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Yup, this is it. I had my last straw with finding out my son crashed the car and I lost it. He begged me to forgive him while I unhinged my jaw and shoved his head inside. I hadn't eaten someone since my college days, but I felt an uncontrollable hunger and anger at my boy and he had to be in my stomach. I aggressively held his wrist to his waist and swallowed him down my gullet, greedily eating my son like a snake and loving how delicious he tasted. It felt so sinful to indulge in his body, but it was worth all the kicking and fighting he was putting up. Once I got to his waist, I felt his head enter my stomach and he started screaming for help, but it honestly just made me hungrier. I dipped my head back and let gravity help in gobbling my kid down, making sure to strip his pants off so I could suckle his crotch for its musky flavors. I might have spent a few minutes with my boy halfway out of my mouth while I licked his cock and balls like hard candy, but he wasn't fighting as much until he finally gave a full body spasm and blew his load in my mouth. I instinctively swallowed so as to not lose any delicious cum, but it occurred to me too late that I was sending my meal to its demise faster. He stopped at his knees, then I could feel him curling up and pushing out my tank as he was beginning to forcefully settle in his new room. He went from screaming angrily at me to pleading with me to let him out, but I only pushed him in to his ankles as a response. I heavily slapped the sides of my belly and jostled him around while I slowly sucked his feet in until only his toes were outside my lips. I picked up my hefty gut and the meat inside, then took a big gulp and felt the added weight of my meal entering my belly, then dropped my gut down to fully shake up the insides. My boy stuffed me full and was moving around enough that the stimulation made me rub his room in response. Even as my food the kid is still causing problems.
lonely dad who doesn't want to lose his son who is moving away to college vores him and keeps him in his stuff and cramped gut slowly digesting him as the son tries to struggle out?
My boy Devin was getting ready to finally move out and despite us agreeing that he'd go to Community College around the corner, he'd been planning to move into dorms at a State College. It's been me and Dev since he was 3, I couldn't even imagine coming home and not having him there to greet me. I begged and begged him not to move out, but he was stubborn and I didn't have a lot of options or I was going to lose my boy. I wasn't going to lose Devin. In fact, I would have him forever.
After one more conversation about not moving out, Devin snapped at me and said I was being selfish, only caring about what I wanted and not what he wanted. I've raised him for nearly two decades, I know him better than he knows himself and I know he needs his daddy by his side. But, when Dev threatened to cut contact with me for not respecting him, I lost it and threw him to the floor on his back. I planted one foot on his chest, pulling off his pajamas and revealing his naked, supple body to my delight and garnering a rumble from my waist. My ears had already begun to drown out the sounds of my boy screaming while I stripped him, allowing me to focus on keeping my son near me for good.
I lifted up my son by his ankles and started licking them, stuffing his feet past my lips and guiding them into my waiting throat. Devin thrashed under my foot, but my love for him field my hunger and I began swallowing my boy down my esophagus. I worked my way down to my boy's knees, gulping down his shins with voracious joy as more and more of him became mine as I devoured him alive. This was such a perfect plan, after I fully swallowed Devin and put him away safely inside my stomach, he'd be with me forever and I'd always keep him safe.
Dev kept trying to push me off him, but I grabbed him by the waist and started shoving his thighs into my drooling mouth. I felt his feet enter my stomach and I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him beginning to enter me, hungry to know the feeling of him fully curled up inside my gut. Terrifying my prey, I lifted him up above my head and enlisted gravity in eating my son, taking him down my gullet until his crotch was sitting in my mouth.
I wanted Devin to be happy and knowing that this was the last time he'd get the chance to orgasm, I played around a bit with his cock and used my tongue to get a good taste. He might be my kid, but the musky taste of his cock was tantalizing and the shudder of him blowing his load was enough to get me hard. Feeling him go limp as he filled up my mouth with his cum, I took a heavy swallow and felt him drop down to his navel in my gullet with his hands pinned in my lips.
From then on, Dev weakly struggled, but I was able to easily gulp him down and devour him like I wanted. My son disappeared into my throat more and more until I pressed and shoved his shoulder into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his neck. It felt amazing to have so much of Devin inside my body and to feel him curling up inside my gut like it was a womb. He whimpered at me through teary eyes, but I had what I wanted and wasn't going to change my mind now.
I tilted my head fully back and put a hand on the top of my boy's head, opening my lips wide enough to press down as I swallowed, pushing Devin down my hungry gullet. I closed my mouth and took a second swallow, feeling the gluttonous victory of my boy's weight beginning to get heavier in my stomach as he fully entered it for good. Dev squirmed and wiggled around inside my belly, pressing out imprints of his hand and face across my distended gut. He was no doubt trying to find a way out, but it was too late. Devin is all mine.
I cradled my boy and rubbed him while I joyfully told him about how great its going to be now that we're together forever. He cried to be let out and not be digested, but my mind was set and Devin was going to be added to my waist as fat. My son would become a part of belly forever, hanging off me as if he was hugging me with all the love I knew he had for me. I rubbed him despite his protests until I felt a rumble from his squirming and I let out a long belch, then he slowly went still until my gut got to work and started digesting him. Devin was mine forever.
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When you gifted your dad a vacation for his birthday, you didn't expect for him to offer to trade bodies with you and let you go instead. The first thing you did was flex his hard-earned muscles, rubbing your hands over every inch of furry muscle you now controlled. You could barely keep your daddy cock soft on your way to the hotel.
Your first day on the beach, you wore the smallest swimsuit you could find to show off for the other men. You found a guy to suck you off in ten minutes flat, and then another, and then another. By your fourth load of the day, you were already trying to figure out how to keep your new body. You decided when you got home, you'd convince your dad to let you keep his body the same way you'd taught all those other twinky bottoms. In the meantime, you kept lounging in a hammock, luring in more and more men to feast on your muscle daddy bod.
Until quarantine started, my dad spent almost every day at the gym. He spent some of his savings turning the garage into the perfect makeshift workout pad, but part of the reason he went so much was because he liked seeing all the guys. I knew my dad was pretty popular, like he was shaved and cut for the gods. Even if he had been single for as long as I could remember, I’d known my dad was into dudes since I saw him drag some guy home one night.
I didn’t work out with him very often, but sometimes his pleading made me feel bad that we were still stuck at home, so I indulged him. I always felt silly in the baggy athletic wear he got me, but I think he assumed I’d bulk into it if I kept at it. It was just hard to find motivation to exercise when your dad was already better looking than you’d ever be.
Heading out into the garage, Dad already had a headstart, his muscles gleaming with sweat. “Let’s warm up, drink this.” He tossed me a sports bottle and I popped the lid open and took a big swig. It was kind of disgusting but it had a warm taste on my tongue. Protein tended to not taste good so I didn’t pay it much mind.
I stepped up to the rack where my dad had the dumbbells and picked up the ten pounders to do some reps. My muscles started to heat up pretty quick and I wanted to tap out after just twenty or so reps. Meanwhile, my dad was on the bench, repping a couple hundred like it was nothing. Filled with a competitive spirit, I continued to pump. After a bit, it became easier, so I went up five pounds, then five more, and, eventually, I was pumping fifty pounds on both arms like it was nothing.
I felt a little funny, weird and sweaty. I peeled my tank off. My thoughts came slower, but the urge to lift and act like it was no big deal was so strong. My dad walked over after a minute. He corrected my form, running his hands across my bare chest. His calloused palms made my nipples hard. When he stepped back, I looked in the mirror to see that two piercings adorned my much fatter pecs.
My gaze ran up to the beard that sat on my chin. I looked like I was twenty years older, ink swirling up across my hips. I grinned back at my dad and peeled the shorts down to get a better look. My hard cock bounced up and slapped me in the abs. The calloused hands ran down my waist and firmly grasped my hard cock.
“Nice gains, man, always love to see it,” he pumped my meat, stroking out a thick rope of precum. I turned around, pushing him down by his shoulders. He took my fat jock cock in his mouth to the hilt in one smooth motion. I’d never thought about what he might look like gagging on a dick, but I knew I would be coming back to the gym more often.
You’d spent weeks and weeks lacing your dad’s workout tracks with subliminal messages. You’d been softening his psyche up so when you asked him about the ritual to merge your bodies together, he’d consent to it and agree to give you full control. When you walked into his bedroom to see him totally zoned out, wearing nothing but a loose fitting tanktop, you knew he was ready.
You slathered his body in oil, working it into his pert cheeks and hairy chest, enjoying all of what was about to be yours. You took off your clothes and grinded your hard dick between his ass cheeks and chanted the spell. Each time you finished, you could feel yourself slide just a little bit further in. All the while, your dad moaned and whispered about how he wanted you to be inside of him, taking the controls and possessing him.
Eventually, you noticed your entire lower body had been sucked inside of your dad’s colossal thighs and fat ass. You flexed, noticing your combined dick had grown several inches in length and girth. Feeling your new member stiffen up, you began chanting faster, skipping syllables, and rushing yourself to climb inside. You forced your hands inside his arms, slotting them inside like a glove, and then shoved your head into the back of his.
Like a movie, all of his memories played back across your own, rewriting your own perspective of your life to match his own. When you opened your eyes next, you could barely remember what had even happened. You had laid down to listen to some music after your workout and poof. Your muscles were sorer than you figured they’d be after such a light workout, but you could see why. Your hairy, oiled-up muscles were bulging out more than they ever had before.
The thought that you’d randomly grown more burly and beefy was making you kind of hot. How had you never noticed how sexual your own body was? You thought it might be a good idea to ask your son if he thought your body was good... assuming you’d be able to find him, that is.