Kissing Your Giant Boyfriend

Letting it hang out while heading home. It's grown some it looks like.

*buuuuUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAPPP!!*

Grayson let out an explosive belch, panting as he adjusted to the weight rounding out his midsection. He watched in awe as his pale, lightly hairy gut gently jutted out and swayed with Luke’s movements inside. A deep, rumbling gurgle made his entire belly vibrate around his best friend, wet glorping noises bubbling up rapidly as Luke shifted to try and curl up more comfortably.

“This is crazy, I really thought you were bullshitting, man,” Luke said, his voice muffled but still intelligible to Grayson’s ears even through the walls of his stomach and the constant noisy churning. “But you actually did it, you seriously ate me!”

“I *UUUUURRRRP!* did,” Grayson agreed, burping again and groaning in relief as the pressure in his gut grew more manageable. Even with the extra weight, that release of air made all the difference in the world. Cradling his stomach, Grayson moved to the bed and sprawled out on his back. “I wasn’t sure either, but I’m glad we tried it. You feel *amazing* in there, dude...” He watched as the impression of one of Luke’s limbs pressed out briefly near his bellybutton.

“This is so weird,” Luke said. “It really smells in here, which duh. And it’s dark and slimy. But it’s honestly not that bad. It’s kinda nice, in a way...” He paused, both boys going quiet for a prolonged moment as they both pondered the same unspoken question. Grayson’s belly gurgled ominously. “So...do you think you’re gonna let me out?” *Alive* being implied heavily at the end of the sentence. Luke would definitely get “let out” one way or another.

Grayson considered the question seriously. He’d been optimistic he’d be able to swallow Luke whole. His buddy was a reasonably fit guy, but still on the skinnier side. And obviously he’d managed to pull it off, in the end; but it was definitely a lot of work. His throat muscles were still a little sore from the immense strain of gulping down another person. He doubted he’d be able to make himself regurgitate anything right now, let alone a whole boy.

Besides that...he didn’t really want to. That sounded awful, even in his own head, but he *liked* having Luke inside him. He’d worked hard for this meal, and he wanted to keep it. “Sorry, buddy,” he said sincerely, drumming his fingers on top of his rounded belly. “I think you’re getting flushed.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Luke said, letting out a nervous little laugh. Grayson thought he could feel him trembling slightly. “How long do you think it’ll take? Do you think it’ll...do you think it’ll hurt?”

Grayson rubbed his belly affectionately. “I can’t promise anything,” he responded honestly. “But I think if I burp up enough air, you’ll probably be...be gone before it gets rough for you.”

“Ok, that makes sense.” Luke relaxed a little. Grayson’s stomach let out a deep growl. “It’s weird...it’s already starting to tingle. Not how I pictured myself going.”

Grayson bit his lip, feeling his cock throb gently. “Really? This is always how I pictured you going, dude,” he said smugly.

Luke laughed, punching out against the slimy walls. “Sicko. I hope I give you indigestion. I hope I clog your toilet.”

“Gross, man.”

The two friends stayed up late, talking into the night, waiting for the inevitable together and enjoying their final hang out.

Praise the lard. no, I can't believe it took me that long to remember to use "praise the lard" either! Anyway there's easily 50 hours of this guy in lovely lovely 240p, usually very poorly shot and I was peering at it wondering whether it was worth trying to clip it, and then found this bit, so here we are.

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Sim Mo is now 130 kg… just 13.4 pounds shy of 300.  Seems like just yesterday he began posting videos of how “obscenely fat” he’d become and how he was going to “get fit” after shedding what he determined to be extra pounds.  Now, with his weight being the highest ever and him saying “not loving it, but not caring at the same time, what’re going to do– it is what it is,” I’m thinking that a trip to the US would easily get him to 300 pounds– in less than two weeks. As much as he says he wants to get to the gym, we know that he’d much rather be hunkered down at the nearest dining table, cram-stuffing his beard, and stretching his fattened gut just as far as it will go.  Even if each of his devout fans only fed him one pizza, imagine the size of him after he was finished with that extraordinary amount of his favorite food….BLAMMO!