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Brother Bash (Smut)

Sam wouldn’t shut up. For the entirety of the past hour, he was non-stop talking. Dean was about five seconds away from reaching over the Impala’s seat to smack him.

“Dean, the lore doesn’t add up here. There’s no banshees in the midwest-” 

“Sam, do you ever stop talking?” Dean snapped. His grip on the wheel tightened. “I mean seriously, you got an off switch, right? Or do I need to smack some sense into you for you to shut up?”  

Sam rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed, “Dean, I’m just trying to help.” 

“Yeah, well quit it. You’re annoying and I’m sick of your voice,” Dean replied. He couldn't help but admire the way Sam's body filled out his shirt, the way his muscles rippled under his skin. 

Sam, still salty about Dean’s insults, couldn’t help but have a small pout, clearly exasperated about what Dean said. 

Dean smirked, “What’s wrong Sammy? Don’t tell me I hurt your pretty little feelings.”

Sam huffed, “You know what Dean? Pull over.”  

Dean raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and curiosity on his face. “Oh, this ought to be good. What are you going to do? Gonna cry some pretty tears?

“No,” Sam shot back, his tone sharp. “We’re settling this right now.”

Dean’s grin widened. “Oh, you wanna throw down? Fine by me, Sammy.” 

The moment Dean said that, the 2 brothers began to throw down. They struggled briefly for a moment before ending up outside the Impala. They wrestled around for a bit longer. 

“Gonna teach you to shut up once and for all," Dean growled, his face inches from Sam's. Then, with a sudden, vicious movement, Dean's mouth opened wide and he clamped down on Sam's head, and his throat started to bulge as his much larger brother was shoved in. It was wet and suffocating, Sam was humiliated as his older brother swallowed him up to his arms. Dean groaned as he felt the weight of his brother shift in his mouth. 

Sam started to cry. He’d never been so humiliated in his life. Tears dwelled down his face as Dean grunted with another swallow. Now half of Sam’s body was inside Dean’s stomach. Sam’s mind raced with fear as he was pulled even deeper down Dean’s throat. He couldn’t believe it, the brother he loved and trusted was now borderline cannibalizing him. Sam whimpered, his voice muffled and distorted by the layers of flesh surrounding him. 

With a final gulp, Dean’s stomach bulged obscenely as Sam’s entire body disappeared inside. The hunter let out a deep moan, one hand rubbing his now-massive belly as Sam settled inside.

“That’s it, Sammy, you’re all mine. You little brat,” Dean purred. “Don’t worry, little bro. I’ll take good care of you.” Dean stated as he slowly unzipped his jeans, freeing his hardening cock. 

As Dean began to stroke himself, his other hand rubbing his stomach, Sam could only moan helplessly inside as he was squished by Dean’s internal stomach muscles. Dean’s hand slid lower, fingers pressed against his tight hole as he spoke, “All mine, Sammy. All mine.” He moaned as he slid a finger inside, it reached far enough into Sam’s asshole. 

Sam bit his lip, attempting to stifle a moan. He couldn’t believe the sensation he was feeling. He was getting violated by his brother while inside his stomach.

“Fuck you’re mine, my prey, my fucktoy, my meal.” Dean moaned out.

Sam could only groan as Dean continued to violate his hole. His cock was rock hard and threatening to release. 

Dean continued stroking himself as he fingered himself and Sam. Dean’s thrusts became more rough and feral as both brothers began to reach their climax. Sam’s orgasm hit him like a bullet train, he spilled himself all over the insides of Dean’s gut.  As Dean pulled his finger out, his own orgasm hit him harder than Sam’s. Dean had to sit down for a moment, he was bewildered. Dean attempted to zip up his jeans but with his belly in the way, it was futile. He patted his distended belly before speaking, “Good boy Sammy. You took your punishment well. I love you, little bro. And maybe if you keep behaving, I’ll even let you breathe again.” 

Dean walked back to the Impala, his big squirming belly making it difficult to even get in. Once he sat down in the driver’s seat, Sam continued to squirm, causing Dean to let out a massive, wet belch, the sound echoing throughout the Impala.

“Mhmm, that’s better, Sammy boy,” Dean sighed, rubbing his belly contentedly. He knows his hunger is only temporarily satisfied.

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Big Brother's Indulgence

Martin had been warned so many times about the noise. Once was an honest mistake, two was recklessness, and three was just a blatant disregard. Kyle had to lay down the law. He pardons himself from the game chat that he was on and makes his way towards Martin's room. Martin had a friend over, Sam, the two of them together were a nightmare. However, both of them together would be delicious.

Kyle opens up the door and interrupts both of the noisemakers. Right before he was about to grab them, he could see cans of Coke all over the floor. So not only had Martin failed to entertain his guests at unreasonable noise levels, but he went right into Kyle's secret stash of sodas. Now this was more than just punishment, this was earned gluttony.

Kyle's belly growled out in anticipation and Martin immediately realized that he had fucked up. He had watched Kyle swallow up a couple of religious solicitors once. Martin was fully aware of what his brother could do and began to plead for his mercy. Sam foolishly believed that this was a punishment was relegated family members to try to make a subtle exit. Kyle grabs him by the shoulders and opens his mouth possibly wide. Sam screams but it is immediately cut off by the muscled walls of Kyle's throat. To make sure that Martin doesn't try a similar stunt, Kyle seizes Martin by the shirt. He gets a front-row ticket to his brother's gluttony.

Kyle shoves Sam into his mouth. The saliva slicks up the shoulders and helps them slide past that pink tongue. Afterward, the lean chest and abs follow quickly. Martin's room is filled with Kyle's gluttony and satisfied moans. His stomach greedily awaited the arrival of Sam. It gets its first bit of food when Sam's head pops past that tight stomach ring. It was an uninviting and hostile place, Kyle's belly. Inside was digesting Pizza and leftovers, and he was pretty sure that there was a Best Buy t-shirt. All that remains of the unhelpful worker that Kyle had snapped up.

Martin watched as Sam's legs uselessly outside of his brother's maw. His thighs are slowly reduced down to the calves. Kyle removes the sneakers from Martin's feet. He leaves the socks though, it was always a bit of a kink of his. Then Martin watches as Sam goes from best friend to brother food with a single gulp. The bulge passes down into Kyle's throat and then expands inside of his belly. Martin can hear Sam's cries from inside. He watches Kyle rub over that belly and Martin trapped within. Martin knows that it was fucked up way to think, but he silently hopes that Sam was enough for Kyle's hunger.

For a moment, Kyle just pushes his brother's face up against his expanding dome. Martin could feel every twitch that Sam made and realized that if he ever wanted to see Sam again, he'd have to ask Kyle to lift his shirt. Kyle didn't usually let his meals go and this wasn't the first time that he had snacked on Martin's friends. Billy, Josh, and Steve had all made their way down Kyle's throat.

Then a rumbling vibrates Kyle's belly and Martin knows exactly what was about to happen. With a loud burp, the nastiest-smelling air is expelled. It was wet too, bits of spittle landing on Martin's face. All of it, unfortunately, smelled like Sam. The dome slightly shrinks to reveal Martin continuing to struggle. The fight inside the belly becomes clear for a moment. Then the belly expands again leaving the prey obscured.

Kyle's eyes then drift down to Martin, his little brother. For a moment there is an exchange, no words. Could Kyle eat his brother? His own flesh and blood? Was that a line that he could cross? Martin hoped that there was some limit to Kyle's gluttony. Maybe eating one of his friends was enough and Kyle would let him go? Perhaps, there was a chance. Kyle lifted him so that Martin was close enough to smell Kyle's Sam-scented breath. The pool of saliva building up at the back of his mouth was intimidating. Still, Kyle wouldn't actually do it right, right?

Martin's hopes get dashed as Kyle licks his lips. Martin doesn't remember what Kyle says after that. Something about how the second course is always sweeter or something along that line. What Martin does remember is Kyle opening up his mouth and his world turning to darkness…

Kyle could feel the weight of his gaming chair creek. Other chairs he had owned would have broken by now, but this one had been properly reinforced. If Kyle was going to eat like a pig, then he should have a chair that fits him like one. Martin and Sam had saved him only one Coke. So who is the real pig here? It was still Kyle, now with Martin and Sam trapped inside of his belly.

The struggle had calmed down a while ago, both boys accepting their fate as food for Kyle. Kyle savors their taste with a refreshing Coke as he texts the game chat that he will be a moment. He was going to order some more food for himself and in a way, Martin and Sam. Of course, if they ate the food that already came down, it was their business. Kyle had already gotten his.

So while Kyle waited for the food delivery, his hands roamed over that mighty gut. His little brother was trapped inside, wondering if he would see the sun again. Kyle wasn't sure if his little brother would be let out. Sam would be a permanent resident, much like his other little friends. Kyle thought about the questions his dad might ask. It was enough to make him reconsider or… Kyle could just show his dad where Martin had gone. The thought of that makes him chuckle as he rubs his fat gut. As he daydreams about the scenario, Martin plays with his belly button.

The doorbell cuts him out of his delusions. He stands with his hefty belly and stretches realizing that the food was here. Right before he was about to head to the door, his belly growled.

The question is this: Did Kyle want thirds?

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New Commitments

You had finally met the guy of your dreams, Dylan. A smart, funny, and sweet man that treated you like the prince you deserved. Someone who would defend you and love you for all of your faults. Dylan was also a big proponent of building relationships with his significant other's family. Especially considering the two of you are engaged now. The ring on Dylan's finger a solemn promise to be by your side forever. Something you opposed vehemently because of a certain black sheep. However there is no talking him out of it, you take Dylan home to meet your family.

Unfortunately for you and eventually dylan, the only one home that day is your lazy lay about older brother, Kevin. Forever the favorite and forever a bastard that doesn't respect your wishes or your respect. Dylan did his best to try to win Kevin over. However for his efforts, Dylan caught a burp to the face. When you saw that a sock had to come up you realize the danger that Dylan was in. Kevin said that the sock was from his earlier lunch and now he was looking for dinner.

You knew that you had to get Dylan out of there and quickly. The car keys are in the kitchen. Despite your subtle warnings, Dylan does not take the hint. You quickly make it towards the kitchen and grab the car keys. Your quickness unfortunately does you little, because when you return it's already too late. You watch speechlessly as your slob of an older brother begins to swallow down the love of your life. Dylan is thrashing the entire way down, but Kevin's predator experience is unmatched. The moment you left Dylan alone, the moment he became food for Kevin. It would be foolish to try to pull him out, your fate would only be to join your lover inside your brother's belly. Something you are seriously considering now.

With another swallow, you watch Kevin lazily slurp down Dylan's legs. Kevin's belly expands with the love of your life curled inside. Despite the lack of enthusiasm on Kevin's face, the twitch at the corner of his mouth tells you that he was enjoying this. There's something so satisfying about denying you any kind of satisfaction in your life and turning it into a satisfaction in his. With one more lazy gulp, you watch Kevin's tongue wrap around Dylan's feet. It sinks to the back of his throat and then behind his chest. Kevin's belly sags and bounces, the last of your boyfriend, your love, is nothing more than a fat bulge on your brother.

Kevin licks his lips then drops to the couch and grabs the remote. Despite the thrashing in his belly he's already bored. A couple slaps to his round tum tries to calm down poor Dylan. Dylan's struggling only gets worse as Kevin lounges on the couch. Kevin seemingly annoyed with Dylan's desire to be anything but belly fat prompts a burp. Soon a powerful burp escapes Kevin's lips. Not only is it earth shattering, but it smells horribly. The smell assaulting your nose is but a preview of what poor Dylan is going through.

If the humiliation of losing the love of your life was not enough, Kevin goes a step further. From his burp a shiny metal object had landed at the top of his Dylan filled belly. It was your engagement ring. Kevin chuckles at the saliva covered promise. Figuring that you wouldn't need it now, he drops it into the depth of his belly button for safekeeping. Dylan had new engagements anyhow, he was promised to Kevin's gut. At least you'd be able to see him, whenever Kevin's belly slips out of his tank top.

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Birthday Stuffing

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Consider this: A twink preyboy gets pregnant, and suddenly a switch is flipped. He becomes a voracious eating machine, devouring his prey friends + preds who once sized him up; all to satisfy his pregnancy cravings~

Oh what a tantalizing idea >:3

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"You're doing me such a good service," the boy said, nearly moaning as he leaned back into the couch cushion, "putting all your nutrients to good use, to grow my brood."

His belly rippled beneath his hands, alive with the squirms of his then-pred, now-prey. They kicked and writhed, but the young male only patted his stomach, letting digestion take its course. "Careful; don't wake the babies," He warned, "they like helping daddy's meals churn up faster."

He groaned again, noticing the flurry of kicks in his lower abdomen, where he was swell with child, and growing larger by the day. They wracked his systems as they grew larger, making him more voracious than ever, enough to want to hork down anything in sight. Even his best friends.

Two more sat across from him, on the rug, their wrists and ankles bound behind them. They looked on in horror, as their friend and co-worker, a known pred, had slipped through the lips and into the stomach of their pregnant, and very much prey, friend.

At least, once prey. Now a pred, himself.

"Don't get too jealous," he said, noticing their stares, "you won't be waiting long. I've been craving all kinds of snacks. Who knows..."

His stomach gave an ominous growl, as their friend's fate was sealed away inside,

"Maybe I wanna eat you for dessert..."

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Daddy daycare - by Pandottermon

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Curiosity Killed The Cat (CW: Father & Son, Fatal Vore)

Gabe has always looked up to his dad, Tim. Tim does masonry as a job, so he starts work early with the usual dad bod... but comes home with his belly noticeably bigger. It happens like clock work, he comes home with his big belly does a large belch and then plops in his recliner and watches his show and then dozes off to sleep there until his alarm goes off then wakes up and heads off to work. It's like that every day... until Tim had his day off.

Gabe woke up in his red and black boxers like usual and walks into the living room. Surprisingly to him his dad was there because he forgot Tim was off work but he looked off... like his stomache was hurting.

"O-Oh! Good morning! Did you sleep well?" Tim said with a off voice.

"Yea I slept ok... but last night I woke up to a loud noise last night like almost like a large belch." Gabe said grogingly, still half awake, not realizing his dad was rubbing his hairy stomach and licking his lips.

"How about you come and sit by me on the couch and we watch a movie or something?" Tim said with a chilling gaze and contempt in his eyes.

"S-sure!" Gabe answered, not noticing his father's odd behavior.

As Gabe walked over and sat down, Tim turned on a random movie while continuing to rub his rumbling gut.

"A-are you o-ok dad" Gabe said curiously and concerningly.

"Yea I'm fi-" Tim was cut off to Gabe beginning to rub his stomache, catching him off guard.

"WWHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Tim said while pulling off his son hand from is stomache.

"I-i was you rubbing your stomache so I thought you had a stomache ache so I thought I should help!" Gabe said in a innocent voice not noticing the fatal choice he made.

While still holding on to his sons arm, Tim said "i know the exact way you can help me..."

Before Gabe comprehend what his dad said, Tim opened his wet & moist maw releasing his hot breath stunning Gabe as Tim shoved his head into his mouth.

Tim then took a large gulp, sending Gabe deeper down his own dad's throat

Gabe began to flail and struggle, even turning his body to where is stomache was facing the ceiling.

Time took another gulp, locking his sons arms in place as he continues to slide down his father's hot and wet throat, engulfing his twink chest.

Tim continued to devour his son, tasting every part of his supple body until he got to his waist when he grabbed his sons legs.

Tim pushed as hard as he could sending Gabe down straight into his stomache making Tim moan loudly and his cocks rips out of his jeans and orgasming out ropes of cum over and over while all that's left hanging out of his mouth are his sons soft feet.

Tim then tilted his head back and let gravity do the rest fully sealing his son into his soft hot and moist stomache. Tim stared at his stomache in awe as he look at the size of his mid section

"This is what you get for trying to help your pops with his tummy ache" Tim says as he slaps his gut, making Gabe thrash around crazily try to get out

"You know as they say Son, Curiosity Killed The Cat" Tim said as he let out a wall shaking belch as the moments in his stomache completely stopped.

Tim then made another belch as his own sons black and red boxers land on his stomache. Tim then chuckles and slaps his gut again and begins to doze off to finish digesting his son turned dad food before he has to go to work again.

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Today my son andrew, he pass from police academy. i come to his graduation this morning. when we are home, he said to me that he can escape from anything, he want me to do some experiment.

i tied him very tight and close his head then he said more tight. yeahhh, he is 20 years old and i think my belly is ready for him. then i tell him i will send him into the cage, he’s very happy. then i swallow his head slowly till his neck then his body whole with his feet . “gullkkkppppp”. yeahhhh he’s mine now. “burrapppppp”. he moving like crazy in my belly. yeahh his big enough, i love u andrew . muachh..

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*buuurrrrrbbbbll...gulllooorrrppuurbblrr...bluurp*

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

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

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