My Boyfriend’s Dad“Dad! We’re home!” Called my friend Derek as he opened the

My Boyfriend’s Dad“Dad! We’re home!” Called my friend Derek as he opened the front door, “I’ll be in my room!” I followed him up the stairs and saw his pot-bellied dad in the living room watching Golf. He was an ex-marine who was medically discharged on account of his knee. Ever since he became a stay at home dad, his gut only got bigger and bigger. The summer was the best time for me, where I could watch from my bedroom window and see his bare chested figure catching some sun. I would feel my pants tent and it would be history, many nuts busting over that hairy beast. It was one of the many times that I had went over to Derek’s house, Derek’s build having a stark contrast. He was a buff young adult and liked to flaunt it for me, even asking me to rub his biceps. As I walked up stairs into his musky room, I laid down on his bed and Derek stood awkwardly in front of the door. “Bro, my nuts are aching, mind if I bust one?” I was far too used to this, watching the hairy balls and long cock swing between his legs. He pulled out a porno mag with a pornstar with monumental tits and got to work, leaving me to sit and play on my phone and listen to his huffing. It was a good minute until I heard Derek groaned and laid back, his cock tip spitting up seed onto his well-used rag. I looked up, “Finished?” He smiled and nodded, his face red with the horniness subsiding. He laid down on his bed with his arms behind his head, the sweat from his arms glistening in the window’s light. “What do you wanna do now? We can play something.” Derek smiled and sat up, pulling me off the bed and getting in my spot.He spread his legs and patted his flat abs, “Now you can lay here.” I got up and laid my head on his stomach, his hairy thighs and legs rubbing against my arms and the smell of cum still on his shorts. My cheeks began to get rosey at the brotherly comfortability he had with me, his thick arms draped over my shoulders as he held his controller. My head nestled deep into his chest and watched him play quietly, smirking at the occasional outburst of, “You fucker!” Or “Dammit!” From Derek. Once he got tired of Call of Duty, he put on some random movie on Netflix and pulled his blanket over us. It rested just below my chin and smelled of him, the feeling of his warmth and deep breathing almost had a lullaby effect. It wasn’t long before I was fast asleep on my friend, until I was pulled from it with an important question, “Hey Dude, are we like… dating?” I smiled and muttered a quiet, “I guess.” I woke up to him changing after a shower, his big pecs glistening and calves flexing. “Oh, you’re awake. Sorry I got up, Dad wanted me for his…” He gave a light cough, “he just needed me for a second.” I shrugged and stood up, only able to see his hairy nipples, “You might wanna steer clear of him for tonight.”“Why? Did he make you mow or something?” I chuckled, but Derek wasn’t amused, my laughs quieting down at his serious expression. “He…” He threw on a pair of loose fitting grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt and sat down on the bed, “You know about predators and prey right? Food chain and stuff.” I gave a quiet nod, confused about the sudden mood change, “When my dad was in the army, he was in this special program called, ‘The Eagle Squad,’. They trained and did experiments on them so they could be used for covert operations to kidnap important figures.” Derek scratched his chin and sighed before continuing, “Their stomachs became more elastic and as did their jaws…” Derek proceeded to open his own mouth impossibly wide, the pulsating throat in front of me making me shiver. “What they did had effects on his sperm and passed them onto me.” “He called me downstairs and swallowed me just to feel his gut expand, and then he lets me out. That’s why I showered.” My cock began to harden at the thought, “He never told me if he digested anyone, but I can only imagine he has.” My hands covered my crotch to hide the fact that the horrible secret he kept had been my biggest fantasy. With this new knowledge I only realized how close I was to sliding down the gullet of his father. “I promise I won’t let him swallow you.” I nonchalantly said, “Don’t worry about me.” He grabbed my shoulders and his breath was blowing on my face, “No, he will scoop you up feet first and take an hour to swallow you just to enjoy the feeling of you struggling. That’s how cruel he is. Remember Jacob? One wrong dive into the pool and my Dad had a free meal.” I squirmed in his strong grasp, realizing all the boys who Derek brought home and inadvertently fed his father. I looked up his face and saw the fear in his eyes, “So… if I leave this room, he’ll have he before I even get to the door?” He nodded, patting his own stomach and wiping a bit of saliva away, “Oh… I see.” I rubbed the gut of my boyfriend, feeling the layer of hair that must’ve been increased by his father’s military experimentation. He opened his mouth slowly and got on all fours on the floor, opening his espaphagus to allow for an easy slide down into his gut. I gently placed my feet onto his tongue and stifled a giggle, pushing them until they slowly were engulfed into his throat. I slid my shirt off and stiffened up, my calves joining my feet in his stretchy jowls. It was a matter of being lifted off the bed and resting between the impossibly sharp canines of Derek, being carefully guided over his teeth and effortlessly swallowed. As my shouldered neared the tight beginning of his throat, his tongue curled up to splash my face with a layer of thick saliva. My arms were forced to raise above my head and my hands were held by Derek. Just before my ears passed through, I heard his door get forcefully opened, a deep voice growling, “Where is he?” I felt the vibrations on heavy footsteps and a callused hand grab mine in Derek’s maw. I squirmed but Derek acted quickly and yanked his father forward, his hand passing his tight gullet. I knew what to do and began to hold on tight to the paw like hand, pulling his father down with me into his cavernous belly. I was curled up into a small chamber, but was too busy to notice I was being gently ushered into a second sac, the arm of his father being forced out of my hands and back into the first sac. The second area was much more plush and stretchy, the texture being like a dog’s tongue. I felt the area next to me get more and more swollen until the apex where the full size of Derek’s father was deposited into the tight sac. I felt his kicks and punches, but they were quickly silenced with a rippling burp. I waiting for a moment and felt Derek’s heavy breathing, possibly catching his breath after such a large meal. The walls around me began to gently squeeze me into another tube, the strong muscles showing I was returning back up the throat. My slick hands were grabbed by Derek’s and pulled out of the abyssal stomach. As I slid out I felt the gargantuan bulge his father man in his abs, them gorged enough to look like a beach ball. The father’s outlines were clear as day and he was quietly wriggling in the tightening chamber. I slid out onto the floor and looked at the tight belly before me and the sweating Derek. “I- Urp- I am tryin-,” He let out another burp and threw his head back, clenching his teeth, “I’m tryin’ not to throw him back up…” I sat for a moment but began to gently run my hands over the drum tight skin. It seemed to relax him, as the dripping sweat began to dry on his belly hair. “Oh…” His legs were crushed under the weight of his gut, leaving him immobile, “P-Please… stay with me while I digest him…” I nodded quietly and laid beside him, laying his sweaty arm over me and rubbing his belly in gentle circles. He must’ve fell asleep sometime during this, as his gut went from a tight groaning orb to a softening sloshy gut. As he digested the mountain of man, his chest hair seemed to thicken even more and his pecs now had a tighter look. My hand would sink into the bulbous gut and feel the undigestable clothes in his stomach. I looked at Derek’s face and his slight stubble had grown to a full beard, the testosterone rich father must’ve provoked hair growth all over. I fell asleep in the nook of his arm, a strong grip on my shoulder waking me. “Morning Baby.” Said an unfamiliar voice. My eyes opened and the face of Derek smiled, but the buttery voice of another man spoke, “What’s wrong?” I looked at the still very much bloated stomach, “All that is left is that belly fat, hopefully it goes to my ass.” I blushed, the image of Derek’s fat ass cheeks squeezing my face as I ate him out arousing me. He attempted to stand and was surprised at his own muscular strength, his height almost doubling to match his own father’s. I was pulled into his hairy gut, the feeling making my knees shake, “Hey Daddy~” A perfect smile came from Derek, his 14 incher ripping his sweats as he continued to grow. “This’ll be fun~” He gripped his swollen balls, the size of the tennis balls now grown to match a cantaloupe. -- source link

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