#blueyvore

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Since he's in your faves, could we possibly have bandit eating his brothers 👀? with slow digestion and disposal too if possible? - 🐦 anon

That sounds like a good story for him. Great intro for him as a subject on this blog!

B.andit slurps over his lips in anticipation as he drives down the road. It’s just him and his brothers today, going out on a trip to the beach. Just some friendly brotherly bonding. Heh, well, in more than one way—the thought makes B.andit snicker a bit to himself. He quickly clears his throat when he notices R.adley glance at him through the rearview mirror. “Almost there, mates! This is gonna be a good one, I can just feel it!”

“Just so long as I get to man the barbie!” S.tripe says, a big grin on his face. B.andit's belly is gurgling wetly in anticipation. There's no food actually in the cooler, but he still intended to eat very well today.

“Still can’t believe ya found a ‘secret spot’ on the beach,’ R.adley comments. “It’ll be nice not having to fight the crowds the whole time.”

“Heh, yeah...” B.andit’s already starting to tune them out a bit. All he can think about is how good today is going to go. Every second that goes by is just another one closer to that goal. And pretty soon...he’s parking the car on the sand's edge.

The H.eelers get out of the car, all of them excited about finally arriving. The old wooden fence blocking off the beach spot has broken enough that there’s a large gap that looks like an entrance, and the ‘No Trespassing’ sign is hidden in the brush. B.andit had scouted this place out personally and he was sure that it was perfect.

“Rad, you mind settin’ up the chairs?” B.andit asks. “I’ll help S.tripe here get the grill goin’.”

R.adley smiles and nods. “You got it, mate.” He goes to get the trunk open first, doing a juggling act with three beach chairs as he drags them along to the beach. B.andit watches him go, his tail starting to wag. That just leaves him and S.tripe at the car, and the latter is getting the cooler open.

“B.andit, mate, where’s the food?” S.tripe asks as he shuffles around in the cooler. “Ya didn’t pack just beer, didja?”

B.andit slurps over his lips and his belly rumbles. “Nah, I’m lookin’ at the food right now.”

S.tripe turns around, about to ask what that means, when B.andit suddenly shoves forward and pins him in the back of the car. It gets a yelp out of the younger H.eeler, who squirms slightly in confusion. “Mate, what’re ya--” S.tripe’s question is cut off by B.andit’s yawns jaws surging forward, engulfing his face and squishing his muzzle into the other dog’s gullet.

B.andit’s tail is a blur as he tastes over his brother and starts to gulp. He’s as delicious as he seemed and it’s got B.andit excited to pack it all away. S.tripe’s shouting is easily muffled by his gullet, and even more so as the younger H.eeler starts sinking deeper. B.andit’s jaws easily push down the other dog’s shoulders and chest, then over his soft belly. B.andit’s own gut is groaning loudly, sensing lots of food about to come spilling in.

The beach was a great idea for this. With only his trunks on, B.andit gets to taste all the best parts of his meal. He shoves on his brother’s ass, cramming it into his maw with another wet gulp. Then he starts slurping those kicking legs down. His stomach groans and gurgles, bloating out steadily as S.tripe is crammed inside. He’s still shouting in there, calling for R.adley. B.andit just chuckles around the twitching feet before clacking his maw shut. One final gulp and he can feel the rest of his brother slide down into his tank.

“Hooooh yeah...” B.andit huffs out a sated sigh as he rubs along his bulging gut. “You settled in real good, mate. Thanks for handling the food.” He pats the side a few times, getting a muffled whine and some kicks from S.tripe. B.andit just snickers to himself as he hefts his gut up and lets it drop, enjoying the way it sloshes as it thumps to the floor of the car. “Too bad ya just aren’t fillin’ enough. Good thing I brought extra...” He slurps over his lips with another chuckle, side-eyeing his older brother.

R.adley is grumbling to himself, currently struggling with a very stubborn chair. B.andit’s real glad he never got around to throwing that one out. With another slurp of his chops and a few pats to the bulge S.tripe’s face was making, B.andit backs away from the car trunk and lets his gut sag down with a thick slosh. S.tripe yelps inside, wiggling around, and B.andit hefts his gut up in his paws and begins to waddle over to the eldest H.eeler.

“Agh...B.andit, the heck is wrong with this chair?” R.adley grumbles as he pulls on it. “And what’s...all that sloshin’? Don’t tell me the ice’s already melt--” R.adley gives up on the chair and turns around to face B.andit, just to get a bulging gut shoved up against him as he stares down wide, drooling jaws. He barely gets a chance to scream before they’re both tumbling down into the sand and rolling around.

R.adley shouts once for help, and then his voice is muffled and wet, sloppy slurps begin to echo out instead. B.andit groans happily around his older brother as he greedily devours him, tail wagging like crazy all the while. R.adley goes down about as easily as S.tripe did, his head and chest disappearing in just a few gulps, then his stomach after a few more…

B.andit soon rolls onto his back, his stomach sloshing around wildly as it does. He has a blissful look on his face, jaws stretched around R.adley’s rump as he drools. His older brother's legs are kicking around outside his maw, but he just puts his paws on the kicking feet and slowly pushes down on them. He can’t help the pleased moan he lets out as he enjoys the last bits of his meal. Finally, his maw seals around his own fingers, and he gulps R.adley’s feet down as he pulls them back out. “Ooooh yeeeeah…”

S.tripe whines as the last of R.adley finishes squishing into the dark and slimy gut with him. The space has already been tight, but now the two adult dogs are being roughly crammed together into a ball of meat. R.adley is curled up awkwardly, face half smothered in S.tripe’s stomach, and S.tripe has to move his head around to keep it away from R.adley’s ass or kicking legs. Things only get more uncomfortable for them when the gut begins to slosh and move again.

With a whole lot of effort, B.andit picks himself up and gets onto his feet again. His gut sloshes wetly when he does and hangs down low, sagging down to nearly touch the sand. He pants a bit from both the blissful fullness and the effort he had to exert. That’s interrupted by a deep, wet BWWWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLCH!!!! that ends up bubbling out of him. It mixes the flavor of both his brothers in his maw, and he slurps over his lips with a pleased groan.

“Alright, lads, I’d say the H.eeler brother beach vacation is about ready to begin!” B.andit says. His brothers let out muffled groans and whines, weakly trying to wiggle around in the tight confines. B.andit pats his gut a few times and then givesit some quick rubs. “Since you guys are all settled in and relaxed now, I think it’s about time I did the same!” Thankfully, it looks like R.adley got the lounge chair set up before getting distracted with the broken one. B.andit just had to waddle his way over to it…

S.tripe whines as the belly begins to slosh more, making him slide back and forth slightly. Since his brother got crammed in on top of him, he’s in constant danger of slipping down too far and being smothered under him. And the space is too slick for him to try and fight that, and too tight for them to attempt rearranging their positions. “B.andit, this is too much for a laugh! When are ya gonna let us out?”

B.andit’s ears twitch slightly at the muffled voice of S.tripe. He reaches around to find where the younger’s head is and gives it a few rubs. “End of the day, of course. First I just gotta…” Very slowly and very carefully, B.andit lowers himself down into the lounge chair. He can already feel it groan and strain under the weight of three adult men, but so long as he doesn’t make any sudden or hard movements, it should hold! With some wiggling and shifting and occasional pushing on his belly, B.andit is able to fully lie back in the chair, arms folded behind his head. A deep, content sigh escapes him and he closes his eyes. “That’s better…”

The stomach gurgles and groans loudly around the two H.eeler brothers. The walls squeeze and shift, never giving them a moment of rest. Their fur is already soaked with slobber and other slime, and with the warm sun now beating down on the stomach, it’s starting to feel like a sauna. Most insultingly, they can feel B.andit’s paws slowly rubbing and patting over his stomach. S.tripe pants and whines, wincing a bit as he feels a wandering paw gently smack his nose. “H-He’s not really gonna leave us in here, is he..?”

“I ain’t liking our odds…” R.adley laments, his normally fluffy hair constantly sagging into his eyes. The stomach walls churn deeply, squeezing them a bit tighter together. They can hear another belch bubble out of B.andit from above them. “…startin’ to think this was all planned out, too.”

B.andit has a big grin on his face as he relaxes. No one’s going to come bother them. Their phones are back in the car. This place is completely private. It’s just him and his brothers…and eventually, it’ll just be him. B.andit slurps over his muzzle at the thought. The idea of snacking on his bros has lingered in the back of his mind for a while, but with all three of them having adult lives, it’s been hard to find a good chance to do it. He’s really glad he stumbled on this place by chance…

As the day moves along, B.andit’s stomach burbles and groans and churns and gurgles. The noises are constant, loud and wet. It easily overpowers the ocean sounds and B.andit would even say he likes them a lot more. He can’t help but feel over his gut every so often, checking in on his brothers. Feeling them wiggle or whine when his paws wander…sometimes he gets them to call out for help or try to reason with him. Getting harder to hear them over the sloppy sounds his stomach keeps making, though.

It’s only a couple of hours in when the first signs of digestion are settling in. B.andit let loose a real monster of a belch, his tail wagging like crazy. But when he felt something tickle him on the way up, he opened his eyes to see blue and orange fur fluttering from his maw. His brothers’ fur…he grins wide and presses down gently on his gut, feeling one of them—R.adley, he thinks—whine softly from the slight pressure. “How’s it going, mates? You all tuckered out yet?”

R.adley and S.tripe are already losing their sense of time. They’re soaked to the bone, squished in tight together. Everything is hot and slimy and loud and tight…their energy has long since drained. And sure enough, they can feel the stomach somehow working even harder on them, and they know it’s starting to leave its mark. “B.andit…mate…ya gotta get us out…” R.adley calls out weakly. “If ya don’t…real soon then…” The stomach churns deeply over them and the walls squeeze in, turning R.adley’s pleas into a whine.

Another bekch bubbles out of B.andit and he smacks his lips happily. “Glad t’ hear it then!” He wasn’t totally sure what R.adley was saying. His voice was well drowned out by the thick churning of his stomach, even when the older H.eeler’s head is closest to B.andit’s ears. “Though, all this heat is leavin’ me parched…alright, up we go…” B.andit moves his paws under his gut and heaves himself up with a grunt.

Everything begins to slosh and stir for the brothers, making them yelp and start to wiggle around some more. At this point, the stomach has no trouble tossing and throwing them around. They slip and tumble as B.andit waddles to the car, constantly hefting his gut in his arms just for some added disorder. Their muffled yaps and cries to B.andit go mostly unheard thanks to all the other heavy and wet noises being made.

The cooler at least makes a good shelf to rest his gut on as B.andit heads back to his chair. It took a lot of effort to get there and back and B.andit decides he doesn’t want to move for a while after that. He slowly eases back into his chair, his gut settling between his legs like before. He gives it a few pats and it burbles harshly in return, earning a deep and rumbling HWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPP!!!! for all his troubles. A content sigh follows after, and B.andit leans over slightly to open up the cooler and start rummaging around.

R.adley and S.tripe are almost grateful when things start to finally settle down. Through all the commotion, they’ve ended up even more tightly compacted together, looking like a big wad of soggy fur. But they’re at least in a slightly better position, R.adley’s head buried in S.tripe’s chest, with the younger’s chin resting on top of him. S.tripe had gotten stuck under him for a while during all the sloshing around, but now that B.andit is laying back, it looks odd like he’s sitting up with R.adley curled up tight in his lap. It gives the two of them a chance to catch their breaths…until something cold splashes in with them, earning a couple of yelps.

B.andit sighs happily after he drains half a can of soda. Much better. He sets the can aside and settles back again, sloshing his gut a bit more. He’s back to his relaxing, now occasionally taking a few swings from his drinks as he does. His stomach rumbles and groans deeply, drowning out the slight whimpers from the two soggy dogs. B.andit ends up fast asleep after an hour or so, and even his snoring can barely be heard over his churning gut.

R.adley and S.tripe are left to whimper and churn as B.andit snoozes through the afternoon. If it hadn’t settled in before that, there was no denying now that they really are just food now. B.andit’s not going to be letting them out. The stomach walls churn and squeeze over them, another belch escaping B.andit in his sleep. They’re melting, slowly, bodies getting softer and weaker. A thick slop is starting to squelch and bubble around them and they know it’s only going to fill up the space more.

B.andit’s belly changed slowly as the hours went by. It shrinks a bit at first with a wet groan. Then the bulges the two dogs were making start to squeeze in tighter and round out a bit. The sounds grow wetter and more bubbly, then shrinks a few more inches. The process continues like that as the sun dips lower in the sky. A bubbly belch rumbles out of B.andit, sending a pair of swimming trunks out of his maw. It splats against his own gut and that’s enough to make him slowly blink awake again.

A wide yawn slowly works its way up next, B.andit’s tongue curling a bit as he stretches out. He smacks his lips a few times and looks down at his stomach. By now, it’s much smaller and much rounder. It definitely doesn’t look like both of his brothers would fit in there. He slowly puts his paws on gut and feels it bubble deeply. A smile quirks onto his muzzle and he gives it a few pats while he tosses the trunks aside “Glad t’ see ya both settled in. Took a few hours but…” B.andit’s train of thought is cut off by something shifting hard in his gut, making it slosh thickly. His ears perk up immediately and he leans in a bit closer. “Hello..?”

“B…B.andit…” a muffled voice pants out weakly. It can barely be heard over all the other noises and B.andit is nearly putting his ear to his stomach to listen in. He can’t quite tell which of them it is. “Please…I…c-can’t feel my…” B.andit’s gut bubbles and groans loudly and it shrinks an inch. He loses whatever was being said but it comes back in eventually. “…he’s not movin’…and I think he’s…”

B.andit sits up again, pressing his paws into his belly. “Alright, I hear ya…don’t worry, shouldn’t take much longer…” A few rubs and kneads, and he feels the whimpering, shifting lump of meat sink down deeper and lose a lot of its fight. B.andit has a couple more hours to enjoy here, judging by the sun. He’s sure this’ll all be done by then…

With some effort, B.andit lifts himself out of the chair. His gut wobbles and sloshes wetly as he does, a lot rounder and more…orb shaped. At this point, he’s not sure if he can feel anymore natural movement inside, but it doesn’t matter much. He hefts up his gut with a bubbly belch and waddles to the shore. He can’t go to a beach for a day and not get in the water for at least a while! And with his belly so much smaller, it’s finally time to enjoy that warm ocean water!

It does feel very nice on his hard-working belly. It’s a bit awkward wading through the water and swimming while hefting it, and he gets knocked over a few times thanks to all the weight. But as his belly grows smaller, pumping away the thick slop his brothers have been steadily reduced to, it gets easier to stay upright. It also makes him thicker and heavier all around. New weight rounds him out further, sagging down a bit. His swimming trunks get much tight on his form, the leg holes stretching out tight over expanding thighs and his ass filling the back out more.

B.andit eventually hauls himself out of the water. He wipes his face dry as his fur droops and sops. He’s nearly doubled in weight by now, paws roaming over his new heft absentmindedly. His tail won’t stop wagging, spraying water everywhere. His belly groans and burbles deeply, a new weight building up down low. Just in time, too. The sun’s going down so he needs to start packing up.

By the time the chairs are all folded up and packed in the truck, B.andit feels a low pressure rumble in his bowels. He winces and rubs his gut. “Oi, hold on a tick, mates. Almost done here…” He bends down to grab the drink cooler…and then his ears perk up as a loud tearing sound pierces the air. His cheeks burn a little bit, knowing exactly what that was, given that he can feel the air on his bum. His tail lifts instinctually after that as a low rumble sends a wet fart blowing out of him. B.andit’s cheeks burn even darker. His brothers don’t feel like waiting.

B.andit perks up quickly, looking around. Private beach—no port-a-potties. He doesn’t want to just go in the sand or the water, though. His eyes go back to the drink cooler. That’s basically a toilet, right? The ramping pressure in his bowels agrees, so B.andit throws open the lid, turns around, and sits down. Not even a second later, he’s grunting as a thick log begins to spread him out and splash into the ice water still in the cooler.

More splashes echo out as B.andit lays cables in the cooler. To give them credit, R.adley and S.tripe are sliding out with relative ease! B.andit has a bit of trouble over more…difficult bones, like the ribs and the skulls. But other than some grunting and a bit more effort, the other two H.eeler’s make for smooth sailing. The only real issue is that there’s…a lot of them. B.andit’s a little worried about overflow, but just before he’s about to get up and move, he finds the last few pounds of waste squeezing out of him and into the cooler.

With a deep and sated sigh, B.andit takes a second to catch his breath before getting up. He can’t resist looking down into the cooler. Brown logs are coiled and heaped up inside, filling up nearly the whole thing. Random bones jut out here or there, most notably to him being one skull that’s buried halfway up its eyes that has the end of its muzzle sticking out, and the other one that’s sitting near the top but is missing its lower jaw. If it weren’t for the familiar fur color dotting the brown muck, they’d be unrecognizable.

B.andit’s tail is wagging like crazy and he smiles. The thought that his brothers remind him of a dig site bemused him. And while these are two full skeletons…he doubts anyone would find a lot of value in them. B.andit might, but hauling the cooler into his car sounds like a lot of work and then there’s the smell and how late it is…B.andit ends up closing the lid to the cooler and dusting his paws off. “Guess I’ll head back alone then. You two can keep enjoying the beach, though!” With a grin and a mock wave to the cooler, B.andit waddles himself back to his car.

After adjusting the seat to squeeze inside and starting it up, B.andit gives one last look at the beach and the cooler that his brothers are packed in. He grins again and gives his stomach a few idle pats. Maybe if the cooler is still here after a few days, he’ll drag it home and bury it somewhere. And if it’s not…at least it’s a convenient way for someone to dispose of it. B.andit pulls out onto the road and drives off after that, just as the sun disappears past the horizon.