#bellyshake

[xavierknightsbridge]

A Demigod’s appetites

Leandros belched as the handsome goatherder swelling out his distended bare stomach finally stopped squirming. Leandros gave his newly still swollen vore belly, that had burst open his armor and now hung, wobbling beneath the straps of his chest plate. The bellybutton was a great crevice in the stretched, smooth tanned skin of his mighty stomach, into which sweat now pooled, running down the great slope of his voracious gut. The greek hero gave his bared belly a proud pat, and let out a bellyshaking belch, causing his meal’s loincloth to be expelled from inside Leandros. Leandros grinned and wiped his mouth and sweatsoaked belly with his latest meal’s clothing. 

The young man had put up a fight after they’d made love, seemingly not recognising the great honor Leandros was doing him by putting him inside his godly gut - and continued to struggle afterwards which delighted Leandros’ belly, and Leandros had watched aroused, big cock rubbing against the undercurve of his great gut as the lad had squirmed and wriggled inside him, producing obvious bulges beneath the stretched skin of his massively swollen smooth vore belly. 

But all good things came to an end, and so Leandros set off, post-vore belly now gurgling with digestion as he consumed the meat, the food he’d turned the goatherd into. It was the proper place of handsome, lesser men, Leandros knew, stroking his groaning sated gut, to be food for his divine stomach, to feed his big pecs and swell his smooth, hero’s belly out to its proper size - full of delicious living meat. 

That evening he would reach the goatherder’s hut and plonk his postvore gut of their friend on the feasting table, to arouse and amaze the other goatherds - he’d let them fuck their former friend, and spill their seed to coat his big pot belly of post vore gut, offering their own libations to his godly gut. And then, one by one, he’d feed them to his belly, trapping the others under his massive distended belly until he’d digested their friend and had room for the next. Had the first goatherd gone quietly, Leandros would have passed by - but his struggles had disrespected the God of Belly, Leandros’ divine father, and so all of the goatherds here would have to be sacrificed to Leandros’ growing belly. The hero sighed, gave his round post-vore belly an admonishing pat, and set off to the goatherders hut, belly swaying and swinging before him. It was difficult work being a hero and a demigod, Leandros thought, stroking his groaning big belly - but he smiled, it definitely had its perks.

[varossin-blog]

Monday feelings ...

[ultra-black-dynamite]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B7im8Y0bLs)