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Greg woke up to the obnoxious sound of his digital alarm clock, but unlike most days were he would hit the snooze button with a sigh, and give himself five more minutes, the large man woke up with an excited smile as turned the alarm off.

"Welp, today's the day." Greg said while looking at his large empty stomach, which was already growling in starvation, eager to claim the meals it had been waiting for, for so so long.

Greg took one last look on the date on his alarm clock, he was certain of what day it was, but one could never be too sure, and it would be quite the embarrassment if he'd spent all this time waiting to have his special dinner the 'right way' only to mess up right at the end and indulge too early, just because he was overeager.

But as Greg expected he was right about the day's date.

August 8th, a very special day for Preds like him, and that year it was extra special.

"God, I've waited for this day for fucking ever." Greg said as he stroked his hard cock a few times, after only a few strokes, he was already leaking precum and Greg stopped himself. "Woof, I'm excited. But I can't blow my load just yet."

Greg gave himself one last little stroke, then put his underwear on and made his way downstairs to prepare for his long-awaited meal.

About four hours after waking up, did Greg here the door to his twin sons' bedroom open and they stepped out wearing nothing but their matching orange and blue undies.

"Finally," Greg whispered to himself. "About damn time, I was about to go in there and wake them up myself."

Both young men simultaneously walked down the stairs and into the living room to greet their father.

"Morning, Dad." The younger twin, Max, said while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I'm kind of shocked you're here already, guess you had an easy hunt this morning?" Asked the older boy, Mark.

Greg shrugged, "Nah, didn't go hunting this morning."

The twins looked at each other and raised their eyebrows in surprise before looking back at their father.

"Uh Dad?" Mark started, "You do know what today is right?"

Greg laughed, "Of course, kiddos! How could I forget my boys' twenty-fifth birthday?"

"But Dad," Max said with an almost disappointed expression as he looked at Greg's empty belly. "It's your day as well you know? You usually have someone in there by now."

Greg grinned at his son, "Oh don't worry, I'm going to get my meal soon." Greg's belly let out a loud rumble to enunciate the point, which made Max blush like crazy, while Mark rolled his eyes, not sharing the same interest in their father's diet that his younger brother had.

"I just thought I'd spend time with you boys today." Greg said while motioning towards the big bulge in his underwear.

Now it was Mark's turn to blush as he saw his father's erection, "O-oh." He said with a rather perverted smile, "I'm already loving this birthday."

Greg chuckled. While Max loved his father's hunger and big hairy belly, Mark could never get enough of his daddy's dick, and was always eager to offer his holes to his father.

Greg's "special" relationship with his sons began around the time they turned twenty, when he accidentally walked in on his boys' "bonding" experience, and for the past half decade, the three family members had enjoyed each other's company, and now Greg was finally ready to share his ultimate fantasy with his boys.

"So, do you two want to take this upstairs?"

Both of his sons nodded, their eyes fixated on the parts of their father they were eager to play with.

Greg laughed, and rubbed his belly with one hand, while fondling his balls with the other, "Well then."

The big father manhandled both boys and carried them on each of his shoulders, which made them both a whimpering mess as he carried them back to his bedroom.

Once they were in his room Greg gently laid them on the bed. "Now then," Greg said while slipping off his briefs freeing his thick cock of it's prison, "Ready to play kiddos?"

Both boys nodded and Greg carefully repositioned both his boys before straddling them on the bed. He positioned Max so that the younger twin would be planted face first into his daddy's big belly, while Mark was stationed where he could easily access Greg's cock.

For the next thirty minutes the entire family moaned in pleasure and lust. Greg loved the attention that his boys were giving him, from the way Max rubbed, kissed, and nuzzled his greedy tank, to the lovely feeling of Mark's tongue lapping away at his throbbing member.

"God, I love you boys so much," Greg said in a gravelly tone.

as he slightly humped Mark's face and pressed his belly down a bit more on Max, getting happy little moans from both of his boys as he teased them. "If I didn't know better, I'd think it was my birthday."

As Greg spoke his big gut let out a long hungry growl, and the father began thinking of what he would do next. Which of his boys should he eat first? Max clearly loved his belly, and judging from conversations the two had had in the past, he clearly liked the idea of becoming part of his father's belly, meanwhile Mark was in the opposite position, although he found his daddy very hot, he didn't want to end up in his father's gut, so he would definitely put up more of a fight than Max would, which Greg would definitely enjoy.

Greg moaned loudly as he thought about how he wanted to do this. If he ate Mark first then Max would have a fully belly to rub and worship, not to mention his son loved it when Greg railed him while he had a full squirming belly, and Greg had a feeling that Max wouldn't mind hearing the terrified screams of his brother, in fact he'd probably be incredibly aroused by it, especially when Greg explained that they'd be reunited soon, plus Max would get to see the full process of his brother's digestion.

On the other hand, it could be pretty fun eating Max first. Although Mark wasn't into vore, he probably would still be very eager to play with his dad while little Max stewed away, after all he knew how eager Max was to be eaten by their father, and since Mark loved to please his brother, he would probably let Greg fuck him while little Max digested away then once they were done, Greg would send Mark where he belonged.

"Oooh fuck." Greg moaned, still debating how he wanted to do things. Thinking about what he was going to do to his boys was getting him close, he could feel his orgasm coming and placed both hands firmly on the bed so he could keep his balance as he humped away at little Mark's mouth.

"Here it comes kiddo!" Greg shouted as he roared with such ferocity that it rivaled a bear's, and came inside his older son's mouth. The father grinned when he could hear his son swallowing every drop of his father's seed. "Drink up kiddo," Greg said while wiggling his hips some, "I've been edging for the past few days thinking about this."

At the same time Greg's stomach let out a loud rumble and he could hear his younger son let out a happy moan, "Oh, Dad you sound so hungry." His son's voice was muffled as he spoke into the fat, but with enough focus Greg could make out what Max was saying. "Do you want a post sex meal?"

Greg grinned. He DID want a post sex meal; all that was left to decide who he was going to eat first.

Once Greg's orgasm had ceased, he carefully got off his boys and flopped down beside them on the bed. Both Max and Mark were quick to get up from where they were and each of them sat next to their father on different sides.

"Thanks Dad." Mark said as he licked his lips savoring the flavor of his father's seed. "That was the best way to start a birthday."

Max nodded as he laid his head on Greg's rumbling belly, "It was pretty fucking great." The younger twin then proceeded to lick his father's navel, getting some more lovely moans from Greg and gentle head pats from his father.

"And you two are the best sons I could have asked for...Fuck I could do that with you all over again."

All three men smiled at each other and Greg's stomach let out a long loud hungry grumble.

"Okay Dad," Mark said biting his lips, "I may not have the same interest as Max, but it sounds like you're really fucking hungry, why don't you go hunting?"

Max seemed to really like the suggestion, and his eyes lit up with excitement, "Yeah, and can I come along I'd love to come along. I'll even give you extra belly rubs, Please Daddy, please?"

Greg grinned and sat up and pressed both of his boys into his hairy midsection. Max was of course happy to be pressed against his father, while Mark seemed neutral to his current position.

As Greg's stomach let out a loud rumble, he pondered the question in his mind once more.

Who was he going to eat first? Mark? Or Max?

Greg's eyes bounced back and forth between his two boys as he considered who was going to down the hatch. Once he made up his mind he grinned wickedly.

"Y'know kiddos, Ya'll are right, I am starving."

Mark grinned, "Well you and Max have fun!"

Greg licked his lips as he looked at his eldest son, "Oh believe me," Greg pulled Mark closer to his mouth, and Mark looked incredibly confused by what was happening, "We will." Greg said as he opened his bearded mouth wide and began shoving Mark inside.

"Dad, Dad what are you- Oh! Ahhhmmmph!" Mark tried to shout, but his voice was incredibly muffled as his face was shoved inside of his father's mouth.

Greg moaned around his boy. Mark's flavor was amazing and the sweat that had built up from their earlier encounter had added so much to the already delicious taste.

The taste of his own son caused Greg's belly to rumble hungrily and Greg couldn't help but give into his stomach's desire and took a big gulp, sending his son's head down his throat.

While all of this was going on, Max wasn't even blinking as he watched what was going on. His father was swallowing his older twin brother, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"W-wow." The younger twin muttered as he rubbed his dad's belly. If either of them was going to get eaten, Max had always thought it would be him, but the fact that it was Mark, was equally hot. Then again, with how big Greg's appetite could be, there was always the chance that after his father finished sending Mark down into the digestive tank, that it would be Max's turn to take the plunge, and Max wouldn't mind one bit.

Greg laughed as he felt Max worship his gurgling belly as he swallowed up more of Mark, bringing the young man's torso into his mouth, leaving only his waist and kicking legs outside his mouth. Greg also took this moment to slip off Mark's undies, even though he could easily digest the clothing, he wanted to enjoy his boys in their purest forms.

Greg enjoyed his son's flavor a bit more before going in for another gulp and sending his son further down his throat.

Mark was pretty deep inside of his dad's body now, and he was not thrilled about any of this, like his younger twin outside was. "Dad! Dad! Please, don't! It's Max that wants to be here, not me! Please spit me out!"

But clearly his pleas meant nothing to Greg, since immediately after the words were out of his mouth, Greg swallowed again, sending Mark further inside, but despite this the twenty-five-year-old didn't stop pleading.

"Dad please, please, I'll do whatever you want just please don't do this!"

Meanwhile on the outside, things were far more peaceful. Max was still worshiping his father's belly, as Greg gently stroked his son's hair. Most of Mark had been consumed by this point the only parts of his eldest son still outside were the boy's wiggling feet.

Greg had meant to take more time, but his son just tasted too damn good. Besides, he still had Max left, and given how easy of a meal the younger twin would be, Greg figured he could take his time with him.

This thought spurred Greg to go on and finish his meal, so he pushed Mark's feet in and with a thick-

GULP

Sent the remainder of his son sliding down his belly.

"Ahhhhh" Greg sighed as he enjoyed the blissful aftermath of what he just did. He looked down at Max, before grinning and letting out a big burp.

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP."

Max was shivering at the sight, "N-nice one Dad."

Greg laughed, "Yeah it was huh?" It was then that Greg saw that Max was pitching a pretty big tent, "So'd you enjoy watching me gobble up your brother?"

Max couldn't even say anything in reply, simply nodding as he blushed intensely.

Greg let out another belch and shoved his son's face into his gut.

"Well get to rubbing kiddo! Your brother will be digesting away pretty fucking soon."

Max eagerly complied and worshiped the squirming mass in front of him. He kissed it several times and pressed down on the bulges that Mark was making.

Meanwhile inside the stomach, Mark was kicking furiously. He couldn't believe this was happening, Max was the one with the vore fetish, so why was HE the one inside their dad's gut?!

Mark was still crying out, but neither his brother nor his father were responding to his pleas. This wasn't a surprise to Mark though, even though he was pleading for freedom, he knew that his father wasn't going to let him out, once his had got a hold of a meal he always finished it.

As Mark struggled suddenly the stomach shifted around as Greg changed his position, which caused some of the stomach juices to splash onto Mark, creating a weird tingly sensation.

"Nice." Greg said as he finished lubing up his undevoured son's hole, "You ready kiddo?"

Max was in heaven, he could feel his brother's squirming on top of his back, and while part of him felt bad for Mark, he couldn't deny that this was quite hot.

"Yeah." Mark replied to his father's earlier question, "I'm ready, Dad."

And with no more words needed from either of them, Greg slowly penetrated his son. Although he'd fucked Max before, he still tried to be careful since he knew the boy preferred more gentle and loving sex, the son currently stewing inside his gut was the one that preferred the rough stuff.

"How does it feel, kiddo?"

"I'm good, Dad."

Greg kissed his son on the cheek. "Good, I'm going to continue alright?"

Max moaned as he felt his dad go deeper inside his hole and arched his back up so he could get a better feel for his brother's frantic squirms as he was digested by their father.

For the next near hour, Greg pounded his son's ass, and his gut got to digesting his other one. During the entire process he could feel Max rubbing his back against his hairy dome as his older brother was digested above him.

It was even better than Greg had fantasized, he'd wanted to eat his boys for so many years, and now that one of them was actually inside his stomach, he couldn't believe how good it all felt...and once he and Max had their orgasm, he'd send his younger son down the hatch as well~

Meanwhile inside the stomach, Mark was beginning to panic even more.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." The older twin said frantically as the digestive fluids were rapidly rising and he felt an extremely warm and tingly feeling over his entire body

It was happening he was being digested, his father was actually digesting him! "Dad! Please, I think you can still save me! Please cough me up! Max we can trade places, I know you've wanted Dad to eat you for a while now, this is your chance!"

Greg grinned, he had managed to hear his son's words, "Sorry kiddo!" Greg said between grunts, "But you know my motto. Food's food no exception."

Mark was mortified by his father's words, "Dad please, come on I'm your son! Aren't you going to miss me? Sure, you'll still have Max, but what about me. Who are you going to fuck when you're horny and have an empty stomach!?"

"Oh don't worry about me kiddo, I'm going to be just fine....Urrruurarp!" Greg grinned at the taste he got from the belch. "Besides there's one thing you're mistake about, Max is going to join you, once we're done fucking!"

Hearing what was in store for him, sent Max over the edge and he moaned loudly as his cock twitched and he shot multiple volleys of cum which landed on his Dad's sheets.

"Oooh, did you like that buddy?" Greg said teasingly, "That's right, once Daddy cums, it's your turn." Greg pulled out of his son gently, he had planned to cum inside of Max, but he had a different idea now.

Having felt his Dad pull out of him, Max turned around and looked up at his dad. "You're really going t-to?" He couldn't even finish the question from how excited he was.

Greg's stomach gurgled loudly as more of Mark was digested, and the big man let out another massive burp, though this time he didn't bother replenishing the air and Max listened to the sound of the stomach claiming his brother as the frantic struggles came to a very abrupt stop and the gurgling intensified.

Greg laughed at the sound of his son's demise, "Oh you were such a good boy, Mark, and an even better meal~" The large pred was now stroking himself faster as the digestion process continued, "Oh hear that Max? This is what Daddy's about to do to you, I know you've dreamed of this for quite a while, and it's finally going to happen bud."

Although he just came, Max was getting hard again from listening to his father's words. Max blushed profoundly as he replied to his dad, "Yes Dad I'm ready, please do it, I want to join my brother."

Greg grinned smugly as he stroked a bit faster, "C'mon kiddo you can do better, beg like you mean it."

Max bit his lips and began speaking rapidly, "Dad please, I need this, I need this so fucking bad! Ever since I found out you were a predator, I've wanted you to pack me away in their and make me your meal. Dad come on this is the reason I exist! I was born on vore day for crying out loud! I'm clearly meant to be your dinner! I want to digest just like Mark is, I want to join my brother as fat as on your big belly! Please Daddy, I need it!"

The way his son just pathetically begged to be devoured, sent Greg over the edge, and he unleashed his load all over Max.

For a minute the father and son just stared at each other, and the two just nodded silently and understood that it was time.

"I love you, kiddo."

Max blushed as he looked longingly into his father's eyes, "I love you too, Daddy."

"Now last question head first or feet first?"

Max smiled at his dad's question, it was happening, this was finally happening.

"Feet first, I want to see you eat me."

Greg grinned at his son's answer, and backed up a bit and immediately got to work.

Lifting his son's legs off the bed, Greg gently shoved his son's feet inside his mouth and guided them to the back of his mouth. Greg moaned at his son's flavor.

"Oh god..." Max muttered as he watched his Dad eat him. "This is better than anything I've dreamed of, Dad please keep going, I want you to make me completely yours~"

Greg chuckled around his son's legs as they slid inside. He didn't get to eat prey feet first often, so he loved hearing his son continue to beg as he descended to his new home.

Although Greg intended to savor his second son, the same thing that had happened to him while he ate Mark happened again. The feeling of consuming Max was just overpowering, and he needed to have the boy completely inside, and just rapidly started swallowing.

Not long after, the only part of Max hanging outside his father's mouth was Max's head. "Oh...Dad." Max said as he looked into his Dad's eyes one last time. "Do it, Dad. Make me yours."

That was all Greg needed to hear. With two powerful gulps, Greg pulled his son inside his mouth with the first one, and then finished him off with the second one.

Greg felt Max slide down just like his brother did and when he felt his willing meal land in the stomach, some of the air shifted around in him and it all came out in a massive-

"BWUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"

Max grinned when he heard the belch, and looked at the meaty soup he had landed in. "I'm here."

Shortly after he said that there was a Plop sound next to Max and he saw his brother's skull pop up next to him. The young man laughed at the sight that most would be horrified by, "Hey bro, looks like Dad took care of you pretty fast huh?"

Max felt a tingling sensation all over his body, because he entered second, his father's digestive system was already quite active, so he would start melting much faster than his brother did.

"Dad." Max cried out, "I don't know if you can hear me, but thank you so much, I'm so happy I could be your meal. I love you so much."

Greg grinned. "I'm glad to hear that kiddo, you and your brother are some of the best things I've eaten. I guess ya'll weren't kidding when you said my cooking was pretty damn good!"

Max laughed at the tease, then focused his energy on rubbing the stomach walls.

For the next thirty minutes, Greg stroked himself as he enjoyed the internal massage his son gave him, but by the time he was close to cumming for a third time he felt Max's movements coming to a slow, before they stopped altogether.

GLORP

As his stomach let out another loud gurgle, Greg finally let loose and sprayed his spunk all over the bed.

The room smelled of sex and musk, he would definitely need to wash the sheets.

"But I can do that later." Greg said to himself as he lied down and let out another gargantuan belch.

"BHHHHHHHUUUUURRRRARRRP!"

Greg slapped his stomach as he heard some of Max's bones snap, and the form of his youngest son collapsed from the intensity of Greg's stomach.

"Just sink in there kiddo."

Greg slapped his stomach and laughed again, "Welp I hope you kiddos had fun, cause I sure did. Happy BHURRRARRP-DAY!"

***

That night, Greg relaxed on the living room couch, half watching a movie that he and his sons used to watch together.

Greg's sons were pretty far into digestion by this point, all of their bones that survived Greg's intense digestive system, had already been belched back up by their father, which he kept in an empty plastic container. Everything that Greg hadn't belched up had been thoroughly turned into chyme that was now going through his intestines.

"I have to say," Greg said with a happy smile as he spoke to the bone filled container, "I'm glad both your skulls survived, I've been thinking they'd make good decorations for quite a while now, I was thinking about turning your room into a guest room, and using your bones as decoration. What do you boys think?"

Amusingly enough, Greg's stomach let out a long loud gurgle, like Max and Mark were trying to tell him something even after being digested, which gave Greg a good chuckle.

"Ha! I knew you'd understand, Max! Your bones will make an excellent decoration for the guest room!"

Greg's stomach gurgle again and he let out a little burp, and tenderly rubbed his stomach. "Ahhhhhh, it's crazy to think, twenty-five years ago, you two came into this world, and now," Greg shook his stomach and a loud sloshing noise came from within, "You two are finally right where I've wanted you ever since you became adults."

Greg's stomach then let out a loud grumble, almost like it was arguing with him.

"Ah, Mark." Greg said in a sadistic, yet somehow fatherly, tone, "I know you didn't want this, but it's like your brother said," Greg paused to let out another deep belch, "Ya'll were born on vore day, so ya'll were clearly meant to be eaten. If I didn't eat you, I'm sure someone would have, so aren't ya'll glad you got eaten by your Daddy? I know I am!"

At that moment Greg's cell phone got a notification and when he checked what it said he laughed, "See this is what I mean, John just messaged me and do you want to know what he just said?"

Even though neither Mark or Max was capable of hearing him right now, Greg read the text message out loud.

"'Well Greg, just thought I'd like you to know, I've finally decided how I'm going to get my revenge. Since you ate my son, I'm going to eat your boys, and if I'm not mistaken, they're currently working at the local burger joint right? Well just thought you'd like to know I just pulled in to the driveway, best call them and tell them your goodbyes, old friend. Cause I'm about to have the best vore day of my life.' Holy shit can you two believe this?" Greg said with sadistic glee, before pointing his camera at Mark's and Max's skulls and took a picture and sent it to John while also typing a message that said,

"Heh, I told the boys to stay home with me today."

It didn't take long for Greg to get a response, his phone immediately started ringing, but Greg ignored it, just tossed his phone to the side. He wanted to enjoy every moment of Mark and Max's digestion.

Greg let out another belch as he felt more of the meaty soup that was his sons break slosh around inside him as he continued to rub his big hairy belly.

"Ahhhhh" Greg sighed, "This day has been so much fun kiddos, and just think the fun has only just begun for us." The large man patted his belly as he spoke, "I mean think of all the vacations we can go on now! I only have to buy for one now, so that certainly eases up the budget, not to mention all that cash you were saving for college, Mark! And I know Max gave you a huge bonus, since, well...we know he was never meant for college!"

As Greg talked to himself, he couldn't help but notice his gut looked slightly bigger already, "Damn kiddos, I can't wait to see what happens when I finish processing ya'll! And to think you were worried, about me, Mark! With how sexy you two are going to make me, I'm not going to have any trouble finding holes to plunder! Though, I highly doubt I'm going to have any long-lasting relationships, I mean, when I see a good looking guy, you know how hard it gets to resist my appetite! Besides, you'd have to be pretty fucked up to actually want to commit to a relationship with a bastard like me~"

Greg laid back and decided to take a little nap, as he heard some notifications sound on his phone. He figured it was probably John, still pissed that Greg got to Mark and Max first, but he'd rub the salt in that wound later. For now though, Greg wanted to enjoy resting his boys off.

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COMMISSION: Anciano - by RchlisNomSome

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Chapter 1

Frank and his son Evan cuddled up together on the sofa, leafing through the photo album. One of Frank's strong, thick arms was wrapped around Evan as he used the other arm to turn the pages in the album.

Frank and Evan lived alone together and Evan was completely devoted to his father. Today, just like he often did, he'd rushed home after finishing at university to cook dinner for his father, instead of hanging out with his friends. Frank had a powerful appetite and it took a lot of food to fill him up, so Evan usually worked hard in the kitchen cooking up the big portions that would keep his father satisfied. Frank spent most of the time when he wasn't working either at the gym or eating. Evan found it a challenge to keep up with his father's appetite, but nothing made him happier than seeing his father full, satisfied and happy after a big meal. Tonight, Evan had cooked his father fish stew, steaks, mashed potatoes and vegetables together with two loaves of freshly made bread. Evan beamed as his father sat back on the sofa groaning in pleasure after the huge meal. Evan couldn't keep his eyes off Frank's hefty belly, rounded out and spread tight within the frame of his huge chest and arms. He snuggled in close to the comforting warmth of his father's powerful figure as Frank leafed through the familiar album.

Evan loved going through the album with his father, and hearing the tales from Frank's childhood and youth the pictures would prompt him to recount. In truth, Evan didn't always listen to the details of the stories, instead getting lost in the soothing tones of Frank's deep voice.

Evan cuddled in closer as Frank turned the pages. Frank turned over to a page that had Evan's all-time favourite photo and grinned at his son.

"You like this one don't you!" Evan nodded and went slightly red.

It was a slightly faded and discolored photo of Frank with another man by a swimming pool. Frank must have been in his early twenties in the picture, which would date it to the mid 1990s. The other man looked slightly younger and was sat at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water. A few feet away Frank stood tall looming over him and smiling straight at the camera. Frank had a similarly broad and muscular frame as now, but his belly was a lot smaller back then, and with only a light dusting of fur rather than the soft fuzzy layer that fully covered it now.

"How could I not love it? Look how great you look in it!" Evan grinned up at his Dad.

"Thanks son!" Frank laughed. "That was before this tank grew quite as big as it is now." He patted his gut proudly.

Evan's heart started thumping as he summoned up the courage to ask his father the question he'd wanted to for so long. Frank moved his arm in order to start to turn the page over, and Evan knew he'd have to just go ahead and blurt it out or he'd lose the chance.

"Dad.... Who is the other person in that picture? I've always wanted to know."

Frank sighed, and put his arm down by his side. Evan panicked briefly, worried he'd said something that he shouldn't have done and that the moment they were sharing would be broken.

Frank turned towards Evan as Evan remained cuddled up next to him on the sofa. Frank's icy green eyes looked straight into Evan's.

"That... that was my brother, George."

This was the first that Evan had heard about his father having a brother. The man was an uncle that Evan never knew he had! What could have happened to him – maybe him and Frank had fallen out years ago? Evan wondered what it was that had always drawn him back to that picture.

It made sense now though – Evan could see the similarity between Frank and George, despite George's smaller frame, and the faded color of the photo.

"Dad... um... what happened to George?"

Now it was Frank's turn to go red. His eyes glazed over for a moment and he looked away from Evan for a moment. "Er.... it doesn't matter son."

"Dad, I'd like to know." Evan could sense there was something important about his father, and he wanted to know what it was. "You can tell me, whatever happened to him".

Frank looked straight back into Evan's eyes. "OK... here goes, son. If you'd really like to know... Well.... I ate him."

What?! Evan didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. Confusion swept over Evan as he looked up at his father, trying to decipher Frank's steely stare.

"Say that again, Dad? I don't think I heard you right."

Frank just repeated the same words. "I ate him, Evan."

There was no chance that Evan had misheard the second time. A chill shimmered through his body. Evan felt the warmth of Frank's stomach pressed up against his own athletic frame. Had that stomach really... eaten and digested his very own brother? Why? How? Evan stayed cuddled up against his father, but withdrew slightly.

Frank smiled at his son, trying to reassure him and clear up his confusion. "Yup... you heard right. Your old man ate your uncle George. I guess you were going to find out sooner or later. It's too bad you never got to meet him."

Frank told everything to his wide-eyed son, explaining about the hunger he had always felt when he was young, the urge that never went away to swallow and digest a whole live person. How he'd tried to supress the urge, but it just kept getting stronger and stronger. In the end, the urge got too much for Frank, and he ate his friend Dean at a camping trip the summer after they graduated high school. After that, he couldn't stop himself. Frank described how he tried to restrain himself and limit the pool of guys that he ate, but as time went by, the temptation and the hunger just grew stronger. Over time, he gave in to the urges more and more. He ate friends, college classmates and college teachers, as well as most of his fellow football players and his coach, and even a few family members - an uncle here, a cousin there.

Evan listened engrossed in his father's stories. For once, he was listening to every detail, hanging onto every word his father spoke. This made no sense... and yet, at the same time, it made perfect sense to Evan. Somehow, it seemed natural and almost reasonable that his strong, powerful and endlessly hungry father would devour actual people, as the ultimate expression of his gluttony.

"How are you doing, son?" Frank asked gently. "I know that this is a lot of information to take in."

Evan smiled back at his father. He still felt confused and slightly shocked, but if anything it made him admire his huge father even more. "It's OK, Dad. Tell me what happened to George? Did you have any other brothers too?"

Frank looked sheepish. "I did have one more brother, Andy, who took that photo of me and George." The photo album had long since been shut and placed back on the shelf. "I ended up eating both George and Andy. I went a bit out of control in my mid-twenties, and ate most of the family." Frank grinned. "Those were some fun days! Actually, in those days my appetite grew even more, and I used to eat so much. But I've had to put all of that behind me." Frank smiled wistfully and rubbed his gut as he reminisced about some of those meals he'd had in those days.

"So... do you still eat people now?" Evan asked nervously, but also slightly hopefully. He loved seeing his Dad hungrily wolf down the huge dinners he prepared. Seeing Frank eat a whole person would be an incredible sight for Evan.

Frank shook his head. "No, not any more. Not at all. Those days are completely behind me." He smiled at Evan. "I decided to put all that to one side once you came along. My priority had to be looking after you and bringing you up."

Evan grinned. "Well, you did a good job of that, Dad!" He nuzzled into his father's strong chest.

Evan wasn't wrong about that. Although Evan had some contact with his mom, it was his Dad who he had lived with as long as he could remember and who had brought him up. Frank had always made sure to work hard to provide for Evan and, as Evan grew up, Frank made sure that Evan took on his responsibilities and worked hard himself. Frank expected a lot from Evan who was responsible for cleaning, cooking and other chores at home.

"I'm glad you're understanding about my past, son. I need you to understand that I'd never do that now. I've kept myself on the straight and narrow for twenty years, now!" Frank's stomach rumbled. The thought of eating people once again definitely stirred some urges in him and a hunger in his belly, even though he knew for sure it wouldn't be something he'd be repeating.

Evan didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. "You wouldn't do it now, Dad?"

"Oh, no, no chance. Those days are behind me."

"Oh, OK. Do you think about it sometimes still?

Frank gave his belly a rub. "Oh sure, I think about it all the time, you can't get rid of those feelings. It's often very tempting. Just yesterday there was this guy at the gym who looked so delicious, I was practically drooling! But I've learned how to discipline myself. Besides, you cook such delicious food for me, I don't have as much need to look elsewhere for food!" Frank winked at his son and pressed his huge arms around him roughly but lovingly. Evan felt completely overwhelmed by the intense physical presence of his huge father.

Evan yawned, as the day's work and its revelations started catching up with him. He had one more question that he wanted to ask though. "Dad... are you sure that you wouldn't want to eat someone, sometime? I would really love to see it happen. Just to see what happened to your brothers and all those other people. I... I'd love to see it some time. If you want to."

Frank shook his head firmly. "Don't tempt me, son! That wouldn't be a good idea. Of course I want to. But it wouldn't be good to unleash those urges again. Trust me on that!"

Evan nodded, swallowing his disappointment. "Of course, Dad. Whatever you think is best." His father knew best, so if he said it wasn't a good idea, he must be right. Evan prised himself out of Frank's grip and looked down at his big hulking Dad sitting on the sofa. "Right, I'd better head to sleep now. Good night Dad."

"Good night son! I'm glad you are OK about it. I think it's best if we don't talk about it though, if that's OK? Honestly, I don't want you trying to tempt me to do something I shouldn't. Let's leave at that, all right?"

Evan nodded, even as he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave it there. "Sure. Sleep well."

Frank waved goodbye to his son as Evan headed upstairs. He was relieved at how well Evan had taken all that information. In fact, a weight had been lifted off his shoulder as he'd never been able to tell his son about his past until tonight. Frank dozed off on the sofa, rubbing his stomach as he noticed the pangs of hunger beginning. Waking himself up from his sleep, he hauled himself up off the sofa and padded through to the kitchen to see what leftovers or snacks he could find in the fridge. Ooh, maybe I could get a takeout, he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Evan got straight into bed and pulled the covers up over his chest, his mind swirling. The thought of his father eating someone - let alone his own brothers – was so exciting and chilling.

Evan drifted off to sleep but not long after was woken by the doorbell ringing. He sat upright in bed. He heard the door open, followed by his father's deep tones, and then the sound of the door clicking shut. This was a fairly frequent occurrence for Frank to order a takeout for his second, or even third, dinner, while Evan was already in bed. Evan heard the kitchen door shut. He tried to listen out for the sounds of his dad gulping down the pizza or whatever food he'd ordered tonight (Evan loved listening to his father devouring food), but it was too far away to hear.

Evan's mind started to race as he began to imagine what would have happened if Frank had eaten the delivery boy. He imagined his hungry Dad stuffing the frightened boy into his mouth, thinking only of satisfying his own greed. Frank would have hungrily gulped down the delivery guy the same way he was currently gulping down the pizza. Evan imagined Frank's full belly stuffed and bulging with the faint struggles of the desperate pizza boy inside. Evan thought he could hear Frank let out a loud belch downstairs, and it wasn't so much of a stretch to imagine Frank was belching while he started to digest the former pizza boy. It seemed like such an outlandish thing to imagine, and yet at the same time it seemed perfectly in keeping with Frank's personality and physical presence. It seemed like a perfectly normal thing for a big bulking man like Frank to do. Evan knew that Frank was capable of it and, as crazy as the idea seemed, it also felt very real.

Imagining his father eat the pizza guy made Evan feel so turned on. Without turning on the light Evan reached down under the covers and started jerking off. The sound of another, louder belch from downstairs sent Evan into the most intense climax as he coated his shorts and bedsheets with a thick spray of cum. Evan shuddered with the intensity of the feeling, made a rudimentary attempt to wipe up the cum and then rolled over. He drifted back into a deep sleep with intense dreams picturing his father's mouth and stomach mercilessly eating his meals.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Frank burped as he finished off his pizza, wiping his mouth with a shirt he found on the table (it must have been discarded earlier). He put the empty pizza boxed in the porch. Those pizzas, on top of the entire cake and two packets of cookies he'd gulped down while waiting for it to arrive, really hit the spot. But Frank couldn't help but imagine eating that delivery boy instead. He'd looked so tasty in his uniform, and with his slight build and timid demeanour, he would have been incredibly easy to pick up and gulp down. Even with Frank being out of practice after all of these years. Would anyone really miss one delivery guy, he wondered? Perhaps I could get away with it? Frank tried to push those thoughts away. There was a reason he'd moved away from that life, and he wasn't about to go back down that road. He quickly moved his brain onto thinking about other things instead as he started getting ready for bed. But the delivery guy stayed there in the background of his mind, and resurfaced in Frank's dreams.

Frank woke up from one of the dreams and sat up in bed. He rubbed his huge round gut. As much as he tried to suppress his urges, they were coming back and hitting him in a big way following his conversation with Evan. Frank rubbed his belly as he remembered the day by the pool with his brother George and the day, just a few weeks later, when George ended up getting digested in his gut. Frank had always been close to his brother, and the importance of their relationship had made him successfully hold off from eating him for some time. Along with the closeness between them was a competitive edge which reached a peak when the two brothers entered the same weightlifting contest. Frank's strength was higher than ever due to his high-protein diet. He would gulp down bodybuilders at the gym day after day to fuel his progress with the contest. But somehow, George started to catch up with his brother, fuelled by the competitive edge between them. One day, George came home from the gym, flexing and bragging about the new record he'd hit with his deadlifts which was more than Frank could manage. Grinning at his brother, George pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his cheeks. As he bent down to place the shirt in the washing machine, Frank's stomach gurgled hungrily and he made his decision. He'd turn his meaty brother into fuel for his own gains instead. George's chest was slippery with sweat as Frank eagerly grabbed hold of it, thrilling in his brother's screams as he lifted him up and started stuffing George into his mouth. Shocked by the powerful feeling of knowing he was devouring his own brother, his hunger enhanced by the salty taste, Frank gulped down his struggling desperate brother. Shoving his brother's large muscled form down his throat with such ease gave Frank a feeling of immense power. George would becoming nothing more than the meal Frank deserved. And there'd be no pesky brother to stand in the way of Frank winning the weightlifting contest.

After eating his brother, Frank sat back on the sofa nursing his belly, a huge grin spread right across his face. Now, more than twenty years later, he sat in exactly the same position, running the experience over in his head once again. He could still remember the taste of his brother's sweat when he belched, and the calm feeling the moment his stomach fell silent and George started getting broken down. George was gone forever, but Frank knew he wanted to experience that sensation again, how good it felt to have someone struggling and then digesting in his huge gut.

Chapter 2

The next day, Evan did his best to stick to Frank's wishes and refrained from any mention of his father's former eating habits. Frank for his part made sure to keep the conversation on other topics. But Evan couldn't stop thinking about it. Everyone he met during the day, he imagined his father swallowing them down. Sitting in his university lecture, Evan started to daydream about his father walking in, picking up students and teachers and gulping them all down. When he was at swim practice he'd imagine his father eating the other members of his swim team.

As each day went by, Evan got more and more lost in these cycles of thoughts. It was distracting him from his studies and from his work. He started cooking bigger and bigger meals for his father. Watching Frank gulp down the food, and then sit back satisfied afterwards and belch, gave Evan an opportunity to imagine his father eating an actual person.

Frank also found his mind wondering a lot. He had never stopped thinking about eating people, but after the conversation, the thoughts became stronger and more frequent. He would sit down, close his eyes, and imagine all the people he wanted to eat. To try to suppress his feelings, Frank avoided talking about it to Evan or to look through the photo album together. But when Evan was out, Frank would quietly slip into the living room and open the album. He'd look at that picture of his brother and remember how good it had felt to have him struggling in his stomach, the ultimate expression of gluttony as his own brother gurgled and churned inside his gut.

Evan was in a constant battle with himself. He was desperate to talk to his father again, find out more and maybe – just maybe – persuade him that it would be OK for him to eat one person, again, as a one-off. But at the same time, he earnestly wanted to respect his father's wishes. He would be mortified at the idea of doing or saying anything that might disappoint or upset Frank in any way. So for the most part, Evan stayed quiet. But every now and again, the curiosity was just too much to bear and he couldn't help but bring up the subject again.

"Dad... I know that you said we shouldn't talk about it, but I would really like to know more about when you used to.... eat people." Even just saying the words sent a shiver down Evan's spine. "Is there any chance that one day you might... think about doing something like that again? Just once, as a one-off, that's all."

Frank shook his head at his son. "Honestly, it's not worth going down that road. The temptation is there for sure. But like I told you, it's not worth tempting me. It wouldn't end well." Frank shut down the conversation and tersely changed the subject.

Evan felt disappointed in the response, but clung to the fact that Frank had at least admitted the temptation was there. Evan began to wonder if maybe, if he could push hints and suggestions whenever he could, Frank might eventually become overwhelmed by the temptation.

Evan started cooking even bigger meals for Frank, and made sure to give Frank extra attention after he ate, rubbing his Dad's belly and listening to Frank's belches. Evan commented about his father's appetite and how powerful his stomach was. Evan tried dropping other kinds of hints, like weaving the names George and Andy into the conversation, and talking about any topics connected to food, appetite, eating. He left pictures of predators from the animal kingdom such as lions and bears lying around. Whenever he could, he crept into the living room and conveniently left the album open at the picture of Frank with George. Every time he returned, the album had been shut and placed back on the shelf. But Evan knew that each time, Frank would be reliving the experience all over again.

Evan had a sense that his tactics were working as he found that Frank would focus more and more on his stomach, eating ever more vast amounts and spending hours playing with his belly and admiring his size. At times Frank would stare wistfully into space as he rubbed his belly. Evan started to notice that Frank wouldn't shut down the conversation quite so quickly any more when he asked him questions about his past habits. One time, Frank didn't shut the album and replace it on the shelf, instead leaving it open on the coffee table on the page of the picture of Frank and George. Each time Frank and Evan went into the living room, the page was open and the picture was staring up at them, tempting them both.

Frank for his part was wrestling with his conscience and his better judgement. He knew that if he gave into temptation and ate one person, he was going to want to eat more. As difficult as it was dealing with the desire and temptation now, it would only get so much harder once he broke his abstinence. This made him determined to avoid giving in. But he had to admit that the desire was getting stronger and the reasons to hold out were slipping away. Seeing how much his son wanted to see him eat someone was also a strong draw for him. Maybe if Evan had let it go from the start, Frank wouldn't be thinking about eating people all day long.

Chapter 3

Evan had been trying to push and cajole his father for several weeks and felt like Frank was closer and closer to giving in to the temptation. He sensed his moment may be coming one evening when the two were cuddling together on the living room sofa. He had cooked the biggest meal yet for Frank, and had his head resting on Frank's belly, listening to the gurgling noises coming from inside. He had made sure to shower Frank with compliments on his size, power and appetite all evening and he could tell that Frank was beaming with pride about how much he'd eaten and the size of his round belly.

"Dad?" Evan asked softly.

Frank played with Evan's hair. "Yes, son? What is it?"

"Dad... I know you said we shouldn't talk about this. But.... I'd really love to see you eat someone. Just once. Just think how full it will make you feel, how powerful and strong. I can give you belly rubs for hours afterwards..."

Frank said nothing for a while, and then sighed. "You know, son, maybe just as a one-off, it wouldn't be too bad a thing. Just this once." He let out a little belch, and Evan knew that Frank's stomach was eagerly anticipating a meal. "Perhaps we could order a couple of pizzas and... this time I could...." Frank didn't even need to finish. They both knew that each time Frank ordered one of his late-night take-outs, he was drooling as he imagined gulping the delivery boy down. It wouldn't be a much bigger step to actually go ahead with it this time.

Evan's heart beat fast as he heard his father tentatively agree, and decided to act fast before Frank changed his mind. He was so nervous that he could barely use his phone to open the delivery app. "I'll order it now, Dad. Two pizzas?"

Frank chuckled. "I don't suppose the pizzas themselves matter as much, this time. But might as well make it three." He patted his belly.

The two of them barely spoke as they waited for the pizzas to arrive. They stayed in the same position, Evan pressed close against the warmth of his father's huge chest and even bigger stomach. He heard Frank's stomach growling away.

The doorbell rang, and the two of them looked at each other with a conspiratorial grin. They untangled themselves and got up off the sofa, stretching out. Frank padded towards the door without bothering to put a shirt on. Evan followed close behind, before standing back in the hallway so he could get a good view. Frank opened the door and grinned as he saw the same small delivery boy from that night he and Evan had first had the conversation about the picture.

"Oh, I've left the change for your tip in the other room. You'd better come through for a moment."

The delivery boy frowned at this instruction and at the sight of the hairy, fat shirtless giant standing in front of him. But Frank slipped past – brushing against the boy's chest with his large stomach – and firmly shut the door.

Evan was breathless with excitement. This was the moment that he'd dreamed about for weeks. He'd barely dared to hope that he'd actually get to see this day. And now he was here, living it for real – his huge bare-chested father was standing yards from him, about to swallow an actual person.

And before Evan could pinch himself to prove it was really happening, Frank pounced on his meal and started gulping him down. He grabbed hold of the terrified pizza boy. The pizza boy tried to dash towards the door, but instead found himself being picked up in Frank's monstrous arms and face to face with Frank's drooling maw. Frank's own heart was beating with excitement, he was finally getting the thing he'd craved for so long. He tossed the pizza boy into his hungry mouth and gulped him down.

Eating people came naturally to Frank. The force of his hungry slurping kept the poor boy sliding into Frank's throat. He didn't even need to hold onto him. The pizza boy's legs kicked desperately but the inevitable process continued as he sunk further into Frank's hungry stomach.

Evan watched wide-eyed as the bulge slid down Frank's throat and his stomach expanded out. He gasped as more and more of the pizza boy disappeared, until just his calves and feet were left outside Frank's mouth, and even they were rapidly disappearing. Evan was sure he could make out the outline of the arms and shoulders of the delivery guy trapped and struggling inside Frank's stomach.

Best of all, Evan watched the ear-to-ear grin on his happy father once Frank had finished swallowing his meal. Once the delivery guy was fully encased in Frank's stomach, Evan savoured the sound of Frank's thunderous belch. And that was that. The delivery boy was gone, all that was left of him was a faint trace of the shape of a human in Frank's stomach, and the muffled sounds of shouting and cursing.

Frank was happy to see his son looking so engrossed in the process. Evan watched the whole incredible sight, glued to the spot. His father was full in a way he'd never imagined possible. It didn't seem to matter that the delivery boy had to lose his life for this moment that Evan got to share with his father.

Frank grabbed Evan's hand and led him back into the living room. Frank's gut wobbled and swayed as he thudded through. The movement led to another giant belch which was close enough for Evan to feel the vibrations.

Back in the living room, Frank sat back on the sofa with a thud, the sofa creaking beneath his weight. His belly spread out in front of him on his lap, round and tight.

"Well, there you go son! That's what this involves. You've got to see it now all for yourself! URRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Oh wow, I'd forgotten how good this feels. What did you make of it?"

Evan could barely find any volume for his words. "That was amazing! Wow...you really are the hungriest, greediest man around." Frank beamed at the compliments.

Evan looked up at his father's glinting eyes. "Can I see what it feels like?"

"Of course!" Frank took hold of Evan's hand and guided it up to the top of the dome of his stomach. Frank's hand felt warm, but his belly felt even warmer. Evan thought he could make out the feel of a shoulder or knee inside Frank's stomach. The shouts were much more muffled now, though.

"I guess he hasn't got long left" Frank said with a shrug. "I can feel my stomach getting ready to start digesting him. Poor guy."

"I still can't believe you can do this, Dad! It's just incredible." Evan already knew he just had to see this again. He didn't stop to fully think through the implications for the poor delivery guy. His father's full gut felt incredible. The sense of pride and power emanating from Frank surpassed anything Evan had seen before. He got a chill thinking that Frank had done this to George, and other family members all those years ago.

"I can't believe how long I went without doing this! It's like part of who I am. I feel like I've neglected my stomach all these years. BBBBBWWWWWARRRRRRPPPPPPPP."

Evan cuddled tightly against his father as Frank's meal started getting digested. He could feel the vibrations from the loud gurgles inside his father's tank as the meal started getting broken down and churned up.

Frank started to doze off as he digested the delivery guy, his arms holding Evan tight against him. Evan stayed wide awake all evening though, savouring every moment of this incredible process, listening to all the sounds of Frank digesting his meal. The gurgles became more frequent and louder as the guy Frank had eaten gradually got broken down by his powerful stomach. Evan noticed that Frank's gut felt softer now when he pressed down on it.

After a few hours it was time to get some sleep. Frank gave his son a hug goodnight, and decided to stay in the living room as he felt too heavy to trudge upstairs and felt relaxed enough where he was. As soon as Evan headed upstairs, he could hear loud snores coming from the living room as Frank fell into a proper sleep, letting his body work away on digesting the meal he had eaten.

But Evan himself struggled to sleep. He felt like he'd witnessed the most intense, exciting experience of his life. He felt closer to his Dad than he ever had done before. Every now and again, Evan felt a pang of guilt knowing that a real human being had lost his life for the sake of this experience, but he shook those thoughts away. Knowing that his father had gone ahead with it, and didn't even feel bad about that, was such an intense feeling for Evan. As much as he tried to sleep, he kept reliving the evening's experiences – and he knew that this wasn't enough. He wanted to see more.

Chapter 4

Evan eventually did manage to get a couple of hours of sleep before his alarm went off. He stirred himself, rubbing his sleepy eyes and then quickly bounded down the stairs to see if Frank was still in the living room.

Frank had just stirred himself. The morning light filtered through the blinds of the living room hitting Frank's still-swollen stomach and making him look even bigger. Frank was lying naked on the sofa without any covers, his hairy form filling out over the cushions. Frank had a new healthy glow to him, and his face quickly broke out into a huge grin when he saw his son.

"Hey... how are you doing son? Still feeling OK about what you saw last night?" Frank patted his stomach happily. Any trace of the delivery guy was now completely wiped out. He'd been fully digested.

"Of course Dad... it was amazing.... Maybe you could eat someone else tonight?" As soon as Evan said that he regretted it. He didn't want to push his father too fast.

Frank just chuckled. "Oh man, I want to so badly. I knew that this would reawaken something and it's going to be so hard to put it back to sleep again. I think I'd better not eat anyone else, at least for some time, or this could start to get out of control pretty quickly. Sorry, son!"

Frank could see the disappointed look in Evan's eyes as he hung his head. "Oh no, that's fine, I was only saying. It's fine. Whatever you think is best, Dad."

Frank patted his stomach again which wobbled and shook. "This fella can get quite demanding. I need to try to manage his expectations." As if to illustrate the point, his stomach growled hungrily. "See?" Frank chuckled. "We need to be careful. Remember what I was saying about when I was in my twenties? It all got pretty out of hand. I ate everyone. I need to make sure that I don't go down that road again."

Evan reached out and placed his hand on Frank's warm stomach. It felt pretty normal now. Evan even began to wonder if what had happened last night was real. It definitely felt like it might end up being one of those things that just happened the one time. He'd got his wish, he'd been able to experience seeing his Dad eating someone one time. But it was hard to accept that might be the only time.

Evan checked his phone and saw that he was going to be late for class if he didn't rush. When he was checking his phone, he saw a message from Noah, a friend of his from the swim team, asking if he wanted to go out for a meal after practice with some of the other guys from the team.

"Dad, would you mind if I go out with my buddies from the swim team this evening? I feel bad as I should be here to cook you dinner."

Frank smiled at his son. "Oh no that's fine, you should go! I'll manage. I could always get another takeaway tonight. Only this time – I'll have to make sure to avoid the temptation to eat the delivery guy this time!"

Evan laughed, grabbed his bag and headed out to college. It was a long day with his classes and swim practice. He lingered in the hot showers for a while after finishing his swimming session, before getting dressed and ready to head out with Noah and the other guys. They bundled into Noah's car and drove to a restaurant near the university campus. The inside of the car smelled of chlorine.

All through the evening, Evan was conscious about his Dad back at home, worried that Frank would be getting hungry without Evan there to cook for him and pay attention to his belly. He was enjoying the company of his friends but distracted by thinking about Frank and kept checking his messages in case Frank had messaged. Evan couldn't help but get hard thinking again about the events of last night.

A message flashed up on Evan's phone while he was midway through a conversation with Jordan and Noah.

Dad: Hey, I'm getting pretty hungry. No rush, but could you pick up a couple of boxes of donuts on the way home? I've ordered pizza but I think I'll still be hungry.

Evan replied straight away:

Sure. I'll pick them up. Setting off now.

Evan finished downing his beer and gave some excuses to Jordan and Noah about having to get back home. As much as he was enjoying being with his team mates, he felt like his main purpose was to get food for his father. And he couldn't wait to get another look at how big Frank was looking after eating a person last night.

Evan sat on the bus on the way back home, his heart beating fast as he went over the events of last night for the hundredth time. His Dad really was incredible. He wondered what the family and friends of the delivery guy were thinking about now, if they realised yet that he was gone. They would certainly have had no idea that he'd got digested in the stomach of a handsome and hungry man.

Evan turned his key in the lock and pushed open the door. He'd been looking forward to seeing his Dad all day, and imagining what it would be like to see Frank's round belly in the knowledge that some of that fat had been contributed to by the delivery guy. But when Evan walked through the corridor, he was surprised to see Frank straight in front of him, with a pair of booted legs sticking right out of Frank's mouth. Startled, Frank waved at Evan as he kept gulping down the guy. Before Evan had even had a chance to put his bag down, Frank slurped up the man's boots and Evan watched as the bulge slid down Frank's throat and his stomach swelled out again. Evan had been expecting to inspect Frank's belly, and try to see if he could tell the difference made by the delivery guy. But instead the belly he was standing right up in front of was engorged and swollen with a fresh meal.

Frank belched, and gave Evan a hug before even having time to pat his stomach. Evan could feel the shape of the man Frank had eaten, and could make out the feel of the man's boots inside Frank's stomach. The pressure from the hug forced another, even louder belch out of Frank's mouth.

"Hey, son! How was your day? UUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP." Frank greeted his son.

"It was good thanks, Dad! What's been going on here? It doesn't look like you've... been going hungry, at least!"

Frank chuckled. "Yeah, I thought about getting another takeout after I messaged you. But in all honestly, I felt too hungry. So I asked Daniel who lives at number 55 if he could come round to help me out with something...." Frank gave his belly a sheepish rub. "Turns out, he did help me out! Which was very kind of him. Wasn't it, Daniel?" Frank peered down at his stomach and gave it another rub. Daniel didn't seem too happy, judging from the intense struggles that could be made out inside.

Evan was impressed. "Oh man, he was a nice man! He always used to ask how I was." Evan gave his father's stomach a rub. "Did he taste good?"

"Oh of course! He tasted so great," Frank chuckled. "He definitely filled a hole". Frank thumped his belly. "But I really need to stop doing this. It could definitely turn into a slippery slope. Once I get that hunger, it's really hard to shake. I don't want to eat my way through the whole neighbourhood." Frank laughed. Evan nodded, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He felt like his fantasies had all come true in the past 24 hours. He just wanted to see Frank eating more and more men. But maybe it made sense for him to pace himself a bit.

A loud gurgle came from Frank's stomach and Daniel's movements were getting noticeably weaker. Frank and Evan shared a conspiratorial, knowing glance with each other as Evan placed his hand on Frank's belly and Frank belched again. The two knew that this was the end of the road for Daniel. Evan shuddered knowing that he was sharing this intense, forbidden moment with his father.

Evan and Frank headed back to the living room, where Evan rubbed his father's belly as Frank digested his neighbour. Once Daniel had fully lost consciousness and the gurgling noises became louder and more frequent, Frank started to get hungry again, so Evan fed him the box of donuts he'd brought. Frank relaxed and enjoyed his sugary, doughy dessert as the last remains of Daniel got processed in his gut.

Evan nervously asked his father the question that had been bugging him. "Dad, do you think you're going to keep eating people after this?" His hopeful eyes looked up at his father's fat, bearded face.

Frank shook his head. "No, son, this was the last time. I definitely can't keep going down this path. It is tempting but... I need to make sure that I don't do it."

The same wave of disappointment hit Evan again. As his father's stomach gurgled away, he tried to accept that Frank seemed to be really set against letting his hunger take over.

Frank's eyes glazed over for a minute. His mind was split right down the middle between desperately wanting to go down the path of temptation, and a strong resolve to avoid it happening. He knew the consequences could end up being extreme. Frank decided he was going to make one last attempt to avoid giving in to his urges.

Chapter 5

After the incident with Daniel, Frank actually managed to stick to his goals. Weeks went by and he didn't eat anyone. His appetite seemed higher than before, and he was eating bigger portions of the vast meals Evan cooked, as well as a bigger number of takeouts and snacks than before. Evan had to make sure to buy multiple sheet cakes and boxes of donuts so that Frank could sit and gorge himself each night. But Frank managed to avoid eating any people. He was proud of himself for his restraint, having been really worried that he'd slip back easily into the habit and that he'd get out of control – particularly when he found himself eating Daniel barely a day after eating the unnamed pizza delivery guy. But whatever Frank was doing seemed to be working. He was managing to suppress his urges, and felt happy and relaxed to just eat vast quantities of normal food each day.

That isn't to say that the temptation wasn't there. Frank thought about eating people all the time. Each time he went to the gym, or the shop, or the bar, or saw Evan with his friends, Frank was thinking about gulping people down. The people he saw looked so delicious and inviting. But he was keeping his urges under control and functioning as normal, just as he had done for all those years before Evan's started questioning him. But the urges wouldn't quite disappear no matter how hard Frank pushed them away.

Evan learned to accept the disappointment that his father's eating habits had been suppressed again, but deep down he continued to hold out hope that they would come back. At first, Evan threw himself more into the other parts of his life, developing his friendships with university friends, working harder at study and the gym, and doing his regular swimming practice. Evan was spending time with a guy named Mark who went to seminars with him. He was also spending more time with Noah, Jordan and the other guys from the swim team.

And as for Frank's meals, life moved on without them. The pizza place advertised for a new delivery boy. The house that Daniel had lived in was put on the market, and soon new residents had moved in. No one needed to know that two lives had been ended by Frank's appetite during that short time he'd given into his hunger again.

As the weeks went by, Evan's hopes that his father might have another relapse and start eating people again began to recede. The disappointment, that he'd managed to push away by focusing on the other parts of his life, started to bite harder. It had been months and Frank hadn't eaten anyone, and had barely even talked about it. Evan couldn't accept that it might be something he only got to witness twice. He decided he was going to try to do something about it.

Although Frank said that he'd developed ways to suppress and control his urges, Evan believed that if he worked hard enough on his father he could bring those urges back to the forefront. Evan started bringing up the topic of conversation more often. At first Frank tried to change the subject as quickly as he could, but before long he was once more enjoying telling Evan all the stories from his younger days. He told Evan about the times he'd eaten Evan's mom's family members – Evan's own uncles and granddad. Evan's favourite story was about the time that Frank ate his best friend and the friend's entire family. A big grin spread across Frank's face and Evan thought he could see Frank start to drool as he remembered the delicious feast.

Evan also started trying to trick and manipulate his father some more. He'd talk about his friends, and his friend's families, describing in detail what they looked like, in the hope that this would trigger his father's memory about eating his own friend's family. He also started introducing an element of inconsistency into the meals that he cooked for Frank. One day he would cook a huge meal. Frank stuffed the endless courses into his mouth and sat back in a food coma on the sofa as Evan rubbed his swollen belly. The next morning, Frank would wake up with an uncontrollable hunger having stretched his stomach the night before. But on the second day of the cycle, Evan would cook a much more moderate dinner. Frank would look around anxiously as Evan served up the food for his father, hoping that Evan had made more this time. The smaller portions barely touched the sides and Frank finished his meal quickly, feeling even more hungry than before. He would end up having to order multiple takeouts to try to fill himself up. Evan was confident that on one of these occasions, Frank's hunger would be too great and he'd have to eat one of the delivery guys again. But each time Frank managed to resist the temptation. He'd look the delivery guy up and down hungrily, quickly snatch the takeout bags and practically shove the startled delivery boy out of the door to minimise his temptation as much as possible. Evan was sure he came close a couple of times, but he never quite crossed that line.

By this point Evan was sure that he could tip his father over the edge and he knew that if he did, Frank wouldn't be able to get back on the wagon again a third time. He knew that he was getting closer to his goal – but Frank was still holding.

One day Evan had been hanging out with his best friend Mark from his classes. Time ticked by as they sat late in one of the coffee shops on campus. Mark was telling Evan all about his plans for the future and Evan began to wonder about his own future after he left university.

The evening had slipped by quickly, and Evan knew that he had to get back to his Dad's as it was already getting later than he'd wanted. Evan and Mark made plans to meet again the next day as Evan got ready to set off home. Checking his phone as he headed back he realised it was nearly 11pm. There were no messages from his Dad, however. The bus turned up and Evan jumped on, hoping his dad was ok.

Evan turned his key in the lock and opened the door. There was resistance against the door as he opened, so he had to push hard.

Evan stepped into the room and nearly tripped up over a pile of clothes that was lying on the floor. His Dad could be messy when Evan wasn't there to clear up after him, but this seemed unusual. Turning on the lights, he saw the whole corridor was covered in discarded items of clothing. Evan could hear moaning sounds and gurgles coming from down the hallway, interjected by a single loud belch.

"Is that you, Evan? UUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPP." Frank called out to his son.

Evan barely dared to hope that his dreams had come true. Could his efforts to push Frank finally have come good? He nervously stepped over the piles of clothes and stepped into the living room. He was greeted by another large belch as he stepped in.

Evan saw Frank sprawled on the sofa. But he was barely recognisable as a huge, swollen gut spread out in front of Frank over his lap. It was still possible to make up human shapes and body parts inside his stomach, but there was no movement. Frank's hands caressed his belly, trying to calm it down as it gurgled and churned away.

Evan quickly took his shirt off and sat down by his father on the sofa and started rubbing Frank's gut. He knew that this was a job for him.

"Dad... what happened?" Evan asked, excited to hear the answer.

"Evan... man... I was so hungry. I ate everything I could find in the fridge and cupboards. I didn't want to disturb you and ask you to come back, but I was just so hungry."

"Hey, you know you just had to send a message and I'd have rushed back and picked up some food." Evan was glad that he hadn't, though.

Frank shook his head. "Oh no, I didn't want to stop you going to your swim practice and seeing your friends. But the urge was so bad. I can't even tell you. I just knew I needed to eat someone. I couldn't wait a moment longer for it. The urge has come back, bad, Evan."

This was music to Evan's ears. Frank had finally cracked!

"So, what did you do? Who did you eat?" Evan grinned at his Dad.

"Well... first I ordered a pizza. As soon as the delivery guy arrived, I grabbed him, stripped him off, and shoved him into my mouth. It only took a couple of minutes, I was that hungry. UUURRRRPPPPP. It felt great, but it didn't even stop the hunger. I knew I needed more."

Evan was enjoying the sound of all of this. It really sounded like something had switched in Frank.

"So I called up one of my buddies from the gym, Alan, and asked him to come round as I had some equipment for him. Alan's a big guy so I figured he'd be a filling meal. He said he was in the area and he'd come by in a few minutes. I was so relieved, as I was feeling so hungry still but it was still obvious I'd eaten the pizza boy so I wasn't really sure I could go out anywhere."

Frank seemed to Evan to have transformed. He was talking excitedly about his meals, proud of his gut and his hunger. It seemed like there was nothing holding Frank back now. Evan was excited about what might be in store.

"A few minutes later Alan arrived. It turned out he was with his two sons! They are both big blokes who workout at the gym too. I had to eat them fast so as soon as they'd come in I locked the door. I had to quickly strip down Alan and then gulp him down while I pinned his two sons against the wall. The poor guys had to see me swallow their father and then with Alan still struggling inside, I lifted each one in turn and gulped them down." Despite his words, Frank didn't seem to have much sympathy for meals as he grinned ear to ear recounting his meals and enjoyed the sensation of a full and satisfied stomach. "Those three men struggled so much! They were strong guys, so I guess it made sense that they put up quite a fight. UURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP."

Evan patted his father's stomach as Frank belched. "Well, I guess you were stronger than them, Dad. Did it take long for them to go quiet?"

"Not too long, I think about 20 minutes of intense struggles. I was burping so much while that was going on! And then around another 20 or 30 minutes until it went completely quiet and I figured they were starting to digest. That's pretty much when you came back. Man, what a night!"

Evan and Frank sat in silence for a moment as Frank's stomach gurgled away. Evan rubbed Frank's belly gently and reflected on what had happened to Frank's meals. Alive and enjoying their evening only an hour or two ago, all three of them were now gone, nothing but meat getting broken down and churned up in Frank's gut. All four of them, in fact. Evan had forgotten that Frank had eaten the pizza guy as well.

"Wow, Dad, this is amazing. Your stomach must be so powerful to break down and digest four whole people!" Evan blushed as he looked up at his father's piercing eyes and bearded face. Frank was breathing heavily and looked like he was starting to doze off.

"Are you glad you did it, Dad?"

"Oh yeah!" Frank grinned. "It's like being reunited with a part of me that had been hidden for so long. Too long. But there's no going back now. I just hope that I can keep my urges a bit more controlled than last time, and make sure I don't go eating anyone I shouldn't." He grinned at Evan and patted his belly. "But I don't think there's going to be any stopping this guy now. I can't help what I need to do."

Evan cuddled up against his Dad, happy that he'd managed to break Frank's resistance down. There were lots of possible meals around, so it shouldn't be too hard for Frank to keep in control of who he ate. Evan wondered how often Frank would be eating people, if it would be every day and he'd get to experience this bliss every single night. He pressed his face against Frank's still swollen stomach. It felt soft in there now, and he couldn't really make out any human shapes any more, perhaps just a few lumps where there were pieces of Frank's meals that hadn't fully broken down yet. Frank's stomach was warm and the gurgling and churning noises inside felt intriguing as they were amplified with Evan's ears pressed directly against it.

Evan and Frank both drifted off. Waking up a couple of hours later, Frank headed to the bathroom and then to bed. Evan was exhausted from his day, so managed to get to his own bed and fell asleep straight away.

Evan was awoken in the morning by a shout followed by a thud then a slurping sound coming from downstairs. He took a moment to figure out he wasn't dreaming, and hauled himself out of bed. He pulled on a pair of shorts and tried unsuccessfully to hide his morning wood as he trudged downstairs. Evan had a fair idea what he was going to find, but he still felt pretty excited about it. Frank was standing in the hallway, also naked other than a thin pair of shorts. A pair of legs was sticking out of Frank's mouth and gradually getting slurped up inside. Frank's gut was swelling as he gulped down his breakfast.

Frank finished swallowing the guy down, spotted his son and grinned and waved at him. Frank's stomach was full and stretched out and Evan could see movement inside as his father's latest meal struggled.

Evan grinned at his father and headed over to him. He meant to come over and give Frank's belly a rub, but Frank's gut jutted out so much it filled up the whole hallway, so Evan just ended up kind of bouncing into it as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Morning, Dad! I see you've got breakfast already!"

Frank grinned cheekily at his son, gave his belly a little thump and belched as his meal inside struggled.

"I was going to wait until later on. But the mailman turned up. He looked so tasty in those tight shorts". Evan spotted the shorts lying on the ground, alongside the mailman's shirt and a bag of letters. "He tasted so good." Frank's eyes glazed over and his mouth started drooling as he thought about the meal he'd just eaten. "Man, that feels so good. UUURPPPPPPPPPPP."

The mailman, evidently disagreeing, intensified his struggles inside Frank's stomach, but Frank didn't seem bothered by this.

"What are you going to do with all that mail?" Evan pointed at the bag.

Frank shrugged. "Same as all these clothes I guess. I'll just find somewhere to throw them out."

Evan felt a sense of thrill at the thought of all those men being eaten and their belongings just being casually disposed of by Frank. His father really was this brutal eating machine, and Evan loved it.

Frank padded over into the living room and sat down on the sofa to rest as the mailman continued to struggle inside. Evan headed to the shower as he knew he would have to get ready quickly and head out to his lectures. He would much rather stay at home rubbing his Dad's belly and listening to Frank digesting his meals, but he needed to head to college.

Showered and dressed, Evan headed towards the door. His Dad was still sitting in the living room, the loud snores suggested he'd snoozed off. Evan stood in the door to the living room and watched his father rest. Frank's stomach had stopped moving, but the mailman was still in the early stages of getting broken down as Evan could still make out the shape of a person inside Frank's gut. Frank rested his hands on his stomach as he dozed.

Evan couldn't help but to slide his hand into his sweatpants and start to stroke his dick which was getting hard again. He saw his father start to stir so quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, but there was still a pretty obvious tent.

Oblivious, Frank looked around for a moment trying to get his bearings and then grinned at Evan, his deep eyes sparkling. Frank belched, and pressed his hands down onto his tummy, which led to a crunching sound as the mailman inside started to break apart.

"How are you feeling after your meal, Dad?" Evan asked, holding his bag in front of his waist to try to hide his tent.

"Pretty good, son! Nice and full, for now." Frank's face turned serious. I was thinking, I should probably try to stop doing this again. It could get out of hand..."

Evan felt the familiar wave of disappointment, and his face fell. "Are you sure, Dad? I am sure you could keep it under control, there's no need to stop altogether?"

Frank burst out laughing. "Oh I'm just messing with you son. There's no going back now. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to!" He was glad to see that Evan's smile returned. "Don't worry. You'll get to see me eating plenty more people, I'm sure. I'm already starting to wonder who will be next?" He gave his belly a rub. "Although, I definitely should try to make sure to keep it under control. We don't want things getting too out of hand, do we? UUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP."

Evan grinned as he waved goodbye to his father. "Oh I'm sure we can keep things under control, it will be fine! See you later dad, love you!"

Frank waved back at Evan and belched again, sitting back on the sofa as he rubbed his belly and grinned.

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Chapter 6

Evan headed out to college, his mind racing with the events of last night and this morning. He wondered what was going to happen next - it seemed like Frank wouldn't be giving up his newfound hunger. Evan wondered how far it would go, and what Frank meant when he said it could get out of control? Evan couldn't help but start to get turned on again thinking about all the people his father might end up eating. Things seemed pretty perfect to Evan right now.

Frank was wondering pretty much the same thing as he sat on the sofa digesting his earlier meals. He knew that it was probably already too late to keep much of a check on his appetite. The door to temptation had been pushed open by Evan, Frank had walked through and now the door had slammed shut behind him. All he could think about was his burning urge to eat as many people as possible. Although the mailman had only minutes before slipped into unconsciousness, Frank was already salivating at the thought of who he might gulp down next.

When Evan got home from swimming practice that evening, Frank was in the exact same place he'd left him that morning, sitting on the sofa. His stomach was even bigger than it had been earlier, and there was still some evident movement going on inside. Frank greeted his son, belched, and explained that he'd ordered a pizza, eaten the pizza and the delivery boy, and still felt hungry, so he ordered a second takeout of burgers and chips and ate the second delivery boy too. Two big takeouts as well as two delivery guys stewing in his gut, he now finally felt satisfied - for tonight.

Evan had a wide grin as he looked at his Dad. "Doesn't look like you're holding back, I guess, Dad?"

Frank had a mischievous smile. "I think it's too late for that now, son. These urges have come back stronger than they've ever been before. Now come and rub my belly and help your old man's stomach settle down, those two guys are putting up quite the struggle inside. UUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP."

After that, Evan knew that his efforts to get Frank to give in to temptation had succeeded. There was no going back now. Some mornings Frank would wake up determined that today would be the day he'd break his new voracious habit. But as soon as his stomach started to rumble, he'd be on his phone ordering a takeaway, in his car heading to the gym, or knocking on a neighbour's door trying to find the next person to eat. As the day wore on and the meals digested away, he told himself he should cut back and ease off, but by dinnertime the urge was back and most evenings at least one man, and usually more than that, could be found struggling away in Frank's hungry gut.

Evan was the happiest he'd ever been. He became even more besotted with Frank. Evan spent hours admiring Frank's size, watching him eat, and rubbing his belly to help Frank's meals digest. Frank was growing fatter and fatter with his new diet. His metabolism wasn't quite what it had been last time he ate so many people, back in his 20s, and the weight started piling on. Frank kept working hard at the gym, and the extra protein and testosterone his diet provided him with helped his muscle mass grow even more too. He was growing into the strong, huge mountain of a man he'd always wanted to be. His belly was too big and round for most of his clothes and it got harder to keep it hidden.

Evan was loving seeing Frank grow. And he kept being surprised by his father. Frank seemed to get hungrier, and greedier, as time went by. The pool of people that he considered as possible meals seemed to be growing. At first Frank had mostly just eaten strangers or acquaintances, such as people who lived nearby or who worked out at his gym. In the early days, Evan wouldn't often catch Frank eating a friend or someone he knew well. But that began to change. At the gym, rather than just eating random workout buddies, Frank was now eating the friends he'd gotten to know over the years. Likewise, he would talk about eating drinking buddies by name, rather than just random guys he'd found at the bar. Frank no longer seemed to have any reservations about eating his own friends, and just talked casually about people he'd known for a long time ending up getting churned in his stomach, just like anyone else.

People who'd previously been off limits now seemed to be legitimate targets for Frank. One time Frank and Evan were eating out at Evan's favourite restaurant. Despite Frank having eaten mounds and mounds of food, he announced that he was still hungry while slurping down the last of his dessert. Evan looked around nervously, hoping that his father wouldn't eat any of the restaurant staff as he would be devastated about losing his favourite eatery. Sadly for Evan, and for the waiters and chefs, Evan's fears proved right. Frank hungrily grabbed and gulped them down one by one, barely giving it a second thought. After he gulped down the last of the waiters, he belched and grinned triumphantly at Evan. Frank's full stomach bulged out with the terrified struggling men inside. Frank presented his gut to Evan to rub and enjoy. Evan smiled weakly, making sure to show Frank his admiration and gratitude at the chance to worship Frank's big belly, while hiding the sense of sadness he felt that he wouldn't get to enjoy coming to this restaurant again.

That night Evan was lying in bed as he heard Frank snoring and occasionally belching from his bedroom next door. As always, the picture of Frank's full stomach and the struggling men inside turned Evan on, and he began to stroke his dick. But after Evan had finished jerking off, his mind was immediately clouded by some nagging feelings of guilt and worry. He could sense that Frank's inhibitions were lifting and that Frank was becoming more motivated by his greed, and less possible to reason with. He started to worry about what other people in Frank's life - and in his own - might end up on the menu.

Frank began to look through the photo album looking for possible meals. He even boasted to Evan that it would be fun to eat his way through all the family members and friends in the album who were still around, turning the album into nothing but a catalogue of Frank's meals. Evan found the idea simultaneously very hot and pretty disturbing. Evan thought that Frank was mostly joking when he made those comments. He could see the mischievous glimmer in Frank's eyes, but he could also sense that glimmer revealed a deep hunger and determined intent. He didn't think that Frank would fully go through with it. But over time Frank gradually ate more of the family friends and relatives in the album until barely any were left.

One of the more surprising meals from the album was Frank's old college roommate, Paul, a good friend of Frank's who was like an uncle to Evan. Evan came home one day in the mid afternoon as he didn't have swim practice that day. Frank, Paul and Evan sat in the living room drinking tea and eating cookies together as Frank and Paul reminisced about all their old memories from college. Evan had a knot at the bottom of his stomach as he knew what would inevitably happen next.

It wasn't long before Frank's stomach started to rumble and Evan knew that the time was up for Paul. Without a moment's hesitation or warning, Frank jumped out of his seat, grabbed Paul, and started bundling his old college roommate into his hungry maw. Frank ignored Paul's screams and struggles, seemingly unphased by the distress his old friend was in. Evan had to look away as Frank loudly slurped Paul down.

Before long, Frank was sitting back relaxing as Paul struggled and gasped for breath inside, and soon after, Frank's stomach was gurgling as Paul got churned up. All the while, Evan rubbed his father's belly dutifully, helping the digestion process along. Paul's anguish at being betrayed by his old roommate gradually faded along with his consciousness, and then his body. Soon Paul was getting churned up in Frank's insatiable stomach, getting turned into nothing but belly fat on Frank's proud gut.

Evan looked over at his father, barely recognising the gluttonous man moaning as he rubbed his gut. Frank was hotter than ever to Evan, but it was also disconcerting to see how much he had changed. Evan reflected that Paul had survived all those years as Frank's roommate and friend at college, only to succumb to his hunger now. Evan knew that Frank's hunger had escalated to the point he'd eaten his own family members, before he managed to get himself to stop. How extreme would the escalation get this time round? Somehow he didn't think that Frank would be able to stop himself now. Evan was beginning to realise why Frank had given him those warnings. Something seemed to have been unleashed in Frank that couldn't be controlled.

Chapter 7

After Frank ate Paul, Evan conjured up the courage to challenge Frank lightly, asking him if he really thought it was a good idea to eat so many of the people he was close to. Frank just shrugged and said that he'd been hungry, and told Evan to keep rubbing his belly. Evan obliged, and tried to push his sense of unease to one side.

Frank still had a vague sense at the back of his mind that he should slow down, and hold back his appetite. But the inhibitions were getting fainter and more distanced as he found his hunger and greed was taking over completely. In the past, Frank might have felt tempted to eat Paul, but would have known that it wasn't worth eating such a good friend. But now, all he could think about was satisfying his stomach, and he barely felt any regrets at all.

The sense that it was shocking for Frank to eat someone who'd acted as an uncle to Evan, soon became the new normal for Evan and Frank. It wasn't long before Frank ate Evan's actual uncle, Jim. Jim was Evan's mom's only brother. He lived far away from Frank and Evan's city, but occasionally came to the city on business. This time he turned up at Frank and Evan's house to surprise Evan, but unfortunately for Jim, Evan was out and Frank was at home. By the time Evan got back from swim practice, Jim was no more, and Frank was sitting on the sofa nursing a particularly swollen and full stomach. Frank apologised to Evan for eating his uncle, and let out a loud belch. Evan wanted to run to his room and hide under the bed covers, but instead he obligingly sat down on the small bit of couch not taken up by Frank's belly. Evan dutifully rubbed Frank's belly as Frank snoozed off peacefully, Jim digesting slowly in his tank.

Frank's hunger started to impinge even closer on Evan's life. Frank usually came to watch Evan's swimming contests, and this month's contest was no exception, but whereas Evan usually beamed with pride at seeing his father in the audience, this time he only felt worried. For a start, Frank had grown a lot fatter since last time, and bulged out of his seat, causing the people sitting nearby to grimace at him in distaste before looking for alternative seats elsewhere. Evan also had a nagging worry that Frank might be on the lookout for meals. He kept looking over at Frank. Each time he saw that Frank hadn't eaten anyone, his sense of relief grew. The swim contest finished and Frank appeared to have managed to restrain himself. Evan went and showered, and came back to the side of the swimming pool towelling himself off, ready to get dressed and usher Frank out of there so that they could get home as fast as possible. Frank was sitting on his own at the seats by the edge of the pool waiting for Evan to come out.

Frank grinned at Evan, standing up and giving Evan a hug, despite Evan still being damp. "You did great son! I'm proud of you!" Evan wondered if he'd been wrong to doubt his father – perhaps Frank had enough respect for Evan's life that he would keep his urges under control at events like this.

Just then two of Evan's friends from the swim team, Noah and Jordan, headed over to where Evan and Frank were standing. Noah, still dripping wet from the shower, came straight up to Evan and touched his shoulder, excitedly talking about their results in the swimming contest. Evan kept looking at his father nervously out of the corner of his eye. Frank's stomach growled loudly. He'd been trying his very best not to get so hungry that he disturbed his son's evening. He'd even made sure to feast on a whole group of guys in the park that afternoon so that he would stay full right through it he egening. But sadly it wasn't enough. The greed, the need to have another boy filling up his gut, was just too strong for Frank. While Noah and Evan were still chatting about the swim meet, Frank quickly grabbed Jordan who yelped as the fat man picked him up roughly and started shoving him into his mouth.

Frank spluttered slightly at the chlorinated taste of the boy, but kept gulping him down hungrily, Jordan's smooth wet muscles slid easily into Frank's mouth and throat. He quickly shoved him in.

Noah, alerted by his friend's shout, turned round and was shocked to witness Evan's father eating his friend. Noah had been at Evan's house before and had met Frank, and knew well that he was a hungry, gluttonous man, but this was something else altogether. He started to protest and shout, prodding Evan to try to get him to stop Frank.

Evan was torn between concern for his friends, and his instinctive sense of loyalty to Frank. He didn't want Frank to eat his teammates, but he also didn't want his beloved father to get in trouble. Evan also felt, deep down, a sense of responsibility for Frank's behaviour.

Evan's dilemma didn't last long however, as while he was still figuring out what to do, Frank grabbed hold of Noah and started stuffing him in alongside his friend. Evan looked on appalled. He knew there was no point trying to stop Frank. Even if Frank listened to Evan's pleas to spare his friends, he couldn't exactly let someone out at this stage. He watched with a heavy heart as his greedy father slurped up his swim-team buddy, swallowing Noah's legs and thumping his stomach with a happy grin. Frank let out a huge belch. A pair of speedos flew out of his mouth and landed on the slippery ground, right by Evan.

Frank had a sheepish look on his face as he grinned at his son. "Oh wow. Those boys from your swimming club tasted so good. You were right when you said they'd make a great meal! UUUUURPPPPPPPPP."

Evan frowned. When he said that? Then he remembered. Back when he was trying to tempt Frank to start eating people again, he'd told Frank all about his swim team buddies and how good they and their families would surely taste, as a ploy to try to break Frank's resolve. It seemed like such a dumb thing to have done, looking back now. Practically using his friends as bait. Who would do such a thing!

Evan knew he only had himself to blame – Frank had warned him after all. But he was shocked seeing just how much Frank had changed. It was like his father had become a different person. The man who always spoke about personal responsibility and discipline had been replaced by a greedy monster who thought only about filling up his stomach.

"Dad, please. You've got to stop eating my friends. Please don't eat any more of them." Noah and Jordan were still struggling in Frank's gut, but Evan and Frank both knew they were as good as gone, and Evan's concern was already with who Frank might go on to eat in the future.

Frank smiled sheepishly again. "I'll try, son. I know you like your buddies and it would be a shame if they all ended up in my stomach." Frank's use of the word "all" alarmed Evan somewhat. "But son, I can't really help getting hungry. You know, I did warn you that this would happen. Once I start indulging my hunger, It gets harder to control my urges. But I'll do my best for you. UUURRPPPPPPPPP. Anyway, it doesn't seem like you mind too much about it – " Frank gestured at Evan's hard dick tenting out his speedos. "In fact it looks like you quite enjoyed seeing your Daddy eat your friends!" Frank teased Evan, poking his full belly into Evan's side.

Evan blushed. Just because he wanted his father to stop eating the people he cared about, and was getting worried about the impact of Frank's appetite on their lives, it didn't mean he wasn't still turned on by watching his Dad eat. Evan was torn by conflicting emotions. The more lines his father crossed, the more boundaries he transgressed, the hotter he became. As Frank's greed grew and his inhibitions decreased, Evan became even more besotted, more and more in awe of this powerful, hungry, man. Yet those emotions were mixed up with a growing sense of fear, anger, and worry about the implications of Frank's meals, and now also a sense of sadness about the people in his life that were getting lost to Frank's greed. Frank's appetite was like an addiction that Evan couldn't shake off – not that it was up to him, anyway, of course. It was getting less and less possible to reason with Frank or have any influence over his choices.

Still, once they'd got back home, and Frank took off his straining shirt and sat on the sofa, Evan still found himself once again cuddling up to his Dad, listening to Frank's stomach gurgling. He could barely believe that it was his own two friends getting churned up inside this time. It kept hitting him that Noah and Jordan were gone for good. But all the same, it still felt so good seeing Frank so full and satisfied. Knowing that Frank was so relaxed about eating Evan's own friends was terrifying, but it was also very hot. Evan's admiration and devotion somehow grew even more.

It wasn't the only thing that was growing. Evan couldn't help but notice how huge Frank's gut was these days. His muscles were growing bigger too, but his belly was now enormous. Evan loved feeling how warm and soft it felt. Frank's stomach spilled out over the sofa as he digested his meals. He must be well over 450 lbs now.

Over the coming days, Frank ate more members of the swim team. Sadly, Evan's pleas to his father not to eat more of his friends just had the effect of planting the idea in Frank's head. He kept thinking about how delicious Evan's swim buddies looked, and started seeking them out. After the next swim practice session, Evan heard a loud crash as he was in the shower, and cautiously stepped out. He looked in shock as he saw his father standing in the middle of the changing room, three pairs of legs getting slurped up into his endlessly hungry mouth. One of the ankles had a distinctive tattoo of a dolphin which Evan recognised as his friend Adam's. But the sickening realisation hit Evan that he didn't even know who the other team-mates getting eaten by Frank were. Frank finished slurping up the three team-mates, gave his belly a thump and flashed a grin at Evan, who was standing dripping in front of him. Frank didn't even look sorry as he rubbed his full gut.

Frank also ate the family members of the team-mates he'd eaten. The day after Frank ate Adam, some of Noah and Jordan's family members knocked on Evan and Frank's door. Evan opened the door and Noah's concerned father Alan explained tearfully that neither Noah and Jordan had come home for a few days. Behind him were Noah's two brothers, and Jordan's father, uncle and cousin. Evan had to stand there, pretending that he knew nothing about what had happened to Noah or Jordan, promising to do his best to keep trying to find them. He breathed a sigh of relief as the men finally said their goodbyes and turned to head away back down the driveway to continue with their search. But Evan's heart sank when he saw that Frank's truck had pulled up. He saw the glee in Frank's eyes as his giant father noticed the group of men. Noah's father approached Frank and asked him if he knew anything about what had happened to Noah and Jordan.

Frank grinned ear to ear. "Actually, I do know exactly where they got to! I can show you!" He opened his mouth up wide and quickly grabbed Noah's father and brothers and started stuffing them into his maw. Evan sat down on the steps to the house with his head in his hands as he watched Frank gobble up Noah and Jordan's family members without a moment's hesitation. It wasn't long before he was pushing the last pair of booted feet of the group into his mouth and gulped them all down into the cramped, hot, mess of his stomach. Soon all of Noah and Jordan's family members were digested by Frank, the way Noah and Jordan had been just days before.

Eventually, there were only a handful of members of the swim team left. The remaining members of the team and their families held a meeting with the coaches, Alex and Jamie, to discuss how they felt about the recent disappearances, and to decide what to do about the team. Evan looked nervously to the corner of the room where Frank stood with a gleam in his eye. As the group somberly reached the decision to disband the swim team, Evan felt crushed. But he did also feel a sense of relief, hoping that the decision to disband the team might save some of his team-mates from getting eaten by his hungry father.

But there was no such luck. As the emotional meeting ended and the remaining lads started heading to the door, getting comforted by their fathers, Frank sprung into action. He blocked off the door as he started to gulp down the coaches, players and family members one by one. The room descended into chaos as Frank stuffed first Alex and Jamie, then the other swim-team members, and then their dads into his insatiable maw. Frank's gut bulged out bigger than ever as all of the men, clothes and all, filled up his stomach. He finished his meal and grinned at Evan as he let out a belch. Frank was sad to see that tears were trickling down Evan's face. He gave his son a hug, trying to comfort his son, as Evan could feel the outlines of his former team-mates and coaches inside Frank's gut pushing against him.

"What's the matter, son? You heard the coach, the team was going to disband anyway. All I did was help speed up the process. BBBBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP." A shoe, which Evan immediately recognised as one of his friend Zane's trainers, flew out of Frank's mouth and landed on the floor next to Evan.

Chapter 8

Evan was getting more and more appalled by Frank's growing appetite. The other elements of his life were reducing as Frank ate more and more of the people Evan knew. One Saturday morning Evan was scrolling through his phone looking for people to call and hang out with. He started calling Zane, momentarily forgetting that Frank had eaten him at the final swim team meeting. As the call failed to connect it hit Evan that Zane was gone and he threw his phone down the floor.

One day Evan was running late to his lectures and Frank offered him a ride. He needed to head out anyway to find some breakfast, he told Evan with a wink while rubbing his belly. Evan hesitated. He didn't want his dad coming anywhere near his university classes in case Frank ate some of the people there. But he knew it was his only chance to get there vaguely on time, so he reluctantly accepted.

Arriving next to his university building Evan jumped out of the car but to his horror Frank parked up and got out of the car himself, following Evan into the building. "Dad! You need to go!" Evan begged his father. But Frank just grinned a cheerful grin as he rubbed his stomach which was poking out of his inadequate shirt. "Don't worry son! I won't do anything to embarrass you!"

"That's not exactly what I was worried about!" Evan replied through gritted teeth. He opened the door to the class, entered the room and then closed the door as emphatically as he could to try to ram home the message to Frank that he needed to go elsewhere.

Evan quickly sat down at the one free spot on the table, nearest the door, and fumbled about trying to get his books out. There were 7 other students in the class. The lecturer frowned at Evan and carried on with the class.

Frank thought for a minute about heading somewhere else to search for his breakfast. He scratched his beard for a moment but something about the door to the classroom Evan had just walked into was too compelling. Evan's heart sank as he heard the door creak open behind him. Frank stepped into the room, his huge stomach gurgling.

Frank padded into the room. His gut bulged out of his shirt and Evan could see that drool was coming out of Frank's mouth.

The lecturer frowned again, looking from Evan to Frank, and trying to figure out what was going on. Evan shrunk back into his chair, trying to pretend Frank had nothing to do with him.

"Um... can I help you sir?" the lecturer grimaced at the sight of this huge man who'd walked in.

"You sure can!" Frank smiled. "I was looking for some breakfast and you'll do nicely!"

Evan groaned as Frank picked up the lecturer and quickly crammed him into his mouth. The lecturer's glasses fell to the floor as Frank shoved his head and shoulders into his hungry mouth and gulped him down.

The other boys in the class quickly jumped up from their seats to try to escape. But Frank stood by the door blocking their exit. Evan put his head in his hands.

While still swallowing the lecturer, Frank quickly grabbed another two of the students and started swallowing them down. With them sticking out of his mouth, he picked up two of the other boys and held them under his sweaty arms, clamped against his huge gut.

Evan peeled his hands away from his face and watched in a kind of weary resignation as his father ate the whole class. Frank finished stuffing the first two students into his mouth, and gulped heavily as they slid down to join the lecturer in his stomach. He lifted up the two screaming lads being held under his arms and started stuffing them in simultaneously. As soon as they were in down to their chests he let go and used his free hands to pick up another two students, holding them under his arms like he had done with the last two.

This left just one terrified student, Eric, in the room with Evan. Eric was Evan's best friend from the class. Evan vainly hoped that Frank would be satisfied from eating the rest of the class and would leave Eric alone. He knew deep down though that the chances of that happening were pretty low.

Just as Evan feared, as soon as Frank had finished slurping up the rest of the boys he reached over and grabbed Eric and started stuffing him in too. Evan had to watch as his friend disappeared into his Dad's terrifyingly hungry mouth and slid down too into the cramped stomach.

Frank's shirt ripped apart as his stomach filled up with his breakfast. His mountainous gut spilled out. Frank finished gulping Eric down and Evan watched as the bulge slid down Frank's throat. He could make out some struggling forms in Frank's stomach, but it was too tightly packed for there to be much movement. He doubted any of the people inside would last long.

Frank beamed and thumped his belly, which seemed to also help the movement settle down somewhat. He let out an enormous belch that rattled the windows in the room.

As always when he witnessed his father's gluttony, Evan couldn't help but be turned on. He couldn't keep his eyes off his father's huge round stomach and the proud, self-satisfied look in Frank's piercing eyes.

Frank let out another belch and tried to rest back onto one of the tables. The table snapped under his weight and Frank fell backwards. He managed to stabilise himself and stand back up, his stomach swaying with the huge weight of the meals he'd eaten compressed tightly inside.

Although he couldn't help but feel turned on, Evan's growing concern and frustration about the impact of Frank's endless appetite was starting to turn into a sense of despair. He couldn't see any sign of Frank stopping, and there was no way to reason with him to slow down or moderate his behaviour. More and more parts of Evan's life were disappearing into Frank's stomach.

Evan remembered that back in the earlier days, when he was so desperate to see Frank eat people, he'd used to fantasise in his lecturers about Frank coming in and eating his lecturers and classmates. Back then, it had seemed an exciting fantasy that he could barely imagine would ever happen in real life. But now that the fantasy had become real, it felt more like a nightmare. Hot as it was seeing Frank barge in and eat everyone there, the real life impacts of it weren't so fun at all. Evan had lost a friend, a bunch of other guys he knew too, and he wondered how he'd pass this class now that he had no teacher. Everything in his life - from his classes to his swimming club - was getting devastated by Frank's out-of-control greed.

Evan began to wonder if he'd made a big mistake pushing Frank to eat people. Frank had warned him that things could get out of hand. At the time, he'd been so keen to live out his fantasies and he'd felt no need to think about the things that could go wrong. Now it was far too late to do anything about.

Chapter 9

Frank was eating more and more people each day. He no longer seemed to be satisfied eating one or two meals at a time. Ordering a takeout and eating a delivery boy no longer seemed to fill him up. He was now regularly raiding bars, clearing out entire cafes. He'd go to the gym out of hours when there were around five or ten guys working out there, and eat all of them. Frank's work had dried up after he ate all of his colleagues, so he was now just picking up small bits of work here and there. But the jobs often ended quickly as it wouldn't take long before the hunger got the better of him and he ate everyone there.

Evan noticed that Frank was changing in other ways too. As well as growing fatter, he seemed mentally completely taken over by his hunger and greed. He did even less at home than he had done before. Frank and Evan still had intimate moments, but these were much more geared towards Evan taking care of Frank by giving him belly rubs to help his meals settle. It felt transactional, like something Frank was demanding of Evan, not as caring as it had done before. Frank was taking less care in other parts of his life too. He was still working out, but much more focused now on getting his next meal. He was washing much less frequently. He barely bothered to put on clothes. When he was at home, he'd just stay in the living room naked, practically living on the sofa. When he got hungry he'd slip on some shorts and head out in his car in search of meals.

After eating Evan's class, for a while Frank focused on getting his meals from Evan's university. He ate most of Evan's other lecturers and classmates, entire sports teams, and regularly raided college dorm rooms. But after a while, Frank's attention turned back to the photo album.

The photo album had long since become a source of dread for Evan rather than the inspiration that it had been at the start. Frank would make Evan sit with him as he looked through the pages, gloating about all the people he'd eaten. Between the people Frank had eaten back in his twenties and the people he'd eaten since he started doing it again, there was barely anyone in the photo album left who hadn't been eaten. Where Frank had previously joked about 'completing' the album by eating everyone in it, he was now actively working on this as a serious project.

This took some time, as there was one photo in the album of Frank's old football team from when he was in college. There were still a few of the team who hadn't previously been eaten. But over time Frank managed to track them all down, and eventually the very last member of the team was stewing in his gut. Frank spent a long while gazing at the picture of the team while Evan rubbed his gut. He felt so proud that he'd eaten and digested every single other member of the team.

Eventually, there were only two people left in the whole album, other than Frank himself, who hadn't been eaten: Evan, and Charlie, Frank's closest friend. Evan came home from college one day, feeling sad that there was no more swim team for him to go to. Frank was already sitting on the sofa holding open the photo album as he waited for Evan.

"I've done it!" Frank called out excitedly to Evan. "I've eaten Charlie! The whole book is complete. UURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP."

Evan looked over at his enormous father sitting sprawled out on the sofa, holding a photo album that had once been full of people in his life. Now every single person in the album had been eaten by him. Frank felt so happy about his achievement. Evan looked at Frank with a sense of disgust at what his father had done. But there was still a part of Evan that couldn't help but find it pretty hot, as well.

Evan knew he shouldn't question his father, but he couldn't help himself. "Dad, I think you're taking this too far. You've been eating all of our family members and friends! There's barely anyone left." Evan felt timid, but had a firm tone to his voice.

Frank just chuckled. "I told you this would happen if you tempted me to start eating people again. I can't really control my hunger. I told you what happened back in my twenties before I stopped. I was eating literally everyone, my brothers, all my friends." Frank smiled gently at his son and patted his stomach. "This is exactly what I was worried would happen. Although I don't know why I was worried about it - it feels great!" His smile turned into a wide grin as he rubbed his tank. "And it's all down to you son... I'm so happy you got me eating people again!"

Evan suddenly had a thought that had never occurred to him before until now. The thought sent a terrifying chill down his spine. "Dad... would you.... Would you eat me?" A sense of dread rose up in Evan's chest. Surely that wouldn't be something his Dad would consider? Even this new, hungry, ruthless version of Frank?

Frank's deep eyes smiled at Evan, and he gave his son a hug. "Oh of course not son. I mean, sure, there is a part of me that sees everyone as food. But you're different. You're my son. It's not even a thought that's crossed my mind."

Evan felt reassured, and quickly put the thought out of his mind. Despite everything that had happened, Evan still trusted his father, and he knew they had a special bond between them. If Frank said it wasn't something he'd thought of before, then surely it was something he wouldn't feel tempted to do. Frank sat back down on the sofa, and Evan dutifully sat next to his father, rubbing his full belly.

While he was cuddling Evan, Frank's mind was racing. Until that moment, it had never even occurred to him to eat Evan. But as soon as Evan mentioned the idea, the thought entered his mind and he couldn't push it away. Of course, his brain didn't want to do it. But his stomach was quite taken with the idea. He looked down at Evan, stroking his back and shoulders, and all he could think about was how delicious his son looked.

Now that the idea had been implanted in Frank's head, it was all he could think about. He started imagining what It would feel like to eat Evan. Frank had eaten his father, his brothers, nephews, cousins, uncles, friends, colleagues, team-mates, strangers. But he had never eaten a son. It would be a completely new experience, a completely new type of meal and sensation.

At the same time, Frank knew it was something he couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't do. Evan was the most important thing in his life. He cared very much about the boy. Eating him would be completely wrong. Although, he reflected, he had also cared very much about his brothers, and yet somehow that seemed to make the experience of eating them even better than it would otherwise have been.

Now, when they leafed through the photo album together, Frank didn't linger as long on the photo of him with George. Instead, as swiftly as he could without raising suspicion, he skipped through the pages of the album until getting to the more recent sections, photos that had only been added in the past few years. These were photos of Frank and Evan together, selfies from trips they had been on, the more recent phase of Frank's life. A chill passed through Frank when he imagined that these pictures of Frank and Evan together might end up just like the picture of him and George: a reminder of the past, a momento of someone he ate and sent to his stomach. He imagined flicking through the album in the future, alone or perhaps with someone else, and telling them the story about Evan, who he was and what it was like to eat him, just as he'd told Evan the stories about George. Frank even began to feel that the album would only be truly 'complete' if he ate Evan.

Frank increased his consumption even more to try to make sure he was too full to eat Evan every time they were together. The mornings were the hardest. He would wake up feeling starving, knowing that only yards from his room Evan was lying there, most likely naked, perfect and ready to eat. Frank would rush out of the house to grab his fill of meals at the gym, the park, or the university, knowing this was the only way he'd avoid eating Evan.

Evan was oblivious to this change in Frank's attitude to him. Even so, he was now avoiding his father as much as he could. When the opportunity came up to go away for a week's field trip with the one class he was still attending that hadn't been cancelled, Evan leapt at the opportunity.

The week away felt like such a relief to Evan. He could relax not having to worry about his father's appetite, or having to spend his time rubbing Frank's belly as yet another family member or friend digested away. Evan began to think about moving away from Frank once he got home from the field trip. He knew Frank would be sad about Evan moving away, but he began to feel it was the only way - he just had to set up some distance between him and his father. Frank's endless greed was ruining Evan's life.

Chapter 10

The coach pulled up at the university campus at the end of the week-long field trip. Evan yawned and stepped down off the coach.

He looked around the campus. It was even quieter than usual. He felt a sinking feeling knowing this must mean that his father had been raiding the university for meals again.

Evan didn't really want to go home, so he headed to his best friend Mark's dorm room. He pushed open the door to the dorm block and headed up the stairs. His heart started thumping as he saw that there was no one around. Some of the doors were knocked in, and there were a few piles of clothes and shoes lying around on the floor. Evan started rushing up towards Mark's room, vainly hoping that somehow it wasn't what it looked like. Maybe Frank hadn't been here after all. Maybe Mark had been out when Frank turned up or maybe Frank had decided not to eat Mark, knowing how close he was to Evan. But in his heart evan knew what he was going to find.

Mark's door was open and Evan quickly pushed it in and walked into the room. Right by the door was the tell-tale sign of Mark's pile of discarded clothes, always a sure sign that Frank had devoured someone and left the remnants behind.

Evan sighed with a heavy heart, fighting the tears that were building in his eyes. He shut the door on his friend's room and headed back downstairs.

Evan trudged towards the bus stop. He readied himself for the bus journey back to Frank's house, but then had a better idea. He'd get the bus to the airport instead and leave town, get away from Frank. Nothing was left of his life here and the only way he could rebuild his life and make new friends was away from Frank.

Evan could see from the timetable that the bus was due any minute... but the bus didn't come. While scanning the road to see any sign of the bus arriving, Evan saw Frank's truck approaching. Frank pulled up at the bus stop and waved through the window at Evan.

Evan sighed and opened the door to the passenger seat. Today wouldn't end up being the day that Evan would leave town, after all.

Frank grinned happily at Evan as Evan sat down next to him. Evan looked in shock at his father. In just a week, Frank had completely transformed. The changes Frank had been going through, turning into a monster motivated solely by his own greed, appeared to have accelerated. Or perhaps Evan hadn't noticed as much seeing his dad every day, but coming back after a week really brought it home. He greeted Evan, but Evan saw that all Frank could think about was food. Frank was barely recognisable. The caring and composed father of the past had been replaced by a giant slob completely controlled by his stomach.

Frank had a vacant look in his face, his beard had grown and was covered in bits of food, he was even fatter than before, and he'd started building up quite a smell which hit Evan when he got into the car. Frank wasn't wearing a shirt at all, and his enormous belly spilled out in front of him. As Evan sat down, squeezing into the available space not taken up by Frank's huge frame, Frank grinned at Evan, wiped the drool from his mouth, and let out another belch. He grabbed the sleeve of evan's sweatshirt and used it to wipe his face.

Evan also noticed that Frank's stomach was still moving with his latest meals struggling inside. This wasn't an unusual sight now that Frank was eating people so much of the time.

As Frank drove Evan back home, he told Evan what had happened to Mark. Mark had turned up at the house looking for Evan, so Frank explained that he was away on the field trip. Even though he'd eaten five people at the gym that morning, Frank was getting hungry again, and sensed his opportunity. He offered to give Mark a ride back to the university. Arriving back at the campus, he had proceeded to eat every single resident of Mark's building. He'd ended up with Mark, who was shocked to see Frank turning up at his room, Frank's enormous belly now stuffed full of all the other students. Without hesitation Frank had bundled mark into his maw to join all the other struggling meals and some that were already partially digested.

Evan's spirit sank as his father spoke proudly about eating his best friend. Frank seemed to have lost any sense of proportion or restraint whatsoever.

"Dad, he was my best friend! You've eaten all my friends. What on earth am I going to do now?"

Frank reached out and patted Evan's arm. "Aw, sorry son. I didn't mean for all your friends to end up eaten. They were just all so damn tasty! UUURRRRPPPPP. And you've still got me, at least!"

They reached the house and Evan trudged in. Frank immediately went to have a nap on the living room sofa. Evan looked round with dismay at the state of the house. Everywhere he looked was discarded clothes, pizza boxes and other food containers, dirty dishes, empty bottles of beer and others that Frank had pissed into. Without Evan there to look after him Frank had turned into such a slob.

Evan immediately set to work cleaning the house while Frank dozed happily on the sofa. Frank stirred and rubbed his gut which was now peacefully churning away all of today's meals as he listened to the background noise of Evan cleaning the house.

Frank had been wrestling with his desire to eat his son for some weeks now. He'd been trying to stave off the need by eating as many other people as he could, whole groups of college students and sports teams. But while Evan was away, and especially after he ate Mark, Frank came to the realisation that he couldn't resist the urge any longer. His stomach wanted Evan and there was no way he could avoid his stomach claiming everything that it demanded. Frank licked his lips thinking about his delicious son who was working up a sweat cleaning up the house. He was getting hungry, but dozed back to sleep - he figured it would be better to let Evan finish the cleaning as there would be no one around to do it once Evan was gone.

Evan finished the cleaning and tiptoed to the front door, hoping he could sneak out. Frank was snoring away in the living room. Evan needed to get out. He had no friends left, but figured at least he could go for a walk, maybe even go to a bar to try to meet some new people. But as the front door creaked open Frank stirred back to consciousness and his stomach growled.

"Where are you going son? Come back here and give your daddy a hug."

Evan gingerly headed back into the living room. He looked down at his enormous gluttonous father sprawled out on the couch, drool dripping from his mouth into his beard and a huge grin spread over his face.

Frank's body was sweaty, damp and hot as Evan dutifully gave his father a belly rub and a hug. Frank forcefully turned Evan around to face away from him and pressed Evan tight against his mountainous gut. With his other hand he held out a polaroid camera, turned it round and took a photo of the two of them, Evan pressed against his father's side.

"What are you doing, Dad?" Evan felt uncomfortable.

"Just taking a final photo of us for the album, son!" Frank chuckled and hugged Evan closer against him.

"Final?!" Had Frank figured out that Evan was planning to move out? Or... he couldn't be planning to eat Evan, could he? He'd promised him he wouldn't.

"Yeah, one more picture of us." Frank picked up the emerging polaroid photo and waved it in the air, before placing it on the empty page at the back of the album that he'd left open earlier especially for this moment.

"Now be a good boy and take your shirt off so we can have a nice cuddle" Frank played with Evan's hair and looked him straight in the eye. Frank's face was much fatter than it had been a few weeks before, but the familiar sparkle in his eyes that Evan hadn't seen for so long was back.

Evan did what he was told and took his shirt off. He still had his athletic, muscular frame but some pudge had started to grow around his waist and chest since his swim team had come to an end.

Frank cuddled Evan up against him closely. Evan felt reassured and wondered if maybe the old Frank was coming back, and things would start to get back to normal. He closed his eyes and held tightly against his father's huge frame. He felt Frank's stomach, so close against his own skin, rumbling loudly.

Evan's moment of peace didn't last long however as Frank was hungry for his meal and didn't want to wait much longer. He'd had his last moment of intimacy with his son and now he was ready for his dinner. This would be his most special meal yet.

Evan felt some drool dripping down from Frank's mouth onto his face. He opened his eyes and looked up at Frank, noticing that Frank was opening his mouth up wide.

Before Evan had a chance to react his world went dark as Frank lifted up his son and started cramming him into his mouth. Frank hungrily started stuffing his son in, before stopping himself. He decided to slow down for once, and make sure to really savour this meal. After all, he only had one son to eat so this would be a once in a lifetime experience for him.

Evan was in shock. He started to panic and struggle. There was no way this could be happening, surely! Frank had told him so certainly that he wasn't planning to eat him. Surely he was just playing with him and joking around. Evan tried to reassure himself that there was no way Frank would go through with this. He'd get to a certain point and then let Evan out. They could joke about this in years to come - perhaps that was why Frank had taken the picture. They could look at it together and remember the experience.

Evan kicked against Frank's stomach from the outside. It was still completely dark and his shoulders and chest felt wet. He could feel himself sliding further down Frank's throat.

Frank was in heaven. His son was every bit as delicious as he'd imagined he would be. This was better even than the thrill he got when he ate his brother George, or his father, or back when he'd eaten his very first meal. "I'm such a glutton! Eating my very own son!" he thought to himself, immediately getting hard. "You really are a monster, Frank. A fat, gluttonous, greedy monster." He moaned in pleasure even as his mouth was still encased around Evan's body and started swallowing quicker, eager to have his son inside his stomach once and for all.

Reality was starting to sink in for Evan and he realised he'd need to struggle to break free. He started kicking and struggling as much as he could. He'd never seen a meal manage to escape from Frank, but he had seen Frank eating countless men and felt like he had a fair idea of what might work more or less well. He realised with a sinking feeling that it was too late for him now. The damp feeling around his waist signalled that he was more than half swallowed and he'd now have to fight against gravity as well as against his father's incredible strength.

Evan felt Frank sliding off his pants. He had the shocking realisation that all that would be left of him would be a pile of clothes on the floor, just like Mark. There wouldn't even be anyone left to clear up the mess Frank would leave. Evan began to cry and scream out in panic and the despair of his betrayal by his hungry father. He could feel his face brushing up against some hard objects which must be the remains of Frank's earlier meals, and he realised from the stinging sensation in his eyes and mouth that his head must already be in Frank's stomach. Meanwhile Evan could feel his father's firm hands holding onto his calves as he fed his son into his hungry mouth.

Frank closed his eyes and took in the moment. His own son was heading into his stomach and would soon be digesting inside. And it was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced. He hungrily slurped down Evan's bare legs as he carried on feeding them into his mouth. He slipped off Evan's trainers and socks, ready to finish swallowing his son. He kicked away Evan's discarded clothes to a corner of the room. Soon it was time to finish sending his son into his stomach. Frank pushed Evan's feet inside and closed his mouth shut around them, and with a huge, thick gulp sent the last of Evan sliding down into his belly.

Frank let out a huge belch and slapped his stomach. His own son was trapped inside. He felt so full, so satisfied and so content. A wide grin spread on his face as he looked around the room at the empty space where Evan used to be, at the pile of clothes and shoes in the corner, and then down at his huge stomach. He'd miss Evan a lot, of course, but it just felt too damn good sending his own son down into his tummy, knowing his appetite and gluttony had reached new heights.

Evan was trapped in Frank's hot, wet stomach. He felt the walls of the stomach closing in on him. He tried to gasp for breath, but the stench of Frank's stomach juices was worse than not breathing at all. Evan felt more and more despairing and was full of regrets at all the decisions he'd made. If only he'd not come to hug Frank when he'd called him in earlier on. He wished that the bus had come before Frank had pulled up in his truck and he'd had a chance to escape. Maybe he could even have arranged to escape sooner, instead of going on the field trip he could have fled town with Mark and saved both of them.

Going even further back in time, perhaps he could have reasoned with Frank sooner to scale back his eating and keep it under control, before Frank started eating all of their friends and relations. Evan realised with a sharp sense of inevitability that it was his own fault for pushing Frank in the first place. Frank had learned how to keep his eating under control for a reason. Evan had pushed, prompted, persuaded and even tricked Frank to get him to start eating people again. Frank had even warned him that it would get out of hand and still Evan had persisted. "Don't tempt Daddy." The words echoed around in his head. He had tempted Frank, and was now paying the heaviest, most final, price for his stupidity.

As if reading his mind, Frank started speaking to Evan as he rubbed his belly.

"You know, son, I did tell you that things could easily get out of hand! I told you I don't have much willpower and that once the door to temptation was opened, It would be easy for things to spin out of control. UURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. I'm glad you did, though. That honestly felt so amazing. Just think, if I'd never listened to you in the first place, I'd never have got to experience how great it feels having you in my stomach!

BBBBBBWWWWWWWWARRRRRRRPPPPPPPP"

Frank let out a huge belch which shook the room. He chuckled as he thumped his belly triumphantly.

Evan started pleading with Frank and tried to beg to be let out. He could feel his skin starting to sting from the stomach acids and knew he didn't have much time left.

"Dad! Please, Dad! You've got to let me out! Please let me out. Who will look after you, who'll rub your belly and clean up?" Evan was wailing and pleading for his life.

It was hard to hear the exact words from inside his stomach but Frank managed to make out most of them and spoke loudly so that Evan could hear. "Oh, don't worry about me, son! I'll be fine! It's sweet of you to be concerned though. Maybe I can find a student who needs somewhere to live to come and take care of me here. I'll be fine!"

Evan's despair turned into anger at hearing how Frank already had plans to replace him. "No, Dad, you've got to let me out! I'm your son!" Evan tried to kick out and struggle, but he could feel his energy was starting to fade. He started to feel tired and lethargic, and the stinging sensation was getting worse.

"Aww, sorry Evan. I will miss you so much. You were a great son. I'm sorry it came to this! UUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP." Frank felt slightly wistful at the thought that Evan would be gone soon. But that just seemed to turn him on even more, and the thrill of knowing he was going to digest his son just felt so good. He gave his belly another triumphant thump.

"Please..... Dad..... " Evan was still pleading but he could feel his words becoming slurred. He could no longer feel most of his body. His life was literally starting to melt away. The last thing he was aware of was Frank letting out another loud belch.

Frank pressed down on his stomach, massaging his full gut as he felt Evan's form start to grow softer inside. Grinning to himself, he reached out to the polaroid camera, and took another selfie, just of his stomach with Evan starting to churn up inside. He waved the photo in the air with one hand while rubbing his belly with the other, waiting for the picture to appear.

Frank took the two polaroid pictures, one of him and Evan and the other just of his belly, and placed them together in the final page of the album. He shut the album, and reached over to place it back on the bookshelf with a grin. He sat back, rubbed his gurgling gut, and settled down into a peaceful sleep.

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Trying to Break Out

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Dad’s pred phase is short-lived

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Cooking in the kitchen. 👨‍🍳 Sketch sequence for xbitchywitchyx on Twitter.

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Tasting titans. 🦸‍♂️ An anonymous sequence for a titan enthusiast.

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Alphabelly is loving his newly acquired weight. I didn’t make the morph just added in the AI.

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Cooking in the kitchen. 👨‍🍳 Sketch sequence for xbitchywitchyx on Twitter.