#hairy belly pred

[justanothervoreblog]

Uncle Jimmy

Request for @lechie

There was a comforting smell in Uncle Jimmy's house that always just seemed to allow Gabe to relax. On his dad's side, Uncle Jimmy had been intriguing to Gabe all his life. Gabe never really knew what his uncle did for work. His uncle had no partners, but he was just content. Uncle Jimmy was bald, by choice, his words. Whatever muscular physique he had softened up, especially around his middle. A nice fat beer gut was there instead of Jimmy's rock-hard abs in his youth. Complete with a layer of fuzz on his gut and his arms, Gabe could call Jimmy a proper bear. 

Gabe was taller than him considerably and also a lot skinnier. The two of them sat on the couch as Gabe adjusted the beanie on his head. A tuft of blonde hair peeks from underneath as the two of them watch tv. It was just a good pastime for the two of them; Gabe had been watching TV with his uncle for a good while. Pizza was apparently on its way, and hopefully, it got here soon because of how hungry Uncle Jimmy seemed to be. Various bags of chips are emptied and do little to stave off Jimmy's hunger. Gabe wanders into the kitchen, seeing if he can't find anything for his hungry uncle. 

A quick look in the fridge reveals little as a frown passes over Gabe's face. Uncle Jimmy would just have to wait for a pizza to arrive. Gabe feels his uncle walk behind him and press his hips up against his ass. Gabe's face lit up with embarrassment. He knew that his uncle was a perv, just not like this. He quickly turns around and looks at his uncle. Uncle Jimmy seemed amused, almost as if there was an inside joke he just wasn't getting. There was something in his movements, the way that he licked his lips or rubbed over his belly. Gabe was about to ask what was happening, but Uncle Jimmy seized his arms. The older man clasps them to Gabe's side, but the tall twink cannot break free.

Gabe watches as Uncle Jimmy lifts him slightly off the ground and begins to push Gabe's head towards his mouth. At first, there is confusion. Was Uncle Jimmy gone for a kiss? Instead, Uncle Jimmy's mouth seems to expand wider than it should have. Gabe briefly thinks of snakes and how they devour their food. Only when Gabe's head lands directly on Uncle Jimmy's tongue does he briefly know what's happening. He begins to thrash and beg Uncle Jimmy not to do this. Uncle Jimmy returns that thrashing by swallowing down his head. Gabe feels himself get pushed deep into that throat and towards the gut. He was getting eaten! 

Uncle Jimmy continually devours Gabe. Those lanky shoulders and chest posed no challenge. Uncle Jimmy swallows them up and amuses himself with the struggle of his nephew. So many had walked into this spider's parlor without realizing they were the fly. Gabe was no exception, as Uncle Jimmy makes short work of those flat abs. A quick tip of his head gets Uncle Jimmy to Gabe's waist and what remains of his arms. Gabe's hands grab onto Uncle Jimmy's wet lips. Jimmy feels those fingers trying to slow Gabe from reaching that belly. Uncle Jimmy could feel Gabe's head pop through the tight ring and into the acidic environment below. With an amused chuckle, Uncle Jimmy slides more of Gabe in, those fingers included. 

Uncle Jimmy happily devours Gabe's perky little butt. There was little that Gabe could do to stop as he rapidly began to fill up Uncle Jimmy's belly. Those long and thin legs are like strands of wet noodles. Uncle Jimmy happily slips them up as his hands roam over that fat gut of his now. Most of Gabe was now curled inside of that fuzzy dome. Uncle Jimmy puts one hand on top of that gut with smug authority. There was no way that Gabe was getting out of this one. With just those large feet wiggling on the outside, Uncle Jimmy swallows the last of his nephew. A quick head bob and those squirming feet get sent to the hairy tank. 

Uncle Jimmy puts his hands on his gut, feeling how his nephew struggles. Every kick and punch could be felt by Uncle Jimmy. The bald man revels in it. Uncle Jimmy carries his fat gut out of the kitchen and plops down onto the couch—the couch creeks with the centralized weight in one area. Uncle Jimmy kicks up his feet and relaxes. Gabe begins to wiggle fiercely on his belly, and Uncle Jimmy enjoys it. It gets to the point where Gabe's thrashing is so fierce that he lets out a huge burp from his uncle. The burp rattles the living room, and Gabe feels that gut squeeze around him. Uncle Jimmy chuckles with the flavor of his nephew back on his tongue. His belly had squeezed down on Gabe and knocked him out, which was probably for the best because digestion was about to begin. Soon, like countless other boys, Gabe would be digested and added to Uncle Jimmy's waistline. Uncle Jimmy returns to watching his TV show with nothing better left to do. He occasionally slaps or rub his belly, knowing it is working hard to digest his lanky nephew. Soon, he would fill it up more with that pizza. 

And perhaps, the Pizza boy!

[lechie]

The True Punishment (CW: Fatal, Vore)

Charlie finally got home after a day of work and was tired, ornery, and hungry as all hell!

He went into the kitchen to see that there wasn't much in the fridge to eat so he grumbled to himself as he pulled off his shirt, scratched his belly, and walked into the living room and plopped himself in his recliner and turned on the TV to watch watched his favorite show.

That's when his 20 year old step-son walked in...

"God why do you sit on your ass all day and do nothing" said his step-son.

Charlie just ignored him and kept watching his show.

"Hello? Old man can you hear me?"

Charlie began to get pissed off but still kept ignoring him but he began to notice his hunger beginning to grow.

"God your so useless" his step son said pissing him off even more.

"THATS IT YOU LITTLE SHIT" Charlie quickly stood up from his seat and loomed over his step-looking pissed and hungry as ever.

"You know what I think you diserve a punishment for treating me this way"

Before the boy could say anything back, Charlie grabbed the back of his head and shoved it in his mouth. The boy still stunned from what just happened started to flail his arms trying to push away. Charlie rips off the boys shirt and took a hard gulp and pulling the boy up to his shoulders. Charlie moaned as he tasted the flavors of his step son and continue to stuff him down his throat. He was up to his chest now. Charlie selfishly licked the boys chest as he moaned making another large gulp sending his deeper into his maw. The step-son pleaded begging not to be eaten which just made Charlie want his more. All that's left was his kicking legs.

Charlie lifted his head and let them slide in on there own. He moan loading as he swallowed for the final time as he felt the new weight I'm his bulging stomache.

Charlie then plopped in his chair and rubbed his step son sized dome.

"This is what you get for being such a brat now you don't have to worry about them when your on my waistline" Charlie said chuckling.

Charlie then began to moan loudly and rub his shaft as his former step son turned dinner thrashed around in his new fleshy prison.

Charlie then did a house shaking belch as he climaxed, that made a couples pictures off the wall fall as all the movement in his belly stopped. He then began to slowly doze off to work off his massive delicious meal.

(This is my first ever vore story so I hope you all enjoy, if you want you can dm and I might make one for you =^^=)

[teenwolfvore]

In the Spider's web

Peter laid back into his lazy boy chair happy and smug. Sitting in his lap was his engorged belly. It was lumpy, wiggling, and talking. Well, the occupants inside are talking mostly arguing about their current situation. Peter chuckles as he runs his hand over angry outlines of the two teenagers who had decided to break into his house. Of course this story needs a little context. 

Peter had been aware of Scott and Stiles stalking him all over town. They're trying to figure out what his dastardly plan was. In truth, he didn't really have one at the moment. Peter was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and they were paranoid. Luckily for Peter the opportunity would soon come. Peter had just gotten back from a meeting with his nephew, Derek. Peter had picked up on the teenage desperation before he even stepped out of his car. Why they were in his house, Peter had no idea. However it was on to prompt him to react accordingly. If they were looking for reason to think he was evil, Peter would happily oblige.

Peter sneaks into the house, easily able to mask his presence. He could hear up on the teenage fumblings happening within his home. Peter creeps into the living room to find Scott trying to open a lock box. The boy's perception was severely lacking, especially for a werewolf. Peter sneaks up on him and pounces. Peter opens his mouth wide and begins to devour the poor pup before he even has a chance. The quiet living room is soon filled with the muffled gulps coming from Peter's mouth and throat. He stuffs Scott down and delights in the meaty flavor that werewolves possessed. Peter devours Scott's shoulders and chest quite easily. His tongue slathers the young man and brings out the flavor. Scott was struggling and wiggling the entire way down. 

Peter slurps up the struggling legs of Scott as he fills Peter's stomach. His 6 pack abs hidden underneath his shirt begins to balloon. The buttons start to unbutton as more of the teenage werewolf dirt bag falls in. Scott curls up and awaits for his feet to be swallowed by Peter. Peter rips the shoes off of Scott and leaves him in just those socks. Then with a deep gulp, the elder werewolf bellies the younger pup. Peter sighs and before he can truly enjoy the sensation of a full belly, he turns to see Stiles watching. Peter was impressed that the little punk was able to sneak up on him. 

“Are you going to run? Or do you know better?”

Stiles runs. Peter doesn't know why he asks. 

Peter catches Stiles easily at the front door. The werewolf pins Stiles' back to the door. Stiles could feel every struggle that Scott was making within Peter's gut. The poor brat could hardly move thanks to Peter’s heavy sphere. Stiles cried out and begged Peter to let them go. That he promised that they would leave Peter alone and they wouldn't go to the police. Peter wondered if the shifting in his belly was Scott's concern for his friend or if he was just trying to find a new way to get comfortable. Either way, Peter chuckles as he licks his lips. He drags wet pink tongue onto Stiles' neck. 

“Oh don't worry, nobody is going to know that you were here, least of all you.”

Peter opens his mouth and descends down on Stiles. Stiles lets out a bloody shriek and his world goes dark…

Which brings Peter back to the present in his lazy chair. Stiles was less meaty than Scott but he was surprisingly more sweet. It caused Peter to drool a little more than he was expecting. Big droplets of drool had landed on Peter's belly. Droplets that he was now rubbing into his hairy belly. The patsy teen popped any remaining buttons on Peter’s shirt. His exposed hairy pectorals and gut are covered in a thin layer of sweat. The combined effort of eating Scott and Stiles have produced a good sheen. Stiles had struggled, even harder than Scott had, but Stiles was a weak human. Peter had restrained Stiles' arms with just his lips. 

Both boys are currently arguing as they struggle inside of Peter's belly. They couldn't believe that Peter had gotten the jump on them and are trying to figure out a way to get out. Peter was deeply amused by this as he gently pats his gut as if encouraging their ideas. The longer they struggled the more pleasurable it would be for Peter. So enabling them with these half-baked escape plans are paramount. The smug werewolf chuckles as he texts a picture of his belly to Derek. Perhaps this would dissuade his nephew from doing anything too outrageous. Lest he share a similar fate. 

Peter stayed like that for hours just rubbing over his belly as both teenagers had their hope whittled down to an inevitable big grudging acceptance. During that time Peter had decided to put on a good movie to accompany his large dinner. It was really something just to occupy time as both boys slowly came to their own conclusions about what was going to happen to them. Peter would let out a huge crass burp here and there to remind them ultimately of what they really were. 

Food. By the time the movie was halfway done, their frantic struggling had turned into a hopeless wiggle. More involuntary than anything else. By the time the credits are rolling, his belly was all but silent and still. 

Peter felt the heaviness of sleep weigh down on his eyelids. It was that blissful sleep that always accompanied after a large meal. Scott and Stiles had long since passed out once they were trapped inside that hot and moist sack. They were awaiting their fate as even more fat and muscle for Peter permanently or if they would wake in their bed as if this was a strange dream. Peter wasn't going to decide one way or the other. For now, he was content just to have the boys where they are. Peter rubs his claws over their forms a final time, content with overall fullness. His final thoughts before drifting into a post bench sleep is how wonderful this would feel to do this again with both of these delinquents. Or… 

…even his nephew. 

[ryanmarshallryan]

Art Reflects Reality - A Prey's Birthday

Carter had been enjoying some community with some new friends of his local chapter of a gay rugby association. They played hard on the field, then they played hard afterwards, often partying or hanging out together, and always eating big.

Some of the guys accidentally came across some vore art Carter had drawn of himself getting swallowed, when it fell out of his bag one day after a practice.

“Hey this is good!” one said to Carter, who looked a bit mortified at the paper in another’s hands, “Don’t worry mate, you’re in good company.”

“No kink shaming here,” said another. 

“Sounds like a good way to get protein,” another said with a wink and a slap of their gut at Carter

After that Carter assumed the other guys had forgotten about it. But when it came to his birthday, he discovered he had been wrong. One of the guys who had seen the drawing, held out a large envelope to Carter, with “Happy Birthday” written on the outside. Carter opened it to find a very well done comic sketch of a vore scenario. In the art Carter saw himself being swallowed head first, by another one of the players during a rugby practice. There was another comic panel showing the aftermath and the pred saying “Sorry, I was trying to catch the ball, accidentally caught you in my throat instead!”

“Been meaning to get back into art for fun, so I decided to take some inspiration to make you something for your birthday.” Carter was speechless at hearing these words from his teammate.

The player went on, “Oh yeah and some of the guys have another surprise as well.” Just then five other players lined up and started lifting their shirts off over their heads and casting them aside, “If you’d like, feel free to choose a belly to lounge in the rest of the day.”

Carter looked puzzled. What could they mean?

The guys laughed, and one piped up “Maybe he needs a demonstration.”

“All right then,” said the artist player, who promptly stripped off his own shirt and walked over to the other who had spoken. Carter watched in disbelief as the artist was lifted off the ground and swallowed whole in less than a few moments by the other player, who sat down with a thump on a bench and began rubbing his gut.

“Oof, great, idea Carter, great idea,” he said, “Wanna rub?”

Carter came over and cautiously felt over the player’s hairy belly, with his mouth dropped in awe, “How did you do that?” Carter felt the prey player writhing around underneath the layers of fat.

The player gave a great belch, “It’s your birthday, mate. Feel free to watch and rub a gut… or if you’re adventurous… why not get inside one?”

Carter considered a moment. He heard a shout of approval from the artist prey, and decided it couldn’t be that bad in reality if there were no signs of pain. Maybe vore in real life could be fun. But how?

“Oh yeah, and don’t worry mate, we each got a whole bottle of Tums if it gets too tingly in there.” said one of the big bellied players jiggling his belly, “happy to have you be a snack to hold us over for your birthday dinner, but don’t wanna lose a player off the team to a digesting belly.”

Carter smiled and shrugged, “Ugh I wish I could choose all of you,” looking around at the bellies in front of him. One player had a round hairy gut, another more smooth with a low hanging gut. Another had one that looked like their gut was hard as a rock. He decided upon the last in the line, a player named Kai, whose round, flabby belly looked soft and cozy, roomy but still snug. 

Kai gave Carter a smile, and took his hands and placed them on Kai’s belly, “Wanna get cozy up in here?”

Carter nodded enthusiastically, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. The other players lifted Carter up in a fireman's carry, and tilted him downward into Kai’s waiting maw. Kai made quick work of Carter, swallowing him down into his fleshy belly with the ease of someone a pro at eating. Carter felt himself jostled around inside Kai’s belly, and saw the faint red light through Kai's shirtless belly fat. He could hear muffled talking and laughing, felt a jolt as Kai must’ve sat down, and heard a car rumbling. Carter felt around his enclosure and got comfy, experiencing his vorish dream for the first time in an unexpected birthday fashion.

Quite suddenly he felt Kai’s stomach muscles begin tensing and relaxing with intense force and thought that they might have waited too long. Carter felt a twinge of fear and arousal, assuming that Kai’s stomach was about to begin digesting him right now. Bracing for the stomach acid to burn his body, and the air to leave his lungs for good, Carter tried to let go of inhibition and relax into this final birthday adventure, when suddenly he felt himself thrust upward back through Kai’s throat and into the waiting arms of half a dozen players, who forcefully dried him off with towels and had him throw on some clothes.

Carter was both relieved and a little disappointed in his vore experience being over, but the fun did not end, the boys chanted a drinking song while leading him into a local bar. They ordered him a piece of cake, and continued singing joyous melodies of “he’s a jolly good fellow” and such, much to the annoyance of some other bar hoppers.

After a raucous chorus of another song, one of the other potential pred players leaned in close and asked Carter, “Had enough of being in a belly? Or still wanna try out the other guys’ guts?”

On his other side the artist friend leaned in close, “Reynolds is probably big enough to fit both of us if you’re looking to try some fun a little different.”

Within five minutes the crowd was chanting on Reynolds, who had swallowed the artist friend already, and was beginning to swallow Carter, headfirst.

“I could get used to this as a post game activity,” Carter suggested to the artist friend, as they squirmed around in Reynolds belly. Through the thick layers of fat, they could hear a chorus of “Happy birthday dear lunch meat! Happy birthday to you!” Carter never thought he’d be so aroused and excited to be called “lunchmeat” by a group of big men, but alas, birthday magic makes the strangest of scenarios wonderful and memorable.

[digestavore]

imagine we're at uni and you're the typical mean bully pred. known around campus and constantly showing off your swinging belly full of students and faculty. one day you decide a useless fag like me belongs up your sweaty, hairy, rank arse. so you catch me in the hallway, shove me down to the ground and stuff me up your arse in front of everyone.

I mean, that just sounds like my uni experience 😏 a whole uni of students to gorge on. I got so fat off them. And yeah, I'd shove you up my rank arse, just like the rest. Add you to the mass grave in my guts 😈

[stillfoodforguys]

It takes a bold attitude to just walk a stranger’s home unannounced. Perhaps it’s my own fault for leaving the door unlocked whenever I’m inside, but I live in a peaceful enough neighbourhood that it’s usually not a problem. That’s why I was surprised when some rough looking fatso who I’d never seen before slammed his way into my living room, scaring the hell out of me while I was having a drink to relax after work.

The tight tank top that showed off his big, spherical beer belly was doing even less to cover up his hairy, musky pits that I could smell from across the room. He came stomping directly towards me, unshaken by my pathetically quiet demand for him to leave as I trembled in fear. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, my toes dangling above the ground as his tongue poked out from his thickly bearded maw and licked his lips.

“Well don’t you look like good eatin’? I hit the jackpot with his one.” I screamed for help, but a couple of seconds later I was silenced as I was plunged into the stranger’s drooling mouth. My head slid over his tongue to the back of his throat, while he tilted back his own and raised my hips into the air at the perfect angle to devour me. With a single gulp and a little help from gravity, he swallowed my entire upper body in one go, the wet, sticky walls of his gullet wrapping tightly around me.

One more gulp and his powerful throat muscles dragged my legs inside of him, forcing me to contort painfully into the crushing confines of his stomach. After a few seconds of slathering my feet with his warm saliva, he finished off his meal and slumped into my armchair, which creaked at the weight of two men suddenly landing on top of it.

The heat inside his stomach would have been overpowering, if not for the cool liquid that soon came pouring in after me, the greedy stranger taking claim to my beers that rested on the floor beside him. He rubbed his huge belly, listening to the sloshing sound of my frantic struggles and belching so he could make room to chug down more beer until he was entirely full.

“Dumb fucks around here think you’re safe, but y’all haven’t realised there’s a new pred in town. I’m gonna enjoy *urp* feastin’ on all of you.”

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

When you feel up for it how about this prompt. Hagakure finds about how people are willing to pay a lot of money to watch some real life vore, and other people will pay to worship the gut he gains. The more he eats, the bigger he gets and the more money he makes!

You know, I do love the idea of this loser of a man becoming very successful pred.

The internet is a weird place with a lot of weird niches. H.agakure kinda got that but he didn't realize the extent of it until he saw some of the stuff people are really willing to pay money for while he was trying to sell fortune readings online. He wasn't getting much in terms of an audience, though. Even less so people that were willing to give him money. One that caught his eye was a request he wasn't expecting: eating one of his fellow U.ltimates. At first, he didn't even want to entertain the idea but...well, one he saw how many zeros were on that offer, all he saw was green.

I.shimaru was his first. It was easy to get the man into his room on at the prospect of helping him study. The hall monitor was busy rambling about how happy he is that H.agakure is taking his studies seriously when the clairvoyant engulfs the other man's head in one bite. He starts gulping and slurping him down, doing his best to get it over fast before his classmate can fight back against him. Before long, he's sitting in front of the camera he set up, slurping down kicking legs. His gut surges forth with his classmates sliding inside, the hairy gut showing off the human-shaped bulge now curled up. A raunchy belch comes from H.agakure as his meal settled in and he licks his lips as he watches his audience grow and the money pour in. There wasn't a hint of hesitation as he digested I.shimaru live on camera, rubbing over his gut as it gurgled loudly, the hall monitor slowly softening up inside. He got a big payload when I.shimaru's screaming finally stopped and the man's gut was now a round, sloshing orb. H.agakure slurps over his lips as he reads through the comments. People really love this stuff. And if that's how much money he's going to be making off of just one guy then...

M.ondo was next, the biker lured in under the guide of H.agakure promising to know where I.shimary is. Which isn't wrong but M.ondo sure wasn't expecting to get his face shoved into H.agakure's newly developed pot belly, or to suddenly be shoveled into his drooling maw. The biker fought a lot harder than I.shimaru did and manages to even knock his predator onto his ass. It doesn't actually do anything to save him, though, and pretty soon he's another bulge curled up in H.agakure's stomach. He screamed and thrashed plenty in there, making the guy slosh around, but all that did was make H.agakure extra gassy for his audience. It didn't do anything to save M.ondo, who'd end up a thick slop after a good few hours of stewing around in there.

H.agakure would continue on like that, bringing guys back to his room ever day or so in order to devour and digest them live on camera for the money his audience is willing to throw around for the show. All the while, his gut gets bigger and rounder with each student he churns into fat. After a couple weeks, he's plowed through the majority of his classmates. Some of the smaller ones, like H.oshi or T.eruteru, melted like butter for him with how fast they churned. Guys like K.aito or G.undam, the later of which is currently churning away in his tank, proved to put up more of a fight. There's only a couple guys left at this point, though, and he's been kind of dreading getting around to him. But his audience is offering big bucks if he eats them both together and well...they haven't steered him wrong yet!

Getting N.ekomaru and G.onta to help out was a lot easier than he though it'd be. Neither of them seemed to mind all too much that H.agakure was about to devour them whole and digest them into more heft on his frame. At this point, everyone else is already hanging off his waistline, and the two big lugs had figured it'd be easier going down willingly. G.onta went first, his body guided along by N.ekomaru as H.agakure greedily scarfs the buff man down. N.ekomaru's hands are pushing G.onta's face down the hatch when H.agakure surges forward and snaps the coach up up to his elbows. The gulping continues as he guzzles down his second course, this time on all on his own.

By the time he's done, his chair is groaning under the weight, and so is H.agakure. His gut is stretched tightly around his two massive meals, barely giving them the room to wiggle inside. He keeps letting loose deep, meaty belches while his churns guts get started on processing all that prime beef. The stream would at least get their longest show yet as the clairvoyant's gut went to town on melting down both bulky men. They'd likely end up regretting their decision by the time they started to really melt alive, but with how tight the gut is and how muffled their voices were, no one could really tell. It'd all end the same for them anyway, the bulges steadily softening up as H.agakure's gut ruthlessly processes them just like every other man he's fed it.

Thanks to their massive size, by the time the two men were done processing, H.agakure easily doubled in the size he'd gained from all his other meals. His gut stuck out a good foot in front of him, soft and wobbling with all that added heft. His chest has gotten softer, too, as did his now thicker limbs and round ass. His face even got rounder from it all, just to show off his gains all over. He belches one last time for the camera and licks his lips. "Well, that's the last of my friends. So if you dudes want to see any more streams, come pay me a visit! I'll eatcha free of charge!" He grins and smacks his gut, making it wobble back and forth as it growls for more.

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Now full disclosure I don't RP, im not good at it and I'm an observer/feeder more then a pred or prey, HOWEVER I know damn well I got a sexy hairy belly, and I made this video for a pred friend online of mine who's a great sexy pred that REALLY wanted to get swallowed by me, so this is the result of that I hope y'all vorny peeps enjoy it!

[debiteful]

Okay so this one is based on an anon request I got. A particular detail made me uncomfortable, but otherwise the concept was solid. If you want elaboration on my feelings on that, you can ask, but I don't wanna bog down the story with that ramble ^,....,^'

A wereboar discovers a human living beneath their floorboards. This person is in exile and being hunted; to make matters worse a very tough person is hunting this human. The good natured wereboar decides to help the human evade capture.

Content: soft, safe protection vore, panicking prey, willing human prey, boar-human hybrid pred, belly bulge, fearplay, threat/false claim of digestion, regurgitation, comfort afterward

Tuki walked up their front steps, feeling the familiar creak of boards beneath their feet. The bungalow stood alone in a woodland clearing, the perfect place for someone like Tuki to live. Isolated, yet close enough to civilization to get the supplies they needed.

Once inside they let their loaded sack fall to the floor. They knelt and began going through it, sorting the things within; food went to one side while fabric went to the other. Behind them, they heard a rustling noise. Very slowly they stopped rifling through the bag and listened. Their nose twitched and they snuffled curiously while slowly turning their head.

Something was scraping against a floorboard over there. Had to be big, a rat wouldn't sound like that. Maybe a raccoon? Looking around, Tuki could see one of the cabinet doors was open in the kitchen. That little thief!

The homeowner crept across the floor as quietly as they could. Unfortunately, stealth was not their strong suit. Their weight made the floorboards groan with every step.

The rustling went quiet. Tuki bent low and sniffed at the floorboards with little grunts. They had to be getting close. The scent of some creature wafted up; it didn't smell like racoon.

"Hey!" They called gruffly, "Get out here you vermin!"

A soft whimper and hasty scrabbling from below the floor was the only response. Tuki growled and leapt to their feet. In a flash they were out the door and scrambling under the cabin. Leaf litter and dirt kicked up as the creature tried to hurry away. Tuki crawled on their belly, moving arm over arm with surprising speed thanks to bulky muscles.

As the creature became silhouetted by the daylight on the far side of the cabin, its pursuer frowned. That almost looked like a person… 

Tuki stopped and called, "Hey! I won't hurt you. Wait!"

It froze. They could see a head swivel and bob while it tried to get a look at them. They approached slowly.

The creature backed out from under the house, sunlight revealing its form. It was a human! Mud streaked their ashen face and twigs stuck from their unkempt hair at odd angles. They kept taking steps backwards, eyes trained on the crevice where Tuki would emerge.

By the time they were free to stand, the human was halfway to the tree line. They brushed themselves off and stood by the back of the house, "Hey! I said I wouldn't hurt you. You look like you could use some help. I- well I don't like that you stole some food, but you clearly need it. Come inside and I'll help you."

The frail person tilted their head one way, then the other. Big, dark eyes glittered as they considered the offer. They seemed human, but right now they reminded Tuki more of a yearling doe. 

Tuki held out their hand, "Come here! I promise it'll be okay."

They blinked, then approached. Tuki let their arm fall and turned towards the front of the house. They didn't need to look back to sense that the bedraggled human was following a short distance behind.

Inside Tuki was able to heat some water so they could bathe. While they did, the host picked out some of their own clothes that might fit. An oversized shirt made a dress-length tunic for the human. Then they set to cooking up some warm food; they could tell it would do them good.

Over the meal, Tuki managed to gather that his name was Lark, and he was hiding from someone. He was vague about that, as if worried Tuki would change their mind about being so hospitable if they knew. Sensing the reluctance, they didn't press the matter. 

After even this small bit of care, Lark was looking much better than he had been. His cheeks had a warm, healthy glow, and his hair was hanging in loose curls just above his shoulders. He looked a little silly in the large shirt, but at least it was soft and clean.

A loud knock at the door rang through the cabin. Lark jumped and spilled the soup he had been sipping from a bowl. His eyes were wide with alarm, and suddenly his whole body shook.

Tuki stood to answer the door but he darted over and grabbed at their arm. "No! Don't!" He hissed, looking up with pleading eyes.

They frowned down at him, "Why not?"

"They're here for me; they'll hurt me. You gotta hide me somewhere- somewhere they won't find me!"

Their frown deepened and they cast a worried glance around the simple dwelling. The only room besides the main area was their bed and bath room, but that didn't exactly have any hiding places. If he could get back under the floor, then maybe- 

Another flurry of knocks rapped at the door. This time it was accompanied by a warning voice, "Whoever is in there, open up or I'll have to come in myself!"

Lark trembled and clung to Tuki's arm. His wordless plea was all across his face. Their face softened and they whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"I- what? I have to; if you have a plan, then do it!"

Tuki nodded and gently removed him from their arm. The human watched with a creeping dread as before his very eyes his host's shape shifted. Their face elongated, sharp tucks sprouting from between their lips. Their stubble lengthened and hair thinned, becoming thick bristles. Ears lengthened and flopped, and their form filled out their shirt better.

Beady black eyes full of concern gazed at Lark from that monstrous face. His host wasn't human; they were a were-boar! 

He sucked in a shaky breath and fought the urge to turn and run. Filled with desperation, he knew flight was not an option.

He squeaked as their powerful hands grabbed his slight shoulders and lifted him. His feet reflexively kicked a little as they left the floor. Their jaws opened wide, saliva hanging in thick strands that trembled with their hot breath. The humid air washed over his face as he screwed his eyes shut. Terror pricked at his belly and sent his heart racing as he felt a slobbery tongue rise up to greet his face.

Their maw shut around his head and shoulders gently. Even if he wanted to cry out, he couldn't, smothered by wet flesh as they crammed his head down their throat. They swallowed; it was a sickening feeling to have those powerful muscles constrict around him.

He could hardly feel their hands grasp his hips now and heave him deeper in. His legs kicked wildly and he fought for air through the panic and slime. His whole body became completely enveloped in rippling muscle and coated in saliva as he slid downward.

Tuki wiped their mouth with the back of a hairy hand while the other slid down to support their swelling belly. They felt their gut stretch as their hastily gobbled prey slid down and was forced to curl. Their stomach walls were taut and smooth around Lark's quivering form. The bulge of their belly strained against their shirt, making it ride up a little. It wasn't very inconspicuous, but it would have to do. 

They plodded over to the door just as whoever was outside turned the handle. The door swung inward to reveal the would-be intruder, a hulking man carrying a baton in one hand and clutching the short leash of a massive dog in the other. The beast snarled and snapped at Tuki, but they held their ground. The man looked surprised, but a snear took over, "There you are, you dumb brute! You couldn't hear me knocking?"

Armed and with that vicious dog, Tuki knew they couldn't fight. Especially stuffed full like this. They would have to talk their way through this. "I could," they said crossly, "but I was finishing my dinner when you so rudely interrupted."

"I have important business, more important than you stuffing your face, pig."

Tuki narrowed their eyes, "What is it then?"

"I'm on the trail of a dangerous fugitive who is an enemy of the state." At that Lark squirmed inside their belly nervously, but went still as the man continued, "I tracked him here, intending to apprehend him so he can be exiled permanently."

The dog was straining against its tether, sniffing with interest at the threshold. Its master didn't spare it a glance, stone-cold eyes fixed on Tuki and club raised menacingly. They replied, "Well I haven't come across anyone dangerous." 

"He's a sly curr, might not seem dangerous. Have you seen any strangers around here? Heard anything odd?"

"Hmmmm," Tuki said, weighing their options. They scratched at their belly, drawing up the shirt to reveal the rounded bulge sagging over the waist of their pants. "There was this one little fella, big doe eyes. He stole some food from me," the anxious squirms started up again, making their protruding gut wiggle. "So I ate him instead!"

"You what?" The man snarled. Slowly his gaze drifted down to their taut stomach, and horror crept into his eyes at seeing it move. He looked back at Tuki with disgust, "You ate a man?"

"Hardly a man," they shrugged, "More of a vermin. I'm not too picky though," they said with a smirk.

Seemingly at a loss for words, he just gaped at the wereboars belly for a while. Then he looked past them, into the house, "I'm going to have a look around, just in case." 

"You won't find much," Tuki gloated, patting their belly. A burp rumbled up and escaped loudly. The dog sniffed the air then bayed and reared up to investigate their snout. They laughed and the man dragged it away and into the house by its leash.

Tuki kept a wary eye on the two invaders while they leaned against the threshold. Lark still hadn't settled down, his body writhing within the flexible limits of the stomach. Little muffled grunts could barely be heard above the gurgling fluids shifting around him.

The dog barked with savage excitement as it found Lark's dirty clothes. The wash water had already been drained away, leaving little explanation. The man hooked the tattered clothes with a finger and brought them to Tuki, "Whats this? Is it yours?"

"No, you're welcome to it. I took those filthy rags off that human before I devoured him. I have some standards," they huffed. 

The man eyed their still moving gut, "You ate him alive?"

"Of course! Killing is so messy, I don't like to do it in the house. Besides," they leaned in with a ghoulish grin, "I like to feel them squirm as I digest."

Lark flailed as best he could within the cramped confines, but the real reward was the brief widening of the intruder's eyes at that comment. He scowled, "Can't you spit him up? I have a job to do."

Offended, Tuki leaned back, "What? And waste a perfectly good meal? No, you were too slow. He's mine now. Besides, it's not like he's going anywhere. Just tell your master you did it; how're they gonna know any different?"

He considered, then trudged past the wereboar, hauling his dog along, "Fine. But if I get in trouble, don't think I won't send someone after your hide too!" 

"I expect nothing less from a scoundrel like you."

He froze and clenched his cudgel. Tuki dearly hoped he wouldn't try to use it. Thankfully, that was the case, and he stomped off without another word.

Tuki shut the door and locked the bolt into place, just in case. They went over to their chair and sat down heavily. Their belly bumped against their legs as Lark continued to wriggle frantically. His whining could be heard by Tuki, and their heart lurched. The poor creature must be terrified. If only they had had more time to explain.

They got up and hurried to get a towel, then went to their bedroom and stood infront of the bed. They heaved, and with great effort Lark slid up and out of their stomach. He landed on the towel laid out to catch him and lay there shivering. Before he could scramble away, Tuki shifted back to their human form and bundled him up in the towel. He fought against the warm folds of cloth weakly before realizing he wasn't in danger. The wereboar sat on the bed and cradled the swaddled human in their lap, using a corner of the towel to wipe his face and hair. 

He looked up with wide, tearful eyes, "You…." He couldn't find the words.

They hugged him tightly then gave an apologetic stare, "You're quite the mess, again. I didn't know what else to do. He would've found you if I hadn't-"

He cut them off, "I know. I know. It's just- the things you said, they were terrifying. Especially from, well, in there," his eyes flicked meaningfully to their belly.

They nodded and continued to clean him up carefully. He relaxed into their hold, inhaling the fresh air deeply.

Neither of them spoke. Both of their minds independently wandered to the same, simple question: what next? Neither of them had the answer right now.

[tiedvore]

🍖 John Silver from Treasure Planet

PUDGE PUDGE PUDGE PUDGE. Anon your taste is immaculate he has such a nice belly that would be good to sleep ON and IN. He also seems like he’d be totally down to gobble you up cuz hes just down for whatever. Not necessarily the biggest fan of the mechanical arms and eye, and he’s a little bit less than ideally hairy enough, add some tummy hair and a beard and you’d have a perfect pred. 8/10

[ryanmarshallryan]

I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Any dad pred prompts or dad prey?

It's pretty common for a certain kind of man to have a large amount of sons. It's pretty easy to identify which ones are predisposed to it--incredibly hungry, incredibly predatory men--the large and hairy ones that clearly eat multiple men a day. Some will say it’s for lineage, others will say its to have a lot of preds to hang out with just like them, but the truth of the matter is--they have a serious issue with eating their own sons, and to try and make sure at least one can survive to have sons of his own, there have to be a lot of backups to work as a sacrifice. It’s never easy though when the eldest always looks so appetizing once he starts to look more like his old man--heavy and fat and hairy and practically waiting to be eaten. Sometimes at least one of the sons lives. Other times...well, the father can at least be happy that he raised such delicious men for himself. That’s something to be proud of, at least.

Certain families have a tradition, when there’s only one child, where the son gets to eat the father once he reaches adulthood. That doesn’t necessarily mean that the father likes it or won’t attempt to resist, of course. Getting their own father down is meant to prove that they’re ready to be an adult, and therefore, a predator. And if he can’t choke down his own old man, then he’s failed at being both, hasn’t he? It always ends with one guy eaten by another, and it’s just a matter of who proves themselves to be the better pred. If the son fails, the dad’ll just have to try again. No rush, right?

Father’s Day is very special to some people. Sure, it can be just a normal day for some, or a day with small gifts and gestures. But real dads get the good stuff. namely: a big feast, of course! Lots of delicious food ordered or made by their own sons just to celebrate them. For some dad’s, that’s just what they need to sate their belly and have a good day. For others, it’s merely an appetizer whetting them for the real feast--the wonderful sons that made so much food, but couldn’t sate their dear old dad. They’ll be promptly devoured and stuffed into that already heavy, round gut to stew away with the rest of the feast while the dad enjoys a long, relaxing day of digestion. But sometimes, it’s not that...sometime’s the feast is just a stuffed for the tables to turn. As soon as the last bite is taken, the dad’ll find his head engulfed, and soon his heavy body devoured by his own son, where he’ll spend the day just turning into more fat for his own boy.

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

PREY POV: My friend from Canada was always a warm and welcoming guy! when he invited me over to visit for the holidays i did not expect to be treated to such large amounts of food, the plump cook and host did partake in some of the sweets and meats, but he mainly left the bulk of it for me to eat.

The following night my friends gut groaned louder then the Television show we were watching thats when he became really reavous. He gets up and out of the room, roughly 30 minutes go by and 2 episodes of our program already passes by as i noticed he wasn't back yet. i get up and travel to the kitchen, assuming he's been snacking on the leftovers packed in the fridge, when i came around the corner into his kitchen i seen that the stoner ate it all!! He comes over to me pleading for some relief as his stuffed ball gut is in my face, i happy aid my friend in his moment of need... that proved to be a mistake! Once my friend seen my arousual from rubbing his swollen gut, he teasingly asked me if id like to go inside it, thinking he was joking i chucked and said "ofcource i do" the man smiles with a toothy predly grin as my world goes from looking at his hairy belly to traveling down his hot and moist throat im pinned down by the walls of flesh as the huge man is swalling me whole! PRED POV: with a few easy gulps the rest of the meal settled into place, the stomach groans as the large meal streaches out past its usual compasity. "BRAAAAAAOOOOOAAAAUP!!" the stomach begins its process of churning the new meat into fat and gains for the friendly giant, he hobbles over to the mirror to take a full body shot of his prey to remember his friends visit, as this will be their last time to the country. with that taken and his hairy belly getting heated up and sweaty from the digestion this pred desides to rest up and check on his company in the morning. THE NEXT MORNING:

The End

Credit for this morph of myself (yes dat me) goes to my lovely new friend go give them a follow on twitter and maybe he'll morph you or someone you admire!? https://twitter.com/apricotez1?s=20

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Stan comes home from a successful assassination, he makes his way upstairs using the railing as the insides of his big wobbling gut slosh around as the soft tummy is filled with the slurry inside the man. Poor Stan just wants to relax in his shower and shave! That is until his pudgy son inlaw notices Stan's belly from the hallway and sneaks into the shower to talk privately with his father in law.

"So Mr.S?? Who'd you eat to get a belly like that!? I'm actually kind of like jealous of you!?"

"well if I tell you who it is I have to snap your neck and eat you too... But if you must know just a really bad man who had it coming, was hired to deal with them..."

"Woah can you teach me Mr.S how to eat people like you do!?"

"Jeff with the amount of pot you smoke you'd accidentally end up with my daughter or even someone else in the family inside your belly without fully knowing, so the answer is no"

"if I rub your belly can I learn??"

"great offer kid but no, I got Franny for that task and you'd still abuse it, now can I finish here or you gonna gawk at me a little longer??"

"oh if gawking is an option, then I choose that one!"

"sigh"

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Bob & Teddy's Valentine's Surprise for Linda

The two good friends made a compromise this year on Valentine's Day, since the kids are away the adults can play! Bob worked on a compromise to include Teddy into his and Linda's plans. After Bob asks teddy what he thought of his idea, Teddy of course was more than willing to be gobbled up by Bob and sent to his hairy pot belly, the two wait until closing shift and head upstairs together to surprise his wife, they walk into Linda and Bobs bedroom closing the door behind them, once Bob strips down to the nude he places an alluring apron on. Then Bob begins to consume his plump burger obsessed friend whole, after a few wet noises Linda walks into the living room asking if Bob is done in there with his surprise, the lightly intoxicated Linda is waiting for the signal from bob to begin the sexy music, the bloated man walks out of the door way swaying his huge belly around in circular motions much for his wife and his own arousal

Teddy sloshes around the acid filled belly, enjoy the heart beat and closeness of being inside Bob Belcher. Once Bob finishes his sexy sloshy dance, Linda goes up to bob and gives him a deep affectionate kiss upon his lips, the woman presses into the hot dissented belly. Leaning into the fuzzy flesh she looks bob in the eyes and asks him a question

"hey who did you eat Bobby!?"

"Bruuuuuuaaaaap teddy, hey he offered and I figured he didn't deserve to spend Valentine's Day alone"

"well I want this to be a permanent look for you! Look how soft and round you are!"

"permanent!?"

Teddy starts to wriggle around in distress as Linda says she wants Bob to always look like this, Bob chuckles and gets more aroused at Linda's compliment genuinely considering keep Teddy on his waistline Bob shares his thoughts on that.

"well I was planning on spitting him out in a bit, but if it will make you happy, I can live like this, a belly this huge is great for holding burger plates and snuggling you at night with..."

"oh Bobby! This is the best Valentine's you've ever done for me! Let's go soften and shake your belly up!"

The couple close their bedroom door and spend the rest of the night making love and churning Teddy into Bob Belcher pudge!

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Here's an older video of mine, I gained a little more since then, figured it was worthy to post, I do promise to do a proper more updated video soon!