malebellyvore987

[malebellyvore987]

Accidents Happen... Often

Here is the long awaited sequel and my longest story I've written yet. Hope you all enjoy and happy holidays!

(Oral Vore, Consensual Prey, Romantic Themes)

Tyler sat back in the booth that he and Mikey were enjoying their lunch at. The plate that once held the nearly six-inch tall burger and a small mountain of french-fries was clean except for the small amount of leftover ketchup and burger bits.

“Whew… that was delicious,” Tyler wiped the corners of his mouth and beard with his napkin, glancing over at the plate of food his apprentice had been picking at. “Yours not as good, bud?”

“Hm? Oh no, its good. I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought,” Tyler picked up a fry off his plate and promptly munched it, “Not nearly as hungry as you were, which doesn’t mean much for a normal person like me.”

“Heh, I can put a lot away. A burger and fries is nothing compared to a…” he squinted his eyes at Mikey and scanned his form for a moment, “five-foot six grown man.”

“Are you still thinking about that? It’s been almost a whole month since that happened.” Mikey looked at the bearded man and the back down at his food.

“It was crazy! How can I not tell people I accidentally fit a whole guy into my belly? You’d be surprised how many guys are into that, believe me,” Tyler smiled and patted his belly.

“So, you’re using my traumatic experience as horn bait for kinky freaks?” Mikey raised a brow.

“Exactly, can’t knock their interests buddy. I just happen to be a conduit for their deepest desires. All I do is this,” Tyler opened his mouth and let his tongue roll out, his eyes locking with Mikey’s and winking.

“I don’t…” He adjusted himself under the table, “I can’t see the appeal.”

“Sure buddy. You’re not the one getting their huge dinners paid for, my belly stays stuffed.” As Tyler replayed the last encounter in his head, all he could do was stroke his growing belly under the table. “They rub my belly for hours, even nicer when they rub while straddling it.” Tyler smiled.

“I didn’t need to know all that dude. Honestly you’ve gotten too comfortable talking about all that stuff,” Mikey couldn’t help but see through to the soft, hairy muscle that was held back by Tyler’s work shirt.

“Oh please, what happened to your attitude? You take one trip down my throat and suddenly my horny times are off limits to talk about. Not my fault your life is boring and you have no cool stories to tell.” Tyler chuckled and plucked another french fry off Mikey’s plate, punctuating his sentence by tossing it into his mouth.

“Whatever man, I don’t need to know how that moment spawned countless fantasies for you and your fuck buddies.”

“Well… there is just the one. He buys me dinner, feeds me the whole thing while I just sit there letting him rub my gut under the table. I get my dessert once we get home,” Tyler winked.

“Again, TMI dude…” Mikey’s face burned red and his manhood hardened in his pants, the thought of Tyler sprawled out… shirtless… hungry….

“I’m honestly starting to believe you’re just plain jealous. I can’t help you ain’t got a nice handsome belly to throw around. A nice gut comes from experience anyways, so you got a while to go until you’ve earned yourself one like mine.” Tyler looked at his clearly flustered apprentice.

“Yeah sure, experience and a big mouth like yours.” Mikey smirked and popped a french fry into his mouth.

“All the better to eat you with buddy,” Tyler grinned and licked his lips, sending another wave of burning redness over Mikey’s face in response.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go pay.” Before Mikey could stand up, Tyler slid his debit card across the table.

“Use mine; I guess since I have been “torturing” you with all my dirty stories, I can treat you for once.”

“Wow, finally making sense.” Mikey palmed the card and slid it across the table, “Should’ve told me first and I would’ve ordered a bigger lunch,” he grinned as he walked off with the card.

“Heh… you’d know how to be a big lunch huh,” Tyler muttered to himself as he tried to imagine that satisfying sensation of fullness he experienced when Mikey found his way inside his stomach.  

The choice to carpool for lunch was good for both of the tradesmen; the younger man saved gas money, and the slightly older man got to drive as wild as he wished, all mostly within legal limits. Luckily for both of them, today’s heat made it so they couldn’t work during the sun’s peak hours. To compensate for time, their manager just tacked an extra hour onto lunch time and brought a cooler of Gatorade for the time they still had to work. This led to Tyler being a little slower on getting back to the site.

Tyler stopped out by some park and rolled down the windows, looking over at Mikey.

“Why are we stopping here? Don’t we have to get back to the site soon?” Mikey looked up from his phone as they parked.

“Were you listening to Boss-Man? We got an extra hour on lunch.” Tyler leaned his seat back and sat a hand on his belly, feeling the soft rumbles as it worked on his lunch. Mikey couldn’t help but steal glances of Tyler’s stomach, his hand itching to just reach out and touch. He couldn’t though, that would completely destroy the façade he had for that moment where he was inside that grumbling stomach. “Oof… lunch is about to put me to sleep….” Tyler looked over at his apprentice and smiled, “Mind waking me up when it gets closer to work-time?”

“Can’t you just set an alarm?”

“Well, that’s no fun. I got you right here don’t I?” Tyler thought for a moment then smiled, “If you do, I’ll let you touch my gut as much as you want while I sleep,” Tyler grinned and slid his hand under his shirt, pulling the material up and around his chest and putting his belly on display.

“U-Uh, I…” Mikey’s face flashed red again but this time, his shaft was starting to drool into his underwear.

“Just a joke buddy. But… I mean, if you actually want to, I won’t say no.” Tyler smiled and sat his head back, belly still uncovered and tempting the young apprentice to reach out and touch. Beneath those black-lensed sunglasses, Tyler wasn’t resting his eyes, he was waiting patiently to see how his teasing would manifest in Mikey’s actions. It wasn’t even a minute later when he could see Mikey slowly inch over in the truck’s cab-sized seat and press a hand to the surface of the solid gut.

The skin was smooth and incredibly warm, the small curls of hair that covered the mass of his belly soft to the touch. Mikey, for once, was silent, hoping that if he remained quiet, he would be spared by Tyler’s teasing. That unspoken agreement was honored by Tyler, who placed his own hand onto Mikey’s shoulder and invited the smaller man closer. Mikey let his hand remain still for a brief while, Tyler’s own hand keeping with his stillness.  

“Feels nice huh?” Tyler purred, looking down at the man’s bright-red face. His words must’ve inspired Mikey to explore, both hands now placed gently onto the hairy surface and beginning to stroke, prod, and rub into its firm mass. “Mmm…” Tyler’s subtle grunt of approval was doing things to Mikey, who had forced himself into near silence, fearful that if he spoke it could end this moment.

An hour of slow rubs and the occasional dip of a finger into Tyler’s fuzzy navel had burned up that extra hour of lunch in no-time, leaving one man satisfied and the other at the point of sexual frustration. It was a slow car ride back to the site but after Mikey stopped rubbing his stomach, Tyler’s hand rested across the width of his apprentice’s thigh. The two didn’t speak, the apprentice still silent with his thoughts boiling over in his mind while the other man simply remained quiet, sensing that the little man next to him could explode if a pen dropped. As they pulled in to park, Tyler squeezed Mikey’s thigh.

            “Gonna be okay working? You look a little bit flustered, buddy,” Tyler smiled and moved his hand from his apprentice’s leg to lay across the back of the seat.

            “I… C-can…” Mikey’s mind swapped between wanting to do more and the thought of being crammed inside Tyler’s stomach again, those two wants not necessarily mutually exclusive.

            “Alright.” Tyler smiled and pulled him and Mikey’s hardhats from the backseat, sitting the smaller one next to him and putting on his own. Mikey did the same before the two men hopped out to complete the last half of their workday.

The heat of the day worked as a great distraction for Tyler who manned the miter saw as usual. The brief moments of warm air and sawdust flying kept him busy enough while Mikey did his usual job of taking measurements and delivering the sawn once it fit the other carpenters’ needs. While Tyler remained focused on his work, Mikey’s attempt at the same continued to be derailed by the passing thought of his superior’s handsome belly. He wasn’t sure what he liked more, the time he spent exploring the surface from the outside or the brief moment when he was once held inside its hairy mass. From what happened in the car, would Tyler think it was weird to want to… try it again? The thought of that bearded mouth smiling and slowly opening… the heat of his breath huffing against his face… getting squeezed from every angle….

“MIKEY!”

A shout from the roof jogged him from the fantasy in his mind and back to work, his shaft hardening in his pants and rubbing between his thighs as he traversed up the ladder. As he stepped over the final rung onto the roof, the two skinnier carpenters handed him a list of the last few measurements they’d need to finish the roof’s wooden endoskeleton.

“Damn boy, you were zoning out hard there. We called your name like three times,” Mikey looked down and swallowed his spit, “Good news though, get Ty to cut the wood right the first go around and we’ll be done.” He gave a quick nod and hopped back onto the ladder, sliding down quickly and presenting the list to Tyler.

“Hm… easy enough. Stand on the end over on my right and catch the wood as it falls.” Tyler scooted over from standing directly in front of the saw and gave Mikey some space to move in next to him. Mikey went back to fantasizing, watching Tyler’s arm rise up and revealing the slight paunch that stretched out against his work shirt. Before he knew it, a 2x4 fell into his hands, then another, and another. The two ended up having to work together to carry the carpenters’ load up to the roof, splitting the amount between them for efficiency.

Finally, the two stood together near the saw as the whirring of drills and the sounds of the air compressor filled the air around them. Tyler kept catching his apprentice staring at him through his sunglasses and after meeting his eyes, he smiled and patted his belly. Tyler chuckled and began to fold up the miter saw, unaware of the ball of nervously horny energy he was building in Mikey. It took Mikey stepping up behind him and planting his crotch against Tyler’s bent rump for the older man to realize how severe it was.

“Woah there buddy, not at work,” Tyler laughed and sat up, looking down at the smaller man. “Gotta be patient buddy; neither of us wanna fool around while sweaty and covered in sawdust right? Actually… you’ve turned out to be pretty kinky, so….”

“W-well… You’ve not been helping, bending over and being all…” Mikey paused; was he truly about to confess something socially incriminating to both his superior and work friend?

“Sexy?” Tyler chirped, turning to look at the flustered man as he lifted the saw off its sawhorse. Mikey looked down at his boots in response, both his silence and lack of a comeback telling of his subconscious agreement. “Oh, damn,” Tyler turned and stared at Mikey, whose red-faced gaze couldn’t meet his own.

“Yeah…” Mikey murmured and shortly felt Tyler’s hand rest on his shoulder, causing him to look up at his superior’s bearded, smiling face.

“I can’t help you stop feeling that way buddy,” A soft chuckle prefaced his words, “the most I can do is... uhm…” For once, Tyler couldn’t piece his words together. Something about Mikey’s expectant face; how much did maintaining workplace professionalism matter to either of them?

“Ask me out to dinner?”

“Heh, I’ll take you out for sure,” Tyler smiled and bounced his eyebrows, “I was thinking you’d be more interested in being my dessert, anyways.” Mikey wasn’t sure if it was instinct but as he watched Tyler’s tongue flick out to wet his lips, the desire to feed himself into that bearded mouth felt like an appropriate reaction.

“I can do that,” Mikey grinned.

“Does tonight work? Maaaybe… 7 o’clock? I figure we’d need some time to clean up.” Tyler brushed the sawdust off his shoulders.

“Absolutely, do you want to meet somewhere or one of us pick the other up?”

“Oh, I planned on chauffeuring us around, not in that dusty work truck though. My personal driver is much nicer inside, got lots of room for… after dinner activities adults do.” Tyler grinned, slapping the extended ends of the sawhorse and locking them in down into their closed positions.

“I’ll send you my address,” Mikey looked up over his shoulder at the two men who were now sliding down the ladder, “I think it’s time to head out too.”

Soon, Mikey was sitting in his driver seat with the two folded arms of Tyler leaning on the windowsill weighing that side of the car down. They had been speaking for a moment and ironing out the details of their dinner plans together, Italian, a classic, being the genre of food they decided on.

“See you soon, handsome.” Just as Tyler began to walk off, he turned on his heel and went back to leaning against the car. “How fancy did you want to dress? I got like a button-up, can’t guarantee my khakis will still fit though,” Tyler chuckled.

“Definitely the button-up, I want easy access to that belly of yours,” Mikey grinned and reached a hand through his window, patting his future date on the chest.

“Damn, might wear the khakis so you can help pop those buttons too.” Tyler laughed and turned before walking off, Mikey watching him walk the whole way back to his work truck.  

The rest of Mikey’s day consisted of a brief shower that took off any of the sweat and sawdust from the day, a period of time where he painstakingly fingered through his closet for an acceptable outfit, and a moment where he poked and prodded at his hair in hopes of getting to settle in a pleasing fashion. Once it got to a place where he was satisfied, he ended his preparation with a spritz of his favorite cologne. With a quick check of his watch, Mikey realized he still had over an hour to wait for Tyler to arrive. When he grabbed his phone and begnn the mental preparation for the events to come, he noticed a text from his date.

“So… the button-up idea…” Attached to the message was a photo taken in front Tyler’s bathroom mirror, the first two buttons by his collar done-up but the rest splayed far apart due to the hairy gut that jutted from his midsection.

“If society allowed it, I’d say wear it anyways lol.” Mikey blushed at the photo, noticing the khaki pants that Tyler was wearing somehow made it on but still squeezed around his hips and thighs.

“I’ll bring it to change into for fantasy purposes.” The message blipped back quickly, the thought of Tyler explicitly feeding into his fantasies building an expectant anxiety in Mikey’s stomach. “Be there soon, what’s your apartment number?”

It felt like an eternity before a knock on his door pulled Mikey out of his anxious spiral. He realized he hadn’t moved from that spot since he sat down, the sound of heavy knocking pulling him out from the fantasies of his mind. It felt like he floated towards the door and as he opened it, a large, semi-formal dressed man stood before him. Tyler cleaned up nicely, his typical work boots swapped out for some well-loved square-toed boots. The sweaty work shirt he was wearing earlier now a more spacious button-up, still filled out by the hairy potbelly that was held back by both his undershirt and the baby blue gingham fabric. The khakis looked the same as from the picture, except now Mikey could see the attractive curvature of Tyler’s glutes wrapped in that pale manilla material.

“Good evening, your chariot awaits monsieur,” Tyler grinned and held out a hand, an unfamiliar silver watch wrapped around his wrist. Mikey placed his own hand into the large paw of his date and was gently pulled into a hug, the smell of Tyler’s own brand of scent filling his nose and mixing with his own. Mikey preferred simpler, cleaner smelling cologne while Tyler’s was a warmer, heavily intoxicating spicy mixture. Like the cross section between all spice and patchouli. Mikey’s arms wrapped around Tyler and squeezed him back, the convex of his belly fitting into the smaller man’s lithe frame like a puzzle. As Mikey loosened his grasp on the larger man, his smell stuck to him.

“I guess we had the same idea.” Mikey chuckled as he smelled his shirt.

“I hope I didn’t overdo it,” Tyler rubbed the back of his head, his usually messy hair combed and moussed into a more structured style.

“Of course not, you never smell this good at work,” Mikey smiled and stepped out of his apartment.

“Smelling me often at work then?” Tyler grinned and watched his date fiddle with the door’s lock.

“Often enough to know I like this smell better.” Mikey bounced his eyebrows and held out his hand, Tyler enclosing his around the smaller man’s.

“Shall we?”

The car ride together was pleasant enough, the tension of lunch nothing compared to the relaxed atmosphere they were experiencing now. Tyler wasn’t joking about the state of his vehicle, its interior much nicer and maintained compared to the dirty work truck. The space was also bigger with a longer seat, allowing Mikey to sit almost right next to Tyler. This time, Mikey rested his hand on the wide right thigh of his date while the driver laid his free arm behind Mikey’s head. Despite the situation being more intimate, it felt more comfortable; that anxious lump that had been building itself inside Mikey’s chest having long since melted since they’ve been together.  

Their time at dinner went well; Mikey ordered chicken alfredo while Tyler got himself a heartier lasagna. Near the end of the dinner date, their plates looked similar to lunch’s. Mikey was still picking at his pile of white-sauced noodles by the time Tyler had devoured nearly every last drop of sauce and chunk of pasta from his meal. One of the stories that Tyler told while Mikey continued to peck at his dinner told about his stint as a soccer player. After an accidental tackle nearly ended another scrawny player’s season, Tyler’s coach suggested he tried rugby and that was history. A couple of half-flexes of his wide arms proved that he maintained some of that muscle, albeit with the all-around softness that came with age.

After their dinner came to a close, Tyler and Mikey were once again alone together in the cab of the truck. Leftovers sat in a white Styrofoam box on the dashboard, their owner too busy consummating the dinner with his date. Tyler’s large hand rested over the steering wheel as he leaned over to meet his date’s lips with his own, Mikey enjoying the feeling of that bushy beard grazing against his own smooth face. That first kiss wasn’t enough for the larger man though, his hand spread over the back of Mikey’s head and rubbing it softly.

“May I have another?”

Mikey silently agreed with a smile and leaned in again, this time planting his kiss on Tyler’s bearded cheek. The facial hair did a good job of covering up the rosy complexion he had begun to sport; he figured blushing was more Mikey’s job.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you for taking me out.” Tyler cupped Mikey’s cheek with his hand, feeling him lean into his hand.

“No problem, thank you for saying yes,” Tyler chuckled, “I didn’t think you’d make it past lunch; you were awfully wound up.”

“Well… that wasn’t completely my fault. All that belly-business definitely wasn’t helping.” Mikey ran a hand down the side of Tyler’s belly, feeling the familiar warmth radiating from its soft form.

“Comfortable now though, right? Got you stealing rubs from right under my nose,” Tyler smiled and patted the side of his belly. “Now, we have a few options; I take you home and you sleep soundly in your bed tonight. I could also take you home and follow you inside, that way we both can wake up in your bed tomorrow. The last one involves me taking you home with me and we can fool around at mine.”

“Hm… the first is a dull way to end the day.”

“I agree, not to be biased but… unless your bed is bigger than a twin, we might have some trouble squeezing together into yours.”

“What makes you think I’ll let a man who bought me dinner stay over on the first date?” Mikey smirked.

“Hm… good point… Does the offering of unadulterated belly-time sweeten the deal?” Tyler no-so-subtly slipped his fingers between the gaps in his buttons, guiding Mikey’s eyes to that hairy honeypot.

“You run a hard bargain,” Mikey slipped his hand over Tyler’s and felt the warmth from the hand and nicely stuffed belly, “Does that include time inside or outside?”

“Oof, anything you’d want. I’m trying to stay over at yours, so I’m at your absolute command.”

“Really?” Mikey grinned, a plan blossoming in his head, “If that’s the case, I’ll let you spend the night in my bed under one condition.” Mikey’s crotch twitched with his slowly stoked horny zeal.

“And that is?” Tyler raised a brow as Mikey crawled up to whisper in his ear, the man’s eyes widening and his crotch soon hardening at the thought. “Deal.”  

Mikey sat on his couch, absent mindedly scrolling on his phone before Tyler, clad in his much-too-small button-up came waltzing out of his bathroom. He wore the white undershirt but it was considerably more visible with the unbuttoned shirt framing his belly, the dark hair that spread over Tyler’s abdomen visible through its sheer material.

“Er… yer plumbin’ is fixed,” Tyler blushed under his beard as his fake accent’s twang verged on 80s porno territory. Mikey had given him some black gym shorts to change into that hugged all his attractive assets, “Anythin’ else I can do for you sir?”

“Hm… that depends,” Mikey slinked off the couch and over to his roleplay partner, “any more clients expecting you?” He looked up and down Tyler’s outfit, resisting the urge to skip all the important foreplay of their little performance and tear off his clothes.  

“Don’t think so, you were a bit of a late case. Not many plumbers are willing to work at…” Tyler glanced at his watch, “9 pm.”

“I reeeally appreciate it too,” Mikey smiled and looked up into Tyler’s eyes, “Anything I can do to make up for that extra bit of dedication?” Almost on cue, Tyler’s stomach must’ve finally processed that lasagna and groaned for a midnight snack; seemed his stomach was in on the roleplay too.

“I can name one thing…” Tyler reached under his undershirt to scratch his belly, taking a moment to let Mikey’s eyes wander down before lifting it up to reveal the whole orb. Mikey smiled and stepped closer to Tyler, sliding both hands up the sides of his belly.

“Gonna make me climb in?” Mikey’s face flushed red as Tyler forced a yawn, giving the shorter man a nice view into that slickened gullet. As he wrapped his hands around Mikey’s hips and pulled him closer, another expectant growl rumbled from his stomach.

“That’d be great,” Tyler leaned down and dragged his tongue up Mikey’s chin, grazing across his face with its spongy surface. The sensation elicited a soft moan from Mikey as its slick tip pulled away from his cheek. This time, another yawn stretched wider right before Mikey’s face, continuing to tease where he’d soon be sliding down into. “Mm… I don’t think you’ll have time to climb in. Might get a little greedy and swallow you down faster than I can taste,” Tyler punctuated his sentence with a firm slap to the bottom of his belly. As the two continued to get closer, they could feel their excited bulges grazing against one another. Mikey knew where he’d be ending up by the night’s end, so he held no fear in sliding his hand down to get a nice grasp on Tyler’s warm crotch, the tip straining against the shorts and forcing the rest of its length down against his thigh.

“How about you start with my feet and I’ll start with this needy thing, hm?” Mikey rubbed down Tyler’s length and smiled, feeling the twitching mass respond to his touch.

“I got a better idea.”

Soon, the two were sprawled over the couch arranged in some erotic form of yoga. Tyler laid on his back and held Mikey’s waist like a burger, his bearded face pressed deep into those soft cheeks and sampling his meal’s more exotic areas. He could feel his meal’s own leaking shaft rubbing against his hairy chest, leaving a cool trail of pre-cum as it dragged around the surface with each lift of Mikey’s waist. The smaller man was occupied below that growling stomach by that large pipe that was finally released from those tight shorts. His eyes remained closed as he bobbed his neck up and down the pulsing member, lapping up each inch greedily and hoping to coax more of that delicious precum out.

Tyler knew that if he came first, Mikey would shove himself down his throat before he’d even have a chance to cum so he made it a goal to hold off as long as he could. To his benefit, Mikey would have to stop and catch his breath, often enough that Tyler could shove his tongue nice and deep enough to hopefully earn another moan from his roleplay partner. He had two biological clocks that he was racing against, the first that ruled Mikey’s orgasm and the other being his own hunger; all that rimming was preparing his stomach for a nice, large meal to follow.

“Mm-phmm…” Mikey moaned over Tyler’s length as that beard continued to rub between his cheeks, the manly texture and powerful tongue pushing him ever closer to finishing. That moan was the motivation that he needed from his meal, Tyler practically lifting him off his cock and shoving that juicy ass into his mouth. He must’ve lost the race to one the two, as that shove pushed Mikey deeper than he thought. Mikey moaned as he was folded in half and sucked hips-first into that hot cavernous throat. The pressure and heat from his own dripping rod combined with the warmth of the maw caused him to climax over his legs as they followed behind him. Tyler felt like he could choke but that didn’t matter, he’d been waiting to feel that overstuffed sensation for weeks. As Mikey’s ass actually made it into Tyler’s throat, gravity came in to assist and made the swallowing process easier.

Watching his world view go from his apartment to behind Tyler’s teeth, to the wet, hot confines of that hungry gullet, Mikey shot another load that hit himself in the face, wetting it more than Tyler’s cascading saliva had. To aid in funneling more of his date’s mass into his mouth, he opted to lift the legs until they straightened. This proved more effective than he thought as just one gulp dragged him down to the calf, his stomach beginning to feel the pressure from his esophagus’s huge load.

“Oh fuck… almost there…” Mikey moaned, his body recovering from the two quick orgasms and edging onto it’s exhaustive third as he felt Tyler’s hot mouth edge closer to the end of his ankle. The pressure in his chest felt like the most erotic form of a heart attack, the slow descend allowing him to experience the sensations he missed the first time his date slid down into his gut. He wasn’t sure how to feel yet but knowing how much it was turning Mikey on, it was already worth it. As Tyler brought a hand to his neck to feel the bulge, he realized his button-up had been blow wide open around his throat and the fabric was laying against the sides of his expectant stomach. One last gulp brought those clenching toes across his tongue and sealed his meal inside his body, the sensation much more satisfying the first time.

“Oouughhh…” Tyler, still in character, held the sides of his stomach as he watched Mikey’s entire body slide in and stretch out the already noticeable width into a hairy, growling, yoga ball. His still-slickened rod stood erect against the sagging underside of his belly, the subtle movements from within keeping it twitching. “Best tip ever… Gonna have to tell the boys about you,” Tyler smiled and held the sides of his belly, feeling Mikey push against his hands as he moved them around the outside. “Hope you don’t mind if I make a bit of mess in yer livin’ room…” Mikey smiled as he felt Tyler grip his own shaft and start stroking himself to completion, the rhythmic vibrations shaking his stretchy prison.

“Don’t worry handsome, we’ll worry about all that in the morning. Just enjoy me as much as you want and I’ll be doing the same,” Mikey laid his head against the side of that ribbed stomach, feeling Tyler’s large hand rub against the bulge he made. Soon, Tyler shot his own couple of ropes across the floor of Mikey’s apartment with only one stream of the hot load making it onto his massive belly. Once the two caught their breath from the intense session, Tyler began to stroke his stomach lovingly.

“That was fantastic… God I wish you could see how big you made me.” Tyler smiled and stroked his belly. At that moment, Tyler remembered his home security system and the camera atop his fridge that pointed towards the living room.

“Actually… I think if I remember to save the feed from tonight, we might have made quite the kinky sex tape….”

“Oh god, I hope my debut as a hungry plumber bodes well against the critics,” Tyler chuckled.

“Well, I imagine they’d be kind. Kinda dumb to piss off someone who can eat you for lunch.”

“Damn straight.” Tyler flexed his arms before dipping his hands beneath his gut, lifting it as he attempted to stand up off the couch. “Now… bedtime handsome,” Tyler lumbered towards Mikey’s bedroom, the weight of his stomach manageable but still extremely novel. The two would argue who fell asleep first the morning after, since all the camera could pick up was Tyler’s audible snoring. It seemed four inches of belly fat insulated from sound well.

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"What? He's coming to work with me, now. I don't have time to go back and forth on this. It's done."

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"Sir, wait. You can't do that!"

"Heh, I just did."

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[malebellyvore987]

Thanks to a donation I got a big panda meal tonight! Sent the full video to the donator ofc but I clipped apart of the soda chug for yall 🫡

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Bad Dad

damn, sorry son, ate your mates…again.

[malebellyvore987]

After going over budget on my home renovations, I somehow had to tell the intimidatingly tall and bulky man in charge that I couldn’t pay him for his past week of work. He grumbled in frustration when I told him, scratching his head as he thought about how to deal with the situation. The silence was eventually broken by a low rumble coming from his large belly, followed by an unusually friendly smile.

“It’s alright pal, I think we can work something out. Here’s the deal: you sit in my stomach for a few hours, and I’ll consider everything paid.” It was an unexpected offer, but I didn’t really feel like I had the choice. As soon as I said yes, the man gave me no time to change my mind, aggressively grabbing the collar of my shirt and tearing it off me before clasping his rough hands around my waist. I nearly thought this was about to turn into a sexual favour of some kind before he opened his mouth, wide enough to fit my head inside and seal away with a powerful gulp.

I could feel my skin getting soaked in drool while he worked my body deeper down his throat. I instinctively squirmed at the sensation of his tongue delving into every crevice of my body; I suppose he thought getting to savour my taste was part of the deal. Wanting to enjoy more of the raw flavour I had to offer, he removed all the clothing from my lower half and began to suck the rest of my naked body into his mouth. I was annoyed at first, but the way his tongue slithered along my shaft and cradled my balls felt embarrassingly good. Maybe I wouldn’t mind this after all…

A few more gulps brought my legs and feet down his gullet, making me curl up into a ball deep within his stomach. Even though his gut groaned and rumbled pretty loudly, I figured I should still be able to hear the noise of power tools buzzing through the thick layers of fat surrounding me. But the outside world seemed almost silent, and after ten minutes or so I could feel his stomach start to squeeze me tighter. When I asked why he hadn’t continued to work after swallowing me, I got a raunchy belch in response, followed by a chuckle as he slapped his bulging belly.

“It’s not like you’ll be enjoying this house anymore. I guess you didn’t realise a few hours in my gut would be turning you into mush, huh? See, I figured the least you could offer me for working so hard would be a decent lunch, and you sure were a nice big piece of meat…”

With the knowledge that he intended to treat me like no more than food, I began to struggle furiously within his gut. But my movements became more restricted as the fleshy walls closed in over time, slowly smothering me while his stomach grew warmer and wetter, preparing to deal with its contents. The man’s utility belt clattered to the ground as he dropped his shorts, taking hold of his own personal power tool to get even more pleasure out of his meal.

When I finally gave up my fight to survive and accepted my upcoming digestion, he shot thick ropes of cum across the wall in front of him, giving it a fresh white coat as his final contribution to the house.

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Dave's husband heard a loud guttural belch erupt from the living room and saw him standing there with a huge squirming belly. He slowly approached him, placing a hand on his belly. "Y-you did this for us, babe? Is he really in there? Wow! I can't believe you vored him. Should I take his stocking off the mantle or do you want to do the honors?"

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A few hours into Jared’s house party, everyone was drunk enough to turn their filters off and just have a great time chatting. The big, handsome guy himself was sat directly across from me, a view I very much enjoyed as I kept glancing at his partially exposed belly peeking out from underneath his tight shirt. At some point he scratched his bloated beer gut and ended up revealing even more of his hairy padding, which was obviously on purpose given that he winked at me when we briefly made eye contact.

I took that as a sign that Jared liked the attention, so I decided to wait around until everyone else went home to see if he wanted some more private appreciation. Just as I’d hoped, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss seconds after we were left alone, filling my mouth with his thick tongue and the taste of beer. He told me to get comfortable before we sat on his sofa together, both in just our underwear while I worshipped his fat, furry body.

“Obsessed with my gut, ain’t you? Well I think you should get inside, and let my body turn you into more belly fat, make me grow even bigger. Don’t you just love the sound of that?”

Jared leaned close and gave my face a huge lick, leaving his mouth wide open for me to stare down afterwards. He pointed a finger down the dark, slimy passage leading to his stomach, gesturing as though he wanted me to make the decision to enter it myself. My drunk mind had found his proposal incredibly appealing, so I offered up my hands and slipped my arms all the way down his throat, which he did his best to keep relaxed and to my entry.

I felt Jared’s hands rest on my hips to help guide me as I continued to climb into his mouth, enjoying the sensation of my skin sliding over his moist tongue. Once my chest was wrapped up by his throat, the muscles tightened as he began to take over, slowly swallowing me deeper into the gurgling depths of his body. He made the process even more sensual by squeezing my ass and running his hands along my thighs as they disappeared behind his lips.

Although being packed into Jared’s stomach grew more uncomfortable, I was distracted by the feeling of his throat pulsating against my cock, which throbbed harder with each gulp he took. By the time he’d swallowed my feet and fully consumed me, I’d already blown my load and been left in a delirious, blissful state. I sat quietly while the soft, fleshy walls of his stomach squeezed me tighter, slowly smothering me to sleep as my body was melted down and absorbed into his own.

[malebellyvore987]

Urrrrrpppp

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*grabs phone and starts recording video* "There you go. Here's your proof of service. *URPPP* Belly is full, squirming, and he has no where to go."

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Little update 🫃🏻 I think I’m getting bigger

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My boyfriend started off as a fat, hairy slacker with no love for fitness. But a few months ago he decided to kick his health into gear, and start his transformation into a proper muscle-bear. He’s made a lot of progress already, shown by how thick and solid his arms and chest have become.

He recently suggested I could help him turn his exercise routine up a notch, but the method was a little questionable. He thought that swallowing me and adding my weight to his body would make his training more intense, and help him build muscle even faster. It took some convincing, but I eventually agreed to give his idea a try.

He carefully took my hands and inserted them into his mouth, using his tongue to lube up my arms with saliva as he sucked them down his throat. He intended to make my slippery slide through his gullet as gentle as possible, trying not to swallow too hard as he guided my body into his warm, slimy stomach. However, all that effort went to waste once I was securely inside him.

The experience of being trapped in a tight, sweltering cavern of flesh for a couple of hours was much rougher than I anticipated. I was continuously crushed by his stomach whenever it flexed along with the rest of his muscles as he performed lifts and squats. In addition, I was shaken around in his warm, sticky stomach juices while he carried out his cardio routine.

As awful as it seemed, I decided to tolerate this treatment and regularly helped my partner whenever he wanted to push himself further. After all, the stronger he got, the easier it became to throw me around the bedroom!

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Ben was a mutual friend of my partner, who I only ever met when all three of us decided to do something together. He’s the type I assumed would never want to spend time alone with me based on how different we were; a masculine, extroverted hunk wouldn’t want to be seen with my shy, scrawny self.

When my partner went away on a work trip, I plucked up the courage to ask Ben if he wanted to hang out. To my surprise, he invited me over immediately, and seemed quite eager for us to spend some time alone. It was even more evident how comfortable he was when he answered the door, shamelessly shirtless with his rippling muscles and bloated abs on show.

After Ben led me inside, he insisted I get more comfortable by stripping off myself. I was a little nervous, but I’d have done anything he told me if it meant a chance to spend some time with him. I took off everything besides my boxers and threw them aside, but before I could sit down and relax, he ran over and grabbed hold of my waist all of a sudden. He shot me a cheeky smirk before opening his mouth and releasing a raunchy belch right in my face, which was only the beginning of what he had planned for me.

Ben’s mouth remained wide open and dripping with saliva as he brought it even closer, slowly engulfing my head before gulping it down his throat. I discovered that his internal muscles were just as powerful as the ones I could see from outside his body, forcing me through his gullet and into his hot, gurgling tank. His tongue explored my body thoroughly while he swallowed me, and when the moment came to finish me off, he grinned and tickled my toes as they slipped past his lips.

I could hear Ben laughing as he watched his full gut barely squirming, his abs holding me so tightly that I didn’t have enough room to put up any fight. He couldn’t help but tease me while his stomach dealt with me like it would with any other meal.

“You’re such a moron, you really thought I wanted to hang with a loser like you? Nah, I just wanted a chance to finally eat you without your boyfriend finding out what happened to you!”

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A hungry adventurer finds himself getting more than his fair share of food after a group of feeders find him 👀

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Jesus! how come his gut is so round ?? woof!!!

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