that's it, so make sure you have your fill."
With that two unremarkable assistants slammed two cases of naked silver cans on the table in front of you. The man continued, "Each of these cans are expected to permanently increase your muscle mass by 10lbs, with an average activation time of only a few minutes. Drink cans one at a time waiting for the full effect before consuming another, simultaneous consumption has not yet been tested. You may monitor your progress via the readout on the wall."
You glance up at the red 4-digit readout displaying 135. In the momentary silence you feel a cold rush through your thin body as your senses finally have a chance to process your naked self, clad only in a pair of excessively baggy stretchy white shorts provided by the facility.
"If you need any more…" 'More?!' quick math says there's hundreds upon hundreds, possibly even 1000 pounds of potential muscle mass on the table in front of you if their claims are accurate, 'how could anyone need more?' He gestures to the door "…or experience any other problems, use the intercom. However, when you are satisfied, simply press the red button on your table and you'll be taken to the outpatient center for evaluation and reintegration."
"So, any questions?"
You were stupefied, unable to process your current situation even in this stripped down environment with just you, these cans, and three, wait, three buttons? "What's that other button by the door?" you ask.
"Don't worry about that, that one will only activate for lab staff such as myself," he remarks wiggling the fingers on his raised hand to illustrate his point. "Now, if there isn't anything else, I will let you get to it."
It took you a number of minutes to do anything after he left you alone in the room. You just sat frozen staring out in front of you. Finally, once you caught up to reality, you slowly reach out for a can. You feel it in your hand, it's warm, room temperature maybe. You had expected it to be cold despite not having any reason to think that. Perhaps it's the fact that you normally guzzle cold energy drinks out of such cans. You look down at yourself, taking note of your featureless body before taking a hard gulp. "Well, here goes nothing."
It's not unlike your familiar drinks, the potent flavor likely covering up other more acrid notes just like their energy-inducing counterparts. It feels weightless in your stomach, your body eagerly soaking up the contents of the can like a sponge. You sit for what feels like an eternity waiting for the promised effects to materialize, in reality waiting just a few minutes as promised for them to do so.
All over your body you feel a fizzy eagerness as your muscles show themselves for the first time in your life. A faint outline of pecs is joined by the top row of a six pack as your limbs take on similar definition. "Holy shit," is all you can utter. Fearing a hallucination you glance up at the readout pleased to see it confirm your visions, now displaying 145. Without hesitation you grab another and in just another moment you're bigger yet, already starting to look like a gym rat. During the next can you take a different tactic, instead watching the readout with burning intensity as it crept up. This cycle continues for another half hour, not that you can tell for sure, only being able to measure passage in increased pounds, not minutes.
As the display lands neatly on 225lbs, you realize that glued to the readout, you haven't even glanced down once in five or six cans. When you do… my god. 'Who is this bodybuilder sitting in this chair and how am I looking out at the view of such a physique?' you playfully think to yourself. You bring your bulging arms up in front of your chest and flex, in a flash bringing them and your pecs alive with tension. You moan in pleasure, joking to yourself, "Good thing these shorts are white." Speaking of, your quads are starting to take up ample space in the once comically baggy shorts.
Coming to grips with your already wildly transformed body, you glance over at the still mostly full case of cans and its full companion, and ponder for the first time just how far you want to take this. Honestly, you thought this trial was all a big joke, but you could walk out of here now to a completely different life. But do you want more?… do you need more?
Anything more would surely be outrageous, a much different life even yet. Your recluse life would surely be out the window with you carrying any more muscle than you already are… but heck, even now you're past that, 'people will be noticing this,' you think as you give yourself a quick flex 'and honestly the reason for noticing ain't at all bad.'
With a renewed fervor you decide to dive back in and let yourself feel out a stopping point. You soon find yourself falling back into the same cycle, its predicable outcome leading you into a stupor. You make adjustments here and there as you feel your range of motion change as your muscles swell, but unrelenting mass filling up your view does not trigger any sort of reaction. The numbers on the readout steadily tick up but soon lose their meaning. Only when you go to grab another can from the first case and come up empty are you drawn out of your trance.
Twisting your mighty chest, you peer over your pecs to stare in shock at the pile of cans on the floor to your left. You turn back to the readout… 615. For a moment you're speechless. Your eyes, darting down to realize exactly what that number meant on you, are immediately met by… not much, but so so much at the same time. Dominating your lower vision is a pair of pecs larger than you've ever seen capped to the sides by a pair of equally awe-inspiring deltoids. You're scared and frustrated by not being able to see anything else. "A muscle-growth factory like this can't spring for a mirror?" you lightheartedly, but also annoyingly, remark to yourself making note of your sexy new bass as it rumbles through your chest. You raise your monolithic arms to a double-bicep hoping to at least catch a glance of them. Though not as easily as you'd have hoped with your delts crashing into your face via the pose, you're rewarded with the sight of massive biceps each out-sizing your head twice over covered in a network of pulsing veins.
The last vestige of your rational mind for a moment returned your focus to that number… 615. That's batshit insane, what on earth have you done? You feel the weight of your unseen mass pressing on and out of you at every moment. You slowly writhe your arms and legs feeling just how much you've limited your movements. Your hands and feet have less of a chance of meeting at this point than an all too obvious catfish and their mark. 'Surely this is enough?' you think as your eyes drift to the red button.
But yet, mere inches away, the other case. Against all reason, you reach for another, ready to be once again whisked away into muscled lust.
The test being well over a couple hours in, the attendant takes this moment to check in. He's pleased by what he sees. "Well, well, well, looks like our little muscle pig is well on his way… hmm he's starting to have a little trouble drinking." He notes that his biceps and pecs are starting to restrict his ability to reach his mouth before continuing, "to be seen if he'll tap out or adapt. Session continues, 3h 13m and 29s." With that he flips the monitor back off and continues about his work.
This time you're snapped back by a splash of the precious drink hitting your face. As it snakes down your cleavage you take a beat to figure out what just happened. Preparing again for a glug you feel your tilting head firmly stopped short as it hits your overgrown traps. Attempting to counteract by bringing the can closer is stopped by a paradoxical meeting of your muscles as your attempt to push closer is only met with the opposite outcome. The can is stopped firmly once your arm is fully flexed, causing yet another splash to dribble out.
Shifting your attention, the numbers on the wall come into focus… 775. This time though, there's no reflection or doubt. Instead your mind is filled with another concern. There's so many more cans, but at this rate you're not going to be able to reach many more to your waiting lips. Your one track mind resolves to slam as many as possible in an attempt to beat the pace of the growth. Lowering your grip on the can you down it, following it up with another in your left hand. Over and over, continuing to adjust your grip as the growth kicks in until you can't even reach only pinched between your index finger and thumb.
You let out a thunderous belch as you throw the empty can to the ground. In the distance the numbers on the readout creep up, this time faster than before. The fizzy feeling amplified exponentially. Feeling a sudden urge to know what's coming you lean forward in an attempt to see over your pecs to count how many cans are left, but your abs and quads aren't giving you much range. The far end of the case comes into view as you see them, only two cans left. Just then, the admittedly formidable chair you were still perched atop finally gave up the ghost. As you slam to the floor, the once sturdy metal frame is neatly flattened by your 825lb-and-climbing twitching muscle mass of a body.
Shaking off the shock, mostly metaphorically at this point, you struggle to process the simple math, putting more focus into simple subtraction and multiplication than you did in the 2nd grade. '48 minus 2, minus 16… 30 cans… times 10… 300! plus 775…' "One-thousand and seventy-five!" you yelled to no one. "But it could be ninety-five," you say as you lock eyes with the last two cans. Your new lower seating position left you with an ever so slight chance of being able to reach them, but your vision was quickly being enveloped fully by your burgeoning pecs. Blindly you flail around, rocking the table with your powerful movements, hoping to reach one.
At this moment the attendant decides to tune back in. "Oh my, seems like someone has overindulged!" he quipped to himself, "what's wrong big guy, can't reach the button?" taking pleasure in another subject's unchecked desires overwhelming them. On his assumption he started making his way back to the room to come to his aid and assist in discharging the 1000lb+ mass of a man.
Opening the door he starts "It looks like someone needs some…" but he's not met with the sight he was expecting. There you are, against all odds with a can in each of your sturdy hands. Raising them up you stop short more than a foot above your head. Effortlessly you crush them simultaneously as the last drops of the miracle elixir trail down your face, ricocheting off the trough between your pecs, down to your buried mouth. In a frenzy of snorts and coughs, you suck it all down, letting out a guttural roar when finished.
"My bad, seems I've misjudged… and that you've defied the rules." Lightly stepping further into the room, his smile only grows as he speaks, "Well I suppose I should tell you, I did fib on that one, we have tested that little feature of our formula and found that it triggers two-fold… I don't imagine that was the first time you double-fisted today, so where are we, about 1,500lbs?"
Expecting a reply, you try your darndest to do a final bit of math, at his point peeved to be taking your attention away from you still expanding body. 'If the last cans double up… that means…' "1,395" you declare, your mighty bass muffled by your growing pecs, marking the last words to pass out your lips unimpeded.
"My, my, quite the glow up, or shall we say blow up?"
All you could do now was sit as mobility quickly finished escaping you. The feeling of the mass that you were, the mass you were still to become was overwhelming. Just above the crest of your pecs you watch the readout continue to click up. To your sides, your arms are now perpetually in your periphery propped up high not by their incalculable might, but by plain lack of space. You can't see, but you can feel the sheer area your glues and quads were taking up on the floor, the latter splayed far apart by the girth of themselves and by your growing gut, itself just now meeting the ground, your bottom set of abs feeling the cold tile. Buried deep below, your cock lets out an endless spring of cum fueled by the testosterone flowing through every inch of you. Wracked in pleasure, you finally let go of the remains of the crushed cans, falling, they bounce off your forearms on the way down.
"I must say. That was quite a display of dedication. I don't think we've ever seen someone get so creative with their consumption. I take it that you'll be wanting some more, hmm?"
He didn't wait for a reply.
"Well then, let's move onto the next phase then."
With that, he presses the third button. Like in a movie, you watch as the roof of the room lifts up and the walls fall to their sides, revealing a much larger, warehouse-sized room just as sparse and brightly lit as before, if not more. The table and mess of empty cans are whisked away as a machine tips you forward to remove the remnants of the chair and long-tattered shorts from your powerful cheeks.
"I honestly wasn't pegging you for one of our more advanced applicants, kudos!" he said feeding a flexible plastic tube through your pec valley to your mouth. "Now, just like before… just say when." With a flick, the tube filled with that same fizzy serum.
"Oh, almost forgot!"
He places a headset over your eyes. The image flickers on and at first you don't recognize the unusual shape. But then it dawns, it's you! Finally you can see yourself, and what a sight you are. But before you're able to really appreciate, the image zooms out to the full size of the room. 'Oh no, I'm so small!' you suck harder on the hose.
"Phase 2 initiation successful. Subject growth limit: undetermined. Shifting to in-person observation."
You feel his hand make contact with your 135" thigh as he increases the flow to meet your pace.
Local student demands accommodations, compensation
Claims to suffer out of control muscle growth after working in U of A lab
Colin Jones, 21, claims his muscles began growing at a disturbing pace after he became a research assistant in a laboratory studying treatments for various muscle-wasting conditions. Jones claims that, despite leaving his position several months ago, his muscular growth has continued unabated, and he is no longer able to attend his classes and exams in person. He is seeking permission to attend classes and take exams remotely, financial compensation, and help slowing or stopping his continued muscular expansion. Medical experts cannot verify his claims, but say Jones’ size is “unprecedented” and “exceeds previously understood limits of human physiology.”
Jones claims to be growing at a pace of 15-20 lbs a week. The research lab where he was previously employed declined to comment.
"Are you picking flowers for someone?" the prince asked
"Wha--No!" The knight shoved one of his hands behind his back, the other one clutching his sword. "I was checking the horizon. We're just begging to be attacked sitting out here."
"Alright then," the prince said as he started collecting herbs again "I'm sure that whoever you're picking those for will appreciate it."
A few days later the prince found a bouquet of wildflowers at his doorstep, with a small note from a "secret admirer". the prince chuckled and brought the flowers inside his room. Who knew a man so big and strong could be so adorable?
Like a Set of Nesting Dolls - Another Vore Story
Jordan had swallowed me on a number of occasions.We both had so much fun every time he did that he hadn’t digested me yet, so that he could swallow me again and again. We lived far apart, so it was always an exciting occasion to get together through the years. This particular visit was exciting for more than one reason. For one, Jordan was bringing one of his friends, Nathan, who wanted to try a nesting doll vore situation. The plan was for Jordan to feed Nathan to me, and then Jordan would swallow me whole. It was going to be a feat for sure, but we were excited to try it out. Furthermore, I had been dating a cute guy named Drew for a few months and he wanted to learn more about my interest in vore, and what better way to learn than witnessing it. Jordan’s two boyfriends, Michael and Brad, were also coming over to round out the party, and I’m sure to cuddle Jordan from the outside while Nathan and I were snuggled up in his belly.
“Nice to meet you,” Jordan said to Drew before turning to me, “And as always, nice to eat you,” he continued, giving my belly a little shake. I gave a little laugh and pulled Jordan in for a hug. Jordan introduced me to his boyfriends and Nathan, and I introduced them all to Drew.
The 6 of us started the evening by going out for sushi together to break the ice. I caught up with Jordan for a bit on all the new things in his life, chatted with Brad about how he met Michael and Jordan, and got to know Nathan a bit more. I turned to Drew, who was wrapping up a conversation with Jordan, and asked how he was doing. He seemed a bit nervous, but excited to meet everyone.
“Hey, Drew, if this whole vore thing is overwhelming for you, we can all just have a fun, platonic cuddle party or something,” I said to him.
“No, I’m having a great time. It’s obviously something you want to explore, so I want to support you in your interests,” he replied. I assured him if his mind changed, he was fine to let me know.
After we were stuffed with various sushi rolls, we headed back to Jordan’s home to start the night. We played some board games, made ice cream sundaes, and had a giant cuddle puddle on the couch.
We began sharing stories of chaotic gay times we had all had. Jordan, Nathan and I talked about funny and sweet vore moments we had had. Like that time Jordan accidentally swallowed someone who jumped off a diving board into his mouth unexpectedly; or that time Nathan dressed up in a hot-dog costume at a Halloween party and had two preds argue over eating him, until one pred swallowed the other; or when my ex-boyfriend who didn’t understand vore tried to flirt with me with quirky phrases like “Are you ice cream? Cause you’re going straight to my hips… Get it? ‘Cause like if I ate you you’d be my fat,” without realizing that I was very much aware of that reality. Though Drew and Jordan’s boyfriends weren’t particularly into vore they shared stories of their weirdest dates and such.
After a lot of laughing and cuddling, Nathan changed the subject, “Do we have anymore whipped cream?”
“I think so, why?”
“I think it’s time for second-dessert… for some of us,” he said with a sly smile. He got up and got a can of whipped cream from the fridge and started spraying the cream all over his chest. “Someone wanna help me with this?”
Drew looked around and got up and helped spray whipped cream on Nathan’s back and body. Drew grabbed some of the melting ice cream and helped lather some onto Nathan’s chest. Jordan got up and got a little taste. He turned back to me.
“Are you ready to be stuffed?” Jordan said to me with a wicked smile.
“I don’t know, I haven’t swallowed someone whole before,” I said nervously, watching Nathan put on his funny attire of whipped cream and melting ice cream.
Nathan turned and walked over to me, straddling my legs, “I’ve heard ice cream is your favorite food,”
I was breathing faster now, “Sure is,”
“How much do you think you could eat in one sitting?” he asked, rubbing my belly, which was starting to growl and groan.
“I think my record is 4, maybe 5 pints?” I said shakily.
“Nervous?” Nathan asked. I gave a smile and a nod. Nathan looked down at my groin for a moment, “But obviously quite excited.”
Jordan sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my side. He whispered in my ear, “Just imagine being fuller than you’ve ever been in your life. Ready?”
I took a deep breath. “All right, I’m ready. How are we gonna do this?”
Michael and Brad lifted Nathan up on both sides as Drew watched from the corner of the room. Nathan stuck his feet forward as Jordan whispered to me to open wide. They all pushed Nathan forward a bit and I got the first taste of Nathan’s sugary legs, coated in cool cream. Once that first taste hit, my body helped take over. I swallowed hard and felt my throat open. Jordan’s boyfriends continued to guide Nathan down my throat. I had to gently push Nathan’s hard-on down to help him slide easier down my throat. I felt my stomach begin to balloon out so I relaxed my abs to let my abdomen expand easier. I lifted my hands up and helped guide Nathan’s hands and arms into my mouth. I tilted my head back and helped lift Nathan’s torso up into the air to help gravity pull him down easier. Nathan’s eyes rolled back into his head for a moment in sensual elation, then he looked down into my eyes and gave a faint smile and shudder. Jordan’s boyfriends stepped back, as Nathan gave out one more moan, and his head slipped past my lips. I continued swallowing hard and felt him begin to curl up in my belly.
I didn’t even notice that Jordan was rubbing my stomach, helping Nathan to settle in on the inside. I gasped and caught my breath. Jordan reminded me to swallow some air for Nathan, too, and I did so. I looked over at Drew, whose eyes were wide with awe. “How are you doing?” I called out to him.
“How am I? How are you?! You just ate a whole person!” He exclaimed.
“I did, didn’t I,” I considered. I raised my voice to my stomach, “Hey Nathan, how are you?”
I heard muffled yells of enjoyment and felt him squirming rigorously about inside me. Drew came over and put his ear to my belly. Nathan pushed against my stomach and Drew felt the strange sensation. Jordan continued rubbing my belly for a bit, while Drew leaned in to kiss me a bit.
“Now that you’re nice and stuffed, how do you feel about becoming… the stuffing?” Jordan whispered.
“I mean I’m always ready to get in your gut, but do you really think you can fit me, and Nathan down your throat?” I teased.
“Of course! I could eat Drew too and not even notice!” Jordan responded.
“You could?” Drew interjected.
“Wanna find out?” Jordan asked Drew.
“Oh, Drew is just here to observe,” I started, but looking at Drew I held my tongue, “unless he’s changed his mind…”
Drew looked from my belly to Jordan’s. “You could swallow me whole?”
“Any way you’d like.”
Drew smiled, “I have an idea.”
Next thing I knew I was on my feet, and Drew was in the air being held up by Jordan’s boyfriends. Jordan stood at Drew’s feet and gave them a taste. Jordan held back and asked how Drew was.
“I’m excited but nervous,” he said.
“If you need to tap out just say the words,” I said to Drew, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Drew looked back at my lips, inviting me to kiss him again. I couldn’t tell if I had butterflies in my stomach or if it were just Nathan squirming about.
Jordan started slowly swallowing Drew’s legs, while I made out with Drew’s lips on the other end. We continued in this fashion until Jordan had swallowed up to Drew’s ribcage. I pulled back for a moment to check on Drew. Drew reached his arms over and pulled me back in for more making out. My hands held Drew’s sides, and I clasped my arms to his sides and slid them into Jordan’s mouth. We were getting swallowed altogether, all at once.
Michael and Brad let go of Drew, and started embracing Jordan and his ever expanding stomach. I held tight to Drew, kissing him deeply. I opened my eyes and saw that his head and my head were about to be engulfed in Jordan’s mouth. I breathed in through my nose sharply, and pushed forward.
Everything went dark, yet my sensations were on fire. My torso was being tightly squeezed all around by Jordan’s throat muscles, my lips and tongue were being stimulated as Drew and I explored each other’s faces, my stomach churning like crazy with Nathan squirming inside, and my legs lifted off the ground as I was pulled into Jordan’s throat. Within moments I was crashing into Jordan’s stomach on top of Drew.
I felt a large jostling as Jordan crashed back onto the couch with Michael and Brad. Drew rubbed my belly as we continued making out with each other, being squeezed from every which way. I felt Nathan rubbing my belly from the inside, so I pushed back against him a bit. I tried to rub Jordan’s belly from the inside too, as well as Drew’s body but it was difficult to know which way was which and who I was touching. Jordan’s belly kneaded my body tighter than ever before, probably because it wasn't used to stretching this much. Jordan’s belly squeezed so tightly I thought I might vomit, so I pulled back from Drew for a moment to catch my breath. I couldn’t really pull back, since my head just pushed against Jordan’s stomach walls, but sure enough I felt Nathan begin to travel back out of my esophagus and from my stomach into Jordan’s much larger stomach.
“Wait, whose stomach am I in now?” Nathan said, gasping.
“Is that Nathan?” Drew breathed out. I felt around and couldn’t tell who was who, as both were entangled with me and all of us were slipping and sliding, covered in various intermingled stomach juices.
“How’s everyone doing in there?” came the booming voice of Jordan from all around us.
The three of us exclaimed a chorus of various positive but cramped responses. It took us a while, but we found a relatively comfortable position of three-way spooning of sorts inside Jordan’s belly and we rubbed each other and Jordan.
After a while, the stomach acids began tingling more and more, almost too painfully hot.
“Unless you’d all like to become belly fat, which of course I would be more than okay with, it’s probably about time to let you out,” Jordan said.
“So how are y’all feeling? Are we getting digested tonight? Or wait to digest another day?” I call out to Drew and Nathan.
“I have work Monday, so I should probably, you know…” Drew began.
“... Become belly fat and never have to think about work again? I was thinking the same thing too!” Nathan said, laughing. We all laughed, Drew perhaps a bit more nervously than Nathan and I.
A few minutes later, after a strange slip and slide sort of adventure out of Jordan’s belly and throat, the three of us were taking a quick shower together to rinse off. We cleaned up and returned to continue cuddling on the couch, all 6 of us.
“I forgot you guys were here!” Drew said to Michael and Brad, “I guess I was focused on the people in front of me and, well, the stomach I was in.”
“It’s a pretty great stomach to be distracted by,” I say, rubbing Jordan’s belly.
“So what’s up for your next vore adventure,” Brad asked.
“I kinda want to try that hot dog suit one like Nathan,” I mentioned.
“We could make that happen…” Jordan mumbled as we continued dreaming about all the fun ways to end up in someone’s gut. Vore is a fun time.
Story Contains: Oral, Father Son themes, Small Incest Scene (Uncle,Nephew)
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Uncle Gus was going to be staying with my dad and I for a few days in our tiny apartment. I was home from college for the summer so I was back living and working at home. I hadn’t seen my uncle in at least 7 years so I was kind of nervous to see him again. I know he used to look like my dad; Strong and muscular, but if he was anything like my dad, he probably let himself go some, gaining a nice sold beer gut with a layer of fat covering him muscles.
I heard a knock at the door and I went to answer it. I opened the door, and saw him standing there. He looked almost like my dad except for a few differences. He was bald just like my dad except he had a full beard instead of just a moustache. He was wearing a pair of sport shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, exposing his wife beater that was almost covering him monstrous belly. I was transfixed for a moment on his gut. It was huge. I had never one so big and firmly shaped like his.
“Tom!” he shouted. “Wow you sure grew up! I haven’t seen you in years.” he said pulling me into a big hug.
“Hi Uncle Gus!” I managed to say before I felt his belly push into my chest, squeezing the air out of me.
“Gus!” I heard my dad say as Uncle Gus let go of me. “You got fat!”
“Yea I sure did. The food in Louisiana has been keeping this thing well fed!” he laughed as he gave his gut a few pats.
“I bet it has. Come on in lemme grab you a beer.” My dad said ushering him inside and closing the door.
We sat down in the living area and just talked and caught up, my dad and he were doing most of the talking, and I just kind of listened, but in reality I was just staring at his belly as it stretched out of his wife beater just enough as he breathed. Just then his stomach let out a low deep growl, like it hadn’t been fed in days.
“Sounds like that monster of yours is hungry.” My dad said
“Yeah, the beast needs to be fed. How about we order some pizza for dinner? My treat.” Uncle Gus said as he rubbed his gut some in an effort to calm it down.
“Sounds good to me. What do you want then? I’ll get the usual for Tom and I” My dad asked.
“Yeah get me 5 extra large meat lovers.” Gus said
My dad’s jaw dropped. “5? for what?”
“Oh man it takes a lot to sate this gut. 5 whole pizzas these days is nothing to what I normally eat.”
My dad shook his head and ordered it anyway. An hour or so later the pizza guy came and brought us our 6 extra-large pizzas, not knowing that one was for my dad and I to share and the rest for my uncles huge gut. We sat down in front of the tv for dinner and watched a football game. I wasn’t that interested in the game as I kept stealing glances at my uncles wolf down slice after slice. He grabbed a piece and took half of it in one bite, and then the rest of it in a second. He chewed maybe once or twice and the took a deep gulp, and then moved onto the next piece. I had finished my 5 pieces by the time he was working on his third pizza. He finished off the last of a 12 pack of beer by this point and was on to his second case. I watched his gut slowly expand as he stuffed more and more pizza and beer into it. By the time he swallowed the last of the 5th pizza, his wife beater had ridden up all the way exposing his hairy gut that had grown almost 2 feet.
“URRRRRP!” Uncle Gus let out a huge burp. “Well I think that’s it for me tonight. Where am I sleeping?” he asked.
“My room. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I said sheepishly
“Nonsense! We can share a bed. I don’t want to be a burden. I insist you share it with me or ill take the couch myself.”
“Uhh ok I guess we can share it.” I said, kind of excited to share a bed with my sexy looking uncle
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I was lying in bed while my uncle was in the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and into my room. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, giving me a nice view of his body. He had a nice layer of thick hair covering his entire body. He got into my bed next to me and I could feel his hairy arms tickling my chest. There wasn’t much room so I was pressed right up against him so I wouldn’t fall off the bed.
“Sorry Tom. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze. You ok like this?” Uncle Gus asked
“I’m perfect right here” I said
“Good. I’m probably going to be in a bit of a food coma from all the food I ate. If I snore really loud wake me.” he said as he turned off the light. “Goodnight” he said
“’night” I said as I rolled away from him and tried to sleep, my pants tightening as I felt his big body behind me.
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I awoke to the sound of loud snoring. It was almost deafening. I sat up and turned on the light. I looked over at my uncle who was passed out just like he said he would be. His mouth was wide open, taking in deep breaths as he snored louder and louder. I nudged him, hoping to wake him but he didn’t budge or move. I gave him a few slaps, then a few light punches but nothing. I was kind of annoyed at this point. I threw off the covers, revealing his giant ball gut rising and falling every time he took a breath. I had an idea. I poked his gut to try and wake him up. Then I ran my hand over it. I squeezed and patted it. It was as tight as a drum, packed full of food. I pushed down on it and it didn’t move. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I pushed down with more force, then leaned on it. Eventually I actually jumped up on top of it, straddling it. My cock was leaking pre through my underwear now. I ran my hands through his thick belly hair as I listened to his gut gurgle and groan as it processed over 100 pounds of pizza and beer.
I looked over to his mouth which was wide open and snoring loudly. I looked into it and I could see his big tongue leading back to his throat. I could see it pulse and move as it opened and closed slightly as if it were moving on its own. I was getting tired of hearing the snoring so I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in his mouth, not worrying as he could still breath through his nose. I began rubbing his nipples as I heard a ‘GLURK’ come from his mouth. I panicked for a moment and tried to grab the pillow, but it was stuck. Another ‘GLURK’ came and the pillow moved into his mouth some. I watched, awestruck as my sleeping uncle instinctively swallowed down my pillow. Gulp after gulp the pillow vanished into his mouth. I peered into his gaping maw to see the last of it vanish down his throat. After it was gone his snoring resumed.
I had a few ideas. I wanted to see what else he could do and I wasn’t going to miss my chance. I went out into the kitchen and grabbed everything we had in the fridge. Steaks, fruit, ham, a roast chicken, a whole watermelon and a few sausages. I brought it back to my room and lay down on my uncle’s belly. I started with the fruit. I dropped an apple into his mouth. I watched it slide to the back of his throat and disappear in an instant. I did the same with a few more apples, oranges and bananas. I took a sausage and dropped it in his mouth. It was sucked down just as fast as the rest of the food. He finished the sausages and I fed him the ham. His throat opened really wide and took down the ham. Next was the roast chicken and then I shoved the watermelon down after it. They were all squeezed down in a matter of minutes, the watermelon bulging out his chest as it slid down his throat and into his belly.
*Small Incest Scene*
I spun myself around on his gut and lowered my head to his crotch. I lowered his boxers and found his cock throbbing. It was at least 8 inches with a nice piercing on the tip. I took it in my hand and stroked it, getting excited as it started to pulse.
*Scene Over*
I got carried away for a few moments until I felt a wetness on my feet. I looked back and my feet were in my uncle’s mouth. I panicked for a moment and then felt my feet slip into his throat. I tried to pull them out but they were stuck. I began sliding back towards his maw as I clawed for something to grab onto. I felt my calves slide in as I sank deeper and deeper. I shouted at him and began punching him all over in an attempt to wake him up, yet to no avail. His throat began pulling me in at a quickened pace. My waist was now in his mouth and my cock was rubbing on his tongue. I came right there as my cock slid into his throat. I was tired now as my chest slid into his mouth. I didn’t know what to do. My uncle was going to swallow me without even knowing it. I was gonna end up as a 200 pound steak in my uncles big belly.
My shoulders were in his mouth now, leaving my arms and head outside of his body. I shouted for my dad as my head slipped into his maw. I could feel the pulsing throat around my neck. I heard my dad bust in the room. My head vanished from sight as I felt my dad yell at his brother. He grabbed my arms and began pulling but I didn’t move anywhere but further down. I could feel my legs being pushed into his gut, making room for me in the hot chamber full of half-digested pizza and beer. My face was pressed against his throat, making it hard to breath. I felt my hands slip into his throat as my dad let go. I slowly sank down further and further until I was completely inside. I curled up as my uncle’s belly condensed me in tight. My mind was racing as I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. It was my dad. He was slowly pushed further and further inside until he was completely in as well.
“TOM? Are you alright?” My dad asked
“Dad what happened?” I asked
“My gluttonous brother happened. I tried to pull you out but got caught in his throat as well.” he said as he was forced to curl up next to me.
“Well what happens now?” I asked
“Kick and punch. Try to wake him up.” he said. We both punched and kick at his stomach. Just then we felt all the air get sucked out around us as his belly constricted us into a tight sphere. He must have burped all the air out. We tried to fight but soon I passed out.
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Gus woke himself up with a loud burp. He looked around confused for a moment then down to his belly. It was massive.
“Holy shit!” he said. “What the hell did I eat?”
He looked over to Toms side of the bed, to find it empty with his pillow missing.
“Guess he must have gone to sleep in the other room.” he thought as he lay back down. His belly started shifting and groaning as he felt a big burp coming up.
“URRRRRRRRRRRRRRP”
A tee-shirt and a pair of underwear came flying out of his mouth and landed on his gut.
“How the hell did I not digest these? I ate those guys like 2 days ago…” he thought until he recognized the shirt. His brother was wearing it a few hours ago, and the underwear looked too small for any of the big guys that he had eaten a few days ago.
“Oh shit!” he thought as he shook his belly, hoping to feel them moving around inside. After a few minutes of shaking with no response, he lay back down and rubbed his gut.
“Well guys. It’s a shame I missed out on eatin ya, and I’m sorry that I did, but I’m definitely going to enjoy digesting you both. Can’t wait to see how big you’ll make this tank after I’m done with you both.” Gus lay back down and closed his eyes, letting the sound of his gut digesting his brother and nephew lull him back to sleep.
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After a loud scuffle and some muffled shouts from the next room, my friend nick walked through the doorframe with a huge bloated bouncing belly stretching out his shirt. “All done?” I ask, looking up at him and grinning. “Yup,” he smiles back, letting out a satisfied burp. “Thanks big guy,” I say, reaching up from my seat on the couch to pat his bulging gut.
Let me explain: My buddy nick and I hate our third roommate. We had initially planned to live together just the two of us, but had to pick up a third roommate to find some place affordable. We’d found him online and from the get-go he was just a nightmare. Loud, rude, annoying, messy, the only reason we kept him around was cause he paid rent and was out of the house most of the day.
But a couple weeks ago he started teasing nick for no reason, calling him fatass and tubby and piggy. Don’t get me wrong, nick loves being a fatass. He’ll talk pretty openly about how full his belly is or how much weight he gained that week, but it takes all the fun out when someone’s actually trying to insult you. So we devised a plan. I asked nick if he thought he could fit our whole roommate in his gut and his eyes instantly lit up. After a couple weeks of capacity training we knew his gut was big enough to handle a man sized meal, and he was excited to try.
Now standing in front of me, holding his gut and panting, I knew we made the right decision. Not only was our shit roommate dealt with, but nick had a look of full satisfaction that I’d never imagined. He waddled around and plopped on the couch, belly swaying as he did so, and peeled off his shirt. Then he gave me a look I’d only seen a couple times before. An expectant, wordless look that said only one thing: “come rub this gut”. I slid up next to him and placed my hands on his massive tank, discerning the heavy mass of our roomie trapped behind layers of squishy fat. Rubbing his gut I secretly hoped that whatever new roommate we found after this too would find an excuse to end up in nick’s hungry gut.
The Magic trick
One day there was a magic show. This show wasn't a big deal, so the security wasn't that good. It was just this beef guy who would constantly take breaks to slack around.
Anyway, the show was going fine until the final act and main attraction: The magician.
In This act the magician would make his son dissapear in front of everyone. This needes to be amazing as this would ne the debut of his career, this is the reason why he thouroughly searched for this specific wand. It was said that it was capable of real magic (or maybe they just wanted to convince him to buy it)
The man gets on stage and put his young son in a medium magic box. He then says that he will make his son dissapear in front of their eyes. To let people know there are no tricks behind it, the box would be hanging from so cables, to make it impossible for the boy to just sneak out.
Back at the "magic store", the moment the man had bought the wand, the vendor told him exactly what he should do.
"you are to say «hocus pocus vely son kard» and your son will move (hocus pocus) into the back stage(vely) box (kard)". It was important to chant it perfectly.
When the time came, the man, being nervous, chanted "hocus pocus vely guard". The man then nervously opens the box and the boy wasnt there anymore. It was a success! The man had told the boy to wait inside the box until the show was over, so he could have time for the audience.
At the same time, the security guard who was in the back stage decided to take a break to have a snack. "Man, im so hungry right now I could eat a cow!" But the only thing he had was this little "filling" snack. He decided to give it a try.
As he was chewing it, he felt suddenly stuffed.
His belly had balloned up so big and so round that it hat sufficed his hunger.
"Damn, this thing really works" BURRRRRPPPPP
Then the man felt some movement and he had to sit down. It felt like something was squirming inside him, as if it tried to climb out of his belly. But each time it reached the throat, the man gulped it back.
While being seated, the man patted and massaged his belly and murmured "calm down, its ok, its ok"
Back to stage, the magician had received good news! He would be performing at an important show this time! He went to the back stage box to tell his son these great news but he wasnt there. He tought that maybe his son got impatient and decided to come out, he saw the guard and asked him
"have you seen my son?"
The guard replied that he hadnt seen him. He had been there the whole night and he hadnt seen anyone in there.
The magician is about to walk off as he notices the man big belly...
"Damn, what were you eating?" Says while admiring the perfection of its roundness.
"Man, it was this new filling bar. Its amazing", "it makes you a little gassy though, you feel things inside. Come in, touch", the guard said.
The magician got closer and put his hand on his belly. It felt so firm and yet he could feel what the guard had described.
Then the magician rubbed, patted and even poked the man's belly button. Then he left to look for his son
Fastforward to the guards house, hes lying on his bed with this humongous belly.
"Damn, i wish i could always feel like this" he says, and then nods off
Inside the stomach:
"hello, dad? Where am i? Where did you send me?"
While Tony has a pretty big appetite for a normal person it’s nowhere near the size of some of his superpowered classmates; but thats nothing a little ego stroking and cheering on cant fix!!
God lord Ive been working on this for forever I’m so happy to finally be done with it.
Not to toot my own horn or anything but i’m very happy with how this whole thing turned out
I’m so conflicted. I mean, he’s my best friend, so I gotta let him out. But… Oooooh he feels sooo good in there. Maybe… maybe just a little longer? Wait no- I can’t do that, he definitely wants out now. I-I can hear him… Fuck he’s scared. Begging and struggling… Oh god he’s terrified! I-i gotta let him out. It’s just… He can’t possibly understand how good this feels. If he did, surely he’d understand right. Yeah, definitely! I bet he’d even understand if I left him in there for juuuust a couple more minutes. Oooh yeah! Just a couple, that’s it. Then I’ll let him out and tell him all about how amaaaaazing it was to have him in my gut. Ha! He probably won’t even be mad anymo- OH FUCK! Damn he’s squirming really hard now! Holy shit this feels absolutely wonderful! Oh my god, I can- I can hear it. My belly, it’s gurgling, and I can feel it churning. Oh shit he’s screaming now. I can barely tell what he’s saying over the gurgles. I think he’s saying… Oh fuck, he’s saying it hurts. I think… I think I’m DIGESTING HIM. Fuck I’m digesting my best friend! Im actually letting my gut go to work on him while I’m sitting here harder than I’ve ever been. I’m in total bliss, pleasure is literally coursing through my whole body. Still… I gotta let him out! I just…. I gotta get off first, I really do. He’ll never let me do this again once he comes out, so I gotta make the most of it. Besides, I mean he’s probably not that far along. He’ll probably come out with nothing more than a little red skin and feeling like he’s just got a bad sunburn. Yeah definitely! So I’ll just strooooke my cock a little and then let him out when I cum! Oh- oh god! I’m already so close. Fuck my cock- it feels amazing to stroke it with my belly so full, digesting my friend- Oh fuck why is the though of my friend digesting in my gut sooo hot! Fuuuuuck I’m cumming!!!………… Oh. My. God. That was amazing. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. But… I still gotta let him out. Lemme just- oh… Oh no. He- he’s not moving anymore. Fuck! When did he stop?? Oh god I don’t remember! Wait he probably just passed out right? I mean, I did belch just a little when I was jacking off. Yeah, I just gotta wake him up! I’ll just give my belly a liiiitle squeeze to wake him and- oh…. Oh god. My belly just squished down and sloshed and all the bulges he was making just rounded out like everything inside is just mush. Oh fuck… I think…. I think I digested him!! Oh god, I’m sorry dude I didn’t know. I didn’t think he’d digest that fast, I mean I know there are some preds out there that have rapid digestive system, but fuck how was I supposed to know I was one! This was just supposed to be a little fun! God I’m awful. I just reduced my best friend to mush inside my gut, digested him alive while I jacked off. I’m an absolute monster… and you wanna know how I know that? Because I’m hard again.
Mack wished his son had listened to him, really he did. “Trust me, you won’t like it” he’d warned the boy, “It’s not at all like you’re imagining” he’d said again and again each time his son had asked. And what should’ve been the biggest deterrent of all: “It’s a one way trip, once you’re in my tank you’re not coming out again.” He’d say in a very serious voice, “You’ll be digested in there like any other food, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant process.”
Still, the foolish boy hadn’t been daunted. He continued to beg his dad at every opportunity, going on and on about how he wanted to end up inside his pop’s big hairy belly, and how he loved the idea that he’d be adding to his father’s waistline. Damn, the kid was acting like it was a ride at fucking Disney land instead of his dad swallowing and digesting him. No matter how many times Mack told his son exactly what would happen if he swallowed him alive, the boy just wouldn’t listen, claiming over and over that he was totally fine with what would happen to him once inside his father’s hungry gut. Finally, on the night of his 18th birthday, and with the assistance of a fair amount of alcohol, Mack relented.
Half an hour later, Mack looked down, shaking his head sadly at his massive gut as it bulged and shook with his son’s attempts at struggling within. He could clearly make out his boy’s cries, telling him he’d changed his mind and begging his father to let him out. Stupid, stupid kid… Mack had warned him so many times that it wouldn’t be anything like he’d imagined in all his strange fantasies. No doubt the boy had expected a pleasant, warm slide into a nice stretchy stomach, where the walls were pillowy and soft and they hugged him lightly while he drifted off to sleep. The reality, which Mack had tried to explain to him, was much harsher. The poor boy really had no idea what he was in for when he’d begged his father to eat him. Mack could tell right away that he’d been shocked by the sweltering heat of his dad’s insides as he started to swallow him, shifting a bit uncomfortably in his tight throat, and the boy definitely hadn’t been prepared to be stuffed into his foul smelling, churning gut, which did stretch, but only enough to accommodate the kid, and even then just barely. The muscles of Mack’s stomach walls were far from soft as they squeezed him tightly in a painfully crushing and almost suffocating embrace while the acrid air stung his eyes and burned his nose and lungs with each breath. All the while the slick liquid that had been spreading over his body as his father’s gut churned over him was beginning to cause his skin to itch and burn.
Mack knew the exact moment his boy was experiencing all of this and came to the conclusion that his father was indeed right, that this crushing, acidic, disgusting chamber wasn’t anything like he’d imagined. It was, as his dad had said, a hellish and a terrifying place to spend your last moments. That’s when the boy had started to squirm and shout for his dad to let him out, at first in a sort of “Hey dad, I guess I don’t like this after all” kind of voice, fully expecting Mack to release him and to receive a stern lecture about listening to his dad’s warnings. It was only when his father had informed him that, no, he wouldn’t be coming back out and that he’d be digested just like he’d warned him, that the boy really started to panic.
Mack watched his gut bounce and shake as his son thrashed and begged for release inside the fleshy prison. No doubt his powerful stomach was already starting to work on him, the muscular clenches of his stomach walls becoming rougher and more powerful, and the itching sensation most likely at the point where it transitioned to a painful burning sensation as his acids did their job. He sighed, rubbing over his bulging belly as his son’s cries became more desperate and his struggles intensified and became frantic, and decided to take pity on the foolish kid. No, he wouldn’t be letting him out though, his son’s fate had been sealed the moment his head had slipped past his father’s lips, Mack’s gut had claimed the boy and he was just a meal now, family or not. Mack would however, give his son a small bit of mercy; Usually he’d enjoy his meal’s struggles for as long as they lasted, but it was his own son in his gut this time. Yes, he’d be digested just like anything else he put in his belly, but Mack didn’t like the idea of his boy suffering unnecessarily, so he pressed his hands the squirming, fleshy dome of his gut and pressed down. He felt all the air he’d swallowed down with his son rush back up his throat and erupt from his mouth in a massive, and very satisfied, belch. “Uuuuuuurrrrrrp!”
Moments later, all was still within his gut. It was far from quiet though as it gurgles and churned loudly over the motionless form of his kid. Mack laid back, one hand idly rubbing over his gurgling belly as he let out another soft belch that tasted slightly of his son turned meal. Mack slept soundly through the night as his stomach did its job, the bulges the boy made becoming less defined, rounding out, and his massive hairy belly slowly shrinking as the hours passed and his son was efficiently digested.
Story Contains: Oral, Father Son themes, Small Incest Scene (Uncle,Nephew)
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Uncle Gus was going to be staying with my dad and I for a few days in our tiny apartment. I was home from college for the summer so I was back living and working at home. I hadn’t seen my uncle in at least 7 years so I was kind of nervous to see him again. I know he used to look like my dad; Strong and muscular, but if he was anything like my dad, he probably let himself go some, gaining a nice sold beer gut with a layer of fat covering him muscles.
I heard a knock at the door and I went to answer it. I opened the door, and saw him standing there. He looked almost like my dad except for a few differences. He was bald just like my dad except he had a full beard instead of just a moustache. He was wearing a pair of sport shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, exposing his wife beater that was almost covering him monstrous belly. I was transfixed for a moment on his gut. It was huge. I had never one so big and firmly shaped like his.
“Tom!” he shouted. “Wow you sure grew up! I haven’t seen you in years.” he said pulling me into a big hug.
“Hi Uncle Gus!” I managed to say before I felt his belly push into my chest, squeezing the air out of me.
“Gus!” I heard my dad say as Uncle Gus let go of me. “You got fat!”
“Yea I sure did. The food in Louisiana has been keeping this thing well fed!” he laughed as he gave his gut a few pats.
“I bet it has. Come on in lemme grab you a beer.” My dad said ushering him inside and closing the door.
We sat down in the living area and just talked and caught up, my dad and he were doing most of the talking, and I just kind of listened, but in reality I was just staring at his belly as it stretched out of his wife beater just enough as he breathed. Just then his stomach let out a low deep growl, like it hadn’t been fed in days.
“Sounds like that monster of yours is hungry.” My dad said
“Yeah, the beast needs to be fed. How about we order some pizza for dinner? My treat.” Uncle Gus said as he rubbed his gut some in an effort to calm it down.
“Sounds good to me. What do you want then? I’ll get the usual for Tom and I” My dad asked.
“Yeah get me 5 extra large meat lovers.” Gus said
My dad’s jaw dropped. “5? for what?”
“Oh man it takes a lot to sate this gut. 5 whole pizzas these days is nothing to what I normally eat.”
My dad shook his head and ordered it anyway. An hour or so later the pizza guy came and brought us our 6 extra-large pizzas, not knowing that one was for my dad and I to share and the rest for my uncles huge gut. We sat down in front of the tv for dinner and watched a football game. I wasn’t that interested in the game as I kept stealing glances at my uncles wolf down slice after slice. He grabbed a piece and took half of it in one bite, and then the rest of it in a second. He chewed maybe once or twice and the took a deep gulp, and then moved onto the next piece. I had finished my 5 pieces by the time he was working on his third pizza. He finished off the last of a 12 pack of beer by this point and was on to his second case. I watched his gut slowly expand as he stuffed more and more pizza and beer into it. By the time he swallowed the last of the 5th pizza, his wife beater had ridden up all the way exposing his hairy gut that had grown almost 2 feet.
“URRRRRP!” Uncle Gus let out a huge burp. “Well I think that’s it for me tonight. Where am I sleeping?” he asked.
“My room. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I said sheepishly
“Nonsense! We can share a bed. I don’t want to be a burden. I insist you share it with me or ill take the couch myself.”
“Uhh ok I guess we can share it.” I said, kind of excited to share a bed with my sexy looking uncle
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I was lying in bed while my uncle was in the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and into my room. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, giving me a nice view of his body. He had a nice layer of thick hair covering his entire body. He got into my bed next to me and I could feel his hairy arms tickling my chest. There wasn’t much room so I was pressed right up against him so I wouldn’t fall off the bed.
“Sorry Tom. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze. You ok like this?” Uncle Gus asked
“I’m perfect right here” I said
“Good. I’m probably going to be in a bit of a food coma from all the food I ate. If I snore really loud wake me.” he said as he turned off the light. “Goodnight” he said
“’night” I said as I rolled away from him and tried to sleep, my pants tightening as I felt his big body behind me.
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I awoke to the sound of loud snoring. It was almost deafening. I sat up and turned on the light. I looked over at my uncle who was passed out just like he said he would be. His mouth was wide open, taking in deep breaths as he snored louder and louder. I nudged him, hoping to wake him but he didn’t budge or move. I gave him a few slaps, then a few light punches but nothing. I was kind of annoyed at this point. I threw off the covers, revealing his giant ball gut rising and falling every time he took a breath. I had an idea. I poked his gut to try and wake him up. Then I ran my hand over it. I squeezed and patted it. It was as tight as a drum, packed full of food. I pushed down on it and it didn’t move. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I pushed down with more force, then leaned on it. Eventually I actually jumped up on top of it, straddling it. My cock was leaking pre through my underwear now. I ran my hands through his thick belly hair as I listened to his gut gurgle and groan as it processed over 100 pounds of pizza and beer.
I looked over to his mouth which was wide open and snoring loudly. I looked into it and I could see his big tongue leading back to his throat. I could see it pulse and move as it opened and closed slightly as if it were moving on its own. I was getting tired of hearing the snoring so I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in his mouth, not worrying as he could still breath through his nose. I began rubbing his nipples as I heard a ‘GLURK’ come from his mouth. I panicked for a moment and tried to grab the pillow, but it was stuck. Another ‘GLURK’ came and the pillow moved into his mouth some. I watched, awestruck as my sleeping uncle instinctively swallowed down my pillow. Gulp after gulp the pillow vanished into his mouth. I peered into his gaping maw to see the last of it vanish down his throat. After it was gone his snoring resumed.
I had a few ideas. I wanted to see what else he could do and I wasn’t going to miss my chance. I went out into the kitchen and grabbed everything we had in the fridge. Steaks, fruit, ham, a roast chicken, a whole watermelon and a few sausages. I brought it back to my room and lay down on my uncle’s belly. I started with the fruit. I dropped an apple into his mouth. I watched it slide to the back of his throat and disappear in an instant. I did the same with a few more apples, oranges and bananas. I took a sausage and dropped it in his mouth. It was sucked down just as fast as the rest of the food. He finished the sausages and I fed him the ham. His throat opened really wide and took down the ham. Next was the roast chicken and then I shoved the watermelon down after it. They were all squeezed down in a matter of minutes, the watermelon bulging out his chest as it slid down his throat and into his belly.
*Small Incest Scene*
I spun myself around on his gut and lowered my head to his crotch. I lowered his boxers and found his cock throbbing. It was at least 8 inches with a nice piercing on the tip. I took it in my hand and stroked it, getting excited as it started to pulse.
*Scene Over*
I got carried away for a few moments until I felt a wetness on my feet. I looked back and my feet were in my uncle’s mouth. I panicked for a moment and then felt my feet slip into his throat. I tried to pull them out but they were stuck. I began sliding back towards his maw as I clawed for something to grab onto. I felt my calves slide in as I sank deeper and deeper. I shouted at him and began punching him all over in an attempt to wake him up, yet to no avail. His throat began pulling me in at a quickened pace. My waist was now in his mouth and my cock was rubbing on his tongue. I came right there as my cock slid into his throat. I was tired now as my chest slid into his mouth. I didn’t know what to do. My uncle was going to swallow me without even knowing it. I was gonna end up as a 200 pound steak in my uncles big belly.
My shoulders were in his mouth now, leaving my arms and head outside of his body. I shouted for my dad as my head slipped into his maw. I could feel the pulsing throat around my neck. I heard my dad bust in the room. My head vanished from sight as I felt my dad yell at his brother. He grabbed my arms and began pulling but I didn’t move anywhere but further down. I could feel my legs being pushed into his gut, making room for me in the hot chamber full of half-digested pizza and beer. My face was pressed against his throat, making it hard to breath. I felt my hands slip into his throat as my dad let go. I slowly sank down further and further until I was completely inside. I curled up as my uncle’s belly condensed me in tight. My mind was racing as I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. It was my dad. He was slowly pushed further and further inside until he was completely in as well.
“TOM? Are you alright?” My dad asked
“Dad what happened?” I asked
“My gluttonous brother happened. I tried to pull you out but got caught in his throat as well.” he said as he was forced to curl up next to me.
“Well what happens now?” I asked
“Kick and punch. Try to wake him up.” he said. We both punched and kick at his stomach. Just then we felt all the air get sucked out around us as his belly constricted us into a tight sphere. He must have burped all the air out. We tried to fight but soon I passed out.
—
Gus woke himself up with a loud burp. He looked around confused for a moment then down to his belly. It was massive.
“Holy shit!” he said. “What the hell did I eat?”
He looked over to Toms side of the bed, to find it empty with his pillow missing.
“Guess he must have gone to sleep in the other room.” he thought as he lay back down. His belly started shifting and groaning as he felt a big burp coming up.
“URRRRRRRRRRRRRRP”
A tee-shirt and a pair of underwear came flying out of his mouth and landed on his gut.
“How the hell did I not digest these? I ate those guys like 2 days ago…” he thought until he recognized the shirt. His brother was wearing it a few hours ago, and the underwear looked too small for any of the big guys that he had eaten a few days ago.
“Oh shit!” he thought as he shook his belly, hoping to feel them moving around inside. After a few minutes of shaking with no response, he lay back down and rubbed his gut.
“Well guys. It’s a shame I missed out on eatin ya, and I’m sorry that I did, but I’m definitely going to enjoy digesting you both. Can’t wait to see how big you’ll make this tank after I’m done with you both.” Gus lay back down and closed his eyes, letting the sound of his gut digesting his brother and nephew lull him back to sleep.
Story Contains: Oral
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My four friends were planning to steal some honey from my neighbor’s farm. I felt bad because I liked the 2 old guys a lot. They were always super nice and usually gave my family some free produce from their farm. I decided to be a good person and phone them to warn them, hoping they would get caught and teach them a small lesson.
“Hello?” Marco answered the phone
“Hi Mr. Marco, Its James from next door.” I said
“Hello James. How are you?” He asked in his calm voice.
“Not too great Mr. Marco. I’ve got a bit of a problem.” I said
“Oh? Is there anything Robert and I can help you with?”
“Well I hope so. My friends are planning to steal some of your honey from your bee hives. I tried to tell them not to but they are set on it for some reason. I’m sorry Mr. Marco.” I almost cried
“Wow. That’s a big deal. Thank you for telling me. I will call the police.”
“Oh, please don’t do that. If they get arrested then it will be worse since they’re adults now. Can you catch them and just talk to them or something? Please?”
“Hmmm ok. Just for you because you are a nice young man to be turning your back on your friends.”
“They’re not really my friends, more like people I know.”
“Oh. Robert and I will have a nice punishment for them. Do you know when they are coming?”
“They said late tonight.” I said, relieved that Mr. Marco was being so cool about all this.
“Ok sounds good. Thank you, James.” Mr. Marco said as he hung up the phone.
I hung up my phone and hoped I made the right choice.
—-
I woke up early the next day to go help with Mr. Marco and Mr. Robert with some chores as a thank you for not calling the police. I walked up the road to their place in the early morning sunshine. I could see them from a ways away tending to their hives. As I got closer, Mr. Marco turned to me and waved, his mustache twitching slightly in the breeze. I waved back until I noticed something off. Mr. Marco’s belly was much larger than it normally was. In fact, it was huge. It hung between his unbutton shirt and shifted and moved with every movement he made.
“er…Hi Mr. Marco.” I said, staring at his belly
“Hello James. I wanted to thank you for warning us about your friends. We stopped them before they did too much damage.”
“Oh well that’s good.” I said. Just then Robert came out of the barn, sporting an even bigger belly than Marco.
“*Urp* Morning James. Thanks for the tip about last night.” He said, slapping his belly.
“Uh no problem Mr. Robert. What did you do with them by the way?”
Mr. Marco grinned and shook his belly, causing it to squirm and shift on his own. “Got em right here. Well two of em anyway, Robert got the other 2 in his pot.”
“They don’t stop squrmin either.” Mr. Robert said
I was stunned.
“Wait. You ate them?” I asked
“Yup.” Mr. Marco said. “Well, swallowed them really.”
“What? How?”
“Well I grabbed two of em and shoved both their heads in my mouth at the same time. Robert sat on the larger one while workin the other into his throat. I crammed both mine down in one go.”
“You shoulda seen him with four feet sticking out of his mouth.” Mr. Robert laughed
“Heh yeah. I used my moustache to tickle their feet. Makes em squirm a lot. I finished em off and helped cram the big one in.” Mr. Marco laughed
“Mmmm. Haven’t had a meal that size in years. He was a challenge to swallow but I got you down in my belly didn’t I?” Mr. Robert chuckled as he mocked the guys in his gut, causing moans and pleading to arise from inside. James could hear his friends begging to be let out.
“Are..are you going to let them out?” I asked nervously
“Hmm” Mr Marco turned to his husband. “We thought about it, but we would rather have a nice meal instead.”
“Oh please don’t digest them. They didn’t mean it.”
“Well it certainly sounded like they did. Besides they were cursing at you the whole time we were gulping em down. They knew it was you who ratted them out.” Mr. Robert said, rubbing his belly
“They did?” I was devastated.
“Mhm. If we let them out, I’m sure they wouldn’t take too kindly to you. Tell you what. We’re gonna digest em, they’ll be gone in a few hours if our previous meals is anything to go by. No evidence and nobody coming after you. Does that sound good to you?” Mr. Marco asked
“I guess so.” I felt bad for the guys but I guess they have to face the consequences.
“Good. Hey Robert.” Mr. Marco called over to Robert. “Digestin time!”
“Ugh Finally!” Mr. Robert put his tools down. “Alright boys. It’s been fun but its time.” He patted his belly and rapped on his chest. He braced himself and opened his mouth wide, letting go the biggest burp I have ever heard.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP”. It lasted for a good fifteen seconds. His belly shrunk a good foot or two and condensed down on his prey. I could see the outlines of my friends in his gut. They were barely moving as they fought for the last bit of air.
“HURRRRGHUURAHHH” Mr. Robert went as he flexed his abs as hard as he could. The forms of my friends slowly vanished as his belly shrunk some more and tightened up. Mr. Robert gave his belly a solid slap and pulled his shirt back down, covering most of his tight belly.
“Ahhh there we go. Much more manageable.” Mr. Robert grinned. “You gonna do yours?” He asked
“Yeah. James come feel this.” Mr. Marco motioned for me to come over. I put my hands on his belly. I could feel the guys inside moving and shifting around.
“Ready?” Mr Marco asked. I nodded. He looked down at me and opened his moustache mouth wide. I peered inside and saw in his wet tongue rolling around leading to the back of throat.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP” I saw his throat open wide as I peered down as the last of my friend’s air came rushing out past my face. His throat was mesmerizing as it pulse in front of me, almost as if it was waiting. I moved my head in closer for a better look. I could feel his hot breath on my face. I looked around his roomy mouth. I wanted this.
“Can I?” I asked
He nodded. No words were spoken. I pushed my head into his mouth, my nose pushing at the back of his throat. He didn’t move or swallow. He wanted me to do all the work. I pushed into him further, my head sinking into his throat and my shoulders slipping inside his mouth. He leaned back slightly, causing my feet to leave the ground. I kicked around slightly trying to push myself in further until I felt Mr. Robert grasp my feet. He hoisted me up and pushed me in. My chest and waist slipped down his throat in seconds. Mr. Marco gulped hard and fast as more of me was stuffed down his throat. Finally, I felt him close his lips over my feet as he took the final gulp. I was forced into a tight dark chamber, trying to find room among my passed out friends in the old man’s belly. I was finally completely forced into his gut as I felt him pat his belly. Suddenly his belly condensed around me and all the air was sucked out. I closed my eyes and let it happen, giving myself completely to my neighbor.
—-
Marco swallowed the last of James, the last of the bulge slipping into his belly.
“Whew. I honestly didn’t think he’d go for it.” Marco chuckled, rubbing his belly.
“Neither did I. I’m a littler jealous. He looked delicious.” Robert laughed
“Oh he was. I wish I could do it again.”
“You gonna let him enjoy it or-”
“URRRRRRRRRP” Robert’s got his answer as Marco expelled the last of the air. “No I’m much too hungry for that. Besides, his friends are all passed out anyway.” Marco grinned. With a loud grunt, he flexed his abs hard, crushing the 3 guys in his belly into a tight ball, just like Robert’s gut. He felt James try to struggle as the last of the air had left him completely.
“Much better. Thanks for the meal kiddo.” Marco buttoned up his shirt again as he and his husband walked back to their house to do some heavy-duty digesting.
I cough and sputter in my dads gut as cold milk splatters on me from above. Weirdly enough, I’m actually grateful for the cooling liquid splashing over my itching and burning skin. I’ve been in my dads stomach for over an hour and a half, much longer than he’s ever kept me or my brothers for one of his “punishments”.
My older brother Erik got the longest sentence a couple years ago when he’d failed one of his classes at school. He’d been in there for 45 whole minutes before our dad released him. Later he’d told us that Dad’s gut had started churning and squeezing him in a rough, painful way and that after a little bit his skin had started to tingle. He hadn’t gotten anything below a B since then, not wanting to experience even the beginning of our fathers digestion again.
Up until this point, the longest I’ve ever been in here was 15 minutes, and the only thing I’d ever felt was the soft, almost pleasant squeezing of the stomach walls. If it hadn’t been so disgusting and foul smelling in there, I might’ve enjoyed it. But then it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment. Now though Im long past what Erik had felt; he was right about how rough and tight the stomach walls churned about. I feel like every pulse of powerful muscle squeezes me into a tighter and tighter ball, making my bones and joints ache with the pressure. He’d also been right about the tingling, but he hadn’t stayed in dads stomach long enough for it to become the itchy, burning sensation that I’m now feeling.
My eyes and nose sting in the rancid, acidic air. That’s also something none of us have ever experienced; yes it’s always been foul smelling in here the few times dad felt the need to punish me, but it’s never been actually painful to breathe as I inhale each breath of the acidic air. I guess the punishment fits the crime though, I mean I got drunk and crashed my car into a tree, which is probably the worst thing any of us boys have done over the years, so it makes sense that dad leaves me in here for way longer than he’s ever done before.
I feel my prison jostle a bit as my dad sits down in his creaky recliner chair and flips on the tv, turning up the volumes extra loud so he can hear it over his loudly churning belly. I’ve got no doubt that my brothers are probably sitting there on the couch, eyeing Dad’s stomach and glancing at the clock watching the seconds tick by and probably thinking about how long I’ve been in here too. It’s going on an hour and 45 minutes now.
I just grit my teeth as the burning starts to go from unpleasant to downright painful. Fuck he must be really mad this time, I mean he’s actually letting his gut start to digest me! *Just a little longer* I tell myself, trying to shut out the pain, and waiting for the familiar feeling of the stomach forcing me back up my father’s throat.
“Umm dad?” I hear one of my younger brothers say hesitantly. “Ty’s been in there a reeeally long time… I think he’s really sorry now and he’s learned his lesson. You know he won’t do it again.”
My father just grunts and I feel a hand rubbing over the bulges I’m making. “Yer damn right he’s never going to do it again… because he’s not coming back out again.” He says gruffly, as my brothers stare wide eyed. “This is a lesson for the rest of you boys that your old man’s more than willing to leave you to stew in this gut of mine if you fuck up badly enough.”
No… No I must’ve heard him wrong. Did he really just say he’s gonna leave me in here?? I start to struggle, calling out to my dad. “Please dad, no!! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please just don’t leave me in here!!”
“Sorry Ty, but you fucked up and now you have to face the consequences, maybe your brothers will learn from your mistake and I won’t have to digest any more of my boys.” He says giving me a pat.
“Nononono!!!” I continue to scream and thrash as my dads gut began to churn and gurgle even more loudly. My skin feels like it’s on fire and the walls around me squeeze me so tight that it’s like I’m trapped in a rancid, slimy trash compactor. I begin to sob and beg, but my dad is ignoring me now. He belches instead of replying and the last of my foul, acidic air is snatched away from me, rushing back up my dads throat and leaving me behind to stew in the dark, stinking, churning pit of my father’s stomach.
“Uurrrrp! Shh that’s it son, just sleep and let daddy’s belly take care of you” is the last thing I hear from Dad before I finally gave in and pass out while his stomach churns and gurgles contently around me, happy to finally be claiming one of the meals that has escaped its grasp so many times.
My boyfriend started off as a kinder predator than most. He’d never once digested another guy, which is why I thought I’d be safe dating him. Sure, now and again he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he wanted the feeling of a full, heavy belly. But I found his dominant attitude towards swallowing me kind of hot, so realistically it was never completely against my will.
That was until the night he fell asleep with me still inside his gut, when he didn’t have any control over the processes going on inside his body. I feared for the worst when his digestive juices started pouring in from the fleshy walls around me, and no amount of struggling seemed to wake him up. However, all I felt was a slight tingle on my skin, the worst part was probably just how cramped it got from his stomach squeezing against me as it tried to deal with me.
We’d accidentally made the discovery that his gut was unable to break down anything that was alive, despite handling all of the rest of his food perfectly well. Despite my protests, this lead to many an occasion where I was gulped down first thing in the morning, then kept trapped inside for the whole day. My partner would still get hungry for an actual meal, but it turned out that he could still stuff a full serving of food into his gut alongside me and let his body churn it up.
He didn’t seem to care how gross I found it having food melted down and smeared all over me by his stomach, but his absolute gluttony clouded his judgement. So much that he decided that it would be fun to hold me inside him for a whole week, knowing full well what I would think about that experience. He kept me alive by swallowing things whole for me to eat first, which I was forced to scarf down quickly before his own chewed up dinner started piling in.
All he had to do was tolerate the occasional moment where I would snap and squirm around as much as I could, hoping to make things uncomfortable enough that he would let me out early. But he always managed to wait until my struggles subsided, even moaning softly now and again as though he was actually enjoying it. I never thought he’d become such a cruel predator, but now I’m worried that if I break things off with him, I might end up a permanent resident in the depths of his fat belly.
"Honestly, did you have to eat the waiter? They were doing a fairly good job keeping up with your orders, bro." Theo laughed, filming his rather plump friend, Ezra. "Y'know I'm starting my bulking diet. I just competed man. Cut me some slack. And yeah, they were doing a fantastic job-" Ezra lifted his shirt, feeling the grumbles and soreness of stuffing his belly so quickly. "Fuck. They're settling in, but it's certainly a battle. Like I said, they were doing a fantastic job at feeding me. So good, I considered my final course for the night to be them, honoring all their hard work." Ezra patted his belly, earnestly proud of himself today. Having competed on stage for the first time and eating more than he ever has. Quite the contrast from a few years ago, when he was frail and weak. Now he really stepped into his true self and could be the self assured confident man he always dreamed of. And so could his waiter. The waiter who now kicked and wriggled within him, packed so tightly nearly all the food occupying their confinement dressed and soaked their uniform. Some even entered their mouth as they gasped for air occasionally. Only choice but to swallowed the masticated food so they could continue their air intake. As Ezra's abs compressed, the waiter's movements went from struggles to fidgits. "There, there. Settle down. We got a big day tomorrow. I'll need to hit it hard to process you right into the muscles you belong in."
My Son, The Addict
My son is an addict. There’s just no better way to say it. It’s something I’ve been aware of for years, but Kevin, not so much… almost to a laughable extent when you see what he’s done to himself. Thing is, it’s no ordinary addiction, not alcohol, not drugs, well not the ones you’re thinking of. Even so, it’s not the drugs themselves that he’s addicted to, but the results.
But I’m getting ahead of myself…
Things weren’t easy for Kevin growing up. His mother and I split when he was only 7. She made it clear that she didn’t want anything to do with him by moving across the globe once the divorce finalized. I of course tried to make up for the absence of his mother, but quickly found myself in the same trap many other single parents fall into, working long hours to provide while my already deprived child bore the burden. As a result, despite my best efforts, his childhood was lonely. I always tried to encourage him to make friends, join clubs or activities at school, but he never seemed to take to anything. I could tell he was afraid to put himself out there, afraid of yet another rejection, and while I can’t blame him, it was my fatherly duty to push and support him.
I was surprised and delighted the day he started talking about some friends he made at school. Being his freshman year of high school, I had been hoping and praying for this exact kind of fresh start for Kevin. He told me what they’ve been getting up to with great excitement in his voice. He had met them after school one day in the school’s gym. This was a venue I was not expecting him to be in. My son’s not unathletic, but until now he hadn’t shown any interest in sports. “I noticed them as I was walking by the windows that faced the hall. I didn’t recognize them from any of our sports teams, so I wondered what they were training for,” Kevin told me, “they told me they were aspiring physique models.” Physique models are not a concept I was aware of at the time, and I think if you had asked Kevin a few weeks ago he’d have said the same, but my son started gushing about everything he learned already, something called aesthetics? and that he had started training with them after school.
He pulled up his phone and started showing me pictures of his friends to help with the explanation. As he scrolled, I realized at least part of the reason why my son had started hanging around them. You’d be hard-pressed to find more than one item of clothing in each photo that filled up his new friends’ social feeds, every photo dedicated to showing off their decently built physiques. See, I had for a while suspected that Kevin was gay, something I had no qualms about whatsoever, so seeing him gravitate towards these guys made sense, I remember how horny I was at that age. I’ll admit, I still had a lot of questions, but I was just happy that my son had finally found something to latch onto, and hey, nothing better for you than a good gym routine, right?
Flash forward to the end of his senior year and I’m sitting in the audience of his first amateur show. Over the years I educated myself about the fitness industry so I could share in his passion. I very quickly found out about some of the more unsightly facets, the drugs, and the cycles some men chose to go through to promote growth. It scared the shit out of me, so I sat Kevin down and had some frank conversations about it. He assured me he was ‘natty’ and had no intentions of changing that. I of course trusted my boy to make the right choices, secure in the fact that his physique was assuredly attainable without chemical intervention.
And what a physique it was tanned and diced up on stage. At that moment I couldn’t have been a prouder father seeing my son glowing while showing off his hard work. Despite our hardships, he was coming out of his teens as a well-adjusted young man with a bright future ahead of him, a strong body to take him there, and even stronger friends to guide him. And I was proud once again watching him walk across a different stage to receive his high school diploma just a few weeks later. As we spoke after the ceremony, he laid out his intention to pursue a career in fitness, continuing to compete, and some personal training to make money day-to-day. He had gotten in tight with the owner of the local gym and was going to start working there in a few weeks. I was floored by Kevin’s gusto, freshly walking off stage and he’s already off running.
As tired of a plot point as it is in Kevin’s life though, he was running straight for a brick wall, coming in the form of his friends leaving town the following fall. One of the two he was expecting, leaving to go start his business degree at an out of state college, but the other was very sudden. He was offered a lucrative deal to train and create content in Dubai that he’d be crazy to turn down. Kevin was outwardly supportive, but I could tell this gutted him. In fact, it threw him into a deep depression. The depression didn’t manifest itself in lying in bed all day in a dark room, no quite the opposite. For Kevin, depression manifested in 16-hour gym sessions where he’d come home beat red and drenched in sweat, only to eat, sleep, and start over again the following day.
It was amid this upheaval that the absolute worst thing that could have happened to my son did, his boyfriend, CJ. Of course, to me he was just presented as his gym bro, but their relationship was about as secret as a hide-a-key rock. It just takes a few seconds to see what is really going on. They met at the gym of course after CJ commented on Kevin’s insane sets the past few weeks. Not even he was training that hard, which coming from a 6'5" 350lb competitive bodybuilder meant a lot. Given Kevin’s all-day gym schedule, him and CJ got a lot of chances to see each other.
Now, obviously I’m not a mind reader, but all I know is that since CJ came around, my son’s growth has gotten… concerning. It started coming into focus only a few months into their relationship. Despite ostensibly being in a better place emotionally, his gym sessions hardly let up, but it was a specific interaction that really sparked my worry. I was sitting in the living room when I heard Kevin call out from the kitchen “hey dad, can you come in here? I can’t reach.” This was a common enough request from Kevin, his 5'7" stature left some things higher up in the kitchen out of reach. I walked into a different sight though, Kevin facing away from me, tangled up in his gym tank, unable to remove it due to it getting caught up on his bulging muscles. God, I had gotten used to seeing him come home from the gym with such a massive pump that I hadn’t even realized how much of those pumps were sticking around. I played it cool and helped him get out of his shirt, but inside I was freaking out. My shock only heightened when he turned around to face me. Holy hell, when did he get so big? Physique model no more, my son was skyrocketing up the weight classes. Bulging pecs hung off his chest flanked by the lats that had just interfered with his disrobing in turn propping up his boulder arms starting to take his look from built to bodybuilder. While my thoughts were racing, Kevin gingerly quipped “thanks Dad, price of gettin’ swole, huh? haha” before turning to walk out. Despite my trainwreck of thoughts, I couldn’t help but notice that he was at full mast downstairs as he walked away. Did he get turned on by what just happened? No, no, that’s a step to far… my thoughts are spiraling, but that’s just ridiculous.
After my revelation I decided that it was time to rehash our conversation about steroids. At the rate he was growing, they had to be in play. He didn’t even try to lie, my fears were confirmed, but the conversation didn’t go at all as I had planned if that were the case. I feel so stupid looking back now, but he did a deceitfully good job of convincing that not only were steroids a requirement to compete seriously, but also that he was on a “safe” cycle. No doubt coached by CJ what to say when I eventually confronted him. If I was being truthful to myself, I knew that last one was a lie just based on how quickly he was growing, but not wanting to cause a rift between me and my boy, I went with his explanation, with one stipulation. He wasn’t to bring anything illicit into our house.
I wish I could say he at least had lived up to that one rule, but he didn’t. I started finding remnants of his using stashed throughout the house in increasingly obvious spots as he continued to get bigger. It’s not easy for a musclebound man to be sneaky about anything. Regardless I ignored it to keep the peace. I couldn’t be another person in his life to abandon him regardless of the fact that I didn’t understand nor approve of what he was doing. Besides, if I did that, I’d be driving him right into CJ’s arms and god knows what would happen if they moved in together. At least with me, I absurdly thought, maybe I could curtail his growth some. I further deluded myself into ignoring the ever-increasing number of basic things I had to start helping my son with daily as his muscles continued to swell and impede him from doing so. Perpetuating ignorance like this though is like death by 1000 cuts. That brings us to today, just four years later, cut number 1001, a broken scale, and a long overdue confrontation.
“Hey Kev, can you come out here, I gotta talk to you.” I shouted down the hall from the living room. A few seconds later, “sure dad, one sec,” he grunted back. I had obviously interrupted a posing session, which honestly was a safe bet any minute of the day he was home. “Seconds” were not something Kevin did anymore, though he still used the phrase. It took him more like minutes to exit his room and make the trek down the hall. From my vantage point I couldn’t see down the hall, but I could hear him coming, the circus of sounds emanating from his body announcing his presence. Sounds of muscles shicking past muscles, his meaty forearms brushing against the walls as he shuffles down on a diagonal, and his huffs and puffs as he attempts to catch his breath.
The early afternoon light in the living room bounces off his body, highlighting every overblown muscle. How could I have been so blind to what was going on. How could I not have noticed this…
Unaware of the gravity of the situation brewing in my head, Kevin starts the conversation…
“I think it’s… *huff* time to widen the hallway again. I’m getting *huff* too wide, huh huh… 'sides CJ thinks I should add a few more inches to my forearms to balance out my upper arms, so it’s only going to get worse.”
“Kevin…”
“Uh-oh, I don’t like the sound of that. What did I do now?”
“Do you want to tell me what happened to the scale?”
“Oh, huh, yeah, I meant to tell you… I guess I maxed it out. I heard something crunch last time I stepped on it. Sorry I was heading out for the gym and I forgot to…”
“Kevin… I’m not upset about the scale. I’m upset about what it means… This thing was rated at 750lbs…” Kevin clearly not connecting the dots, I continued. “Kevin… seven hundred fifty pounds?… People aren’t supposed to get that big! By god, when will enough be enough?”
“Woah! Where’s this coming from? I thought you understood my sport… Bigger is better, dad.”
“Sport? You’re way past a sport at this point, bud. Bodybuilding is one thing, but this… I’ve stood by and watched you near quadruple your weight in the past four years… It’s not normal son.”
“Who says I want to be normal? It’s my life and it’s what I want. I thought you were on board.”
“But what kind of life is it?… All you do is eat, sleep, work out and get sucked off by your gym buddy boyfriend during your “posing practice” day in day out.” The revelation of me knowing about his relationship took him off balance.
“You… know…?”
“Of course I know! You’re so massive you can’t hide anything… you damn near make the house shake apart when you’re in your room together.”
“Is that what this is about? are you mad that I’m gay?”
“No!.. son. I’m mad about THIS!… THIS!” I gestured wildly at his absurd physique, “what you’ve done to yourself… I mean jesus, look at yourself… oh that’s right, you can’t. You can barely move a limb… You can barely do anything come to think of it… It’s not normal for your father to do so much for you, you know?… God, if I hadn’t allowed you to put ridiculous feeding tube in, I don’t think there’d be anything you could do without my help! How are you so okay with those grotesque muscles taking away your independence like that, fuck your basic mobility even?!”
“It’s the price I pay to get what I want…”
“But when, tell me, when will it be enough? Another 100lbs, more? when you can’t walk anymore? cuz you’re damn near there… It’s like you NEVER want to stop. My god Kevin, I just… I just can’t stand by anymore and watch you do this to yourself… I want you to understand that I love and support you, but if you’re going to stay in this house, there needs to be some drastic changes… Please Kev… I just must believe my little guy is still in there under all these… muscles.” Kevin’s face softened, raising my hopes that I’m getting through to him.
“You’re so right, dad…” his expression dropped, “I never want to stop. I’ll have CJ come pick up my things and find me a place to stay that’s more accepting. I’ll be at the gym until then.”
“So that’s it huh? Choosing your precious muscles over family…” I was deflated and devastated, regardless I’m not proud of what I said next. “I can’t believe my only son has turned into such a… FREAK.“ My eyes darted down to his posers. It was hard to see sandwiched deep within his thighs, but he came right after the word left my mouth. God knows how early in my dressing down his engulfed member shot to attention. Disgusted, “huh, well I guess there’s at least one other thing you can still do.”
Kevin didn’t appreciate my final comment. In his mind he twisted around dramatically to walk out the door as he messaged CJ 'Hey Siri, text CJ, bring the truck around, I need to get to the gym now.’ In reality, he finished his command while still mostly facing me, the shuffling of his barrel quads taking forever to propel him waddling towards the door. And that was it… one last labored squeeze through the front door and he was gone.
Epilogue
That argument was three years ago today. It was the last time I had seen my son. Regardless, the thoughts of how much bigger he will have managed to blow himself up to if I do haunt me. My phone buzzed unexpectedly as I see a notice for video message from an unknown number. My heart dropped when I read the filename Your Son.mp4.
The video opened with CJ addressing the camera from what looked like a catwalk high up in the air "Just thought daddy would like to see what little Kevin has been up to the past few years” before flipping it around to what looked like a large warehouse. It took me a second to recognize what I was looking at, it was flesh, cascades of it, filling the large open space below.
It was hard to make sense of it all, muscle groups harder to recognize than constellations. He was spread out in an X pattern, all his muscles pushing up against each other to lock him in this position, his hands and feet swallowed by his copious arm and leg meat. His head was similarly swallowed up by his mountainous pecs, the only indication of it even being there provided by the stark white tube snaking its way through them.
The camera cut and opened to a shot looking down into the crevasse made by his pecs, the tube flowing into his mouth. His face looks peaceful, happy, his eyes closed as he chugs away. CJ pressed a button to stop the flow. He unhooked the tube and Kevin’s eyes open to face the camera. He’s not happy to be interrupted, for the flow of muscle building nutrients to stop. Through his raspy voice, he commands… “MORE.” CJ flips the camera back around “See ya in a few more years pops.”