Gorged Grandpa (Patreon)

I tried some new things in this one. Genuinely let me know how you like it. This has a male prey and a female collateral prey, it just felt right for this story, but don’t worry it’s still very gay with a hairy gluttonous bastard that I’m sure you’ll like 😉

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy of oak and pine, casting mottled shadows over the leaf-strewn forest floor. Grandfather Boone, a grizzled, rugged man with a beard streaked silver, squinted through the trees, adjusting his wide-brimmed hat. His green outdoor button-down shirt clung slightly to his stout frame, and his brown pants were streaked with mud from a morning’s walk along his sprawling property. Nothing irked him more than finding trespassers on his land, and the crunch of footsteps and muffled laughter up ahead set his temper simmering.

Through the trees, he saw them—a young couple, clearly college-aged, fumbling with a tent and scattering gear over his prized forest. The boyfriend, tall and cocky, waved at him with a smile that only stoked Boone’s irritation.

“This land’s private!” Boone barked, stomping toward them, each step rattling leaves and snapping twigs. His voice carried the weight of decades spent ruling his property.

The boyfriend, trying to appear casual, raised his hands. “Hey, sir, it’s just—uh—it’s no big deal! We’ll pack up, promise.”

Boone’s eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his hat, and his bushy beard twitched with irritation. “No big deal?” he growled. “You’re on my land, boy. That’s a BIG deal.”

Before the young man could protest further, Boone lunged forward with surprising speed for his stocky, rugged frame. One strong hand seized the boyfriend by the torso, and with a gruff, guttural growl, he tilted his head back and began swallowing him headfirst. The sounds of muffled protests and sharp gulps echoed through the forest, each gulp Boone took sending his chest heaving and his belly expanding.

Finally, Boone leaned back against a sturdy pine, his hands resting on his now massive, rounded belly. His green shirt had long since been stretched to its limit, buttons straining, fabric pulled taut over the bulge. He let out a deep, satisfied burp, and a wet, rubbery shoe bounced onto the leaf-strewn ground. He caressed his hairy, swollen stomach, his grizzled fingers tracing the rippling surface.

The girlfriend froze, her eyes wide with horror and awe. Boone chuckled, low and throaty, his belly jiggling as he shifted his weight. “You… you’re not exactly my usual type,” he said, his tone campy, almost teasing, “but I reckon you can join in.”

Before she could react, he lunged again, seizing her feet and tilting her downward. One by one, he swallowed her, slowly, deliberately. Her legs vanished first, followed by her torso, and finally her head. The last strands of her hair slithered into his mouth like noodles, leaving the young woman entirely inside him. Boone’s belly now jutted grotesquely forward, impossibly large and round, stretching his shirt past the point of no return.

He groaned, collapsing against a nearby log, letting his belly rest heavy against the rough bark. The forest was silent save for his contented sighs and occasional gurgles. One hand caressed the rippling, engorged surface, the other propping him up as he adjusted for comfort. Boone’s hat had slid slightly askew, and his beard bristled with satisfaction.

“Ahhh… that’s the life,” he muttered to himself, voice thick with gruff amusement, eyes half-closed in a mixture of exhaustion and triumph.

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Boone settled more firmly against the log, letting the weight of his monstrous belly sink into the soft forest floor. His hands roamed across the now swollen, hair-covered expanse, rubbing, bouncing, and kneading the taut flesh. Inside, the young couple thrashed, their muffled cries echoing in wet, gurgling tones. Every time they struggled, his belly responded in its own way: a handprint or face pressed briefly against the taut, shining skin, only to be sucked back in with a wet, almost greedy suction.

The grizzled grandfather chuckled, low and throaty. “Heh… you think this is the first time your kind bein’ swallowed, don’t ya?” His beard bristled with amusement as he shifted, letting the couple writhe and squirm, futile against the cavernous expanse of his gut. “Far from it. Not the first trespasser I’ve had in these woods… and sure as shootin’, won’t be the last.”

His belly gurgled and rippled, almost as if it were nodding in agreement, already starting the slow, methodical work of digesting its new contents. The sounds were loud, wet, and almost musical in their campy grotesqueness. Boone leaned back, letting his hat slip slightly, and addressed the trapped couple with a grin that was part mischief, part menace.

“I could fill a graveyard with how many folks I’ve made disappear over the years,” he said, voice thick with southern drawl and pride. His fingers kneaded and rolled over the taut, round globe of his belly, feeling every squirm and twitch beneath the surface. “Y’all shouldn’t have trespassed. Didn’t think twice, did ya? Well… now the only place you’re goin’ is further down.”

Every syllable seemed to vibrate through his midsection. Muffled yells and futile struggles only made Boone chuckle more, his belly bouncing and quivering with each movement. Occasionally, a face or hand would briefly press out against the stretched skin, a desperate attempt at escape, before being sucked right back into the wet, squishy prison.

Boone’s eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and campy theatricality as he continued to rub and caress the enormous globe of his stomach, listening to the gurgling chorus within. “Y’all are mine now. Mine to bounce… mine to squash… mine to digest,” he said, letting out a long, satisfying belch that reverberated through the surrounding trees. The forest seemed to hum in response, leaves shaking with the vibration of his victory.

“Relax now,” Boone murmured, one hand tracing lazy circles on his belly while the other supported his back. “Y’all’ll find… it ain’t as bad as it seems. But lemme tell ya—resisting only makes it worse.” He chuckled again, gruff, campy, and utterly in command, watching the ripples and bulges of his engorged stomach as it worked on its latest, wriggling “guests.”

Four hours had passed since Boone had swallowed the young couple, and night had fully fallen over the forest. The pale glow of moonlight filtered through the tent’s thin canvas, casting soft silver highlights on the rugged landowner sprawled across the cot. His once-green button-down shirt was long torn at the seams, exposing the enormous, bulbous belly that now jiggled and sloshed with every movement. Inside, the trespassers had long since been reduced to a thick, squishy chyme, every ripple and gurgle vibrating through Boone’s massive stomach.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh, pressing a hand against the rippling surface. The wet, squishy sounds from inside were music to his ears. “Mmm… that’s the life,” Boone murmured, eyes half-closed in contentment. “Four hours, and they’re good and gone. Ain’t no better feelin’ than this…”

Unable to resist sharing the moment, he fumbled with his radio and called out softly, gruff but eager: “Harold… come to me. Coordinates are… well, you know where.”

It wasn’t long before Harold, Boone’s equally rugged husband, appeared outside the tent. His eyes immediately widened at the sight of Boone’s immense, pulsating belly. “Lord have mercy…” he breathed, stepping closer. His hands roamed over the massive, hairy globe, feeling it slosh and wobble beneath his fingers. He pressed a kiss to the top of the bulging stomach, then let his face nestle into the folds, nuzzling and humming with delight.

Boone chuckled at the sight, his gruff voice laced with amusement. “Mmm… feels like you’ve been waitin’ a long time for this, don’t it?”

Harold’s grin widened as he pressed closer, his hands squeezing and rolling the enormous belly. Each squeeze caused the contents inside to shift; at one point, a particularly grotesque bulge revealed the unmistakable shape of a skull, pressing against Boone’s taut skin. Boone erupted in a low, hearty laugh at the sight.

“You’re too much, you know that?” Boone said between chuckles, hand on Harold’s shoulder. Harold only grinned wider, teasing, “You’re such a pig, Boone… and I love it.”

He continued to caress and press into the jiggling expanse, letting the thick, wet sloshes echo under his touch. Boone laughed again, shifting so the cot creaked beneath their weight. They leaned into each other, the sound of Boone’s gurgling, sloshing belly blending with the quiet rustle of the night.

It wasn’t long before they had wrestled each other’s clothes off. Boone dominating his faithful husband with his girth and attitude. He let Harold ride him feverishly as his gut bounced and sloshed. Boone eventually losing control and threw Harold over the cot edge. With heavy thuds, he positioned himself behind Harold and used his gluttonous energy to thrust his member and his heft into Harold slamming into his spot the way only he knew how to do. Harold took it all in, barely able to muster any complete thoughts as he lay lost in bliss and ecstasy as Boone’s boulder of a gut collided and sloshed against his back. Harold knew it was going to be a long fun night, just like the other times.

Outside, the forest was still and calm, save for the occasional hoot of an owl. Inside the tent, the sounds of their passionate love making and deep belly sloshes added to that night’s chorus…