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I never did understand the attraction I had for larger men. It never made any sense to me. It just so happened to be there one day, and it’s literally all I know, all I feel. I never chose this attraction, and I always wondered what does determine it? Some say it is genetics or what you are exposed to while growing up, but neither has been completely proven. But then how in the world did this lead to the weirdest fetish I know?

Why do I crave this unrelenting fantasy to be eaten alive, swallowed whole: to become a part of the person, be part of his belly? It has never ceased to be a question without a definitive answer.

Why being eaten by a man?

Why couldn’t I just be attracted to a car? To a tree? To even the normality of breasts on a woman?

It all seemed odd and confusing to me. I had a fetish that was objective and that could never be fulfilled, and I’ll crave it desperately for years to come.

Or maybe I could find a way to? I could always go get eaten by a whale like Jonah and make love to its innards. Oh, but whales eat plankton, not humans!

But then why not go for a snake? Probably, the father of vore as it can eat its prey whole and alive. Could you even find a snake big enough to swallow a grown man whole? Let alone, let me enjoy it in piece without strangling me to death? Come on! I’d totally let you eat me if you don’t have to kill me first. Realistically, it will never be possible unless I want to die. I’d rather not die though from stomach acids dissolving my skin.

What a horrible way to die in all honesty. If there was no pain though, and I could be resurrected or reformed like in fantasy but in real life, then throw me to the lions, the snakes, or the whales, and let me enjoy my decent down their throat, into the depths of pleasure, not hell. Gosh, humans are oh too weird . . .

As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed a man who I knew was all too familiar. It was the family friend Bill, or should I say the drug dealer. I’ve always been against drugs. They were not my thing, and I had future plans and drugs were not in that visible future. Everyone in my family but me, my mother, and of course, the younger nieces and nephews did some sort of drug, mainly marijuana. My mother only got Vicodin from him when she was in the worst of pain. She had many health issues due to her post-polio syndrome. She has had many issues with her spine slowly closing up; eventually one day it will paralyze her without the surgery she needs to get. She probably doesn’t go a single day without pain in her life.

Bill was probably one of the dumbest people I’ve ever met. Well, that’s a little harsh to say but he isn’t school-book smart. More likely he was technical smart. The last time he was here he brought a phone app that showed the Earth, and he wanted me to point out where North America was, and I, being educated, clearly found it with no problem. But he claimed I was wrong, trying to show that Africa was the actual “United States.” Oh, you old fool I thought and said to my mother that day. She fully agreed.

Oh, but Bill, was more than that. He so happened to be the devil’s advocate, trying to seduce me. He wasn’t gay; oh, not at all. He was one hundred percent straight. But he always comes around here with a buttoned up shirt that is never buttoned, revealing his big belly with a little hair on it. It was smoother like his balding head. He was a grayed old goat, with his hair growing on the sides and connecting on the back of the scalp. The front to the back was all balding terribly. And to top it off he had to have the bear look to him. He has the full blown gray and white beard. What a silver daddy he was. I swear he came over to just urge me to try something. I doubt I’d be able to turn him to the opposite sexuality but damn it, I wanted to touch him. He was an unmovable mountain that couldn’t be crossed, for awkwardness would ensue, and he probably wouldn’t ever come back to give me more of his good looks.

He tempted me so much. What gives him the right to just come over here and be shirtless with everyone in my house walking by. . .even next to my mom for goodness sake! What a rude man. No one but me would rather see his flabulousness. Oh, god, what I’d give to touch his belly, to pretty much molest it would be sinful pleasure. My fantasy come true. Why must he be such an untouchable man?

When he’d be over every so often, weeks apart, I’d always be around to just be able to eye ball him. He was a man undeserving of woman hands. A man knows how to treat a man best after all. Woof. What a daddy you are Bill, I practically drooled. Every time he looked up at me, I adverted my eyes to my mother. I hope I didn’t make it more awkward . . .

Fuck. Then I started to daydream what I’d do to him. The urge to rub his belly, lick it, just play with it in general, worship it . . .

I started to get a hard on finally when I thought about him being able to swallow me whole. Oh, why couldn’t he just be able to be part snake? I mean, I know he wouldn’t want to touch me because he is straight. But wouldn’t a man like his size want a decent sized meal worthy of him? I bet he would. I wonder if he likes being fat. If I were his size, I’d be proud to show it off and be shirtless in public whenever I could. I’d enjoy the disgusted looks and the staring any day.

However, I couldn’t do that. With my family’s potential health risks, I’d die from being overweight or obese. So, I decided the next best thing would be to admire it in another. I’d probably treat the guy like a total lazy ass. Make him eat to gain weight, but only if he enjoyed it too. There were lots of guys like that but none ever this close to my town. If only he wasn’t straight . . .

I put my hand in my pocket to shift my boner down so it wasn’t as noticeable. I bit my lip in slight pleasure, staring at his gut. What a great sight.

He asked my mother for a drink, I watched in sinful pleasure as his stomach swayed with every step. God, I’m losing it. I went to the bathroom for a good few minutes now.

I started jacking off to him. The picture of him in my mind’s eye. The untouchable man was going to be mine eventually. I will figure out a way to rub that belly. Some way . . . Mmmmf. I edged myself for a few minutes, not allowing for a complete climax. I waited a few minutes before my hard on went back to its normal penile state.

I exited the restroom, and he was gone. Sigh.

A few weeks passed, and I continually fantasized about Bill. He was a hot silver daddy that needed some attention. My mom always said he was gross and no girl would ever touch him. But I’m sure a man would surely take her place.

He eventually returned this time not visiting with my mother, but rather he was helping my sister’s boyfriend with his car. This was it. I had to get a picture of him with his belly hanging out. I needed an actual piece of him in my collection.

Hastily, I grabbed my camera and slowly walked back to the door and onto the porch. I watched as he was bent over, talking ad observing something about the tire. Oh, this will be a great shot…

My twin sister walked out to find her dogs. Gosh dang it. I couldn’t take his picture now. It would be too embarrassing, and she would probably say something. So instead I snapped a few pictures of her dogs as they walked in, a scowl on my face. It was too late. Bill and my sister’s boyfriend were done and they both got into the SUV and left without a further notice. I was very disappointed. He looked so cute too with his glasses on. Sigh.

I decided enough was enough; I’m gonna have him. I brought out my phone and dialed my sister’s boyfriend. He answered quickly. My god. Driving on the phone. What a dumbass. He will surely get in a wreck with my eye candy.

I asked him where he was heading, and he told me that he was taking Bill to his home, which actually was only a few blocks away. He oddly enough happened to tell me the address.

Tomorrow was going to be my day of reckoning. I smiled ending the call.

The next morning I raided my mom’s pill collection. I looked for something that was a heavy sleep aid, so that I could have my free reign with the old man without him knowing. I found it and got some beer. Thank god he drank. Probably helped him develop such a beautiful stomach such as his.

I walked to his house which was a short 20 minute walk. I was getting very nervous and very excited all at the same time. Would this be considered rape I thought to myself? Could he honestly press charges against me rubbing his belly? It was a scary thought. I didn’t want to go to jail for something, so stupid. But I couldn’t stop myself. He was just too hot to resist. The mountain was going to be touchable. It’s a silly thought in all honesty as I smiled to myself. Thinking of myself being in a newspaper headline with big bold letters:

Man Arrested for Allegedly Rapping Elderly Man

I wonder if that has ever happened. A man going to jail for rapping another man. It was unheard of. But it doesn’t sound entirely impossible. Ugh. I hope nothing legal pursues from this.

I got to his house, and I was having nearly a heart attack. I don’t know if it was due to the thought of this going horribly wrong or because my hard on was taking all the blood away from my heart. Both throbbed painfully. Time seemed to slow down when I knocked on the door.

Oh, god what was I gonna say? I felt like the cliché boy at the door holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. But all I had was some beer that I’d say didn’t look like it was pried open to force in some sleeping pills, and a massive, raging hard on that was only going to get worse.

I could out smart him . . . couldn’t I? I mean he isn’t all that smart.

When I saw the tall, fat gray-bearded man at the door my heart felt like it stopped beating entirely. If it wasn’t for the limit of how big a man’s dick could be, mine would be unrealistically large right now. It was too perfect to be true. He was completely shirtless, looked almost like he hadn’t had a shower for a day because his beard was a mess, but not unbearably dirty. He put an arm against the door frame showing off his armpit hairs. This was too unrealistic. I couldn’t really be standing in front of this bear of a man with this big of a hard on. Oh my god. He’s going to see it! I started to get nervous.

“What are you doing here? What was your name again?” He asked as if we had never met practically. He looked like he had been sleeping in for more hours than needed.

“It’s Mitch. You know, Dolores’s son.” I gulped a little, very nervous at the scene. A boy who liked dating guys that were the age of his dad and fat as a cow offering a beer and hard on to this straight, old man.

“So, what are you doing here? Are you here to buy some pills?” He asked in a slight hushed voice.

I immediately said yes without a second to realize what I had just said. I asked him to hold the six pack of beer I had, and he did so kindly as I dug out the few bucks I had.

“What ya doing carrying around this beer?” He asked; it was very oddly out of place.

I replied staring straight into his blue eyes and making sure he didn’t look at my erection, “My sister’s boyfriend wanted me to give him to you. I’m actually running an errand for him. He needed some Vicodin and asked me to bring you the cash and some beer for some pills.”

“Haha,” he chuckled, his voice sounded like he was a southerner hillbilly, “alrighty then.” He smiled, going into his home with the beer and cash. He brought back a handful of pills. I took them gingerly, making sure not to drop a single one.

I said “thanks” and added one more comment. “Brandon told me that you should drink the beet tonight. It’s a real fine brew he said. And that it has a little extra something to make you have a ‘crazy’ afternoon.”

He laughed and took one and proved it to me by drinking it immediately. The idiot didn’t even look to see the top was off. If I hadn’t taken it off, he would have no liquid pouring into his throat. He shut the door with his foot, and I was left.

A wave of relief blew past me. I don’t believe I got away with all that. It was unbelievable. It was surreal. What . . . a moron he is! I laughed to myself, looking at my hand full of pills. I threw them all over the ground.

“Won’t need any of these,” I said, smiling at my plan. Now I had to wait an hour or two and come back to see if he is knocked out. I chuckled and left.

After around 4 hours, I headed back down to where the old geezer lived. I smiled coyly at the thought. I didn’t believe it. I was actually going to be able to touch him and rub his big belly. This is going to be great, I cheered.

It was nighttime. It was a rather peaceful night with a cool breeze blowing me down the street. It was eager as well to see what was going to happen that night I thought.

I found myself standing in front of his house once more. I couldn’t see much in the window, though I knew there was a light on. I knocked three times to see if there would be an answer. It was dead silent as the night. I knocked once more. No answer.

I placed my hand on the doorknob ever so slowly and heard the door as it creaked inward. A really loud creak. I shuddered at the thought of being caught by him coming into his home late at night without permission. Breaking and entering. I’d go to jail. Please be a sleep.

The sight of the living room was one great relief. Bill was passed out, snoring very loudly in his couch recliner. A pizza box was thrown haphazardly onto the floor with several beer bottles, the same ones I gave him. He was drooling in his sleep and had his hands on his belly. I watched as he snored. It was kinda of hypnotic or soothing in a way. I smiled watching his big belly go in and out with air. I did it. I’m going to be able to touch him all I want. But where to begin I wonder? I locked the door behind me and went to stand over him. Like my mother said, he was an utter slob. The living room was a giant mess. Clothing was thrown all about with trash every which where you could see. The trashcan was overflowing with another pizza box and trash was everywhere on the floor, mainly food wrappings and such.

His shirt was ridding up his massive tank. It covered only his boobs and had pizza sauce dripped onto it. His belly looked like it was swollen to beyond the point of a pregnant woman’s. It seemed he had stuffed himself silly in a binge due to the beer. Damn. I did some good work.

I put my hands onto his stomach, immediately sparking a reaction to my penis. It started to throb. It was all so exciting. I began to pat and rub his stomach all over. It was as lovely as I dreamed. So full and round. It was very erotic. Damnit. I undid the belt to my pants, taking off both my pants and underwear, exposing my hard dick to the cold room’s air.

Oh, yes. I need this. I rubbed my dick against his belly and in no time pre-cum started to drip out. This was insane. My whole body quacked with the feeling of rubbing against him. He only moaned and groaned in his stupor. He let out a slight burp to which got me more excited. I fingered his bellybutton to see how deep it was. It was actually pretty roomy. So, after a few more spurts. I tried placing my dick in. Only the tip would fit but still it was good enough and created more drive to my urges.

This was probably the most amazing time I’ve ever had with a guy. It was insanely erotic, though my current sex buddy was asleep. I began to rock back and forth driving my head in and out his belly button, lubing it up quite a bit. It started making a slurping, wet sound after a good while. I watched as his belly rippled and moved from the impact of my humping and it made me that much horny. I could practically cum right then and there. But I fought the urge bag and edged entirely. Once I got bored with that. I undid his pants to find what treasure may lie underneath.

And my god it was big. For a man his size, I didn’t expect such a big prize. It stuck out the same distance as his belly which was pretty big. I began by putting it into my mouth and slurping on his foreskin. After a few minutes, his dick was ready for action. And Bill was moaning with pleasure and urgency. He even let out a whimper saying “Oh, baby please suck my dick.”

I whispered “gladly” as I continued shoving the enlarging dick into my mouth. I continued so for a few minutes with him moaning quite loudly until he shot his load down my throat, and I embraced it all. It was a huge load and I made a gagging sound when trying to swallow it all. It almost worked but a little spilled out of my mouth. I licked my chops clean. This was the best fun I’ve ever had with a man. I loved being in complete control.

It was time I moved upward. I pinched his nipples, which were large and pink and played with his woman-like tits a while. Next, I began to kiss him on the lips. Oh, the feeling of his beard against my lips was great. A real turn on as I stroked my cock slowly. I constantly rubbed his belly all the while with my other hand.

This is where things turned for the weird. I don’t even know what happened next. I placed my finger at his lips and slightly in his mouth playfully and my hand was seemingly sucked into his mouth. What the hell? How did he have that big of a mouth? Vore isn’t possible in real life. And it’s understandable considering my friend was able to fit his whole fist in his mouth. I thought nothing of it as I continued rubbing his belly, and resuming my bellybutton fucking.

This is when things got too weird. My arm began to be sucked in with my fist, and I could feel my arm inside a tight chamber, on the outside I could see my hand wriggling in a distended throat of the old man. This isn’t real. No way is this happening.

It happened again and this time my whole body was pulled onto him. I was rubbing up against his belly and on top of him as the rest of my arm was viciously pulled in. He wasn’t snoring anymore; he was gulping. No way is this happening. I tried pulling my arm out but it was stuck fast. I can’t let this happen. I’ll literally die if he consumes me! No, this is foolish this has to be a dream. But the feelings were too real for it to be a dream. My dick was pressing up hard against his belly and leaking pre-cum constantly. I don’t think I’ve had that much come out of me at once before. Another tug and my shoulder began to enter his mouth. My boner was raging harder.

My mind is telling me this is going to end badly but my boner tells me it is oh so right. I don’t know what to do. I looked at him again. He was such a hot man and was way hotter on the inside . . . and wet.

He pulled again my head began to enter into his mouth. I could look down and see his chest and my lower body pressed against his huge belly. I was going to be another meal for him. How was this even physically possible? No way can he consume my entire body. His throat cannot stretch big enough. But to my surprise he was able to.

I could hear him gulping more and more as my body was slowly taken into his. The entire time I was pressed hard against his body as well as my hard on, which was rather enjoying it more than I was since I was worried for my life. I swear I’d cummed a gallon of pre by now. It was dark where I was I couldn’t see much but the wet, pink of his insides from his mouth’s slight opening. This was insane.

It was pushed so hard against him it felt as if I was almost…suffocating? Oh my god, am I going to die this way? There was no way I could pull free now. My stomach was now entering into his mouth. I was pushed against his body and I felt like I was part of him now. Some weird feeling. The fact he could get me in as big as I am is incredible. And kinda of amazing. He didn’t have much effort taking in my chubby belly. It was a mere appetizer to him as my legs were thin like noodles.

My hard on was to the point of painful pleasure. It was pressed immensely hard against him in contact and was spurting all over the place. It find amazing. I was so horny and wanted this so badly. I wanted to become a part of his immense girth.

Quickly and with less effort, sleeping Bill gulped more and I slid down his gullet like a noodle on a wet slide. When me dick entered into his hot wet throat, it began surging all over. I throbbed harder and harder and seemed like it grew with blood, it was ready to explode almost. Finally, Bill swallowed one more time; my legs were like soup noodles to him. And I began the fast decent into his stomach. My hard on couldn’t take it anymore from the heat, the wetness; the extreme tightness of his throat seemed to squeeze the life out of it, or the payload. I came more than I had ever in my entire life. The best orgasm ever. It traveled down with me to his stomach. My whole body seemed to convulse and shiver from the powerful orgasm. It took all the energy out of me as I finally slide into his tight sac of a stomach.

This would be my home from now on. Tightly packed into his gut with anything else he ever eats until I’m digested and turned into more bountiful and beautiful fat for his belly. I thought about it. I’d love to see how much bigger I made him. He thought made me hard again. So, I began to hump the side of his stomach. It was tight as fuck. It didn’t take long this time to cum and I shot another huge load all over my inside his stomach. I sat there with the acids with a liquid layer of cum, completely satisfied and drained. I wonder how he will react when he sees his newfound girth haha.

I laughed then fell asleep inside his stomach which probably had grown twice or even triple in size. It would be easier to see my entire body like a giant skin suit of fat flesh. My fantasy had finally come true.

Suddenly, I woke up in a hot sweat from my bed. I was startled and looked all around me. I was my familiar room. And I looked under the covers and found a massive hard on. It was all just a dream? I thought. I wish that it could have been true. It was too good for reality. Sigh.

“Fuck you world,” I said, as I heavily threw my head on my pillow and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, at Bill’s it was a day or two later, and he finally awoke and noticed something very odd. He felt as if he was much larger. His gut looked almost triple the size it was. He shrieked in terror. Oh my god. Did that pizza do this to me? He thought. It took him an actual effort to get his ass of his recliner. He was much bigger and heaved his newfound girth up to go look in his bathroom. He had to waddle and be careful or he’d topple over and be like a turtle he thought.

He weighed himself the best he could considering he couldn’t see his scale at all anymore. He almost fainted at the site of the scale. He had gained 150 pounds. He lifted his belly up in his arms and wiggled in a little.

“I’m never going to eat pizza again,” He said letting out a loud belch.