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Some of my fave pics from a little bulk I did earlier this year. Lost weight cause life is crazy but…I think it’s time to get this back, would you agree?

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Can’t control myself lately, just wanna grow

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Lud's 2025 Beerio Kart tournament was filled with belly moments. And so many streamers encourage Lud to show it off, want to feel it, and love his growth. Chat lights up with so many positive comments each time too. Long live Bellywig!

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Nothing better to start the day than chugging milk like a big boy

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Be honest do these shorts make me look fat ? 🐷😅

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Where's your brother "there was an incident while fishing a bigass fish ate him" *burp* I tried to save him but it was too late

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Image from @croquejeannette

Claude mustered up the courage to go back to the gym after a year long hiatus.

He wasn’t a slouch by any means, he took general care of himself but put on weight after landing himself on strict bed rest and minimal working out so he certainly put on a lot of weight during the transition.

It was late when he went and of course, most everyone he knew going to this gym had either moved on to another gym or just stopped going there altogether.

However, Claude came back with a vengeance, still pumping out solid numbers and after an hour or two of getting himself back in form was he fresh out of the showers ready to leave when he heard someone talking to him.

“Surprised a fatass like you could pump those kind of numbers.”

Claude turned around to find a leaner, muscular jock bro just standing at the exit of the locker room as he walked in and was grabbing a few of his things as locker right next to Claude.

“I beg your pardon.” He asked, confused by such a conversation starter.

But the gym bro closed the locker and simply eyed him up and down.

“Maybe you should eat leaner foods bro. I was just joking anyways fatass.” He said as he turned his back to Claude as he began to walk off.

However, he didn’t get far. He was grabbed from behind as the gym bro let out a yelp before his voice was muffled as Claude unhinged his jaw and pulled the jock into his mouth.

The man struggled, but he found himself being swallowed whole, kicking and struggling as his tank top, shorts and other articles of clothing were all ripped or stripped off of him while Claude easily overpowered the smaller man with ease.

Claude teased his meal as his tongue glided across the jocks body as he wiggled and squirmed mercilessly until Claude was stuffing the jocks feet past his lips.

Claude looked at his muscle gut as this unknown jock bro was curled up and struggling for freedom.

“You’re right man. I do need to start eating leaner, thanks for the tip!-BURREAPPPPPP!”

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Vlastimil kuzel

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Working the Holidays

Happy Fourth! To be clear, we're celebrating the 4th of July in a liberal/leftist way, like a true American patriot would. Here's an update from Josh, my first ever pred I've written about. I hope you enjoy!

Deep, desperate glugs sentenced the pair of feet to their forever home in Josh’s hairy, enormous gut that stretched out below his pecs. Bill, his older, chunkier, delicious tasting coworker was now finding himself lodged deep in the pit of Josh’s behemoth belly like the food he was. Feeling the man’s journey down his esophagus, the predator rubbed over his gurgling stomach, filled already with three other coworkers, and took his final swallow of the married man whom he was swallowing whole.

Once he felt Bill finish entering his stomach chamber, Josh let out a heavy sigh, panting because of the weight that filled up his midsection. “Ungh…Fuck… all four of you feel so good in there. You're mine, in my belly. Just let it take care of y—BBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”

A pair of dress shoes soaked in saliva and digestive juices flew out of the greedy man’s mouth onto the waxed office floor. He must’ve been so desperate to get his coworkers inside his titanic gut that he forgot to even take their shoes off. Judging by how soaked they were, these probably belonged to Paul, but maybe they were Marco’s shoes. Whatever the case, Josh bent down, which was significantly harder than normal thanks to his heaving belly in the way, picking up the pair of shoes and opening up his jaw to swallow them down again. He needed every single part of his prey digesting in his belly. He wasn’t going to let a single part of his food slip away, no matter what. That was just the way things were when you had a belly like Josh’s.

Since it was a holiday, the office where Josh worked was pretty empty, filled with just him and four other coworkers, and his boss, though he went off somewhere for his lunch break. The large space up on the 21st floor of the building flooded with radiant sunlight, and Josh wished that he had gotten the day off for the fourth of July. Unfortunately, he had been asked to stay in for the day, which had been quite the mistake, given his churning belly full of coworkers. He looked down at the fuzzy mountain of a belly and wondered when his boss would be back. This job, which he was relatively new at because he had inadvertently swallowed every single person at his old job, essentially just used him as a poster child, advertising their firm with his perfect smile and handsome face. It wasn’t rare to see his beautiful mugshot all over town on billboards and advertising space. They did occasionally saddle the himbo with miscellaneous busy work, which was how he found himself working on one of his favorite holidays of the year. The Fourth of July was always a time he could go all out and stuff his face full of shirtless guys and hotdogs, but alas, he was stuck here.

Still, he thought he could hold out on eating his coworkers again. Unfortunately, once Josh’s belly growls for people, he can’t control himself whatsoever. Worse yet, Josh’s fuzzy ball belly wouldn’t stop growling until Paul, Marco, Parker, and Bill were squirming around inside him. His boss Bob wasn’t back yet, but Josh knew that he needed dessert still.

Stroking his stomach lovingly, he spoke to it, “Don’t worry, big guy. We’re gonna get you even fuller.”

His bloated and noisy belly responded with a heavy gurgle followed by a low growl.

“I know, I know. Bob’s gonna be here soon. Just shhh for now. Let me rub you until you’re happy.”

And Josh did. Splayed out, belly-up in the middle of the office floor, Josh belched out lowly and massaged his fuzzy belly, feeling his cock swell under it. The predator fooled around with himself, thrusting his cock up the underside of his belly, gulping down loads of air and burping it out, jostling his prey around to feel them wriggle in him. He anxiously checked the clock every half-minute, wondering when his boss would come back. He really wanted to feel someone sliding down his throat. It was as if Josh knew he would be punished harshly if he didn’t abide by his belly’s whims, so he acted like a guilty puppy, idly rubbing his enormous globe of a gut and waiting, almost whimpering out of sheer desire.

Eventually, Bob did come back from a nice, hearty lunch, evidenced by his own bloated midsection (which paled in comparison to Josh’s). The bald, middle aged man stepped inside and froze in place, completely lost at what he was seeing. Josh, in the middle of the floor, was humping his own grotesquely swollen belly and whispering to it sweet nothings like “Don’t worry, baby,” and “We’ll get you filled up soon…”

“Josh…?”

“Bob! I’m so glad you’re here. This belly has been craving you for what feels like the past decade. Come on in!”

The predator casually walked up to his boss and clamped a hand on his suited shoulder. Bob was still not in control of his movements, so Josh found little struggle in lurching the man forward onto his gurgling stomach. Then, the himbo pinned Bob to the wall with his belly. The boss could feel movement coming from within, and he shuddered at what had happened whilst he was gone. Still, words eluded him as fear acted like a stopper in his vocal chords. Bob felt a rumble coming from the pit of the poster-boy’s belly, and he was silently praying that he was wrong about what he thought was going to happen. 

Unfortunately, his prayers went unanswered, and Josh opened his mouth, pillars of saliva connecting the roof of his mouth with his pink, fleshy tongue. Slimy, visceral noises from Josh’s mouth welcomed Bob in like a dinner bell. As Josh widened his lips around his boss, the himbo let out a moan of delight as he finally fulfilled his craving.

A symphony of heavy gulps and gurgles signaled the passage of Bob into Josh’s already filled belly. The man slowly made the hairy stomach grow, however, much to Josh’s pleasure. The predator’s hands rubbed over the dome, hot from the digestion process. His boss didn’t last long at all as Josh choked him down like the food he was. Eventually, after many needy swallows, Bob found himself coated in juices and half-digested food from Josh’s lunch that wasn’t his coworkers. Bob was in hell, but Josh was engrossed in pure, heavenly bliss.

“Ahhh,” Josh heaved a sigh of relief, finally feeling satisfied, “Thanks, Boss. You hit the spot—BBBBOOOUUUURRRRPPPPPPP.”

Evidently, Bob wasn’t going to be a sexy belly bulge without a fight. The inside of the hairy ball gut experienced a surplus of squirming and shouting, but Josh didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the hungry himbo giggled and patted his distended belly as he enjoyed his food’s desperate cries for relief. 

“Just let this belly take care of you all. It’s okay. And hey, — BBBBWWWWWAAAAAAOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP — now you know for the future: Don’t schedule me on a holiday like Fourth of July.”

All five men trapped within the tight muscle of the belly felt something below them start groaning, kicking the digestion process into high gear. It would seem the five would all get digested into a massive pile of mush for the himbo to rub over and squish as he so pleased. At the very least, they filled him up for the holidays, so Josh would be able to happily spend his night watching the fireworks instead of hunting for belly-fillers.

Clocking out, the behemoth belly worthy of worship exited the office into the elevator, followed by one very happy Josh. The Fourth of July festivities had only just begun.

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