Brandon's Fantasy
By: Iwant2fatnu

“That’ll be $9.50, please.”

Brandon took ten singles from his wallet and placed them in the hot dog vendor’s outstretched hand. His stomach gave a little twitch as their hands touched. The vendor flipped his dark hair back and looked quizzically at Brandon. Brandon gave him a quick once over. A slender, nicely muscled guy, maybe a few years younger than himself. He stood a few inches taller than Brandon’s 5’8”. His dark hair was tipped with an unnaturally yellow-blonde color. ‘Probably a college student,’ Brandon thought. The vendor, avoiding Brandon’s gaze, placed the change on the counter beside the four dogs and the soda.

“There ya go,” he said, continuing to avoid Brandon’s gaze and quickly moving on to the next person in line.

‘Not enough beef for my taste anyway,’ Brandon thought ignoring the dismissal and settling in on a nearby bench for lunch. He took a big bite of hot dog and swallowed, feeling it settle in his softening belly. He used to be a very trim, hard 135 pounds, from the time he was in high school into his mid-twenties. Now at 33 he was a soft 205 pounds, with a nice, thickening layer of belly fat forming a protective cushion around his middle. He glanced down at the role hanging over his belt and thought, ‘Must be my eating habits!’, as he felt another big bite of hot dog settle into his belly.

Brandon’s sexual tastes had expanded with his waistline. He was in the closet until he was 25. He had only slept with women until then and very infrequently at that. When he finally started having sex with guys, it didn’t take him long to realize that his favorite kind of guy was tall and beefy, with big shoulders and a nice belly. Soft bellies were nice but the round beach balls he saw on some guys he found truly extraordinary. Brandon had grown quite fond of digging under a big, fat gut to find another guys throbbing member, and then draining their cock and swallowing them into his own belly.

The men he liked best had bellies that were so hard and always seemingly stuffed to the max. Sometimes he thought that was he was enjoying the growth of his own belly. He loved the feeling he got when it was filled to absolute capacity. It nearly brought him to climax each time he got that full and he always wanted to be fuller.

He knew there were others who shared his love of being filled. He was a member of numerous online groups for guys who liked to stuff themselves silly. It was in one of these groups where Brandon learned about the vore fetish. He was amazed at the stories (fiction, of course) of guys who filled their bellies more than he could have ever imagined before. He read about the ecstasy of these predatory men each time they gulped down a hapless victim. Brandon wanted to share this ecstasy. He thought about it all the time and felt it was his ultimate destiny.

Brandon took the final gulp of his fourth dog and slowly rubbed his gut as the food settled within him. As he reached for his soda, something caught his eye. In the parking lot near the bench, a pick-up pulled into a space near Brandon’s car. The passenger got out and walked around the truck to talk to the driver, and Brandon saw the hottest man he had seen in a long time. He looked to be in his late 30’s, just over 6 feet tall with about 350 pounds on his solidly muscled frame. His dark blue T-shirt seemed a couple of sizes too small for his bulging belly and clung to his sizable pot leaving just a bit of belly hang exposed above his jeans.

Brandon’s belly gurgled as he stood to get a better look. The two men talked for just a minute or so before the passenger took a final, deep drag on the cigarette he was holding. He crushed it out on the ground and shook hands with the driver, saying his good-byes before turning and walking toward the only other car in the tiny lot, a gold Honda Civic that seemed impossibly small for the hulking man that approached it.

Without thinking, Brandon began walking towards his own car. He knew instinctively that this man was the one. He had seen other men, and been with some, that fit into his vore fantasy, but this man, Brandon knew, was going to be his vore reality!

Brandon quickly slipped into his car and fired up the engine. The man had gotten a bit of a head start on him, so Brandon had to move fast. He flew through the lot and onto the street, keeping a close watch on the gold Honda. Traffic was lighter than usual (a sign to Brandon that this was all supposed to happen!) so he quickly caught up to his prey. As he followed behind him, Brandon wondered about this man. Who was he? What was his name? Brandon imagined him to be a construction worker going home after a long work day of straining those powerful arms and legs. He was sure the man wasn’t a white collar man. The muscles under his fat reminded him of someone who used them regularly. He was obviously a big eater. Had he always been a big man? Did he enjoy his belly as much as Brandon enjoyed his?

Brandon realized that he would never learn all the answers to these many questions swirling in his head, as the man pulled into the parking lot of a modest, six story apartment complex. Brandon pulled in behind him and found a spot a couple of rows away from where the man had parked his car in the garage. Brandon’s adrenaline started to pump harder as he realized that the moment was nearly upon him.

The man got out of his car and walked toward an elevator in the garage. Brandon followed him, taking a quick glance around to be sure there were no prying eyes or possible intrusions. The elevator doors opened much sooner than expected and the man stepped in and disappeared. For a split second Brandon thought he was going to lose him. So he did the only thing he could think of doing.

“Hold the elevator!” Brandon shouted.

A meaty hand reached out and held the doors open and Brandon sprinted over and joined the man in the elevator, just missing a collision with his ball belly in the cramped, little space.

“Thanks,” he said to the man.

“No problem,” the man replied

For a second, Brandon was a little intimidated. The man he was standing next to seemed enormous. Brandon felt a little like a bean pole next to this man. He quickly regained his composure as the doors closed. He glanced at the control and saw floor six was lit. Not a lot of time, but more than he expected. He broke the ice.

“I’m Brandon.”

“Mark,” the man replied.

Now Brandon knew the answer to at least ONE of his questions. He reached over and pushed the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a stop.

“What are you doing?” the man, Mark, asked, looking strangely at Brandon.

“Mark,” said Brandon rubbing his own gut, “we are destined to be together as one.”

Mark tried to shift away from Brandon, which was hard to do in the tiny box. “Look, man, I’m not gay so...”

Suddenly, Brandon kissed the hulking Mark hard on the lips. Mark’s dick swelled, seemingly not aware the he was “not gay.” Brandon was nearly climbing on the shelf of Mark’s belly, forcing his lips into the larger man’s and feeling his own dick growing hard as it pressed into Mark.

In what seemed like a fraction of a second to Mark, the unthinkable happened. Mark’s jaw suddenly unhinged and dropped to his chest as this guy, Brandon, put his entire head into Mark’s mouth! As Mark was trying to take in the situation and figure out what was happening, Brandon placed his bent legs on the opposite wall of the elevator and pushed, popping his shoulders into Mark’s grotesquely stretched mouth!

‘Oh, my God!’ thought Mark as his reality came back to him, ‘This guy is climbing down inside me!’ Mark reached out and grabbed Brandon’s waist, trying to pull him out.

Brandon, on the other hand, had no intention of coming back out. He had always dreamed of filling up a guy to mythic proportions and what better way was there to do that, and satisfy his own vore fantasies, then to fill him up with himself. And now that fantasy was coming true. His head was now in Mark’s throat and he could feel the peristalsis of the throat muscles working to move him into Mark’s belly. The feeling was ecstacy! Every wave filled him with a sense of purpose. His purpose was now to become part of Mark, despite Mark’s objections. He could feel Mark grabbing at his waist and trying to pull him back out. Brandon would have none of that.

Mark started to pull at Brandon. He didn’t know what this guy had in mind, but he wanted no part of it. Brandon’s hair felt rough in his throat as Mark felt Brandon move about an inch into his body. With a tug, Mark began moving Brandon back out, when Brandon suddenly kicked his legs off of the wall towards the ceiling. This movement not only got Brandon into a more vertical line up with Mark’s throat and freed Brandon from Mark’s grasp, but also knocked Mark off balance. Mark stumbled against the wall of the elevator as his feet came out from under him. He fell to a seated position with a thud. The fall had the added benefit of forcing Brandon further into Mark’s body, this time nearly to his waist. The pressure was enormous for both.

‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ Mark thought, his mind spinning with the surrealness of the situation as he sat there with his lips wrapped around the entirety of Brandon’s belly.

The sudden jerk sent Brandon’s head well into Mark’s stomach, leaving his arms pinned to his sides inside Mark’s throat. The warmth of the inside of Mark’s body was both uncomfortable and comforting. His head was already stretching Mark’s stomach, but Mark’s throat was still trying to send the rest of Brandon down. Brandon figured that the jolt had disoriented Mark, as he was no longer trying to pull him back out. His feet couldn’t get a good foothold to push him further, so Brandon began snaking his way into Mark, moving in waves with the peristalsis. Once he wiggled his butt beyond Mark’s lips, the rest went quickly. The stomach walls eagerly stretched to accept Brandon’s shoulders. Brandon curled around, allowing his chest and belly to enter their new home. Brandon finally felt his feet were the only thing in the coolness of the free air, and with a quick twist of his ankles, they too joined him on the inside. A few more moments of slipping down Mark’s throat and then finally it was finished. Brandon was inside Mark’s belly!

Mark thought he must have passed out for a second. His eyes were closed and his head was spinning. It seemed like a struggle to take every breath. He was afraid to open his eyes. His brain was telling him that it couldn’t have happened but he knew it must be true. Slowly Mark opened his eyes to a shocking sight. His legs had disappeared! His lap was completely covered with his own distended belly. His T-shirt had rolled up into his armpits and was stretched to the busting point. His bare belly stretched out in front of him as if it were a bean bag chair. He reached out and put his hands on it. It was really his gut all right as unreal as it seemed. He rubbed his hands across the surface and could feel very distinctly the man inside.

Mark felt he had to do something. He stood, wobbly leaning against the wall to do it, holding his now gigantic belly, and the man inside him, in his arms. Thank God he had always been a big man, or he didn’t think his legs would have supported him. Using an outstretched finger he got the elevator moving again and stood there panting as it rode up to the sixth floor.

The doors opened and he looked out. He found the hallway empty, which was a blessing as he didn’t think he could explain his new 200 pound belly. He lumbered down the hall to his door. Leaning his belly on the wall, Mark took his keys from his pocket, unlocked his door and went in to his apartment and closed the door behind him.

Brandon came inside of Mark. The excitement, the cramped quarters and all the sudden movement made it impossible not to. This, Brandon thought, was the best sex he had ever had! He hoped he could remain alive inside Mark for a little while longer so he could cum again! The flurry of movement came to a sudden halt as he was suddenly plopped down onto something. He felt what must be Mark rubbing his gut and Brandon quickly grabbed his dick for another round.

Mark sat panting on his sofa in his living room, the only piece of furniture that would accommodate his new size. He rubbed his bloated belly. The pressure from it was unbelievable. There were suddenly some quick, jerky movements from under his fat. “What was going on now,’ he wondered. Mark looked at the outline formed on his belly and saw Brandon’s arm moving back and forth towards his own legs. With a shock, he realized that not only had this man crawled inside him, but he was jacking off in there too!

Mark slapped his belly a few times. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he shouted. The jerking inside him stopped. He could see the man’s hand gently stroking the inside of his stomach. The strangeness of the situation hit him again. ‘I need to get this guy out of there,’ Mark thought, ‘or I’m gonna end up digesting him.’ Mark rolled over uncomfortably, put his gut on the arm of the sofa and tried to heave.

Brandon felt a strong muscular tightening all around him. The valve at the top of the stomach suddenly opened. He suddenly realized what was happening. Mark was trying to throw him up! Brandon pushed his arms and legs out, trying to hold on to the walls of Mark’s stomach. The pressure was great but Brandon held his ground.

Mark flopped back over onto his back, panting again from exhaustion. This guy obviously had no intention of coming back out. The man inside him stretched his belly upward like an enormous mountain of belly fat. Mark grabbed the sides of his gut and yelled, “What are you doing? You have to get out of me or you will die!” The man inside him resumed stroking the inside of his belly, first at the mountains peak by the belly button and moving down the sides. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to eat you?”

Brandon didn’t respond but kept stroking the inside of Marks stomach. He stroked down underneath himself and was surprised, and pleased, to find that Mark had a bit of an erection. He rubbed it, feeling it expand, even through the layers of fat and muscle. He wished he could digest Mark’s seed before Mark digested him, but knew that was impossible.

Mark felt himself twitch uncontrollably as the stroking moved down to his swelling cock, which had already betrayed him earlier. He knew he was gay but had managed to live heterosexually (or rather nonsexually) for years. He had spent his time working, drinking beers with his co-workers and growing his ball belly. Now that belly that he had been so proud of was 4 times it’s size and was stroking his cock! The feeling was incredible! This ... Brandon, was his name? ... had been a good looking man. He thought so when he saw him enter the elevator with him. He never imagined they would be as close as this!

Mark reached under his Brandon filled belly to grab his hard cock. He began stroking under the shaft as the man in his belly stroked the top through his gut. In minutes, Mark felt himself explode, his body jerking in ecstasy, covering the underside of his man filled gut with what felt like gallons of cum.

Inside Mark, Brandon had shot too. In the cramped belly, he had covered himself with cum at the same time he felt Mark’s body shudder and twitch in orgasm. Brandon sighed with pleasure, realizing that the air in Mark was growing thin and stale. His purpose was about to be fulfilled and he would be a part of this hulk forever. He heard a roaring belch and felt a rush of air exit past him and out of the stomach. Brandon reached out and touched Mark’s stomach one last time before drifting away.

The belch took Mark by surprise, but it relieved some of the pressure and made him a little more comfortable. He lay there, basking in his own afterglow. He unconsciously began rubbing his own belly. If someone had told him that morning the turns his day would take, Mark would have thought they were insane. Of course, the days happenings had been a little unusual. He didn’t have any idea that one person could fit inside another person. The thought had never crossed his mind. But he had always been able to eat a lot and loved feeling full. He had intentionally been gaining weight for a few years now. He loved his gut and, now that he thought about it, loved the way this guy inside him made his belly look and feel. But the fun was over and it was time for this guy to come out. ‘Maybe,’ Mark thought, ‘he could do this again sometime...’

“Okay, guy,” Mark said as he patted his belly, “that was awesome, but you have to come out now.” There was no response. “Hey,” he said, “Brandon? Hey, man, you have to come out.” Suddenly Mark realized that Brandon was gone. His body was turning Brandon into food. He had eaten another man, though not intentionally. Mark sat up on the sofa in a panic, his belly making the move quite difficult. ‘Oh, God!’ he thought, ‘this can’t be happening!’ He looked at the expanse of stomach in his lap (and the stillness of the form inside it.) He shook his belly, trying to rouse the man inside but it didn’t help. He was truly gone.

“What do I do?,” Mark muttered aloud. ‘I gotta get rid of him,’ he thought. ‘I gotta make sure no one finds out.’

Suddenly he realized what he had to do. The answer to this problem was so easy and simple.

Mark would sit back on the sofa and let his body do the work.

He wasn’t sure if he could even digest a full 200 pound man. But now was the perfect time to find out.

And if he could, he might be able to solve a few other problems as well!

The End