**WARNING** May Contain:
Big and Nasty Manly Men, Huge Bellies and Beer Guts, Potbellies, Weight and Muscle Gain, Muscle and Fat Worship, M/M Sex, Big Manly Feet, *Footplay, Body and Facial Hair, Musk and Sweat, Grime and Filth, Belching, Digestion, Full-trip, Mpreg, Flatulence, *Scat, *Watersports, Leather Play, Masochism, *Abuse and Rape, Violence, Incest/Daddy&Son Play, Age Play, Testosterone Poisoning, Hyper/Growth, Transformation, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Mass Vore, Multi-Vore, Oral Vore, Anal Vore, Cock Vore, Navel Vore, Pec Vore, Nip Vore
Bears & Cubs, Bulls, Brutes, Daddies of all Ages, Blue-collar Workmen, Construction Workers, Truckers, Rednecks/Hicks/Whitetrash, Lumberjacks, Soldiers/Marines/Sailors, Cops & Sheriffs, Bikers, Criminals & Convicts, Jocks and Frat-boys, Wrestlers, Pit-fighters, Football & Rugby Players, Power-lifters, Bodybuilders, Coaches, Chubs, Super-chubs and anything else my depraved little brain can think of.
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Wearing a two-sizes too small t-shirt, Zeke’s sagging moobies were snuggly held – lil’ nips hard and showing – while his fat and doughy ball of belly was left peeking out from under the hem. A pair of equally revealing briefs were wrapped around his plump ass and bulging crotch. A nice, big wet tent making them look all the smaller. Zeke’s girthy but squat set of cock and balls filling his pouch up well and good.
Of course, the plump lil’ cub was not center-stage here. Not even in his own mind, did Zeke see himself as all that important just then.
No, it was all about his boyfriend, right then and now.
As always, the sight of his lover in action got him very focused and extremely turned on. Zeke, with trembling hands, walked the full circumference around his much larger, taller, and way damn fatter boyfriend. The cub’s soft, hairy little feet trailing along the carpeted ground. One step in front of the other, as the young cub slowly begun to draw the tape measure around his boyfriend’s big, hairy beer belly. Starting just above the deep pit of his navel. Without a doubt, where the widest point of that jutting monster gut was. Zeke’s boyfriend lazily keeping it pinned there beneath his own big left thumb, while the other free hand rubbed his own fat gut. Wide, appreciative circles, as that rough paw rasped through the thick belly hairs. That great fat orb wobbling heavily, while expanding and contracting from the labored breathing of its owner. A gurgling rumble, punctuated with needful growls, constantly emerging from within.
Despite all its needful whining, Zeke’s boyfriend was not such a gluttonous man that he could deny his lil’ belly-worshipper his own hedonism. More than content to let his cub have his fun.
Leaving the boy to take his time. Zeke just reaching the jutting, meaty flank of his boyfriend’s right love-handle. The cub began to caress a single soft hand across that hairy expanse of beer gut. The bigger man grunting lowly at his boy’s haltering touch. Still trailing the measuring tape, Zeke moved towards his man’s broad backside. Those thick, meaty love-handles pushing well-over the straining waistband of the shorts his boyfriend wore. Not only his big gut, but also an impressively fat and rounded ass and over-plump loins stretched the material heavily. The shorts far too small, despite the broad and meaty girth of their prior owner.
Reuben, ever the lazy and dirt-poor Stoner, hadn’t bought new clothes in years.
For one, the fat man never had the money for it. That, and he didn’t care if some other man’s stink was on them, before he just took the clothes from other men.
A deep, wet swallow filled the room. It finally dragged Zeke’s eyes off that enormous and magnificent belly of his lover.
Up to the pair of big, manly feet sliding down into Reuben’s distended maw. Oh, how they squirmed and struggled there so uselessly. Just as weak and pathetic to Reuben’s gluttonous hunger, as they had been outside his bottomless gullet.
One of Zeke’s former dorm-mates, a big football jock nicknamed Tombstone. Primarily, because he was built like one, but also for his aggressive play-style. One of the more arrogant and noisy members of the dorm. The last of the overbearing macho-brute now disappearing into Reuben’s maw with a little more than few wet and slmiy slurps. All 6’0 and 240-pounds of solid, brawny fat and muscle he had… swallowed whole. Like a goddamn snack, and not an entire beefy footballer. Going straight to the fat gut of Zeke’s lover. As had dozens of other jocks, bears, chubs, and even giant, brawny powerlifters.
And that was just this week, alone.
Why? Because Tombstone had walked past Zeke’s room. Still stinking of his own post-workout musk and drenched in oily sweat. The filthy brute having not even bothered to shower at all back at the gym. For almost a full week, in fact, Tombstone had failed to wash his crotch or pits. Just letting his own potent man-stink build and build. Soak into the thick body-hair covering him, or that grew bushel thick in his pits and at his groin. Leaving himself soaked in the perfect marinade to accompany his manly, beefy bod. All the better to assert dominance and claim the dorm for himself.
All of it though, had just utterly incited the fat, hairy Stoner’s gluttonous appetite. Upon smelling Tombstone, Reuben had promptly stood, lumbered to Zeke’s door, and reached out a hand to grab his thick, musky snack.
Like as Zeke had seen a dozen times before, the big jock’s muscular arms had been pinned. Blocky and shaved head pulled into Rueben’s gaping maw, and in a fast series of ravenous swallows… Tombstone had been reduced to a pair of flailing, meaty legs. Not that those powerful thighs or heavy calves lasted much longer. Just a pair of rank, leathery and big feet now. The fat, beer-gutted Stoner more than hungry enough to inhale that whole beefy jock in less than a minute. Zeke had already been moving forward, tape measure in hand, to see how much Reuben’s big beer gut would grow from this hunk of man-meat.
Assuming Tombstone, as such an unwilling participant, could do it at all.
Zeke, suddenly breathing hard and desperate to know, hurried back round to the front of Reuben’s hairy belly once more. Without his man even needing to look, Reuben took the other end of the tape measure from his cub. Casually pinned it beneath the same thumb, and completed the circle around his vast, hairy orb of gut. Eyes still closed and tongue slurping through his mouth to enjoy the tasty frat-jock feet there. The fat Stoner already giving one last heaving gulp. Bearded jaws stretched wide, as Tombstone’s smelly, tasty stompers slid down his gullet in a flash. A deep, heavy swallow sending the rest of that great, wiggling 240-plus-pound man-steak fully down into Reuben’s gut.
Zeke getting there, just in time, for the full mass of Tombstone to arrive. Excitedly, he read 95-inches unfed. Reuben’s usual girth, for the most part. As Tombstone thumped down behind that wall of fat and hair with a loud, wet slosh… it swelled, ever so briefly, to 99-inches.
Then, Reuben’s soft and flabby gut just withdrew. Hardly a groan of effort, as it shrank right back to 96-inches.
What a fucking cock-tease. Reuben’s gut easily cradling the great weight and girth of the big football jock. Despite the heavy wobble, Zeke knew not a squirm from Tombstone was escaping.
He’d seen enough full predator bellies to know what that properly looked like.
Zeke, almost to make sure there really was a big brute in there, shoved his ear against Reuben’s hefty gut. Wrapped his small arms – as best he could – around all the hairy flab he could manage. Until he’d shoved his own fuzzy chest against its heft. Reuben’s hands rubbing across both Zeke’s back and his own full gut. Idly licking his lips as he appreciated his boy and belly with equal amounts of affection.
Zeke moaning like the little belly-slave he was. Kneading that shapely, soft paunch between his arms and grabbing great-handfuls of love-handles, too. Moving his ear – even switching to the other, as though that might help – as he tried to listen for the no doubt bellowing, enraged Tombstone.
All he heard and felt was the rising churning of a full, fat belly. Lazily working away at a light snack, and with a needful rumble to still feed growing within.
“Shit, babe… you grew a whole inch – ”
Reuben let out short, guttural belch then. A slimy, yellowed jock flying out of his gullet and maw. Hitting the ground with a wet, pathetic plop.
The aftermath of that deep belch just made Zeke laugh.
“Make that negative one-inch!” Zeke said, grinning hugely up at his man. “I suppose we gotta find you big enough meals to actually make a lasting impact, huh?”
The fat Stoner just smiled lazily, while his stomach whined in agreement. “Guess I could eat some more, yeah…”
More, in this case, being an entire football team’s worth of big men.
The little belly-worshipper could only nod eagerly. “Well… most of my big guys aren’t in the dorm right now. I’m surprised Tombstone was around at all, to be honest! Thought he’d be at practice, or off eating twinks somewhere. Of course, maybe we could just stuff some of those gamers from the fourth floor in your belly! Jesse and his bunch are getting pretty fat and doughy, I bet they’d make a lunch! Now, just need to convince them to invite you over, and – ”
The Stoner just grunted and smiled. Only half listening to his little boyfriend. His feeder, and his cub, for a little over two and a half months now. Though they’d honestly known each other a lot longer, and had been enjoying each other’s company for well-over a year. Everything was just now official, Reuben supposed. Biggest difference between then and these last months, however, was Zeke eagerly planning his boyfriend’s entire day of gluttonous gorging.
Not that Reuben ever complained about the meals, but more the strict feeding schedule Zeke kept him on. He rarely got to sleep till nine in the morning anymore, for one. A real issue, for a fat and lazy Stoner who was used to getting up at two in the afternoon.
Yesterday, as Wednesday usually proved to be, had been pretty filling. Zeke getting Reuben to drag his fat, lazy ass out of bed to take him out to breakfast. Straight to Big Bubba’s Flapjacks, as Zeke had managed to acquire a gift card from somewhere. The little cub seemed to have a knack for acquiring them, and it was fortunate he did. Reuben was a truly gluttonous monster of a man.
Thankfully, the gift-card had been good for no less than five Super-Bubba-Mountain-Man-Special-Breakfasts.
Course, the expectation with that gift card, was that all but the most gigantic and starved glutton of a predator would order those breakfasts on separate days. Not all five at once. Like Zeke had happily ordered to an utterly flabbergasted waiter. The stocky brute having gone from looking at the little cub, then back to the fat and hairy Stoner sittin’ next to him, in complete disbelief.
Unable to comprehend the two of them ever eating all those pounds of food and men.
Which was pretty true. As Reuben had been the one who was gonna be eating all five breakfast feasts by his lonesome. No help needed at all. Which was why they were able to afford to stuff Reuben full… or nearly, anyway.
The fat Stoner had done his damndest to utterly gorge himself at the blue-collar diner. Devouring a dozen plates of knee-high, famous plater-sized flapjacks, mountains of bacon and sausages, 100-pounds of triple-A steak, over 200-eggs worth of ham and jalapeno-stuffed omelets, ten gallons of milk, three of black coffee, buttery biscuits upon biscuits drenched in heavy, artery-clogging gravy, with a dozen melons, two bushels of bananas, and a jug of orange juice to finish. His beer gut’s hungry whining hardly quieting much at all from devouring all that food.
Not even the three young, big buck truckers had succeeded in sating Reuben, either.
Reuben having snuck off after the first squat, burly trucker-bubba when the big fella had waddled off for men’s room. His own immense and full rock of a gut preceding that young and overfed stud impressively the whole way. That big fat fella had proven too much the young and prized boar for Reuben to ever willingly pass-up.
The fat Stoner had been busily sucking down those squat, brawny legs of his when another bigger and somewhat older trucker had lumbered in. Though he’d been more than content to just eat that first brute, with such a mouthful of tasty meat already in his jaws, the presentation of yet more was too damn tempting. Reuben had just grabbed and shoved that next big trucker on in with the first. Bearded jaws packed with the immense, brawny and gorged bulk of two big truckers, all at once. Yet, even as he was finally slurpin’ that second pair of longer, but no less beefy legs… another towerin’, fat-gutted brute had come in to take a piss, as well. Arguably, both the biggest of the bunch, the one having the most impressive gut, but also having surprisingly been the youngest of the truckers.
Well, Reuben had more than enough room for all those young, big and burly bubbas in his belly. Even if the third one had nearly as much fat and muscle on his bones as the first two combined.
In no time at all, Rueben had lumbered right back out of the men’s room. A far fuller and more jutting beer gut of his own surmounted his waist. Still, with only its own massive wobbling and girth apparent, though. Those young trucker bubbas, despite how big they was, completely lost in the hungry depths of Reuben’s belly.
Not even that mountain of lard that had been the diner’s head-cook Reuben had then devoured had done the trick, either.
From the men’s room, the gluttonous Stoner had immediately wandered into the diner’s backroom lounge. Following his nose, as he always did. Found the gargantuan fat beast of a cook passed out on the filthy couch in the lounge. Practically smothering the whole thing with his massive, blubber-choked frame. Snoring away like a grime-clogged big rig’s engine, and already sweating horrifically. Covered – no, basted – in his own oily, dripping sweat. Stinking of both unwashed man, baking grease, and just about every bit of food on Big Bubba’s world-famous menu.
Reuben completely unable to say no to such an utterly inviting meal. Had started at the cook’s grimy, massive slabs of feet, and managed to swallow the whole colossal hog of man without waking him. The giant fat beast had made a much more… substantial impact on Reuben’s belly. Probably would have even been able to see such a monstrous giant struggling even in Reuben’s cavernous stomach. Except, the fat brute had remained passed out throughout the whole ordeal.
And those were just the men that Zeke knew about. Reuben having a severe tendency to forget to mention just how many men were squirming about in his guts and bowels. Hell, if they weren’t real memorable sorts, was a damn good chance Reuben would flat-out forget about them.
All of those big bubbas combined making the fat Stoner’s already huge beer belly swell a good and full 35-inches extra. But, in the end, that bottomless gut of his had still had plenty of give to it. Those four manly brutes had even been digested to sludge before the coming feast of lumberjacks. Just big, tasty appetizers to Reuben, while still awaiting his massive order of man-cattle to arrive. Been rumblin’ away for more food, too. An amazing light course of food for Reuben, before he got started on the real meat of his breakfast.
Big Bubba’s signature burly, lumberjack man-cattle.
Literally, just an entire train of those hairy, bearded brutes. Even pressed plump, virile ball sacs to beefy and hairy buttocks, the line of men had stretched well back into the kitchen, and down into the basement cattle pens. Reuben had quickly changed that, though. Had just started cramming big, beefy and hairy bruisers down his gullet – often three or four mountainous men at a time. The line had started with the smallest lumberjacks on the menu. The 6’1 to 6’5 and 275-pounds of brawn apiece. Before growing to the 6’6 to 6’10 and 350-pound bruisers.
Topping off with the largest man-bulls the diner had in its pens, with the 7’0 plus and over 400-pound monster men lumbering along at the end.
The expectation being, that the predator would get slowed as the prey’s sizes and weights steadily increased. Reuben, however, had not stopped swallowing giant bruisers at all. Hardly more than a breather. Not content to stop until the last three pairs of gigantic, 20-size and multi-E work boots slipped down his gullet together.
Exactly fifty of those manly, hairy man-steaks had been thrashing about inside of his vast, bloated stomach. Taken all so quickly, that even Reuben’s voracious beer gut had been left lying on the floor between his feet. All those hairy bruisers, just that big and brawny and numerous enough to do it… for all of twenty minutes. Already churning and gurgling monstrously, Reuben’s beer gut had shrunk back before the naked eye.
That ravenous stomach of his already setting to the immense task of digesting all that roaring man-beef alive with gusto.
Bringing the total to 54 giant, manly brutes having been shoved inside of his stomach. The small mountain of flapjacks and a near two hogs worth of bacon, an afterthought in comparison. Reuben had finally left Big Bubba’s with a massive and brute-bloated beer gut heaving and rolling about in front of him. Zeke firmly attached, and giving a near full-body belly massage and rubdown to that hairy, mountainous mass. Causing Reuben’s stomach to digest all the faster, with his little belly-worshipper encouraging him along.
Within barely an hour, that mound of churning fat had shrunk to nearly half its post-gorged girth. While a deep, groaning grumble had started in his bowels from all that man-soup, bones and shit now filling it.
With Reuben actively asking Zeke when and what lunch would be. Huge stomach already whining and roaring for more.
The little chubby feeder having then happily taken his ravenous man to Papa Angus’ Burger Joint. Yet another gift-card burning a hole in his pocket. Begging to be used in its entirety to fill Reuben’s stomach. Only twenty bulls-worth, but on top of what he’d eaten earlier, and Reuben had left fairly sated.
A few ex-jocks gettin’ caught up in the hungry, feasting Stoner’s path helped, though. They’d been stuffing their own fat and gluttonous faces at Papa Angus’, too. Reuben hadn’t been able to help himself, really. Whenever one of those beer gutted frat-boys had left for the men’s room or to have a smoke… he’d been right on after them.
While Reuben’s dinner last night, in comparison, was considerable tamer. Their leftovers were even still scattered about Zeke’s floor. Kicked off so eagerly, often gathered in piles and corners. All those triple or even quadruple size shirts, cargo shorts, and briefs. Once belonging to ten hefty, hairy bear chubs, who had all come so willingly to feed Reuben’s bottomless hunger. As such, they hadn’t been what he’d call the most filling meal, normally. But on top of all else he’d consumed that day, it was more than enough to appease the Stoner’s immense appetite.
Given all the man-beef he’d eaten for breakfast and lunch… and the fat Stoner ended yesterday quite content.
Going to bed sated, and gut still bloated massively thanks to those big fat bears. Zeke always demanded an utterly engorged gut be on his boyfriend’s waist at bed time. The little cub intent on making Reuben’s beer gut all the wider and girthier. As big and fat as possible. With a truly monolithic, monster gut jutting forth and wobbling heavily on his middle. All the better to snuggle against, and spend hours worshipping, before falling asleep in Reuben’s smelly, hairy embrace. Zeke had still been ecstatic, despite the morning measurement of Reuben’s gut revealing that, once again, it just hadn’t been enough.
Not enough to make him grow a single inch more.
What day was it now? Thursday? That was often one of the lighter days – if, they stuck to Reuben’s usual feeding schedule. Usually, just forty or so ex-jocks or muscle-chubs, with perhaps the odd powerlifter. All those meals staggered throughout the day. Zeke either making arrangements for willing prey to come by and feed themselves to Rueben, or the Stoner just managed on his own. Needless to say, he was quite the successful hunter even before he met Zeke. The fact that his preferred prey was usually high, drunk, or horny most of the time and prone to gathering in large places in large groups… helped immensely.
Though usually, as all the past times had shown, those carefully arranged meal plans, feeding dates, and even parties were outright missed by Reuben. Far too absent-minded to ever follow instructions, at no real fault of his own. He was just very easy to distract and quite the free, gluttonous spirit. Prone to wandering off, and usually find meals on his own who were more than big and fillin’ enough. Just from simply wandering around the campus and encountering various men to eat.
On Thursday, breakfast was usually skipped to let Reuben sleep in for once. Zeke intentionally not feeding his man enough to fill him up. Fasting him quite cruelly sometimes. Keeping Reuben’s fat, horny ass in bed – very little persuasion needed – while occasionally rousing the big fat Stoner for some vigorous and very messy sex throughout the day. Probably, the only way to get Reuben to burn any calories at all.
All so that insatiable hunger would build-up even more. Zeke saving up the best prey for a truly gluttonous feast of men on Friday and the weekend. The little cub was a surprising party-animal. Had become quite talented at either getting himself or Reuben invited, or just plain arranging a great big feast all by himself.
All to help fill-up his boyfriend’s big fat tummy.
Zeke needed his man’s gut good and hungry for the feasts he now had to plan. If he ever hoped to keep Reuben from burning-off too many calories and properly gain weight and girth. The Stoner’s metabolism was truly something else. Despite the mountains of men arranged for Reuben to eat, Zeke had yet to make him grow past that 95-inches of gut lately. At least, permanently. The cub had seen that gut swollen to nearly 201-inches before, with nearly 80-plus men trapped within. Jocks, bears, powerlifters, and even super-chubs, all fed to Reuben’s bottomless hunger. Near all of them having been prey that Zeke had found and gathered for his man to gorge himself on.
With Reuben having gained perhaps 30-pounds and 20-inches of gut from all those men he’d devoured over the past two months. So many tonnes of burly, strugglin’ man-meat, and that was all he’d gained. Much to the little gut-feeder’s constant, joyful anguish.
Apparently, after years of making super-chubs out of even the skinniest twinks in mere weeks, Zeke was more than ready for a challenge.
Many of the little cub’s past and most successful gainers, not a one under 500-pounds, having now been fed – willingly or not – to his latest and greatest boyfriend. Including that gargantuan blob that had been Zeke’s prior lover and gainer. Yet another skinny 5’5 twink who’d’ been hardly 130-pounds, made into a near 800-pound super-chub in a little more than a month. Compared to Reuben, of course, he’d been a very dainty eater.
And Zeke still had more where they came from…
Thinking about all the loving feeding his boyfriend did for him, made Reuben pull Zeke into a big, smelly Stoner glomp. Shoving him once more against the big, pudgy beer gut that he loved so. Making the little belly-fiend immodestly sigh in delight. Even as Reuben reached down to grope the cub’s own smaller, doughier belly. Started at those soft, drooping love-handles before he made his way slowly forward. Zeke’s being very easy to squish and shove about, while the bigger man’s was comparatively more firm, if still plenty flabby.
“I ain’t the only one needin’ to eat more, babe…” Reuben said a little dreamily. “Hmm, you’d be so much more fun to play with, if ya had a nice fat vore belly all the time!”
The fat little cub was not even remotely as big as Reuben, and quite noticeably smaller. Already far below average height – 5’4 being generous – and at 210-pounds of soft, hairy pudge. Sporting a mere 45-inch and very chubby belly, with far plumper ass, thighs, and moobies. Distributing quite a lot of Zeke’s pudge across his whole short-stock frame. A complete lightweight, in comparison to his tall boyfriend. A good amount of that was simply from the difference in height. The rest, however…
By no means, was Zeke’s hunky lover the biggest guy around. Just made his sheer gluttony and ravenous appetite all the more impressive. Above average height, Reuben’s 6’2 frame made him plenty tall, dark and handsome to his shorter lover. Most hunky types loomed over Zeke, but his boyfriend managed in a way like no other. Reuben outright refusing to ever enter the gym. Ending up quite soft and flabby, at a weighty 330-pounds of thick fat. With most of that mass being from his immense, sagging beer gut. A vast, gluttonous love for eating in complete excess ensuring that fat gut stayed right where it was. The thing dominating his boyfriend’s midsection, jutting forward massively, while his plump ass domed out behind him. Thick, meaty thighs just as hefty, while Reuben’s hairy chest sagged with his own set of moobs. Each crowned with a ripe, hard nipple.
And hairy. Every inch of Zeke’s man was covered in thick, dark body-hair. A tangled mop of black curls – often tied into a sloppy man-bun – with a thick, full beard on his face. All that hair trapped and exuded the larger man’s manly musk and stink so potently. Never one for bathing, that constant man-stink surrounded him, and the cub loved Reuben all the more for it.
Beyond all of this, Zeke’s wonderful boyfriend just had a presence. Despite being so less built and muscular than many of those more brutish men. The moment he lumbered into a room, everything just seemed to shift. Everyone always felt it, but upon seeing the fat Stoner, rarely believed it. Just the mere thought of him…
Zeke just shuddered under that gaze. “I’ve been trying, bubba… but I just can’t eat as big as you.”
Reuben snorted at that. Making the little cub pout, and glare up at his man.
“Well… how the hell did you get so good at it!” Zeke accused.
Reuben just shrugged it off. “I ate a real big bruiser of a dude. Got hungry again, so I ate some more bigguns. Then ate some real big dudes after that, till I felt like I could eat a whole bunch of big dudes. Though, they were still pretty big. Once that happened, I got even hungrier, and kept eating dudes. Mostly big ones, but not always. Soon, I was eating even more guys than before – but not as much as I did later. Got really hungry right then, ya follow? Ate a real giant ‘bout then. Next thing ya know, I ate a whole bunch of really big guys after that, when – ”
“Okay! I get it!” Zeke yelled in frustration. “You eat until you can eat even more!”
Reuben gave a big, dumb grin then. “Yup!”
Zeke let out a suffering, but content little moan. “Just shut up and fuck me already…”
Reuben’s eyes lit up at that. He’d been every bit as hard and leaking as Zeke, with an almost comical looking tent jutting out beneath his gut’s wide overhang.
The bigger Stoner started stompin’ forward, making Zeke let out a yelp. Nearly bulldozed into ground, until his lover easily lifted him up and pressed the smaller cub against his hefty gut. Both big hands wrapped round and actively groping Zeke’s fat butt to support him. While the little belly-fiend just wrapped his arms and legs around that rotund, hairy mass of fat he loved so. Easily holding his little boy-toy there, Reuben bodily carried Zeke to his bed.
Well, their bed, now.
With a playful grin, Reuben belly bumped Zeke onto it. The cub landing on his back, but immediately flipping over onto his belly. Waggling his plump, luscious ass in his man’s face. Making Reuben groan and lick his lips, with a different sorta hunger now boiling about in his belly and loins. With a little effort, the horny Stoner managed to work his stolen workout shorts off. Let them drop to the ground in a tangled, sticky bundle as his long, girthy cock sprung free at once. Splattering thick seed across Zeke’s ass-cheeks and bed. Even as it continued to drip and leak more pre-cum onto the carpet, Reuben’s fat balls below swelled. Growing fatter and rounder, bigger than melons, as his loins readied themselves for the coming fuck-fest.
Another thing that Zeke loved about his man, were those huge and over virile loins of his. Definitely, one of the biggest cocks the little cub had ever ridden, while those hefty balls of Reuben’s had yet to ever run out on him.
Lifting up his fat gut out of the way, the Stoner made his way closer. Smearing his fat cockhead across Zeke’s tight pucker, getting a healthy gob of slimy cum on it for lube, Reuben then thrust forward. Ramming his thick shaft on in, with a deep and erotic moan from both of them. Pushing forward for a good while to properly bury his entire horse-like length into his cub’s hole. He eventually got to the hilt, with Zeke having long been moaning and begging for more. Writhing on the bed and speared with that thick, meaty cock.
Reuben paused only then to lay his massive gut down on Zeke’s back, before he got pumping away.
Thoroughly trapped beneath the mass of his man’s belly, Zeke hunkered down. Eyes closed and biting his lip. Eagerly taking and enjoying the savage rutting that was descending on his tender, chubby rear. Reuben was, ultimately, an utterly uncoordinated and ungainly fuck to ride. Randomly stopping to change positions, or do the strangest of sexual things. Prolonging the entire rut sessions he had with Zeke for hours some nights.
Zeke loved him for the unpredictability. But if they were gonna keep to their lunch plans, he’d have to work to milk his man’s load out of him. Little, pleading whimpers escaping the little cub, as he egged on his lover to take what was his. With the fat stoner doing just that.
Over and over. One orgasm was quickly followed by a second, with the third coming not long after. Each a veritable fire-hose blast of hot, slimy seed being loosed into Zeke’s bowels. Pumping gallons of cum into his little cub, until Zeke’s own soft belly was tight as a drum and swollen into a perfectly rounded, sloshing ball. Reuben only stopping his heavy rutting, so that he could lean down and noisily clean his cub’s backside. Slurping across those plump buttcheeks, and even rimming the raw and pulsing hole of Zeke’s well-used hole.
Only to ram himself right back in.
Sometime later – possible minutes or hours, Zeke no longer knew or cared – having drawn his cock out to once again change positions, Reuben was more than able to keep going… but a musky, stanky smell wafted under his nose. Made his fat gut give out a needy whine, then a deep rumble.
Zeke became caught up in waggling his plump and cum-dripping ass. Thinking Reuben was just standing there, drooling like he often did at the sight. Took Zeke a while to realize a certain lack of heavy, labored breathing in his room.
Down the halls, a couple of frat-boys started hollering and hooting obnoxiously. Though right across from Zeke’s room, they were mostly yelling in panicked terror. Considering how many other predators lived in this damn dorm, neither event was all that uncommon. You just got use to all the noise, and learned to block it all out… then a thunderous belch rocked the floor. One that only a handful of predators could ever hope to even come close to matching…
And only one that could ever produce it.
Swinging his head around, still on his belly and presenting, Zeke saw that his lover wasn’t behind him anymore. Hell, the fucker wasn’t even in the room!
“No-no-nonono-NO! Stop, you can’t-MURGH!” One deep-voiced bro bellowed, before gettin’ cut-off.
A series of deep gulps came from across the hall – from one of the dorm’s community lounges. With a few panicking frat-boys left in it, from the sounds of it.
Reuben was taking his time, then.
With a pained sighed, Zeke slid off the bed with some effort. Not only his cum-bloated belly making waddling around difficult, but his fat little cock was still bobbing heavily as he made his way out into the hallway. Ignoring the few bros hanging halfway out of their rooms in either curiosity or fear, Zeke made his way into the floor’s community room.
The cub entering just in time to see two pairs of big and hairy feet slip down his man’s gullet, while a third was nosily slurped in between his fat buttocks. Reuben standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by now discarded, soon-to-be ownerless clothing. Mostly muscle-shirts, cut-offs and jocks. Now very much emptied of the ten or so bros who’d been hanging out in the dorm’s lounge. Their own feast of pizza and man-bulls evident, from the huge number gutted boxes and discarded, advertisement-ladled briefs littering the floor.
Someone having ordered quite a few party-pleasers from a local pizzeria, it appeared.
Reuben’s gut, after such a short feast, finally looking properly swollen. Even some faint struggles were seeable beneath all that thick, hairy fat of his. Zeke guessing, with his long-practiced eye, that Reuben’s gut had grown a good 20-inches or so. Watching it sag toward the ground and wobble heavily with its cargo of trapped and lively frat-boys within. The fat Stoner it belonged to having started picking amongst the discarded clothes of his many prey.
Reuben pausing only to let out another guttural, thunderous belch. Enough force behind it, that in a spray of thick drool, three underwear jocks were blasted up out of his gullet. All of them, splattering against the far wall with a wet, sticky plop.
A surprising sight, as most things that went down the fat Stoner’s gullet rarely came back up.
A dumb grin on his face the whole time, Reuben finally picked out a t-shirt large enough to fit him. Not be too restricting, or likely to tear. Plus, a pair of sweatpants that might contain his plump ass and horned up loins.
“I’m goin’ for a smoke, babe.” Reuben rasped out, even as he lumbered over and glomped his lover. “Where do ya wanna meet for lunch? I’m real hungry…”
Held in that embrace, Zeke could easily feel the faint struggles come from within his man’s immense beer gut. Was just enough fat and beefy bros within trying to escape for such an occurrence. If, not for much longer. No doubt, howling in panic as they kicked and punched away at the stomach walls. The rising churn of digestion was the only audible noise coming from those depths, though.
Zeke just sighed, but couldn’t help but grin, too. Living with Reuben was never dull, that was for sure. Antics like this weren’t even remotely uncommon, and in some ways, made it all the more special.
Blue-balls, or no.
“Oh, I have a few ideas in mind… do you like curry?” Zeke asked with a faint grin.
Reuben’s eyes lit-up at that. His love of scalding, spicy food nearly matched the one he had for burly, squirming ex-jocks.
Helped that the two went so damn well together.
“Alright, muh bros!” Someone suddenly hollered behind the pair. “I got the beer, the pizza, the man-beef, and round three of… our… the fuck?”
Zeke and Reuben finally taking their eyes off each other, as a big, bearded and very confused frat-boy came lumbering into the room. To be honest, he didn’t look the smart-sorts in the first place, anyway. But that was your average ex-jock, anyway. Big beer kegs under either huge arm, which were nearly as big and heavy looking as his own keg of beer gut. While about another four big frat-boys followed along behind him. Boxes of pizza stacked in their beefy arms, while they also led another group of squat, pudgy man-bulls in behind them.
A veritable feast… for most men.
Zeke just sighed. Started towards the community lounge’s exit, walking right past the confused frat-boys and man-bulls. The group far more busy staring at all the giant mess in the room, littering the floor. Zeke more than aware, of just what his man was gonna keep on doin’.
“Don’t take too long with that smoke of yours, babe! Or that curry trip is gonna turn into dinner!”
Zeke only grinning faintly, as the noise of gluttonous feasting and panicking prey kicked up once more in the lounge. The lil’ cub barely reaching his own, and just as he was closing the door, a final thunderous belch rocked the dorm building again.
I just can’t seem to stop going back to Reuben. He’s just so much fun to write, as I love random acts of public vore! And it makes so much sense for his character to go and do ‘em to, because… well, he’s such an absent-minded predator! Once a thought to eat a man, or a whole crew of bruisers pops into his head, then they get ate real fast!
Nearly as much as I do weight-gain and belly-worship. Two things I feel my writing has been very lacking in.