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Say Uncle
By Wyatturp
The thick belch lumbered up from Ron's huge belly, rolling deeply like
thunder. He chuckled softly to himself, satisfied at the feel of it
and the taste it brought back. Pushing his baseball cap back from his
balding pate, he adjusted his glasses, then his crotch, then surveyed
the results of his favorite sport. His stomach rose up before him like
a massive, hairy hill; he'd been pretty amused to find it had outgrown
his shirt, which lay buttonless at his bare feet. Nope, he thought
contentedly, his gut was several sizes larger than an hour or so ago,
when he had stripped it off his sweat-soaked body. He rubbed a strong
and hairy hand over his paunch, ruffling the thick field of dark
blonde fur, then scratcheddeeply in the dark pit of his navel. Feeling
a tidbit that had escaped his attention, he fished it from its hiding
place, eyed it, then shoved the unidentifiable morsel into his mouth
and sucked it clean. Ron didn't care what it was, just so long as it
found it's way inside his bulging stomach. Reaching next to him, he
cracked another brew. It disappeared loudly, trailing fom down his
wide chest. Licking froth from his heavy curve of moustache, another
belch wallowed up from the depths, loud and wet.
Ron smiled as he felt the meal inside him rearranging. He'd really
done it all this time - everything in the refridgerater had gone down,
some several items at a time. At one time, he might've felt guilty
about being such a pig, but each time he had the urge to satisfy his
appetite, Ron couldn't help but keep eating until he had it all inside
him. Though his ex-wife had found it disgusting, Ron had taken
primitive pride in his growing beer belly, the way it's round and firm
buldge refused to be tamed by any shirt. He scratched the thick
stubble on his throat, where it mingled with the swirls of hair on his
chest. A rumble erupted below. It was ironic that the only one who
ever showed any interest in his hobby had been his nephew, who had
always looked up to his big uncle. Ron smiled.
This time had been by far his greediest feeding. Ron had gobbled the
leftover barbeque - hamburgers, hotdogs, and the couple quarts of
potato salad. Two dozen more ribs were in him than nature had ever
intended. He'd swallowed three pies in record time; the ice cream went
down seperately. A roast was thawing in the huge darkness below. A
gallon of milk, apples, bananas, and oranges with their peels intact
had found their way down. The twelve-packs of beer. Yeah, he sighed,
it had been one hell of a feast. And dessert had been the best part.
He could feel it in his stomach right now. His nephew. Yeah, a live
boy, inside his gut.
Now, Ron had never eaten a boy before. He had the idea as the kid was
helping feed his uncle. Ron sold the proposition to the boy as he
gulleted a four-pound slab of beef, then gulped down the marinade so
it ran through his 'stache, down his chest, and over his belly which
groaned invitingly as the meat settled in. Ron looked down at the boy,
who was staring up at him from beneath the overhang of his stomach. He
stifled a monstrous belch, sizing up his nephew and his considerable
appetite and suggested the boy be next to go in. Ron told him honestly
that it would be a pleasure to have him inside and that he easily had
room for one more, no reservation needed. His nephew studied him
carefully then, so Ron put on a show of flexing his large biceps,
pinning the boy to the wall with nothing but his fat gut. It was easy
to see that the boy could comfortably fit inside, so Ron coaxed him
further by swallowing an arm-length salmon to prove his promise of a
smooth ingestion. Then Ron pounded on his hairy belly and belched up
"come in!"...his nephew had laughed at that, and Ron knew he had him
then.
So he stripped his nephew down to nothing and greased him up with
marinade. Gripping the boy by his ankles, he heaved him into position
over his grinning moustached maw. Ron licked his chops, and his biceps
tensed. Headfirst the boy went, and Ron slurped him in greedily. His
uncle's tounge had rasped wetly along the kid's bare chest and stomach
as he was slowly ingested. He giggled, tickled by 'stache and tounge
as Ron slurped and gulped him in further. He lay slick and slippery,
wrapped in the soft blanket of his tounge and throat. His uncle's wide
gullet glistened and undulated before him, stretching below him to
accomadate his tasty nephew. Hanging headfirst, bare feet slid like
spaghetti through the thick greasy moustache. Ron balanced him at the
back for a moment, grinning for what was to come. He swallowed deeply,
and the boy eased over the edge and there was no way but down... Gulp.
Just swallowed him whole. Ron's gullet was like velvet, pushing and
squeezing his small body in waves and the kid moved through his
uncle's body slow and easy. He was suspended for a moment at the end,
then the pylorus opened and he was pushed inside, coming to rest
inside the huge belly at last...
Ron had felt the boy moving deeper into his body, down, down...until
there was a groan as his stomach found room for another. He imagined
the boy then, lying warm and wet inside a stomach full of beer and
food....he'd always told his nephew he could swallow him up in a gulp,
and not even belch. Now he was inside his uncle's huge belly, waiting
to be digested. There was a rumbling, his ears popped, and the great
stomach shook as a rush of air shot upwards...above, Ron took great
pleasure in the belch and undid his jeans. Very satisfying.
So he leaned back, belly fat and heavy, Ron sleepy and satisfied. His
nephew was stewing in the largest pot around, being kneaded and
massaged peristaltically. The best in digestin', Ron thought. He
belched again and felt the need to tap the keg. So he rose, belly
sloshing noisily before him and made his way to the bathroom. Standing
at the bowl, he unbagged his thick cock and scratched his gut while a
beer-stream thundered out of him. He gazed at his swaying beargut,
feeling it's weight and the slow progression his meal was taking.
Wouldn't be much sign of the boy, he thought, not considering his
size. No. Ron had promised to take care of him, and that's what he was
doing. Making the boy part of a man; he was all Ron's. Biceps and
lats, belly and fur. And who would ever know? He'd digested the
evidence. Who would think to look inside a pot-bellied uncle, he
mused, patting his firm bulge. At least if they did, he'd have room
for 'em...
Ron belched pleasantly.