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Asian vore animation, I loved the sound effects

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In the shadow of Mount Taygetos, under the fading caress of the setting sun, a lone Spartan warrior named Areus made his way through the dense, untamed forests that bordered the lands of Sparta. His body, already a testament to the rigorous training and discipline that defined the Spartan way of life, bore the marks and scars of countless drills and skirmishes. Yet, within him burned an insatiable desire for strength that transcended the limits of mortal capabilities.

As the other warriors returned to their quarters, weary from the day's training, Areus felt a restless energy urging him to venture further, driven by tales of ancient gods and hidden sanctuaries whispered amongst his kin. His journey led him deep into the heart of the wilderness, to a place untouched by time, where the air itself hummed with a mysterious power.

It was there, in a secluded grove illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, that Areus stumbled upon a pool of water unlike any he had ever seen. The pool, lit by the light of the moon, shimmered with an ethereal glow, its surface smooth and inviting. A sense of destiny washed over Areus as he approached, drawn by the pool's mesmerizing beauty and the faint, inexplicable pull of the divine.

Remembering the legends of his people, Areus knew this was no ordinary body of water. It was said that such pools were blessed by the gods themselves, offering those who were worthy a gift beyond measure. With a heart pounding with anticipation and reverence, Areus stepped into the pool, his skin tingling as the water enveloped him, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.

The transformation began the moment Areus submerged himself. The waters glowed brighter, wrapping around him like a cocoon of pure energy. His muscles tensed, then expanded, growing in size and strength with each passing second. The pain was intense, as if his very fibers were being torn apart and knitted back together, stronger and more powerful than before. His body surged with an otherworldly force, his veins coursing with the might of the gods.

When Areus emerged from the pool, he was transformed. His physique, already formidable, was now a marvel of muscular perfection, each contour and sinew defined with impossible precision and power. He felt an invincibility coursing through him, a boundless strength that knew no equal. The warrior stood, a solitary figure bathed in the moonlight, reborn through divine intervention.

The journey back to Sparta was a blur, Areus's mind reeling from the magnitude of his transformation. As he rejoined his fellow warriors the following day, his newfound strength was undeniable. In training, he moved with a grace and power that outmatched even the strongest of his peers. His strikes were thunderous, his agility unmatched, a testament to the divine gift he had received.

Areus's discovery of the pool remained his secret, a sacred bond between him and the gods. His legendary prowess on the battlefield became the stuff of Spartan lore, a tale of one warrior's quest for greatness and the divine favor that granted it. Areus had transcended the limits of mortality, a lone figure whose strength was a gift from the heavens, forever remembered as the Spartan who touched the divine.

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As Marcus began his climb early one crisp morning, there was a palpable energy in the air, as if the mountain itself was alive with ancient power. With each segment of the climb, something remarkable started to happen. His muscles began to swell, subtly at first, but with increasing prominence as he progressed. The physical demands of the climb acted as a catalyst, triggering a metamorphosis that Marcus could both see and feel.

With every ledge he pulled himself over and every boulder he maneuvered around, his shoulders broadened and his chest expanded. His arms, initially struggling to find grip on the rocky surface, grew thicker and more powerful with each hour that passed. The sensation was surreal—like feeling a slow pump that never ebbed away, each muscle fiber tingling with growth and energy.

Halfway up the mountain, Marcus's transformation was undeniable. His climbing gear strained against his enlarging physique, the fabric stretching over his rapidly expanding chest and arms. He felt a surge of strength that was exhilarating; each movement was more powerful than the last. His once-average body now resembled that of a seasoned bodybuilder, each new muscle sharply defined against the mountainous backdrop.

As he neared the summit, Marcus's growth reached a staggering climax. His silhouette against the sky was Herculean, his muscles now gargantuan. His lats flared like the wings of an eagle, his arms and chest so pronounced that they seemed sculpted from the mountain itself. Climbing had become almost effortless, as if his body was made for this, for turning the impossible into the achievable.

Reaching the summit, Marcus stood in awe—not just of the view, but of himself. He raised his arms above his head in a victorious flex, muscles rippling, a living monument to human potential. The experience was transformative, both physically and spiritually. He felt as though he had tapped into a raw, primal force, a secret of the mountain that gave him strength beyond measure.

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Muscle Hose

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The Ejaculanta Supplement Superstore - Store Specials, I

*THIS WEEK ONLY, SPEND $200, GET A HANDFUL!*

The town of Ejaculanta has many specialty stores with specific purposes. It's a phenomenon that came about due to the massive (pun intended) influx of huge dudes of varying natures choosing this spot to settle down. Even a flesh-bound behemoth of a man wants to have a couple of hours in a plaza or a strip mall, right?

The Ejaculanta Supplement Store was never shy of hitting their numbers, but loved to hold specials--perfectly coordinated with their store's product prices, values people were spending in a trip anyways--just something that gave corporate a good impression while the men in the stores went berserk with each other in the back rooms.

Oftentimes, these "handfuls" would involve products the individuals just bought, sometimes for the express purpose of this interaction after the register. These products range from fast-acting pills, to injections, to pumps, rings, toys, etc. The clerks themselves clearly get plenty of use out of their store discount, and they're 100% on board when store management announces a new special. They made sure to staff the store plentifully to ensure that these multi-hour "fulfillment interactions" wouldn't back up the register queues any, and oftentimes, the clerks would come back with their junk so swollen and inflated that, while they had the option to work without their clothes, they opted to head home to finish up the job the customer started and simply wasn't able to finish--a difference in stamina for the trained store clerk.

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All the local men look more or less like this... hiring a local tour guide during your visit is an absolute must. It's very easy to follow him, and you'll always be able to spot him in a crowd of tourists.

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Two for One

There are some people that you just cannot trust. Car salesman, radio evangelists, and coworkers who claim up and down that they'll pay you the $5 for gas. Brandon already knew not to trust those kinds of people.

But when the people that you love and trust stab you in the back, that is when it really gets you down.

Brandon had just been coming home from work to see his boyfriend and his brother going at it on the couch of all things. Brandon had opened up the door quietly hearing something funny happening. Although it definitely wasn't a joke to see that his brother was railing his boyfriend with his cock. To be betrayed not only by your boyfriend but also a family member at that? He was going to get them back, he was going to get them back bad.

He left quietly as if he hadn't seen anything and came back an hour later. And of course the two of them were acting nonchalant about everything that had happened. But Brandon knew the truth, and he had formulated a plan. He managed to convince both of them that they should go out to eat, for no particular occasion that they were aware of.

Getting to their favorite diner, they take the outside seating because Brandon wants this to be a spectacle. He wants to show everybody what happens when you are not only unfaithful to your lover but to your brother. Letting the two traitors eat, drink, laugh as if it is all at his expense. But it is nothing of the sort, it is their final meal, a dignity that he should not have given them.

Finally after everything was said and done, he decides to rip the Band-Aid right off. Letting them know that he had caught them and that any denial on their part was fruitless. Because he had already decided how he was going to deal with them. If they wanted to fuck each other so badly, they could do it squirming in his gut.

It was far too easy to restrain both of them, ripping their clothes off and making them butt ass naked in public. Definitely embarrassing but nobody seems to want to interrupt the show. Then he crams them together, back to back. Giving them slow teasing licks as they try to fight their inevitable fate as food. Then hauling them both up to his mouth, he wets them down at the top of their head with a slobbery and spongy pink tongue. Then he takes the first gulp and swallows them up.

He had no intentions on rushing this, wanting to save her everything from the tippity top of their head all the way down to their toes. Soaking their skins in saliva as he makes deep and lewd gulps for his enjoyment. Thoroughly enjoying the thrashing that they were giving trying to get out of it.

With the exception of the occasional loud gulp or cough, the outside seating area was silent watching the show. The bystanders in all as two grown men begin to bulge inside of the predators neck. Saliva slipping out of the sides of his lips as the shoulders and chests come in. The greedy and possessive way that the other man holds his food in his mouth. No one could say anything because what would they say.

The bumpy abs of the meal pass over his tongue as he takes them happily. In a lot of ways his brother and his boyfriend were a lot better off as food. No more pretending to tiptoe around their feelings for each other, no more sneaky links, and certainly no more lying to Brandon's face. Nope, the only thing that they were going to be was muscle and fat on his frame. Continuing to make the steady trip down to his gut as he gets to his favorite part.

Both his brother and his boyfriend had a dump truck ass that they pulled around. Those thick ass cabooses were thoroughly and expertly tasted by the big man. His tongue slipping in and out of their holes before eventually soaking them to point of oversaturation. They were practically leaking of his saliva by the time he decided to tip his head back and swallow. His cheeks looking a squirrel before it was over.

With most of them actually now inside of his body, his belly becoming ground and taut with the squirming men. He begins to pick up the pace a little bit, dragging the thighs and calves over his tongue. Watching them kick fruitlessly as their new home would be together forever inside of his fat gut. By the time he gets to 4 pairs of wiggling feet, he tickles the bottom as a final insult to them. To really cement the fact that they were nothing but the final course for their little lunch outing. But they were anything but little, the biggest meal he had to date.

Then with a bit of callus and ruthlessness, he tips his head back for the final time, clicking those feet together and sending them to the bottom of his belly. Watching both forms wiggle and bounce up against his frame.

A deep groan comes out of his mouth from the effort and his shirt is slightly soaked in saliva and sweat. But it is all worth it as he rubs over that full tank with his big hands. Traveling over the entire curvature of the dome feeling every bump, kick, and limb that pressed against his skin. Pudding a finger deep in his belly button as he smiles watching them squirm from it. Shocked himself when he realized just how deep he could go. If he had pushed too much it might actually had begin to swallow the shirt up. Putting his hand underneath to see that he could stick three fingers in there and still find room.

And then of course the grand finale, feeling that pressure built up from sticking and pushing his navel. Smiling as he lets his lips of the flavor realizing that he is about to get a second taste. Pounding his beefy chest only for a moment before he unleashes a great belch.

BWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!

It rattles the glass tables and metal chairs on the pavement. Some of the patrons even needing to cover their ears from the raw bass of it. But in the end, his belly is a little bit more still or his boyfriend and his brother can't move as much. With a smug grin, he slaps his belly taunting them. Sitting down in his chair again, he looks at the pile of clothes that had flown out of his mouth and landed in a nice pile at the opposite side of the table. Smirking as he watches the waiter come over nervously and asks if he needs anything else.

With a smooth confidence, he raises his arms above his head and man spreads his legs. Asking only for the check and the cute waiter's number.

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8 p.m. We wanted to meet in just 15 minutes. Was he already there?

When it comes to business I was never late. Mr O´Connor and I had agreed to meet and talk about the real estate complexes in a restaurant instead of his office. So he invited me to one of the coolest places in Dublin for dinner to get to know each other in a more relaxed atmosphere. I had never met him before, only heard his voice on the phone. That call just lasted maybe a minute or two, but it had an indescribable effect on me.

What a voice it was! So manly, so confident, so deep, actually deeper than any voice I had heard from anybody ever in my life.

When I rummaged through the files, I found very little information about him. Well, he was just 21 years old. What the fuck? How could they send such an inexperienced tenderfoot for negotiating with me ? Let me be frank, as far as the professional side is concerned it´s usually me who comes into play when things get difficult. I'm considered a tough cookie and on paper the matter was clear. But this time I knew straight away that something was wrong, something was going to be different than usual. Was it the inconsistency between his voice and his age? I could hardly believe his 21 years. It radiated natural authority, I associated a high-ranking officer in the military with it, maybe 35 or 40 years old, self-assured but very appealing at the same time. How unbelievably huge did a larynx have to be to create such deep vibrations? I imagined his neck very big and muscular, nothing like that of a man who has just passed puberty. Just from that moment on the phone he had an impact on me that was hardly describable. He seemed to penetrate my inner-most being and I kept thinking about him the whole day as I was looking forward to have dinner with him, albeit with a hint of uncertainty as to how things would develop.

I walked through the door and told the young waitress my name at the entrance. She was friendly, but seemed kind of nervous...or was she just distracted?

„Oh, Mr Stevens. Yes, Mr O´Connor is already waiting for you. Please come with me so I can show you to his table“.

The restaurant was spacious and already well attended. As I caught a glimpse here and there of the food on the tables, I noticed that the portions were huge and everything smelled delicious. At the very end there was a somewhat separate area that was not visible from the rest of the restaurant. The waitress entered the booth with me and pointed to the table where Mr. O'Connor had already sat down.

Nothing on earth could have ever prepared me for what my eyes were seeing, for what my inner gut was experiencing. My stomach tightened, my heart seemed to leap. Mr O´Connor was such an extremly muscular, such an unbelievably powerful hypervirile behemoth of a man! At first he didn't make any move to get up, but just stayed sitting and....smiled at me! Even though I was still standing and he was sitting, our eyes were at the same level. However, the table he was sitting at seemed to have been adjusted in height specifically for this giant.

“Good evening, Mr. Stevens. Very pleased to finally meet you in person, please take a seat.”

It didn't even occur to me that he didn't feel the need to rise from his seat to greet me. I just stared spellbound at the many bulges in his suit, which was bound to tear at any time... watched his muscles moving in it, then looked up to his strong manly beard and handsome face.

“Goo...Go ...Good ev … en”, I stammered.

He now smiled a little more and pointed with his incredibly massive, slightly bent right arm at the bar stool opposite the high table, which had previously been brought in instead of a usual chair. Even though the long-sleeves of his suit hid the details of his muscles, I could tell that his forearms were thicker and meatier than any I had seen on a man! Even his fingers on his big hands were muscular! The backs of his tanned hands were hairy, but still couldn't hide the half-inch-thick veins that stood out clearly above the surface of his skin. Even the slow, very slow pulsation of the blood within them showed! My brain didn't know which impressions to process first. I couldn't get a word out, but somehow managed to take my seat.

He started talking to me, but I was not able to follow his words. My urge to take inventory of his enormous body was too overwhelming. I gasped. His physique was so inhumanly developed, was he …. was he maybe …. one of those engineered “megamassive muscle mutants”, whose very existence is only rumored? He was so absolutely huge, the most gorgeously proportioned, physically developed body that I had ever seen. His thick neck was indeed extremely powerful. His traps mountains of muscle. His deltoids and arms were fucking massive! And those pecs! They pouted high, and rolled downward in full, broad sweeps, overhanging his torso. I even could see his abs bulging against his jacket! I wondered how huge his legs under the table had to be.

Back to his face, if there ever were a picture of the perfectly developed face, huge strong beard, virile jaw line, musculature, dimples, skin, lips, eyes, even nose - it was embodied in Mr O´Connor. His face showed unreal masculinity. My stomach actually began to hurt, he was so fucking good looking. I never wanted to leave his presence again.

I immediately experienced an overwhelming sexual drive. My dick was harder than ever in my life, I had never experienced anything like it. I HAD to come closer to him! O'Connor was still smiling and occasionally said a few words that still didn't reach my cerebrum. As I stood up from my seat and slowly walked towards him, trembling, step by step, he laughed out loud for a moment.

I took in a deep breath and didn’t even realize the wet stain forming in my dress pants. My mind was just focused on the man in front of me. The more I approached him, the stronger I felt his powerful scent that completely overwhelmed me. I lifted my hands and groped his powerful arms to feel their strength. After half a minute - Mr O'Connor had already stopped speaking for some time - he turned a little on his seat and decided to hug me. My head first landed over his tie, right in the middle of his massive pecs, which he immediately tensed in rolling movements to work on my face. His hand on the back of my head pressed me forcefully against it. It would certainly have been easy for him to break through the top of my skull with his fingers and crush my head to a pulp. Then the hand pulled me higher towards his head and at the exact moment his muscular tongue entered my mouth I started to cum.

I came and came and came, like never before in my life. The strength of my cumshots didn´t subside, 10, 12, 15, 17 volleys. As O´Connor´s tongue finally left my mouth, my seemingly endless orgasm stopped immediately.

"Ok, we can forego the smalltalk and shorten everything. You sign here.... and here.... here you sign over the entire assets of your company to me.... and here. Thank you.” His extremely powerful pheromones coming through his suit and filling the air around us clouded my senses even more.

As several waiters served him seemingly endless food on the table - had he ordered up and down the entire menu? - his gaze pierced me and he gestured to me with his hand that I should .... sit under the table! He sat up for just a fraction of a moment and I saw that he had no pants on! In front of the massive vein-filled muscle mountains of his thighs - their circumference was easily 55 inches (140 cm), rose his 16 inch (40 cm) cock, shiny with spit and cum. During the entire time, two strong men, both lumberjack types, had apparently been working on it completely silently. Their faces as well as large parts of their upper bodies were soaked with cum and I felt in paradise as I was invited to join them….

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Have your fill

"Here's the deal," the attendant started off while you settled into the mysterious white room, "you can have as much as you want but this is a one time offer, when you step out that door," he muttered something under his breath "if you can," "that's it, so make sure you have your fill."

With that two unremarkable assistants slammed two cases of naked silver cans on the table in front of you. The man continued, "Each of these cans are expected to permanently increase your muscle mass by 10lbs, with an average activation time of only a few minutes. Drink cans one at a time waiting for the full effect before consuming another, simultaneous consumption has not yet been tested. You may monitor your progress via the readout on the wall."

You glance up at the red 4-digit readout displaying 135. In the momentary silence you feel a cold rush through your thin body as your senses finally have a chance to process your naked self, clad only in a pair of excessively baggy stretchy white shorts provided by the facility.

"If you need any more…" 'More?!' quick math says there's hundreds upon hundreds, possibly even 1000 pounds of potential muscle mass on the table in front of you if their claims are accurate, 'how could anyone need more?' He gestures to the door "…or experience any other problems, use the intercom. However, when you are satisfied, simply press the red button on your table and you'll be taken to the outpatient center for evaluation and reintegration."

"So, any questions?"

You were stupefied, unable to process your current situation even in this stripped down environment with just you, these cans, and three, wait, three buttons? "What's that other button by the door?" you ask.

"Don't worry about that, that one will only activate for lab staff such as myself," he remarks wiggling the fingers on his raised hand to illustrate his point. "Now, if there isn't anything else, I will let you get to it."

It took you a number of minutes to do anything after he left you alone in the room. You just sat frozen staring out in front of you. Finally, once you caught up to reality, you slowly reach out for a can. You feel it in your hand, it's warm, room temperature maybe. You had expected it to be cold despite not having any reason to think that. Perhaps it's the fact that you normally guzzle cold energy drinks out of such cans. You look down at yourself, taking note of your featureless body before taking a hard gulp. "Well, here goes nothing."

It's not unlike your familiar drinks, the potent flavor likely covering up other more acrid notes just like their energy-inducing counterparts. It feels weightless in your stomach, your body eagerly soaking up the contents of the can like a sponge. You sit for what feels like an eternity waiting for the promised effects to materialize, in reality waiting just a few minutes as promised for them to do so.

All over your body you feel a fizzy eagerness as your muscles show themselves for the first time in your life. A faint outline of pecs is joined by the top row of a six pack as your limbs take on similar definition. "Holy shit," is all you can utter. Fearing a hallucination you glance up at the readout pleased to see it confirm your visions, now displaying 145. Without hesitation you grab another and in just another moment you're bigger yet, already starting to look like a gym rat. During the next can you take a different tactic, instead watching the readout with burning intensity as it crept up. This cycle continues for another half hour, not that you can tell for sure, only being able to measure passage in increased pounds, not minutes.

As the display lands neatly on 225lbs, you realize that glued to the readout, you haven't even glanced down once in five or six cans. When you do… my god. 'Who is this bodybuilder sitting in this chair and how am I looking out at the view of such a physique?' you playfully think to yourself. You bring your bulging arms up in front of your chest and flex, in a flash bringing them and your pecs alive with tension. You moan in pleasure, joking to yourself, "Good thing these shorts are white." Speaking of, your quads are starting to take up ample space in the once comically baggy shorts.

Coming to grips with your already wildly transformed body, you glance over at the still mostly full case of cans and its full companion, and ponder for the first time just how far you want to take this. Honestly, you thought this trial was all a big joke, but you could walk out of here now to a completely different life. But do you want more?… do you need more?

Anything more would surely be outrageous, a much different life even yet. Your recluse life would surely be out the window with you carrying any more muscle than you already are… but heck, even now you're past that, 'people will be noticing this,' you think as you give yourself a quick flex 'and honestly the reason for noticing ain't at all bad.'

With a renewed fervor you decide to dive back in and let yourself feel out a stopping point. You soon find yourself falling back into the same cycle, its predicable outcome leading you into a stupor. You make adjustments here and there as you feel your range of motion change as your muscles swell, but unrelenting mass filling up your view does not trigger any sort of reaction. The numbers on the readout steadily tick up but soon lose their meaning. Only when you go to grab another can from the first case and come up empty are you drawn out of your trance.

Twisting your mighty chest, you peer over your pecs to stare in shock at the pile of cans on the floor to your left. You turn back to the readout… 615. For a moment you're speechless. Your eyes, darting down to realize exactly what that number meant on you, are immediately met by… not much, but so so much at the same time. Dominating your lower vision is a pair of pecs larger than you've ever seen capped to the sides by a pair of equally awe-inspiring deltoids. You're scared and frustrated by not being able to see anything else. "A muscle-growth factory like this can't spring for a mirror?" you lightheartedly, but also annoyingly, remark to yourself making note of your sexy new bass as it rumbles through your chest. You raise your monolithic arms to a double-bicep hoping to at least catch a glance of them. Though not as easily as you'd have hoped with your delts crashing into your face via the pose, you're rewarded with the sight of massive biceps each out-sizing your head twice over covered in a network of pulsing veins.

The last vestige of your rational mind for a moment returned your focus to that number… 615. That's batshit insane, what on earth have you done? You feel the weight of your unseen mass pressing on and out of you at every moment. You slowly writhe your arms and legs feeling just how much you've limited your movements. Your hands and feet have less of a chance of meeting at this point than an all too obvious catfish and their mark. 'Surely this is enough?' you think as your eyes drift to the red button.

But yet, mere inches away, the other case. Against all reason, you reach for another, ready to be once again whisked away into muscled lust.

The test being well over a couple hours in, the attendant takes this moment to check in. He's pleased by what he sees. "Well, well, well, looks like our little muscle pig is well on his way… hmm he's starting to have a little trouble drinking." He notes that his biceps and pecs are starting to restrict his ability to reach his mouth before continuing, "to be seen if he'll tap out or adapt. Session continues, 3h 13m and 29s." With that he flips the monitor back off and continues about his work.

This time you're snapped back by a splash of the precious drink hitting your face. As it snakes down your cleavage you take a beat to figure out what just happened. Preparing again for a glug you feel your tilting head firmly stopped short as it hits your overgrown traps. Attempting to counteract by bringing the can closer is stopped by a paradoxical meeting of your muscles as your attempt to push closer is only met with the opposite outcome. The can is stopped firmly once your arm is fully flexed, causing yet another splash to dribble out.

Shifting your attention, the numbers on the wall come into focus… 775. This time though, there's no reflection or doubt. Instead your mind is filled with another concern. There's so many more cans, but at this rate you're not going to be able to reach many more to your waiting lips. Your one track mind resolves to slam as many as possible in an attempt to beat the pace of the growth. Lowering your grip on the can you down it, following it up with another in your left hand. Over and over, continuing to adjust your grip as the growth kicks in until you can't even reach only pinched between your index finger and thumb.

You let out a thunderous belch as you throw the empty can to the ground. In the distance the numbers on the readout creep up, this time faster than before. The fizzy feeling amplified exponentially. Feeling a sudden urge to know what's coming you lean forward in an attempt to see over your pecs to count how many cans are left, but your abs and quads aren't giving you much range. The far end of the case comes into view as you see them, only two cans left. Just then, the admittedly formidable chair you were still perched atop finally gave up the ghost. As you slam to the floor, the once sturdy metal frame is neatly flattened by your 825lb-and-climbing twitching muscle mass of a body.

Shaking off the shock, mostly metaphorically at this point, you struggle to process the simple math, putting more focus into simple subtraction and multiplication than you did in the 2nd grade. '48 minus 2, minus 16… 30 cans… times 10… 300! plus 775…' "One-thousand and seventy-five!" you yelled to no one. "But it could be ninety-five," you say as you lock eyes with the last two cans. Your new lower seating position left you with an ever so slight chance of being able to reach them, but your vision was quickly being enveloped fully by your burgeoning pecs. Blindly you flail around, rocking the table with your powerful movements, hoping to reach one.

At this moment the attendant decides to tune back in. "Oh my, seems like someone has overindulged!" he quipped to himself, "what's wrong big guy, can't reach the button?" taking pleasure in another subject's unchecked desires overwhelming them. On his assumption he started making his way back to the room to come to his aid and assist in discharging the 1000lb+ mass of a man.

Opening the door he starts "It looks like someone needs some…" but he's not met with the sight he was expecting. There you are, against all odds with a can in each of your sturdy hands. Raising them up you stop short more than a foot above your head. Effortlessly you crush them simultaneously as the last drops of the miracle elixir trail down your face, ricocheting off the trough between your pecs, down to your buried mouth. In a frenzy of snorts and coughs, you suck it all down, letting out a guttural roar when finished.

"My bad, seems I've misjudged… and that you've defied the rules." Lightly stepping further into the room, his smile only grows as he speaks, "Well I suppose I should tell you, I did fib on that one, we have tested that little feature of our formula and found that it triggers two-fold… I don't imagine that was the first time you double-fisted today, so where are we, about 1,500lbs?"

Expecting a reply, you try your darndest to do a final bit of math, at his point peeved to be taking your attention away from you still expanding body. 'If the last cans double up… that means…' "1,395" you declare, your mighty bass muffled by your growing pecs, marking the last words to pass out your lips unimpeded.

"My, my, quite the glow up, or shall we say blow up?"

All you could do now was sit as mobility quickly finished escaping you. The feeling of the mass that you were, the mass you were still to become was overwhelming. Just above the crest of your pecs you watch the readout continue to click up. To your sides, your arms are now perpetually in your periphery propped up high not by their incalculable might, but by plain lack of space. You can't see, but you can feel the sheer area your glues and quads were taking up on the floor, the latter splayed far apart by the girth of themselves and by your growing gut, itself just now meeting the ground, your bottom set of abs feeling the cold tile. Buried deep below, your cock lets out an endless spring of cum fueled by the testosterone flowing through every inch of you. Wracked in pleasure, you finally let go of the remains of the crushed cans, falling, they bounce off your forearms on the way down.

"I must say. That was quite a display of dedication. I don't think we've ever seen someone get so creative with their consumption. I take it that you'll be wanting some more, hmm?"

He didn't wait for a reply.

"Well then, let's move onto the next phase then."

With that, he presses the third button. Like in a movie, you watch as the roof of the room lifts up and the walls fall to their sides, revealing a much larger, warehouse-sized room just as sparse and brightly lit as before, if not more. The table and mess of empty cans are whisked away as a machine tips you forward to remove the remnants of the chair and long-tattered shorts from your powerful cheeks.

"I honestly wasn't pegging you for one of our more advanced applicants, kudos!" he said feeding a flexible plastic tube through your pec valley to your mouth. "Now, just like before… just say when." With a flick, the tube filled with that same fizzy serum.

"Oh, almost forgot!"

He places a headset over your eyes. The image flickers on and at first you don't recognize the unusual shape. But then it dawns, it's you! Finally you can see yourself, and what a sight you are. But before you're able to really appreciate, the image zooms out to the full size of the room. 'Oh no, I'm so small!' you suck harder on the hose.

"Phase 2 initiation successful. Subject growth limit: undetermined. Shifting to in-person observation."

You feel his hand make contact with your 135" thigh as he increases the flow to meet your pace.

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Local student demands accommodations, compensation

Claims to suffer out of control muscle growth after working in U of A lab

Colin Jones, 21, claims his muscles began growing at a disturbing pace after he became a research assistant in a laboratory studying treatments for various muscle-wasting conditions. Jones claims that, despite leaving his position several months ago, his muscular growth has continued unabated, and he is no longer able to attend his classes and exams in person. He is seeking permission to attend classes and take exams remotely, financial compensation, and help slowing or stopping his continued muscular expansion. Medical experts cannot verify his claims, but say Jones’ size is “unprecedented” and “exceeds previously understood limits of human physiology.”

Jones claims to be growing at a pace of 15-20 lbs a week. The research lab where he was previously employed declined to comment.

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"Are you picking flowers for someone?" the prince asked

"Wha--No!" The knight shoved one of his hands behind his back, the other one clutching his sword. "I was checking the horizon. We're just begging to be attacked sitting out here."

"Alright then," the prince said as he started collecting herbs again "I'm sure that whoever you're picking those for will appreciate it."

A few days later the prince found a bouquet of wildflowers at his doorstep, with a small note from a "secret admirer". the prince chuckled and brought the flowers inside his room. Who knew a man so big and strong could be so adorable?

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Like a Set of Nesting Dolls - Another Vore Story

Jordan had swallowed me on a number of occasions.We both had so much fun every time he did that he hadn’t digested me yet, so that he could swallow me again and again. We lived far apart, so it was always an exciting occasion to get together through the years. This particular visit was exciting for more than one reason. For one, Jordan was bringing one of his friends, Nathan, who wanted to try a nesting doll vore situation. The plan was for Jordan to feed Nathan to me, and then Jordan would swallow me whole. It was going to be a feat for sure, but we were excited to try it out. Furthermore, I had been dating a cute guy named Drew for a few months and he wanted to learn more about my interest in vore, and what better way to learn than witnessing it. Jordan’s two boyfriends, Michael and Brad, were also coming over to round out the party, and I’m sure to cuddle Jordan from the outside while Nathan and I were snuggled up in his belly.

“Nice to meet you,” Jordan said to Drew before turning to me, “And as always, nice to eat you,” he continued, giving my belly a little shake. I gave a little laugh and pulled Jordan in for a hug. Jordan introduced me to his boyfriends and Nathan, and I introduced them all to Drew.

The 6 of us started the evening by going out for sushi together to break the ice. I caught up with Jordan for a bit on all the new things in his life, chatted with Brad about how he met Michael and Jordan, and got to know Nathan a bit more. I turned to Drew, who was wrapping up a conversation with Jordan, and asked how he was doing. He seemed a bit nervous, but excited to meet everyone.

“Hey, Drew, if this whole vore thing is overwhelming for you, we can all just have a fun, platonic cuddle party or something,” I said to him.

“No, I’m having a great time. It’s obviously something you want to explore, so I want to support you in your interests,” he replied. I assured him if his mind changed, he was fine to let me know.

After we were stuffed with various sushi rolls, we headed back to Jordan’s home to start the night. We played some board games, made ice cream sundaes, and had a giant cuddle puddle on the couch.

We began sharing stories of chaotic gay times we had all had. Jordan, Nathan and I talked about funny and sweet vore moments we had had. Like that time Jordan accidentally swallowed someone who jumped off a diving board into his mouth unexpectedly; or that time Nathan dressed up in a hot-dog costume at a Halloween party and had two preds argue over eating him, until one pred swallowed the other; or when my ex-boyfriend who didn’t understand vore tried to flirt with me with quirky phrases like “Are you ice cream? Cause you’re going straight to my hips… Get it? ‘Cause like if I ate you you’d be my fat,” without realizing that I was very much aware of that reality. Though Drew and Jordan’s boyfriends weren’t particularly into vore they shared stories of their weirdest dates and such.

After a lot of laughing and cuddling, Nathan changed the subject, “Do we have anymore whipped cream?”

“I think so, why?”

“I think it’s time for second-dessert… for some of us,” he said with a sly smile. He got up and got a can of whipped cream from the fridge and started spraying the cream all over his chest. “Someone wanna help me with this?”

Drew looked around and got up and helped spray whipped cream on Nathan’s back and body. Drew grabbed some of the melting ice cream and helped lather some onto Nathan’s chest. Jordan got up and got a little taste. He turned back to me.

“Are you ready to be stuffed?” Jordan said to me with a wicked smile.

“I don’t know, I haven’t swallowed someone whole before,” I said nervously, watching Nathan put on his funny attire of whipped cream and melting ice cream.

Nathan turned and walked over to me, straddling my legs, “I’ve heard ice cream is your favorite food,”

I was breathing faster now, “Sure is,”

“How much do you think you could eat in one sitting?” he asked, rubbing my belly, which was starting to growl and groan.

“I think my record is 4, maybe 5 pints?” I said shakily.

“Nervous?” Nathan asked. I gave a smile and a nod. Nathan looked down at my groin for a moment, “But obviously quite excited.”

Jordan sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my side. He whispered in my ear, “Just imagine being fuller than you’ve ever been in your life. Ready?”

I took a deep breath. “All right, I’m ready. How are we gonna do this?”

Michael and Brad lifted Nathan up on both sides as Drew watched from the corner of the room. Nathan stuck his feet forward as Jordan whispered to me to open wide. They all pushed Nathan forward a bit and I got the first taste of Nathan’s sugary legs, coated in cool cream. Once that first taste hit, my body helped take over. I swallowed hard and felt my throat open. Jordan’s boyfriends continued to guide Nathan down my throat. I had to gently push Nathan’s hard-on down to help him slide easier down my throat. I felt my stomach begin to balloon out so I relaxed my abs to let my abdomen expand easier. I lifted my hands up and helped guide Nathan’s hands and arms into my mouth. I tilted my head back and helped lift Nathan’s torso up into the air to help gravity pull him down easier. Nathan’s eyes rolled back into his head for a moment in sensual elation, then he looked down into my eyes and gave a faint smile and shudder. Jordan’s boyfriends stepped back, as Nathan gave out one more moan, and his head slipped past my lips. I continued swallowing hard and felt him begin to curl up in my belly.

I didn’t even notice that Jordan was rubbing my stomach, helping Nathan to settle in on the inside. I gasped and caught my breath. Jordan reminded me to swallow some air for Nathan, too, and I did so. I looked over at Drew, whose eyes were wide with awe. “How are you doing?” I called out to him.

“How am I? How are you?! You just ate a whole person!” He exclaimed.

“I did, didn’t I,” I considered. I raised my voice to my stomach, “Hey Nathan, how are you?”

I heard muffled yells of enjoyment and felt him squirming rigorously about inside me. Drew came over and put his ear to my belly. Nathan pushed against my stomach and Drew felt the strange sensation. Jordan continued rubbing my belly for a bit, while Drew leaned in to kiss me a bit.

“Now that you’re nice and stuffed, how do you feel about becoming… the stuffing?” Jordan whispered.

“I mean I’m always ready to get in your gut, but do you really think you can fit me, and Nathan down your throat?” I teased.

“Of course! I could eat Drew too and not even notice!” Jordan responded.

“You could?” Drew interjected.

“Wanna find out?” Jordan asked Drew.

“Oh, Drew is just here to observe,” I started, but looking at Drew I held my tongue, “unless he’s changed his mind…”

Drew looked from my belly to Jordan’s. “You could swallow me whole?”

“Any way you’d like.”

Drew smiled, “I have an idea.”

Next thing I knew I was on my feet, and Drew was in the air being held up by Jordan’s boyfriends. Jordan stood at Drew’s feet and gave them a taste. Jordan held back and asked how Drew was.

“I’m excited but nervous,” he said.

“If you need to tap out just say the words,” I said to Drew, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Drew looked back at my lips, inviting me to kiss him again. I couldn’t tell if I had butterflies in my stomach or if it were just Nathan squirming about.

Jordan started slowly swallowing Drew’s legs, while I made out with Drew’s lips on the other end. We continued in this fashion until Jordan had swallowed up to Drew’s ribcage. I pulled back for a moment to check on Drew. Drew reached his arms over and pulled me back in for more making out. My hands held Drew’s sides, and I clasped my arms to his sides and slid them into Jordan’s mouth. We were getting swallowed altogether, all at once.

Michael and Brad let go of Drew, and started embracing Jordan and his ever expanding stomach. I held tight to Drew, kissing him deeply. I opened my eyes and saw that his head and my head were about to be engulfed in Jordan’s mouth. I breathed in through my nose sharply, and pushed forward.

Everything went dark, yet my sensations were on fire. My torso was being tightly squeezed all around by Jordan’s throat muscles, my lips and tongue were being stimulated as Drew and I explored each other’s faces, my stomach churning like crazy with Nathan squirming inside, and my legs lifted off the ground as I was pulled into Jordan’s throat. Within moments I was crashing into Jordan’s stomach on top of Drew.

I felt a large jostling as Jordan crashed back onto the couch with Michael and Brad. Drew rubbed my belly as we continued making out with each other, being squeezed from every which way. I felt Nathan rubbing my belly from the inside, so I pushed back against him a bit. I tried to rub Jordan’s belly from the inside too, as well as Drew’s body but it was difficult to know which way was which and who I was touching. Jordan’s belly kneaded my body tighter than ever before, probably because it wasn't used to stretching this much. Jordan’s belly squeezed so tightly I thought I might vomit, so I pulled back from Drew for a moment to catch my breath. I couldn’t really pull back, since my head just pushed against Jordan’s stomach walls, but sure enough I felt Nathan begin to travel back out of my esophagus and from my stomach into Jordan’s much larger stomach.

“Wait, whose stomach am I in now?” Nathan said, gasping.

“Is that Nathan?” Drew breathed out. I felt around and couldn’t tell who was who, as both were entangled with me and all of us were slipping and sliding, covered in various intermingled stomach juices.

“How’s everyone doing in there?” came the booming voice of Jordan from all around us.

The three of us exclaimed a chorus of various positive but cramped responses. It took us a while, but we found a relatively comfortable position of three-way spooning of sorts inside Jordan’s belly and we rubbed each other and Jordan.

After a while, the stomach acids began tingling more and more, almost too painfully hot.

“Unless you’d all like to become belly fat, which of course I would be more than okay with, it’s probably about time to let you out,” Jordan said.

“So how are y’all feeling? Are we getting digested tonight? Or wait to digest another day?” I call out to Drew and Nathan.

“I have work Monday, so I should probably, you know…” Drew began.

“... Become belly fat and never have to think about work again? I was thinking the same thing too!” Nathan said, laughing. We all laughed, Drew perhaps a bit more nervously than Nathan and I.

A few minutes later, after a strange slip and slide sort of adventure out of Jordan’s belly and throat, the three of us were taking a quick shower together to rinse off. We cleaned up and returned to continue cuddling on the couch, all 6 of us.

“I forgot you guys were here!” Drew said to Michael and Brad, “I guess I was focused on the people in front of me and, well, the stomach I was in.”

“It’s a pretty great stomach to be distracted by,” I say, rubbing Jordan’s belly.

“So what’s up for your next vore adventure,” Brad asked.

“I kinda want to try that hot dog suit one like Nathan,” I mentioned.

“We could make that happen…” Jordan mumbled as we continued dreaming about all the fun ways to end up in someone’s gut. Vore is a fun time.

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Story Contains: Oral, Father Son themes, Small Incest Scene (Uncle,Nephew)

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Uncle Gus was going to be staying with my dad and I for a few days in our tiny apartment. I was home from college for the summer so I was back living and working at home. I hadn’t seen my uncle in at least 7 years so I was kind of nervous to see him again. I know he used to look like my dad; Strong and muscular, but if he was anything like my dad, he probably let himself go some, gaining a nice sold beer gut with a layer of fat covering him muscles.

I heard a knock at the door and I went to answer it. I opened the door, and saw him standing there. He looked almost like my dad except for a few differences. He was bald just like my dad except he had a full beard instead of just a moustache. He was wearing a pair of sport shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, exposing his wife beater that was almost covering him monstrous belly. I was transfixed for a moment on his gut. It was huge. I had never one so big and firmly shaped like his.

“Tom!” he shouted. “Wow you sure grew up! I haven’t seen you in years.” he said pulling me into a big hug.

“Hi Uncle Gus!” I managed to say before I felt his belly push into my chest, squeezing the air out of me.

“Gus!” I heard my dad say as Uncle Gus let go of me. “You got fat!”

“Yea I sure did. The food in Louisiana has been keeping this thing well fed!” he laughed as he gave his gut a few pats.

“I bet it has. Come on in lemme grab you a beer.” My dad said ushering him inside and closing the door.

We sat down in the living area and just talked and caught up, my dad and he were doing most of the talking, and I just kind of listened, but in reality I was just staring at his belly as it stretched out of his wife beater just enough as he breathed. Just then his stomach let out a low deep growl, like it hadn’t been fed in days.

“Sounds like that monster of yours is hungry.” My dad said

“Yeah, the beast needs to be fed. How about we order some pizza for dinner? My treat.” Uncle Gus said as he rubbed his gut some in an effort to calm it down.

“Sounds good to me. What do you want then? I’ll get the usual for Tom and I” My dad asked.

“Yeah get me 5 extra large meat lovers.” Gus said

My dad’s jaw dropped. “5? for what?”

“Oh man it takes a lot to sate this gut. 5 whole pizzas these days is nothing to what I normally eat.”

My dad shook his head and ordered it anyway. An hour or so later the pizza guy came and brought us our 6 extra-large pizzas, not knowing that one was for my dad and I to share and the rest for my uncles huge gut. We sat down in front of the tv for dinner and watched a football game. I wasn’t that interested in the game as I kept stealing glances at my uncles wolf down slice after slice. He grabbed a piece and took half of it in one bite, and then the rest of it in a second. He chewed maybe once or twice and the took a deep gulp, and then moved onto the next piece. I had finished my 5 pieces by the time he was working on his third pizza. He finished off the last of a 12 pack of beer by this point and was on to his second case. I watched his gut slowly expand as he stuffed more and more pizza and beer into it. By the time he swallowed the last of the 5th pizza, his wife beater had ridden up all the way exposing his hairy gut that had grown almost 2 feet.

“URRRRRP!” Uncle Gus let out a huge burp. “Well I think that’s it for me tonight. Where am I sleeping?” he asked.

“My room. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I said sheepishly

“Nonsense! We can share a bed. I don’t want to be a burden. I insist you share it with me or ill take the couch myself.”

“Uhh ok I guess we can share it.” I said, kind of excited to share a bed with my sexy looking uncle

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I was lying in bed while my uncle was in the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and into my room. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, giving me a nice view of his body. He had a nice layer of thick hair covering his entire body. He got into my bed next to me and I could feel his hairy arms tickling my chest. There wasn’t much room so I was pressed right up against him so I wouldn’t fall off the bed.

“Sorry Tom. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze. You ok like this?” Uncle Gus asked

“I’m perfect right here” I said

“Good. I’m probably going to be in a bit of a food coma from all the food I ate. If I snore really loud wake me.” he said as he turned off the light. “Goodnight” he said

“’night” I said as I rolled away from him and tried to sleep, my pants tightening as I felt his big body behind me.

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I awoke to the sound of loud snoring. It was almost deafening. I sat up and turned on the light. I looked over at my uncle who was passed out just like he said he would be. His mouth was wide open, taking in deep breaths as he snored louder and louder. I nudged him, hoping to wake him but he didn’t budge or move. I gave him a few slaps, then a few light punches but nothing. I was kind of annoyed at this point. I threw off the covers, revealing his giant ball gut rising and falling every time he took a breath. I had an idea. I poked his gut to try and wake him up. Then I ran my hand over it. I squeezed and patted it. It was as tight as a drum, packed full of food. I pushed down on it and it didn’t move. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I pushed down with more force, then leaned on it. Eventually I actually jumped up on top of it, straddling it. My cock was leaking pre through my underwear now. I ran my hands through his thick belly hair as I listened to his gut gurgle and groan as it processed over 100 pounds of pizza and beer.

I looked over to his mouth which was wide open and snoring loudly. I looked into it and I could see his big tongue leading back to his throat. I could see it pulse and move as it opened and closed slightly as if it were moving on its own. I was getting tired of hearing the snoring so I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in his mouth, not worrying as he could still breath through his nose. I began rubbing his nipples as I heard a ‘GLURK’ come from his mouth. I panicked for a moment and tried to grab the pillow, but it was stuck. Another ‘GLURK’ came and the pillow moved into his mouth some. I watched, awestruck as my sleeping uncle instinctively swallowed down my pillow. Gulp after gulp the pillow vanished into his mouth. I peered into his gaping maw to see the last of it vanish down his throat. After it was gone his snoring resumed.

I had a few ideas. I wanted to see what else he could do and I wasn’t going to miss my chance. I went out into the kitchen and grabbed everything we had in the fridge. Steaks, fruit, ham, a roast chicken, a whole watermelon and a few sausages. I brought it back to my room and lay down on my uncle’s belly. I started with the fruit. I dropped an apple into his mouth. I watched it slide to the back of his throat and disappear in an instant. I did the same with a few more apples, oranges and bananas. I took a sausage and dropped it in his mouth. It was sucked down just as fast as the rest of the food. He finished the sausages and I fed him the ham. His throat opened really wide and took down the ham. Next was the roast chicken and then I shoved the watermelon down after it. They were all squeezed down in a matter of minutes, the watermelon bulging out his chest as it slid down his throat and into his belly.

*Small Incest Scene*

I spun myself around on his gut and lowered my head to his crotch. I lowered his boxers and found his cock throbbing. It was at least 8 inches with a nice piercing on the tip. I took it in my hand and stroked it, getting excited as it started to pulse.

*Scene Over*

I got carried away for a few moments until I felt a wetness on my feet. I looked back and my feet were in my uncle’s mouth. I panicked for a moment and then felt my feet slip into his throat. I tried to pull them out but they were stuck. I began sliding back towards his maw as I clawed for something to grab onto. I felt my calves slide in as I sank deeper and deeper. I shouted at him and began punching him all over in an attempt to wake him up, yet to no avail. His throat began pulling me in at a quickened pace. My waist was now in his mouth and my cock was rubbing on his tongue. I came right there as my cock slid into his throat. I was tired now as my chest slid into his mouth. I didn’t know what to do. My uncle was going to swallow me without even knowing it. I was gonna end up as a 200 pound steak in my uncles big belly.

My shoulders were in his mouth now, leaving my arms and head outside of his body. I shouted for my dad as my head slipped into his maw. I could feel the pulsing throat around my neck. I heard my dad bust in the room. My head vanished from sight as I felt my dad yell at his brother. He grabbed my arms and began pulling but I didn’t move anywhere but further down. I could feel my legs being pushed into his gut, making room for me in the hot chamber full of half-digested pizza and beer. My face was pressed against his throat, making it hard to breath. I felt my hands slip into his throat as my dad let go. I slowly sank down further and further until I was completely inside. I curled up as my uncle’s belly condensed me in tight. My mind was racing as I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. It was my dad. He was slowly pushed further and further inside until he was completely in as well.

“TOM? Are you alright?” My dad asked

“Dad what happened?” I asked

“My gluttonous brother happened. I tried to pull you out but got caught in his throat as well.” he said as he was forced to curl up next to me.

“Well what happens now?” I asked

“Kick and punch. Try to wake him up.” he said. We both punched and kick at his stomach. Just then we felt all the air get sucked out around us as his belly constricted us into a tight sphere. He must have burped all the air out. We tried to fight but soon I passed out.

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Gus woke himself up with a loud burp. He looked around confused for a moment then down to his belly. It was massive.

“Holy shit!” he said. “What the hell did I eat?”

He looked over to Toms side of the bed, to find it empty with his pillow missing.

“Guess he must have gone to sleep in the other room.” he thought as he lay back down. His belly started shifting and groaning as he felt a big burp coming up.

“URRRRRRRRRRRRRRP”

A tee-shirt and a pair of underwear came flying out of his mouth and landed on his gut.

“How the hell did I not digest these? I ate those guys like 2 days ago…” he thought until he recognized the shirt. His brother was wearing it a few hours ago, and the underwear looked too small for any of the big guys that he had eaten a few days ago.

“Oh shit!” he thought as he shook his belly, hoping to feel them moving around inside. After a few minutes of shaking with no response, he lay back down and rubbed his gut.

“Well guys. It’s a shame I missed out on eatin ya, and I’m sorry that I did, but I’m definitely going to enjoy digesting you both. Can’t wait to see how big you’ll make this tank after I’m done with you both.” Gus lay back down and closed his eyes, letting the sound of his gut digesting his brother and nephew lull him back to sleep.

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