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Offline FoeHammer

Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« on: May 13, 2019, 06:03:37 PM »
**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.

If simply reading this turned you on, then this is a story for you!
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With every throbbing clench, that thick ring of flesh puckered and tightened. Throbbed powerfully, before rippling as it released. All came together in a barrage of slimy and greasy squelches, repeated over and over. Folds of wrinkled flesh glistening and dripping with heady, musky sweat. Lazily flexing around the man’s grizzled face – almost like it was chewing. Leaving him drenched and dripping. Slicking him up, even as he continued to be engulfed into that bottomless pit of a manhole.

He’d been taken feet first, and now only his head remained unclaimed.

Fat donut of wrinkled muscle greedily closed up around his strong and solid jaw. Quivered at the prickle of all that thick and rough stubble blanketing his face. At the same time, the man’s forehead and teary eyes were covered up by the meaty anus. Continuing – utterly unstoppable – to rush up past his handsome cheeks, and then force his wide-open mouth shut. Cutting the man off mid cry, forcing him to bite down on his own howl of release. Turning it into a muffled whimper as he finally disappeared.

The fat, fleshy anus seemed almost to mull over its catch. Quiver and throb with lazy effort, even as it held an entire 6’ and 280-pound man’s beefy bulk inside. His broad and stubbled face still rested against it, making the plump donut bulge outward.

A final slow clench removed that pressure. The studly man swallowed away with that last possessive pull. His already faint whimpers rapidly faded away, pulled an inch deeper into those cavernous bowels with every clench. Eventually, allowed that huge, fat anus to relax and part open once more.

Like the bud of a flower, it gaped wide, but only slimy rectal walls lay within. More than wide and deep enough for yet another man’s head to fit inside….

Clamping shut into an immense and wrinkled fist of a pucker. Tensed up, even as a pair of colossal ass-cheeks rolled back into place. Smothering that ravenous manhole away again. Back in the deep, grimy insides of a cavernous gorge of ass-crack. Surmounted on either side by a pair of deliciously wide, smooth and juicily huge, fat buttocks. So thick and so plump, that not so much as a moan could escape from between them. The older stud being completely engulfed within that huge ass and the great tract of bowels it guarded. Both great mounds of fat bouncing and quivering in delight at devouring such a hearty and very lively meal. Each shift of immense weight and lazy movement of that magnificent ass’ owner making all that fat wobble deliciously.

All this time, a once doughy and sagging fat belly had been growing bigger and wider. Groaned and gurgled lazily, even as its girth steadily expanded in almost every direction. As that whole meaty man was stuffed within, that already jutting belly became an even heavier and actively wiggling vore-gut. Making the buttons of a concealing dress-shirt strain more and more to cover its growing mass. The supple and hairy flesh more than pliable enough for lumps and bumps of that lone studly occupant to be seen. To jiggle and move as the grizzled and muscular man squirmed about inside.

Nick still letting out hefty, lecherous grunts. His big, portly body did its voracious work, and he enjoyed every second of it. His grunting only deepened, as he tried to cover his fat ass back up. Making all of his fat rolls and quivering insides roil with those added struggles.

Tossed both his heavy belly and the man inside like a toy. Which just made Nick pant with pent-up need as he felt – with both his hands and insides – every quiver of his pudge and the live meal within it.

Pulling his dress slacks back up over his wide and plump ass was never an easy feat at any time. Trying to stuff his huge ass back into his trousers always proved difficult. The act just seemed to make those hefty mounds of ass-cheeks jiggle with a mind all their own. All that thick, doughy ass-fat just refusing to be packed away. Entire folds, rolls and bulges managing to escape back out into the open air all on their own.

Even without giving his ass a workout by slurping up an entire beefy man between his cheeks, Nick was already facing a daunting challenge. Gigantic rear-end always stuck far enough to make its own shelf. Where it always caught the eye, and even most corners or loose objects… but the men, especially.

Pretty much how Nick had caught the lustful eye of that desperate and horny old jock.

A muscular, tanned and excruciatingly handsome ol’ stud of a manly man. Despite all his age and the many past conquests over it, the old hunk had fallen instantly in love with Nick’s mountainous ass. Popped an instant leaking boner just at the mere sight. Fat horse-cock creating an immense tent at the older man’s groin. Desperately trying to push free from the confines of his tight shorts. Leaking a small trail of pre across the ground as he approached, the studly fella had quickly swaggered up behind Nick.

Without any word, he’d gotten real handsy with the larger, chubbier young man. Had pressed himself bodily up against Nick’s pudgy backside with little more than an undulating moan of need. Practically subsumed his hard, muscular frame into Nick’s soft fat. Only stepping back to free his throbbing erection from its prison. Instantly, the entire foot-long cock had swung up to smack against the old stud’s hard abs. Nearly reaching the crevice of his big, beefy pecs.

Eagerly sliding that long, long and girthy cock shaft up through that cavernously wide and deep crevice of plump ass.

Hadn’t even shoved his slab of meat into Nick’s pucker, and in fact, hadn’t been able to even find it. Already that cock had nearly gone and disappeared almost entirely between the taller chub’s voluptuous cheeks. Unable to find his mark, the man had resorted to begging. Utterly desperate to shove every inch of his throbbing horse-meat on into those depths.

Perhaps it wasn’t that surprising. Even given how well-hung and beefy as he’d been, the old jock’s head had just barely reached Nick’s sagging chest. The soft slope of the tall chub’s thick neck and heavy shoulders had been even more well-above the preening old stud.

But Nick had happily complied with his prey’s demand. Casually bumped the older man off him. The lazy hip-check had sprawled the old jock out, as Nick’s almost 400-pound bulk was put to good use. Pulled down his dress pants, squatted down over the floored man’s big, meaty feet…

And not even five minutes later, the hung old jock was now busily jacking-off deep within Nick’s huge, fat belly. Imprisoned and being bodily squeezed through another man’s entire intestinal tract. Alive, while moaning and bucking like a wild stallion.

In for a long, slimy, hot and dark ride. Nick loved keeping men trapped within his ass and belly all day. Always, taking the time to play with them.

He let loose a blast of hot, stinking air out of his ass. Making the old jock squirm and spasm as his whole cramped world shook. With Nick just sighing blissfully at the release of gas and tension from within his expansive bowels. The tall chub patted over the man-filled swell of his big gut. Less to calm its lone occupant, and more to tell his belly another job well done.

Ending with a hard, juicy gut-smack. A very thorough signal for ‘em to get to work.

“That’s it, ya tasty ol’ morsel. Keep squirmin’ for me, while I go find you a playmate… heck, who am I kiddin’, I’ll find ya three more ‘fore ya kick it!” Nick chuckled throatily at his own foreboding words.

“Oh, good! You’re finally done! Does that mean you can go back to work now?”

Nick turned to look down at his shorter workmate. Bearded face still red and with just a sheen of sweat on his brow. Still huffing lowly, as he tried to collect himself.

Barry currently leaning over the surface of his clerk’s counter. Looking the long way up at Nick. A decidedly unimpressed glint in his eyes.

They’d been in the middle of some serious workplace talk, when that grizzled old jock had come up and interrupted them. Nick, instantly distracted, had eagerly set to shoving the entire hornily babbling old stud up his ass. Using Barry’s little clerk desk as cover for his voracious little bit of ass-feeding.

As the shorter cub could attest, it was a fairly common occurrence these days. His clerk station was one of the most common places for such vorish fiascos.

God knows, he had enough stains on the carpet to prove it.

The desk was fairly large. Having originally been meant for three or four clerks at a time, and thus good for hiding behind. But Barry imagined that it was more due to the nearness of the mall entrance.

Wasn’t even the store’s main entrance, but that didn’t stop people from making use of it. Of course, they never came through in groups larger than five. Enabled a hungry man to peruse all the potential meals that came in. Either walking, strutting, waddling or lumbering, there was a perfect choice of prey for even the most picky of men. And like most hungry predators, they couldn’t help but grab the best-looking prey right then and there.

Employees throughout the store loved to catch and eat their meals at Barry’s little counter. Nick was obviously the guiltiest and most frequent culprit. Sometimes, he would even drag men across the entire store. Leading them on, just a little juicy ass waggle for incentive, to make use of the surprisingnly large and spacious cover.

Nick was also the most frequent, given his long friendship with Barry.

Back then, maybe a year ago now, Nick had been a much shier and a more reserved boy. That hefty and portly build had always kept him shy, while his tall height had made hiding in any crowd impossible. Nick had grown-up big and fat, always at the unwanted center of attention wherever he went. All the while, he never really learned to properly cope with his hefty size, with the resulting clumsiness not doing his nerves any favors.

That, and everyone had assumed he’d eat them as so much as look at them. Leaving the tall chub with a rather lonely childhood, barring Barry and a few other such strange outcasts.

After wandering aimlessly for a year after high school, the two had enrolled in college and gotten their respective jobs at G.H. Harrington eventually. The two young men had pretty much started worked together this entire time.

Then, due to a sudden mass vacancy, Nick had been forced to join the store’s sports department. Despite his concerns and issues with past bullies, Nick had proven very popular with the men who frequented it. Men of all ages took a shine to him, but especially the older sorts. Various former jocks, who had grown into dedicated sportsman, fishers, hunters and gun-enthusiasts, came by for the sporting goods… but had always ended up staying for, and eventually inside, a certain big fat chub’s ass.

Either over the course of many visits, or just at first sight, many of them had fallen in love with that magnificently juicy and huge rump of Nick’s. So much, that they had wanted nothin’ more than to thoroughly enjoy and explore its immense twin girths and singular, abyssal depth. Either with the full girth of their hard, leaking cocks while they rutted themselves silly, or through a sound tongue licking and tasting that’d make most men blush.

Always, they’d end up desperately beggin’ Nick to sit his massive, juicy ass-buns down on their eager faces. All the better to be sealed in with and enjoy that fine rump.

Despite all Nick’s warnings or escape attempts back then, those over-eager and horny men had refused to backdown. Always, tracked Nick to the stores farthest corners. They’d thought themselves just that strong, or perhaps burly enough that they could resist its ravenous grasp. Nick had even resorted to pleading with those men, but so few had ever been in the mind to stop and listen.

As he’d more than known it would, his ass had done the rest.

One after another, completely willing or not, man after man had been consumed by that insatiable rump. Having once been a very infrequent predator, Nick’s expansive stretch of bowels had been pushed to their limits in those days. Sometimes, he’d spend weeks coming to work with a huge, overhanging gut. One already packed full of men, with many still alive and moving. All leftovers from his other days at works. Stomach bloated massively and tight as a drum, larger than a party-sized beach ball. Hanging down past his knees while jutting well over 4-feet out. Pushed to the limit to contain all that thrashing and moaning man-beef within its pudgy depths.

Until now, hardly a year later, that gluttonous diet had finally done its damage. Eventually, his stomach and ass had accommodated, as well as his appetite. Now, Nick was a ravenous, man-devouring predator. No longer blushing shyly and gasping cutely anymore. Now, entire muscly jocks or brutish hunters were an expected and common meal to be slurped up his ass.

Now, Nick actively craved them. No longer strained or worried over either the number or girth of the men he had roiling about in his guts. Instead of pain and embarrassment, Nick took immense pleasure and pride in waddling around for an entire week with a bellyful of men.

Besides the growth of his gut and rump, the result of all that rampant feasting had done wonders for Nick’s confidence. Just the way the tall fatboy now carried himself alone had changed. No longer hunched over, like he was impossible trying to make himself smaller, or comically hide behind an inevitably shorter crowd. His dress had changed as well. Gone were the baggy hand-me down clothes that hid his pudgy physique. Only fitted dress-shirts and slacks were worn at work now, all the better to show off his plump belly and plumper ass. He now sported a tight crew-cut most days, while even Nick’s beard had grown fuller and more thickly. Made his jaw seem both larger and stronger already. Within a few more months, it’d likely be a full and handsomely manly affair.

Beyond what he’d gained in his big ass, Nick hadn’t really put on much more muscle. He’d never been much for working out to begin with. Yet, beefy and well-hung men constantly assaulting one’s ass did wonders for the glutes. While afterwards, feeding all those meat-head jocks and manly outdoors-men on in did the rest.

Nick had steadily gained weight from such hearty prey, and as his great mound of flabby gut and huge, sagging man-tits could attest, he’d long since left merely chubby behind.

Nick was fat, and frankly speaking, the young chub was quite proud of that.

While Barry had stayed the same average-sized and merely chubby cub. Modestly thick built, he was naturally heavy-set with a wide ass and belly but had yet to truly fill out his frame fully. Barry was quite doughy, with soft and jiggling moobs surmounting his chest, with equally soft arms and legs. Only made thick because of his soft pudge, which was really denoted by a modest hint of a belly on his waist. Most of Barry’s mass had seemed to settle in his thighs, ass and love-handles. Which, given the somewhat baggy dress clothes he wore, was mostly out of sight anyway. Barry’s hair was left long enough to comb into style, while his own facial hair was still quite scraggly. Leaving him an utterly cute and soft cub of a man, and much less threatening looking than a taller man like Nick.

What Barry had always lacked in height or bulk, he’d always managed to make up for in attitude. Never one to let himself or close friends get pushed around or eaten off-hand. He’d honestly been so successful at avoiding or driving off potential predators simply by the levels of scathing sarcasm he could unleash on them.

Course, this also meant most potential prey got driven off, too.

The cub didn’t quite enjoy the same gluttonous and beefy diet because of it.

Both Barry and Nick’s eyes going down as they heard a muffled grunt of release. The tall chub’s fat ball of belly bounced and spasmed as the horny old jock within finally climaxed. Slowly settled down… only to start squirming all over again. That whole flabby mound of gut swaying and bouncing once more. Its occupant right back to feverously masturbating again.

No doubt, he’d still be happily at a week from now.

Nick already biting his lip in pleasure. Standing all the straighter and tenser as his tasty belly-boy drove lances of hot, voluptuous delight through his broad waistline. The chub pressing himself forward against the clerk’s counter to hide the vast bulge of his own swelling loins. A stumpy but no less fat and log-thick, meaty cock, with a bowling-ball sized nut-sac snuggly tucked in below.

Quickly making an already blatant bulge turn into obvious curves of cock and balls. A wet, oozing black-stain growing at Nick’s heavily packed crotch. A vast, doming bulge to press up against the larger, livelier wiggling one above.

“Damnit, Nick, it’s not even lunchtime!” Barry complained. “Couldn’t you just take him to the men’s room? The changing rooms?”

That got a rise outta Nick. The bigger man choking back a curse.

Both he and Barry lookin’ around the department store in sudden worry. Not quite sure who they were more afraid of upsetting.

One of their managers, or some little old lady wandering on through.

“Because I prefer to be the one doing the eating!” Nick shot back knowingly. “Have you seen those places? Just mobbed by bored old husbands, lookin’ to get their rocks off and fill their guts! I’d be daddy-fat before the end of the hour – if I was lucky! Or they’d just take turns ridin’ muh fat ass until I couldn’t even walk again!”

Barry just turned away with a huff. Flabby arms crossed over his own smaller and modest belly. Decidedly unimpressed with Nick’s complaint. Honestly, they’d both done pretty well at avoiding such an unfortunate fate.

After all, even if they were let go, their quivering asses and aching backs would take weeks to recover. Not to mention getting rid of the musky, overwhelming dad smell.

“Eating jocks behind my clerk’s counter – literally, smack-dab at the entrance of our store – is not a decent alternative!” Barry countered smugly. “You should know better.”

The cub promptly going back to his little terminal. Typing away and blatantly ignoring his larger coworker.

Though he wanted to fight back, Nick just rolled his eyes and huffed to himself. Sullenly crossed his large arms over his big, wiggling gut. Frankly, he rather not get another lecture from Barry about the department’s predation policy. Settled to glare out into the store’s depths… only to grin.

Nick had spotted something, or better put, someone who’d take Barry’s mind off his own predations.

Quite handily, given this hungry bastard.

***
So, we’ve kinda gone back in time for this story. Back to when Barry had a much different attitude about Vore.

Also, he worked retail! D:

There’re a few other details I’m sure I’m missing… but I imagine they’ll pop-up eventually.

Anyway, Nick kinda took over this part. He was meant to be a one-off, but I took a liking to him… for obvious reasons, I’d think. I’m sure this won’t be his last cameo.

Offline NomNom

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #1 on: May 14, 2019, 11:09:40 AM »
Mmmmm manly and hot as always! The idea of nick, a man who can make short work of the most athletic men, could be instantly and casually turned into a meal and belly fat for another daddy us so hot to me. Honestly, i feel that the greatest strengths of your writing is the world building through sexy descriptions alone, giving us a hot world.

Offline voreboy111

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #2 on: May 14, 2019, 12:33:30 PM »
Well done! Another impressive and hot story! I really like Nick and can't wait to see more of this glutton!
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-Mel Brooks


Or into an open mouth ;)

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Offline FoeHammer

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #3 on: May 18, 2019, 12:34:46 AM »
***
Nick lazy reached one long arm over to smack Barry’s shoulder. Easily get the smaller cub’s attention, while remaining out of range. Ignoring a quick and vitric rebuttal, the taller chub just subtly nodded his head. Bearded chin pointing out into the store. Through the lines of clothing, Barry couldn’t spot what had caught Nick’s eye.
 
Instead, a brawny bear of a handsome, studly man distracted him.
 
Already being a big and beefy musclebear was more than enough to catch Barry’s eye. With an expansive breadth of powerful shoulders, immense chest surmounted with mountainous, beefy pecs and gigantic, powerful arms swinging at his sides. Yet, it was the bear’s sense of style that ensured the young cub’s favorable attention. An obvious gentleman of a rugged manly man, who was approvingly fastidious about his appearance and garments. The brawny bear being dressed in a lovely and absolutely pristine business-suit.
 
A rich dark blue G.H. Harrington winter-line. One of their most classy pieces of custom ware, even without the added platinum buttons and filigree thread. Fresh from the tailors, and most likely, tailored and bought this very day. Giving the already handsome bear a stately and professional look of wealth. One that would turn any man or women’s head, while making both their hearts and wallets hurt.
 
Likewise, the specialized fabric the suit was made of could stretch and expand with their owner’s appetite. Keep modest even the biggest gut or set of loins around, within reason. And though the bear was of a modest, but quite solid-looking belly-girth, his groin was… quite healthily well-filled. Enough to jut out a good half-foot more than even his barreled muscle-gut. The heavy mound of manhood being lazily bounced between those two powerful trunks of thighs.
 
While the Punk walking towards the bear could hardly even be described as dressed!
 
Clothes all tattered and filthy, ancient rags. His rock band shirt was relatively intact, if grimy and encrusted with old grease and obviously dried cum. Practically a tank-top on him as well, with a hugely fat and sagging potbelly stuck almost three-feet from his waist. While his jeans seemed more scraps than an actual pair of pants.
 
Barry getting particularly offended once he saw the state of the Punk’s crotch. It was completely torn open! Right from the top of his back and back under through the seat. Allowing an entire set of immense loins to hang out in the open air. Shoved through the gaping hole, both fat balls bounced from thigh to thigh while his cock was semi-hard and dripping. Thick, uncut head swaying down below the punk’s knees.
 
He obviously didn’t care about the public setting, or the store’s dress policies, for that matter.
 
One couldn’t blame Barry for initially fixating on the two men’s current dress. Clothes were his job, after all. But as the hungry predator neared, the prey either unaware or uncaring… the maneater made his move… well, Barry immediately became aware of the situation.
 
Every nearby man and woman did, too.
 
Once close enough, the tall and burly bear was grabbed by that scrawny, filthy punk. Despite the great difference of height, weight, age and brawny bulk, the larger man was completely unable to resist his devourer. Even if he hadn’t been ambushed, it was more than obvious who was the stronger. Bearded head yanked down with enough force to put the big bear on his hands and knees with a resounding thump.
 
Even Barry felt the ground shake, and he was some twenty-feet away.
 
One savage groin thrust later, and the burly man was done for. Already forced halfway down the punk’s swollen column of cock-shaft within seconds. The sheer act of which causrd enough pressure to blast a streak of slimy punk jizz across both the floor, and the bear. Slathering and greasing the poor brute up as it soaked him from head to toe. Despite that massive cock’s own girth and that manly bear’s bulk, a single throbbing flex raised them both into the air. Swinging that whole burly man up to be kept at a tilted, 45-degree angle. Just far enough away from the ground to deny him any potential leverage. Immense and strong legs left to kick and fail in the air uselessly.
 
And with that, the bearish prey was soundly captured. With only a faint grin, rubbing mockingly at the bulge of the roaring bear’s head, the Punk then bodily carried his cock-meal off. Heading back towards the nearby aisle of men’s underwear that he’d ultimately emerged from. Stripping away the bear’s lovely new suit as he went. Carelessly tossing the scraps onto the floor. The rich cloth torn-up like old food wrappings and made soppy with thick, slimy cum. Quickly leaving the hairy and muscular bulk of the manly bear naked.
 
Only the Punk’s thick slurry of cum left to drip off in fat globs and thick strings.
 
Wide shoulders, powerful chest and bulging muscle-gut already completely engulfed by that veined mass of hungry, feasting manhood. Stretched tightly and pulsing with effort around all that hoary bulk of real man. Constricting the burly musclebear until every curve of solid muscle was outlined by its supple flesh. Broad shoulders and big arms the most obvious. The solid and rounded keg of the bear’s muscle-gut made the most distinctive and largest bulge inside that voracious cock.
 
The bear would be completely crammed inside his destination within minutes. A pair of already fatly bloated and loud, busily churning balls dangling heavily below. Easily sagging down to the knees with their gallons of thick spunk contained within. Already gorged on long liquidated prey. There were obvious hard along the hairy scrotum’s underside, that upon closer examination, were obvious bones. Big, solid bones at that. Femurs, pelvises, ribs and even a skull were all obvious and had yet to digest. The beefy flesh of at least five men now just thick, thick cum bloatin’ those swollen tankers. Without much doubt at all, they were a couple more equally big and bearish men – just like the scrawny punk’s current beefy cock-meal.
 
It took a moment for Barry to realize it, but the bear was struggling the whole way down. The poor brute was just so overpowered, and pinned so easily, that his struggles were useless. Maddened flailing honestly looking more like he was trying to work his way into those rank depths willingly. Not that it would have mattered much what the bear did. He was already down past the virile heft of his own hung manhood, with both his fat cock and big balls spasming as the bear orgasmed hard. Even as they spasmed and contorted, both meaty, beautifully muscled and bulky buttocks were worked in next. Soon, with just burly legs and wide feet left, yet the big fella was still trying to escape.
 
Through his own enjoyment of the hairy brute, the Punk noticed Nick and Barry watching him. After a second of shock at being seen, he put on a look of smug guiltiness. Like a school-boy caught stealing a cookie, but only after just crumbs were left.
 
Not after shoving a near 6’5 and 330-pound bubba bear down his cock, until only the poor brute’s hairy toes were left.
 
Scuzzy was a common enough sight throughout the entire mall. The scrawny, potbellied punk pretty much considered the whole five-story shopping super-plex as his. A small, but enjoyable corner of vast hunting grounds. Certainly, most of the security guards had learned to steer clear of the ravenous punk.
 
The few ones still left, anyway. Given the Punk’s past track record, and anti-authoritarian reputation, most of ‘em weren’t long for remaining employed as security in the mall.
if his past gloating was anything to go by, Scuzzy wanted nothing more than to shut the entire mall down. Not for any reason, except that he easily could. Apparently, devouring entire buildings full of men was a family tradition for the Punk’s male relatives. Not caring at all if they caused entire communities to descend into complete, red-zone anarchy.
 
Just meant that they had more prey to eat.
 
Ultimately, Scuzzy’s actions didn’t quite line-up with his boasting. He was obviously far too lazy to go about starting any revolutions. That said, despite his scrawny size, Scuzzy could effortlessly pack away an entire football team of big, burly goons.
 
Had, in fact, devoured plenty of athletic teams. Dozens of times already, and that was just this year.
 
From said giant and burly football teams, to wrestlers, swimmers and ever track teams, too. Them, and far more had gone down into his slavering gullet and the merciless, bottomless pit he called a stomach below. Turn right around, and shove yet another two teams’ worth of big men into either fat, bloated ball. Then afterwards, he’d still manage to waddle off with his gorged gut and ball sac both dragging on the floor. Right on down to the food-court for yet another round of rampant gorging.
 
Rarely finding a need to purchase any food, man-cattle or not, given all the perfectly fat and stuffed prey waddling around for him to eat.
 
However, Scuzzy wasn’t quite the apex predator of the mall as he’d like to be, either.
 
With the big prey now completely sheathed within his cock shaft, the Punk then sauntered off. Loins engorged with live, thrashing musclebear. Despite the bulky size and weight of that cock meal, his huge cock only bobbed and swayed so heavily from its own feasting spasms. Rarely dipping low enough to thump the ground and smear a small puddle of cum across it. Scuzzy taking the bear deeper into the store’s underwear aisle. Finish off stuffing the big man down his cock in private… but the two clerks weren’t the only ones to have seen Scuzzy feeding.
 
Yet another tall and burly bear had also been watching with a keen interest. He was even bigger than the musclebear had been, with about another decade or two in age. Not just larger in height and bulk either, cause the silver bear had quite the solid gut on his broad waist too. The huge older man having already popped a massive boner that tented out his dress-slacks hugely. Completely enraptured with watching Scuzzy devour that entire burly bear with his cock. He’d been unknowingly feeling himself up – especially the solid and jutting curve of his own gut and loins. Obviously, deciding that he was more than ready, and that he might have found a true and proper set of balls that could hold his well-aged bulk. Heedlessly swaggering in after Scuzzy with plenty of manly pride added to his heavy, ground-eating gait.
 
The silver daddy bear knew he was a damn fine and appetizingly hefty catch. Most preds would not just fight over him, but savor every hoary, aged, and musky inch of his manly and powerful body if they got a hold of him. Let alone, had such a beefy old bear decide to just feed himself to them.
 
In moments, a pair of furry and tree-trunk thick legs were lifted straight up into the air. Both ending with a huge, solid foot the size of a small boat-oar. They flailed in the air uselessly, throwing both those weathered old sandals away. Naked, leathery slabs of feet curling until every crease was seen. Then tensed until every fat and meaty toe was splayed out wide. Brawny and powerful legs shot up straight, as the old silver bear blatantly lost himself in a powerful and body-wracking orgasm. For just a moment, those powerful columns of legs and huge feet just hung there over the aisles. From the slow, almost throbbing rise and fall of them, Scuzzy had only paused his feast to gulp down the no doubt mighty and immense release of old daddy bear cum. Now freely flowing down his gullet, until every drop was drained from that bear’s virile old sac.
 
Unbeknownst to anyone in the store of course, the silver bear had no sons or brothers of his own. The old man having literally just thrown his entire future bloodline down some scrawny punk’s gullet. Such a fine and manly heritage of virile and powerful men it could have been, too.
 
With a slow, jerky series of motions, those hefty legs quickly slipped down back out of sight. Hardly a few seconds later, a solid belch echoed out of the underwear aisle.
 
Barry scowling hard the entire way through the whole vorish fiasco. Obviously, he’d like nothing more than to go and give Scuzzy a piece of his mind… but had escaped the Punk one too many times to ever try that again. After the fifth time, he’d finally learned his lesson.
 
Meanwhile, Barry could feel Nick looked down at him with a smug grin.
 
“See? I’m tame by comparison!” The tall chub finally said.
 
Barry just snorted. “Not by much…”
***
 

Offline NomNom

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #4 on: May 19, 2019, 12:38:16 AM »
damn i was hoping that last bear would put that punk in his place! lol

Offline Mukcub

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #5 on: May 19, 2019, 10:31:06 AM »
HOT DAMN!  Another great chapter!  Love Scuzzy!

Offline slackcub

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #6 on: May 28, 2019, 01:28:47 AM »
Fucking love your stories! The detail is amazing. I can't wait to find out how the punk is out in his place.

Offline FoeHammer

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #7 on: June 02, 2019, 02:37:52 PM »
“Bunch of animals… we have a food-court for a reason!” Barry shouted angrily. “It’s made for predators! Sells man-bulls by the hundreds – ”

“Yeah, you only have to pay an arm and leg for all that man-beef.” Nick interjected smartly. “Not to mention, Scuzzy may just wander on in and eat ya! Him, or one o’ the other hundred or-so hungry gluttons they got down there.”
That comment just made Barry bristle up even more. Despite barely being half Nick’s size, he suddenly seemed the more threatening.


“IF all of you actually behaved like civilized men, it wouldn’t be an issue!” The Cub shot back. “ Keep your damn appetites under control and not eat… what, ten men a week!?”
Nick chuckled just throatily at that. Started working to squeeze his fat-bellied and even fatter-assed bulk out the clerk counter’s little entrance.


“Pfft, like I eat that light anymore, Barry!” Nick boasted with a juicy gut-slap. “Nope! Try more like ten beefy men a day now!”


With a final grunt, and like a glob of jelly through a spout, Nick shoved himself free. Both his gut and ass wobbling heavily from the recoil, even as the big fat-boy collected himself. Tried unsuccessfully to tuck more of his shirt back and drag his trouser’s hem higher up his ass.


“Oh, yes, I can see where they all ended up quite clearly.” Barry chided. “You keep eating like that, and you’ll be immobile before the years done!”


Nick just laughed.


“Damn, a man can only hope!”


The big fat boy the waddled off with a wave, and still grinnin’ big. Doughy mass of gut preceding him proudly and fat ass bouncing juicily back behind him. Nick obviously making a bee-line for the store’s sports-section. It was technically where he worked, but Barry knew Nick didn’t do much working over there these days. More like he spent it feasting on all the dumb, horny jocks who passed through en-masse. Little wonder, that Nick had become so immensely fat over the course of the year.


“Ugh… I live in such a disgusting world,” Barry muttered to himself. “I can get by just eating one cattle a week, why can’t everyone else!?”


A wet, guttural belch was seemingly his response.


The source of the crass belch, Scuzzy sauntered out of the underwear aisle. Idly licking his lips and patting that swollen mass of his belly as it swayed and groaned on his waist. Filled up to well and good with an entire live, papa bear. Made a heavy, lumpy boulder of over-tattooed fat. Stuck out easily four feet, while also being wider as Scuzzy’s thin shoulders. Packing that entire big brute in having near doubled the girth of his already stretched out beachball of a potbelly.


And yet, Scuzzy’s stomach still whined and groaned for more manly, beefy filling. Manhood just as needy. Even now, sagging turgidly over his bloated balls, his long monster cock throbbed and twitched. Piss-slit still flared wide and drooling, its lips actively pulsed, as that voracious shaft was still hungry.


Down between his legs, before the very eyes, the punk’s huge balls were shrinking. Compressing all the thick, cake-batter slurry of digested bear in a loud cacophony of juicy churns and gurgles. Soon, they’d be back to the size of mere melons, and then Scuzzy could move about more easily.


That, and have plenty of space for more and more prey.


Barry scowling at him the entire time, but the Punk pretty much ignored the small cub. Scuzzy’s hungry eyes scanned through the store… before grinning as he spotted a tall, bearish couple. Both hunky, hairy, and brawny men walking through the store together without a care. Obviously, a pair of newlyweds from how they fawned over one another. Just out and enjoying some early Christmas shopping as they ooed and awed over the various items on sale.


Completely unawares.


Without so much as a glance back at Barry, Scuzzy eagerly set-off after them. He’d reach the bearish couple, just as they were about to take a corner. Promptly grab both big men, crush their hairy bulk together, and then hoist them up into the air. Start shoveling both burly bears down his grotesquely stretched gullet together.


Both men flailed and roared, yet despite putting up such a fight, Scuzzy was soon just sucking on two pairs of long, beefy legs.


Barry could only just sit there, and eye his work-phone. The number to call security, as always, blazoned in big red letters at the top. Literally, on a speed-dial button for panic reasons.


Their security guard Rosco being more than big, bad and hungry enough to scare-off even the likes of Scuzzy. Assuming, of course, Rosco wasn’t indisposed already… like he was just then.


What with it bein’ the huge goon’s lunchbreak. Which Scuzzy was more than aware of. He didn’t exactly keep a daily schedule, but Scuzzy did always seem to come by G.H. Harrington’s only during the lunch hours. Still, the threat of Rosco getting back early did keep Scuzzy to eatin’ his fill of men briskly. That, and keep the evil Punk away from the store’s employees.


If Scuzzy made Nick look like a tamed and dainty predator in comparison, then Rosco was the King Gorilla of the jungle. Course, one was a soft college boy, while the other was a sleazy street-punk.


Then, there was Rosco. A former frontline infantry predator, and one of the best who’d ever survived.
Shit if there wasn’t a real gap between all three men in hunger. Even at his seemingly fullest, after having devoured four entire tour buses worth of unruly football fans, Barry had yet to see Rosco turn down any meals.


The huge guard was a gluttonous one, after all. Pretty infamous throughout the mall, and even beyond it, for the amount of men he could pack away. Rosco could happily spend the full entirety of his lunchbreak stuffin’ his face down in the mall’s food court. For that entire 45-minutes, as quick as he could, to swallow down his usual 2-ton order of food and men. Even after all that greasy fast-food, he’d then have a huge order of takeout and man-bulls waiting for him back at the security office. The big guard would be busy for quite some time with just stuffing his fat, stubbly face and huge gut until they were… well, realistically, pretty damn full.


By the end of lunch, even his massive tank of a gut would look ready to pop. But all the while, Rosco would still be wantin’ thirds and fourths. Supplementing his frequent takeout orders by snacking on customers within the store.


Beyond the lame excuses of catching shoplifters or ‘I was Hungry!’ that he was infamous for giving both management – and Barry – whenever they caught him. All the usual explanations run-through, even when a wigglin’ customer or three were still stickin’ outta his wide, drooling jaws. Rosco just about always trying to secretly snarf down a few baker’s dozen worth of innocent men on the side.


Despite it all, Rosco was ultimately worth all the hassle he caused. Just this week alone, he’d kept Barry out of several hungry bellies. Never mind the entire year the cub had been working at G.H. Harrington’s.


Despite his immense hunger, Rosco had sldo never eaten a fellow employee… intentionally, anyway. If alerted quick enough, he’d always act to save the poor boy or man. Whether it was young and petite store clerk he’d unknowingly sat on, or a fellow grizzled and huge guard who’d just gotten too close to Rosco’s lunch.


He’d even go to the lengths of visiting the mall’s local Vore-Clinic. A painfully unpleasant process, as those wait times were always so horrendous!


Barry guessed the huge guard had loyalty too thoroughly drilled into him by the Army. That, and Rosco seemed to have a soft spot for Barry, Nick, and all the other young men who he’d been hired to safeguard.


If the cub spotted anymore feasting predators after lunchtime, he was gonna sic Rosco on the unlucky idiots. Barry knew their overgrown brute of a security guard would love any excuse to eat some problem customers. More than happy to literally lump them all in as a part of his huge lunch, too.


Especially if any of those predators were fat and full o’ wiggling bears. That would certainly get the ex-Army grunt and trucker off his lazy, ever-expanding ass to do his job.


Looking over the rows, following Scuzzy’s path wasn’t hard. Barry saw yet another pair of hairy and burly legs get lifted clean into the air. These ones, however, were shot up ramrod straight. Brawny toes splayed wide in agonized pleasure. The bubba attached to ‘em obviously in the throes of a body wracking orgasm, and most likely, his last. Hardly over the course o’ ten-seconds, those meaty and furry legs would disappear right back out of sight. Swallowed whole like nothing.


And not five minutes later, yet another pair of wheeling, kicking legs were raised up. These ones wearing business slacks and dress shoes for the moment. With Barry soon looking away as those were shucked off to reveal yet another pair of hairy, brawny legs and beefy man-feet.

***
 


I've noticed people say that my stories are a bit much to get through in one sitting, so I'm experimenting with smaller segments.

Helpful feedback is always appreciated!
« Last Edit: June 02, 2019, 02:59:58 PM by FoeHammer »

Offline NomNom

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #8 on: June 03, 2019, 01:15:44 AM »
I honestly think the lengths were fine, but overall it would allow you to post much more regularly. Either way i LOVE Rosco...oh fuk

Offline FoeHammer

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #9 on: June 14, 2019, 11:40:51 PM »
Or maybe he’d just call the police. Yes, Barry was only supposed to in the event of true, disastrous emergencies. But even if Scuzzy was being discreet in his rampant gluttony, he was still devouring a good chunk of the store’s customers.

 Given the few patrons who seemed to roll through, Barry had no real idea how G.H. Harrington’s stayed afloat. Not to mention how many more got eaten by the staff, or just their fellow shoppers. Certainly, he’d never really seemed to see that many shoppers around… but, it was a pretty massive store.

 With very conveniently high-stacked clothes racks, as Scuzzy could attest.

 For the thousandth time, Barry took in the racks upon racks of mass-produced garments surrounding him. How they faded off into the far corners of the stores. The various strings of Christmas lights, tinsel, and other decorations just added to the dizzying fog of lights and colors.  The various advert banners and mannequins took away some of the confusion. Just from the changes in style, one could distinguish each clothing section from the other because of them. Barry looking up at one of the nearby lines of underwear mannequins. The very same row he looked at every day at work.

 The featureless gray plastic bodies having been molded into the usual tight and lean athletic physiques of public choice. Above average height and sporting well-proportioned builds, which were then topped with a blank but obviously handsome and smiling face.

 The ur-example of the male fashion model, as it were. Supposedly, the mannequins were all based off real-life models. That really wasn’t saying much, since they were ultimately so bland that they all blurred together anyway.

 The real and only difference between the naked mannequins was the huge, always obscene bulges at their groins.

 Half of the mannequins sported either a huge cock, fat set of balls, or both. Ranging from mere sausages and apples, then to girths rivaling yule-logs and basket-balls. The final row ending with some cocks and balls as big as the mannequins they were attached to. Contained within a set of briefs, tighty whities, boxers, a jockstrap or even just a man-thong. Showing how the various underwear – no matter how flimsy looking – could stretch to accommodate even the girthiest, most well-hung, or just plain godly-endowed of men.

 And just keep on stretching, as more than one mannequin at full, multi-footlong mast could attest.

 But of course, that was far from their only feature. The average cock-predator could grow so much bigger. The next set of mannequins were then designed to show-off the true roomy potential of all those fancy undies. Those sets of mannequins sporting either the molded form of a scrotum bloated with prey, or vast schlong still holding an entire man within. Cock, balls, prey and all packed impossibly into a set of predator-special underwear.

 Barry supposed the very first model wasn’t too absurd. Just the right nut bloated and sagging with an entire man curled up inside. Well, an entire brute, really. The hefty prey inside that single ball obviously much larger and brawnier than the predator who’d supposedly devoured him. No doubt meant to better show-off the stretchability of the underwear. Plus, a little working to stroke the ego of the smaller preds out there.

 Never mind that the most dedicated cock-preds Barry knew where rather on the jock to body-builder side of the spectrum.

 The material managed to stretch and accommodate all those odd curves and bulges rather well. All while holding up that brawny prey and set of monstrous loins. Keep them nice and snugly packed out of the way. Suspended up much higher than a prey-filled nut would normally sag, and away from banging into the predator’s knees. Course, what could not go down, must go out.  Making that huge nut jut forward in a proud and virile display of ravenous masculinity. The underwear even had plenty of extra room… which was quite intentional.

 Not even the next mannequin was really pushing the imagination too much. Both balls swollen huge and sagging heavily with their prey. Two whole big, beefy men safely tucked into either respective nut’s swollen girth. That entire package of beach-ball sized balls and tree-trunk thick cock held in a snug yet revealing bundle.

 The following mannequin further one-upping that. Featuring two entire men shoved into one very, very lopsided testicle together. It seemed a tad much, and rather unlikely, but was still probable. Certainly, just looking at the whole package left little doubt that those prey-bloated nuts were being kept comfortably out of the way.

 As to why there were two prey in a single nut together… well, some predators did just let themselves get carried away.

 It was after that where things started getting out of hand. Honestly, to the point where underwear was an obvious waste. The mannequins from there were all sporting ball sacs filled with four, six, eight, or even ten men.

 Literally. With that last one being positioned off on its own corner of the underwear section. The mannequin needed all that extra space, as both balls were engorged to size of small boulders. Each filled with five huge, beefy men. Hosted mightily atop a specially raised pedestal to be held up above all the others. From the finest brand of predator clothing lines, to feature a unique and quite expensive set of reinforced jockstraps.

 A jockstrap of the Gods, for a living God, so said the advert blurb of the Jupiter-Gold jockstraps.  The pounch a rich night-black in color, with a single regal lion-gold stripe running majestically down the middle. Everything double woven and reinforced with Nemean latex bands. With a synthetic satin-silk flex cloth making up that impressive pouch. That both breathed away damp heat, while trapping a man’s potent musk perfectly. All delightful aroma, with no yucky man-stink. Still completely comfortable to its wearer, even when holding up 5000-plus-pounds of lively thrashing, angrily unwilling prey.

 And it had too, as those immense nuts were larger than the leanly built mannequin itself. Easily to the point that they were resting flat against the ground. Just so many big and weighty men were packed into a tangle of well-cut muscle and brawn. Every contour of powerful pecs, glutes and muscle-guts brought out into exaggerated relief.

 To the point where the underwear was rendered superfluous. The only way that predator was going anywhere was if he dragged his own immensely swollen balls across the ground. No doubt, simple friction would ruin any such underwear, and that was before assuming all that gathered-up dirt didn’t.

 And yet, those ten-plus-prey brands sold like hot cakes every Christmas season. No doubt, the main buyers were all starry-eyed prey-boys. Each spending all their summer savings, to try and buy their way into a predator’s balls.

 Just looking at the price tag made Barry’s savings hurt.

 It was there that Barry started to take issue with his store. Well, where he worked, society… the very world he lived in.

 Just this… expectation, that since a man could devour over twenty men with his junk, that it meant he should! Or, at the very least, that they all should support it! Brand it, sell it, and profit from it. Hell, even idolize such a needlessly gluttonous individual.

 Which was exactly the sort of unseemly behavior these mannequins, this underwear, and all this predator-special clothing and media ended-up not only forgiving, but outright encouraging! Just look at Scuzzy. The Punk should be in prison by now, but instead, Scuzzy was pretty much free to do as he liked! The law was, horrifically, in Scuzzy’s favor whenever he ran around eating men like he did. Yes, if he was ever caught in the act by the police, they could arrest him… assuming he didn’t just eat said cops, which was usually what happened. The Punk was no doubt on every local police force eat-on-sight list… but, in a way, all the cops were on Scuzzy’s own list, too. Likewise, all those bears could have eaten Scuzzy in self-defense as well, but none of them had been either able or willing.

 Just because he was the hungrier predator, the better and stronger hunter, they all were doomed to be scrawny punk fat and jizz.

 And Barry helped to sell that entire predatory culture.

 After staring at those annoying mannequins and adverts for far too long, Barry turned his gaze in the opposite direction. Settling instead on staring out the store’s mall-side entrance.

 The mall was a madhouse on most days, but it was doubly so, given the current Christmas season. More than one man lumbering by the entrance with his arms and hands and arms utterly crammed with shopping bags and packages. Hurriedly rushing after their wife or husband as the latter ooed and awed over the various storefronts. The many bright lights of the various signs, adverts and Christmas decorations luring them in like moths to the flame.

 A man could spend their entire day wandering the mall, and still not manage to see it all. The combined roar of a thousand or more people always crashing in from the vaulted, multi-story mall. Crowds upon crowds of shoppers vigorously bustled about the walkways and sky paths. Filtered down the stacked rows of escalators or soared up and down in massive glass elevators. Taking these ravenous shoppers up and down over twelve whole floors of shops, stores, arcades, bars, theaters and even a few gyms. Over 36 restaurants were further scattered to the various floors, ensuring seating for all, even as each bitterly fought the other for hungry customers. The twelfth floor was even fully dedicated to an immense Casino and a five-star hotel – all invite or reservation only.

 Over eight floors soared above sea-level, while another four had been dug out from the earth. The lowest of which included the gigantic underground transport hub. A sprawling stretch of parking lot housed over a thousand vehicles and was attached to multiple subway and tramlines. Half of which then connected to an international airport, while the rest crisscrossed the city, or moved on to the next metropolis.

 Barry had learned to tune out the noise and the sights, but he could not do anything about the smell. Literally, almost just below his nose. The lovely aromas of the vast food court directly below, taking up the entire ground floor, were always wafting into the store.

 All a relentless barrage of temptation for the chubby young, metrosexual cub.

 Constantly reminding Barry that he was trapped behind his little clerk’s desk. Five to six days a week on a nine to five work-schedule. Primarily, where he was meant to manage all the store’s return purchases. The various bits of dull financial drudgery that got those unsatisfied customers back to being satisfied.

 It wasn’t exactly how Barry had imagined he’d be making use of his degree in accounting… but that was how life had dolled things out to him. Still working towards a master’s in business, Barry had gotten this tedious job to pay the bills until graduation. Then, he could find a real and meaningful one. Make proper use of the six or so years of his life he’d end up spending at college.

 Now, he’d been here for well over a year, and had no luck at all finding work elsewhere. At least, not anything that paid better and was still safe to work at.

 Despite the lesser paycheck, Barry didn’t mind working at the store that much. Certainly, his situation could have been much worse. At least he got along with the current management and his fellow workers. Nick’s, Rosco’s and the many other’s vorish antics notwithstanding. Barry’s wages as a clerk made his bachelor livelihood perfectly sustainable.

 Once again, G.H. Harrington defied all expectations, and remained much more than simply profitable. Barry had gotten a few bonuses this year, with the biggest being his upcoming Christmas bonus. They’d already put four other rival stores out of business and made G.H. Harrington a common household name in the city. Even if most people didn’t shop there at all. The predator-centric fashions featured at the store were far too expensive for most. With several of their choice clothing brands being in the hundreds of dollars for value. Only the well-off could afford more than a few cursory items. Though they certainly attracted enough rich young adults, ultimately, G.H. Harrington’s was geared toward the older demographic of customer. Late middle-aged men and women of either the middle or upper-class of society. Either on the cusp of retirement or were already happily wallowing in it. Having more money than they really knew what to do with, or just liked to pretend that they did.

 Every day he’d worked, the store was frequently visited by various couples. Older housewives and husbands, who despite the different genders, both gave Martha Stewart a run for her money. Dealing with those needy housewives and househusbands was probably the most mundane and often frustrating part of Barry’s job. Always, it seemed to fall between two extremes with them. Either a series of non-stop impossible demands, or they just hadn’t a clue what they really wanted.

 Though because of them, Barry’s job did come with at least one enjoyable perk.

 Those homemakers’ husbands, the manlier and more rugged part of their traditional marriage, were almost always accompanying their spouse. The bemoaning, lumbering men having been dragged along by their fairer half, to do a ‘little’ clothes shopping. With many of those real large, real hefty old papas booming about far more heavily than others. Not caring if they grabbed half the store’s attention as they rumbled by. Heavy footfalls and deep grumbling both easy to hear and feel.

 Unknowingly, keeping the silently adoring cub’s mind off the tedium of his job. Their masculine presence alone made those big, burly and manly Daddies the ones who really made Barry’s day. Unfortunately, the wonderful and dreamy experience of watching a well-seasoned man swagger by was easily ruined. Those poor old studs were the perfect meal for many other predators out there. Made complacent and fat after decades at the top of the food-chain, Daddy predators were too tempting a meal to pass-up. Either easily ambushed, or just enticed and lured into a hungry belly or empty set of balls.

 And Barry was often the only one watching.

 Now, many Daddies got the upper hand and walked away with their own gut filled. But not always. Not with predators like Scuzzy running around, who was a class all his own. Another more personal reason that Barry disliked the Punk’s presence.

 Some of the beefiest and most handsome of Daddies having been made Scuzzy’s launch before the young cub’s eyes. Making Barry’s weakness for all men who were definable Daddy material both a pleasure and a torment.

 Oh, the ones with big, meaty arms and legs or giant, jutting guts just added on the appeal. Though Barry was perfectly content admiring those squat and heavyset men, he truly loved the ones who ever just towered over him. A wellfed and jutting beer belly or a tight, rounded potbelly added so much gravitas to a man’s frame. Nicely packed and fatly bulging crotches and huge, beefy pecs or sagging, pillowy man-tits just stacked up the appeal.

 But Barry had one true, undeniable desire in all the men he craved, and that was –

 “Excuse me! Young man, have you seen my husband?”

 Barry was instantly snapped out of his Daddy-inspired daydreams. Eyes slowly focusing in on the face of a short, homely woman in her late middle age. One who obviously loved purple, given her clothing’s choice color-palette.

 She screamed either recently made grandma, or overly-dotting aunt.

 “Oh, uh… what does he look like, ma’am?” Barry stammered quickly.

 The cub smoothing out his button-down shirt and tie as he tried to gather his wits. Slowly put his mind back into that careful retail employee mindset. Secretly hoping she didn’t describe any brawny bears – silver-haired or otherwise – as Scuzzy was on the hunt!

 Ignoring the hard-on his daydreaming had sprung in his own packed crouch. Barry just pressed the immodest and healthy bulge against the counter’s side. Well out of sight, if still quite uncomfortable.

 “Oh, well, I suppose he’s quite a bit taller than you! Somewhat of a rangy fellow – use to be a basketball player!” The older woman laughed to herself. “Course, these days, the only basketball he handles is that fat belly of his! He used to be so much more fit! Well, I suppose I can’t complain, given myself! Ha! Oh, he’d be so grumpy if he heard me say that about him! John’s always so serious and scowling about at everything and everyone!”

 She’d continue describing her husband in between letting the conversation drift to other subjects. Much like many older men and women tended to. Barry however did manage to gather a fairly decent description of the woman’s husband out of it all.

 Stern, non-sensical type of man, who didn’t flinch or distract easily. Thickly bearded but still stubbornly sporting a high-and-tight from his Army days. Fairly hairy, which would be most obvious from his furry arms and legs, but also the tufts sticking out from his polo. Tall and well-proportioned but having matured into a hefty and fat-bellied dad-bod.

 Which meant either a big potbelly or even a decently sized beer-gut. With a no-doubt plump and matured daddy ass filling up the rear of his trousers.

 Instead of losing his boner, Barry had to press himself even more against the counter to hide his bulge. He’d even started sweating!

 The older lady didn’t seem to notice, and instead must have thought Barry was just interested in hearing her talk. Granted, he was, but only about her studly daddy of a husband.

 She didn’t mean to describe him flatteringly at all, but the effect was all the same on Barry. “Well, ma’am, I haven’t seen anyone of that description.” At least, anyone distinct from the rest of the hot daddies Barry saw daily. “But uh, what was his name? I can just call him over the PA.”

 The woman laughed at that. “Oh, just like when I used to lose my boys? Oh, John will get a laugh out of that!”

 Barry just gave a pained smile. 
***
Oh, all this talk of Daddies and all of their… assets. Heavens, I wonder where this is all going?
       
   

Offline NomNom

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #10 on: June 15, 2019, 05:44:13 AM »
AAAAAGH this is such a sexy tease you devious genius writer! XD

Offline Mukcub

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #11 on: June 16, 2019, 10:21:47 AM »
I agree with NomNom!  That was Awesome and evil teaser ;)  great job!!

Offline FoeHammer

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #12 on: June 27, 2019, 10:54:18 PM »
***
Far from Barry’s desk, in a dark and smoky corner of the huge store, was an area dedicated to men’s casual and workwear. Bein’ not only the sorta department any John would like, but most other blue-collar men, too. Unsurprisingly, one of G.H. Harrington’s most popular departments for any hardworkin’ hubbie or any bubba.
 
Had a nice, big changing room to accommodate all those fellas, with easily enough room for thirty men.
 
Far more, if they all got creative.
 
All the changing stalls lay propped open, and empty. Been a good ten minutes of relative quiet now. Lots of clothes were scattered in between ‘em, or just piled in each stall’s corners. Mostly flannels, wrangler jeans and various other blue-collar, redneck, or military-themed t-shirts. The odd business dress pants and shirts – even a discarded Indian dhoti was amongst them. But all were uniformly cut and sized for big, big men. Easily breaking 45-inches in waist and chest sizes, if not larger. With the other clothes – t-shirts and shorts – sized for XXL builds at a minimum.
 
Only a few garments here and there really belonged on G.H. Harrington’s shelves. The rest were bought and paid for, but quite ownerless now.
 
 “John Farmer! John Farmer to the rear clerk’s desk, please! Your wife is waiting for you!”
 
A PA speaker made the announcement impossible to miss. Deep inside one of the men’s changing rooms, the message was particularly loud. The lone occupant perkin’ an ear up upon hearing the man’s name.
 
A gigantic mound of a beer gut shifted and wobbled. Currently, its hairy and sweaty bulk was restin’ on the ground, but that was cause the gut’s equally huge owner was squatted down. Situated in the last and biggest stall by simple necessity, as he was one hefty papa.
Well, Craig preferred the term Big Daddy, but he wasn’t a real picky man.
 
“John, huh? If I had a dollar fer every John I’ve e’er met, I’d be a rich man!” Craig drawled lowly to himself.
 
Still, the Big Daddy starting riffling through the nearby clothes.
 
Eventually, ended up going through the pockets of a discarded pair of wranglers. Wranglers that were of a 56-inch width, 45-long, and boot-cut. An old set o’ workman’s trousers, that’d seen their share of hard use. Heh, certainly smelled good and earthy from their wearer’s aged musk. Nearly as well-used as the wide rawhide belt and big work-boots next to ‘em.
 
Those bein’ a solid pair of 16EEEs, fit for a right bruiser o’ a man.
 
They all looked small in Craig’s huge and leathery mitts. He was thinking they might just belong to… Bingo! License for one John Farmer, and Craig recognized that handsomely grizzled mug instantly.
 
That dour but needy look in his dark eyes had caught Craig’s attention instantly. John had been lookin’ through the changing stalls. Going from one to the next, barely five minutes inside each, before he came lumbering back out. Fat beer belly fuller and rounder, plus thrashin’ about all the livelier. John mostly snackin’ on the plentiful boys, cubs and pups who’d been drawn in by all the manly musk and atmosphere. Course, he ate a good number o’ more matured men, too. More than one other daddy or bear addin’ to that impressive ballgut o’ his.
 
But even as he gorged one appetite, another had gone unfulfilled. John’s massive, rock-hard cock swinging and bobbing out in the air. Throbbin’ and droolin’ with naked need, slick and drippin’ from other men’s mouths and manholes. All left brutalized, with only a few drops of pre worked out. John had been lookin’ for somethin’, and not even knowin’ what it was… till Craig came over and gave the wanderin’ fella an idea or two.
 
Craig mostly remembered that ol’ stud because of how eagerly a meal John Farmer had ultimately made.
 
Huge and meaty slabs o’ leathery feet first – only to just groan, moan, and finally start bellowin’ for more. Heh, big ol’ fucker had definitely gone blue-balled for a while. Given how much he’d cummed all o’er himself even ‘fore he’d gotten thigh deep inside o’ Craig’s hot, steamy insides.
 
That, and the fact that ol’ John was probably still cummin’ at this ‘ery moment.
 
“Well, now,” Craig mused to himself. “Might as well do a neighborly thing an’ return this, eh? Favor fer favor – an’ one I happily pay!”
 
Licking his wide and bearded lips, Craig got himself to gettin’ back to decent.
 
Findin’ his massive pair o’ cargo shorts from amongst the other clothes was easy enough. No other man had ‘em sized quite as enormous. Plenty of guys with wider and fatter asses, but not a one had matched Craig’s monolithic size.
 
And he should know, as the big fella had readily claimed every immense ass and hungry manhole with a good, solid plantin’ of his mighty flagpole.
 
Of which, the swollen head of Craig’s huge shaft was currently danglin’ down by his ankles. At his towerin’ height, that was a monolithic monster cock. Still throbbin’ with heat and droolin’ cum, but well-worked enough to soften it up. Just a turgid, obviously well used piece o’ man-meat.
 
As Craig stepped into his shorts, he took special care to make sure his cock was lined up right. Pullin’ trousers back up and over his giant, beefy rump was already a chore, but add on his overgrown loins…. Well, was no mean feat on any day fer Ol’ Craig. Gettin’ dressed was always a hassle fer the huge daddy. Plenty tight enough fit as it was, just gettin’ his mountainous buttocks and monstrous loins packed in.
 
Havin’ a pair of actively thrashin’ feet stickin’ out o’ yer tailpipe didn’t help much. Both downright behemoth-sized, packin’ more beefy man in ‘em than even the juiciest triple-A steak. Calloused and tougher than rawhide.
 
Craig’s throbbin’ manhole strainin’ to finally suck in either massive foot on in. Pack ‘em into that bottomless pit along with the rest o’ that beast o’ man they was attached too. Not an easy feat for most, but Craig had a bit of a different problem goin’ on.
 
Normally, either down the gullet or shoved in from the back, Craig could’ve devoured even a monster man like this biggun with ease. But the big glutton already had well o’er nine other, near-equally as big bubbas currently crammed just inside o’ his colon. Who knew how many were sharin’ his rectum with that wild man-beast. Pretty much blockin’ Craig’s pipes up, just enough to be turnin’ into somethin’ o’ a hindrance.
 
If minor.
 
“Alright in ther!” Craig grumbled deeply, ‘fore smackin’ his thrashing gut. “Git to makin’ sum room fer this fella! He a biggun, even by yer lots sorta standards! All abunch o’ peter-built trucks o’ men yeu lot – but this bubba’s a mack-built! Ya’ll betta settle on real estate! God knows, I got more than ‘nough room fer ya each to ha’e yer own house an’ yard… figuratively sayin’… but still! We’re goin’ out in public, an’ – OOF!”
 
Craig’s massive gut gave a hard spasm. A bulge the size of a bowling-ball briefly distended the lower curve of his huge gut. Even through Craig’s thick mass of gut-fat, as one of the lively bubba’s kicked, and kicked hard. Strong enough to break rock, let alone take the wind outta most men’s lungs.
 
All it did was annoy Craig.
 
“Who did tha’?!” The big daddy scolded down to his own fat tank o’ gut. “I’m bettin’ it was John, right? Well don’t fuss around so much! Ain’t gonna get outta ‘ere any faster wit ya stirrin’ up any indigestion troubles down ther in muh guts! Las’ thing I need is to spend an ‘our on da ol’ throne!”
 
Done tryin’ to reason with his unruly meals, with an stern nod, Craig once more set to gettin’ his cargo shorts back on.
 
The giant daddy standing up tall and towerin’. Even goin’ right onto the fat toes of his huge feet briefly… and promptly banged his shaved head into the low ceiling.
 
The men’s changing stalls had definitely got the short end of the budget. Was a glorified closet back here for even an average-sized man – let alone a big and manly giant o’ a daddy like yours truly!
 
For his part, Craig growled more in annoyance than pain at his cramped circumstances. Still unable to maneuver his bulk enough to get his cargos over either fat mound o’ daddy ass he had back there.
 
At least that last monster foot had finally gotten slurped up his manhole o’er the course of his struggles. Boy, that last biggun had just not been cooperatin’ much at all with Craig. Not that the hefty fella hadn’t wanted into the bigger man’s ass. Just that he’d become so caught up in jerkin’ off and humpin’ against Craig’s rectum walls. Thrashin’ and spasmin’ about like a sex-crazed berserker, despite poppin’ his fat, healthily overflowing nut a couple o’ times. The Big Daddy more than able to feel the almost literal flood o’ man-juice bein’ pumped into his bowels by the horny brute.
 
Damn impressive, as most times, Craig didn’t even feel yer average brute’s orgasms much anymore. Forced to clench his fat anus even tighter to keep any cum from spurtin’ out, and thus makin’ the act o’ shovin’ that whole raucous bruiser in all the more challengin’.
Craig coulda stopped him easy, but the giant daddy didn’t care much for brutalizing his more willing prey. After all, they was bein’ so polite feedin’ ‘emselves and their aged beefiness to his ravenous, overgrown body after all.
 
Not that Craig often took no for an answer, but at least he asked first! Which did make the big man feel a tad remorseful for what he was gonna do next.
 
Takin’ a deep and gusting breath, without much fanfare at all on the outside, Craig gave a hard flex through his whole massive gut. Almost instantly, that over-gorged mass of man and fat promptly started to get sucked in.
 
Despite all the men packed in, all that swollen and juicy dad-gut shrank back before the eye. Course, that included the insides, too. All o’ Craig’s big and burly guests within his guts were soon thrashin’ and bellowin’ in protest. Strained at the rapidly closing walls of flesh and pure muscle that was smotherin’ ‘em, and stop their revelry dead. In seconds, those powerful gut-muscles left ‘em with hardly an inch to breath.
 
The effect also squeezed out all their air. Craig’s hairy maw gapin’ wide as a roarin’ blast of a belch exploded from his deep gullet. The force of it would have knocked a strong man flat, while singing off their mustache and eyebrows. Likewise, a powerful fart was erupting behind Craig. The big daddy rollin’ precariously onto one solid foot to make more room for all that gas to escape.
 
Even he was impressed at the sheer volume and force. Could feel his own hairy buttcheeks shakin’ back there!
 
The moment the foul show of manliness ended, with a deep grunt, Craig then quickly yanked his cargo shorts up. Was able to get ‘em over his twin mountains of buttocks. Quickly buttoned ‘em, and then zipped up the straining crotch around his vast manhood. Immediately, the big man let his vast gut swell free with a pleased sigh. The entire bloated girth surging forward in a hairy, beefy crash of manly fat. Wobbled and shook heavily under its own mass and weight, lazily swayin’ from side to side. Even more than before, as Craig relaxed his gut muscles just ‘bout completely. Churnin’ heavily and sloshin’ noisily, even as grumbles of annoyance from both his stomach and its occupants echoed out of its depths.
 
The Big Daddy takin’ deep, gusting breaths into his massive lungs. In seconds, he’d swallowed more than enough air to get most of his gut’s current occupants goin’ again.
 
“Hey, ain’t muh fault ya’ll made me so damn fat!” Craig gave his huge potgut a hard, beefy slap. “Bunch o’ beefy bulls an’ porkers, da lot of ya – ”
 
The giant’s deep sigh of relief turnin’ to a muttered curse. More than able to feel a series o’ hard pumps o’ blood in his veins. Most specifically, the various thumb and even wrist thick veins he had coursing through and over his monstrous slab o’ cock. Make the entirety of his vast tract of loins stir and throb powerfully… to start growin’ all over again. The vast and monstrous shaft of his cock’s begun to slip down his cargo-shorts’ left pant-leg. Grew right on out of it, and just keep growin’ on down to Craig’s hairy knee. Drawing the pant-leg tight, and makin the big man wince.
 
“Yeu son-of-a-bitch lil’…ne’er satisfied, are ya? O’er ten plump asses and slaverin’, talented mouths… an’ ya still given me trouble?!” The huge man huffed, and then moaned lewdly. “Shit, is this cause I ain’t fed ya yet? A man would think tha’d make ya less needy… fuck, how many gallons o’ cum ya got in yer balls there, Craig ol’ boy?”
 
With a pained rush, he quickly undid his shorts crotch again. Hurriedly, as Craig needed to free his manhood before he got too hard. Damned if he was gonna go and get himself stuck like that again! Great long and girthy horse-cock soon freed, along with his twin tankers o’ fat, bull balls.
 
Both dangling heavily between his legs. Swellin’ and throbbin’ with every beat o’ Craig’s bull heart, until he was near full girth. So fat and big, that even the giant could see his long cock-shaft and fat helmet head peakin’ out from under his giant mound of potgut. 
 
Cussin’ lowly as a thick rope o’ pre-cum dripped free from the gapin’ pit of his piss-hole. Even as the first fat glob splattered on the carpeted ground below, plenty more just oozed on out after it. An entire spilled cupful quickly turnin’ into a milk-jugs worth of the finest, muskiest, and thickest dad-gravy around.
 
The giant daddy hurriedly started fishin’ around in his cargo shorts big pockets.
 
“Sorry ther, John! But yer big buddy’s gonna take care o’ his rude cock an’ balls fer we all go headin’ out!” The giant grumbled with a rueful chuckle. “I do apologize fer makin’ ya late…”
 
With that, Craig pulled a huge condom outta his pocket. Ripped the package open with his big teeth, and then set to wrappin’ his vast cock shaft with the multi-XL cock-sleeve. The giant havin’ long run out of his own, so he’d been forced to borrow from one of his current belly-guests. That long devoured big bubba didn’t need ‘em where he was now, after all. Those hot, steamy depths already plenty wet and sticky.
 
As such, those borrowed condoms was barely enough to fit Craig’s vast manhood.
 
“Damn, tha’ is tight! An’ here I was thinkin’ yeu were all big boys! Who’s cock-sleeves were these?” The giant grumbled, pride dripping in his voice nearly as much as cum did from his manhood. “Damn, son! Ya was packin’, but no man packs quite a punch like ol’ Craig does!”
 
The condom already growin’ fat a swollen with the giant’s batter-thick seed. Craig fed his loins all day either, while he’d yet to actually blow a load. The sheer volume of his pre-cum was just that damn much.
 
“Damn, knew I shoulda kept one of ya ‘round fer a bit longer…” Craig mused gruffly. “Course, most o’ yall’s asses were plenty raw an’ sloppy enough as was… didn’t wanna completely exhaust ya!”
 
Takin’ hold of his vast manhood, Craig ran his calloused palm up and over the length of his monstrous shaft. Teasing the sensitive flesh until it burned and throbbed with hot, desperate need.
 
“Shit, maybe I’ll take my time after all…”
***

Well, Craig's back! And as big, bad and hungry as ever!

Part 2 is underway!
« Last Edit: June 27, 2019, 10:56:13 PM by FoeHammer »

Offline watch913

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #13 on: June 28, 2019, 07:16:41 PM »
Great stuff dude! Love seeing Craig be a voracious hog!

Offline NomNom

Re: Barry's Old Job Part 1 (FS, OV, AV, CV, Public, Prequel)
« Reply #14 on: June 28, 2019, 10:36:03 PM »
Its s good to see the huge hungry beast daddy again!!