Hey guys, here is the finale to Bet Among Friends. There is a lot wrapped in this story that I will try to touch on.
 
When I first wrote "Bet Among Friends" I was in a really bad spot in my life, hence the very dark tone of the story. After things got better in my life I started to regret how dark I wrote the pred Dane, so I tried to lighten his character in "Purpose" and a bit more in "My Life As Belly Fat". One theme I love in vore is the prey permanently residing as bellyfat on the pred, and that aspect is found in this story as well. The story takes place two years after the events of "Bet Among Friends" and still follows our favorite pred Dane.�
 
2017 was another rough year for me, but it started to turn itself around later in the year. This story is about moving on, and writing it greatly helped me move on with some of the bad events that happened to me during 2017. There isn't any vore, I spent most of the time focusing on the previously mentioned themes than the actual act of vore. Even though this is wrapping up the Bet Among Friends series, the story serves as a launch pad for future stories I have planned. You can guess the theme of those stories after reading this one.�
 
Lastly, I know I started a few commissions last year, obviously that didn't come to fruition. Ultimately the events of 2017 combined with a realization that I don't work very well under the commissions structure stopped that idea. I'm thinking of other options for readers to show their support, either through Patreon or through direct sales of stories.�
 
Anywho, enough of all that, let's get to the story!
 
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Dane looked over the frozen snow-covered lake, multicolored lights and a cacophony of sounds and music echoed from the other shore. The cities New Years Eve party was in full swing there, thousands of people filled the downtown streets to drink and ring in January 1st. The big man was glad he wasn�t a part of the celebration; he wanted to contemplate some personal topics before indulging in the party.
 
The cold air brushed against his bearded face as Dane tugged down on his hat, protecting his ears from the wind. He wore a light jacket that wouldn�t be near enough protection for most people, thankfully he sported a sizeable ballgut along with meaty arms and legs. His hunched over posture against the railing obscured just how tall and broad he was. The blubbery, ponderous stomach was mushed against the cold metal, the fat almost completely wrapping around it.
 
It had been two years since he digested his son Jack, and the realization that the kid was bellyfat wrapped around his gut still hadn�t sunk in. There was the honeymoon phase where Dane couldn�t keep his hands off his pudgy middle, still amazed that his son occupied the fat rolls of his stomach. His increase in girth spawned a adult video channel focused on his hairy paunch. Thousands of people collectively jerked off to the wobble and jiggle of the new form of Jack.
 
That was the most exhilarating part of the experience. Very few people knew what happened to Jack and his friend, it was a secret kept by Dane and his friends. His gut drew eyes from chasers and normal pedestrians every day. They thought it was because he didn�t take care of himself, he knew it was because of the best meal he ever had.
 
But like most experiences in life it became normal. The exhilaration passed. The thrill was lost. People still gawked at his belly, but the excitement that he knew the true reason of his girth slowly came to sadness. His friends Sean and Matt use to greet Dane with a handshake and Jack with a pat, now they just acknowledged Dane.
 
The father sighed as he scratched at his stomach, his thick fingers kneading the thick dome. He still felt the presence of his son within himself. Every time he touched the hairy gut or felt it wobble as he walked around naked, he was reminded that he and his son were one. There was a bond there that words couldn�t describe. It was one thing to not be able to tell people that you ate you son and he now resided on your waistline, it was another to not even have the ability to describe how that felt. He could get close, but close was a disservice to the experience itself.
 
Dane was afraid of moving on. Of the experience losing some kind of potency. The morning after digesting his son was forever etched into his memory, but he was afraid of moving on after that day. He was sure Jack didn�t want to be eaten, but if Dane didn�t eat him some other predator would have. Jack was the epitome of prey. From his stature to his taste to the ease he slid into his father stomach, the boy embodied someone who was meant to be eaten.
 
In the back of his mind, in the folds of his stomach, Dane knew Jack enjoyed their current connection to one another. The father would have been more upset if another person snacked on his son, denying both of them of this awesome bond. It felt like this is what destiny had in store for both of them.
 
Dane wanted to tell the story of him, Jack, and Allen without consequence. Explain how tasty his son was, how he digested down nicely, and how his friend followed in his footsteps without hesitation. He wanted others to know so that the memory of his son and his friend lived on after he himself left this mortal coil. He wanted to tell their story without fear of repercussion. He was able to cover his own tracks after the digestion of Jack, but the disappearance of Allen was still unsolved. If Allen�s friends and family learned of his place on Danes belly, things could get complicated.
 
The big man wondered if there were others in his position. Other fathers, uncles, and grandfathers, living with the experience of eating their own kin but unable to express just how great it was. Unable to help others who may be struggling with the realization that their son, nephew, or cousin has been boiled down into bellyfat on their bodies.
 
His gut began to tingle as he reminisced on his son. He wondered if his friend Matt could help him setup a website, it would have to be extremely secure with every means to hide his and other users identities. A place for others like him to share their own stories. There was a good chance that some of them would be fiction, but that would be a good decoy against those legitimate tales. Maybe at some point in time Dane would get to meet others in person, grab a beer and get into the more intimate details of their experiences.
 
Dane grinned as he slapped his belly, the soft mass wobbled under his tight shirt. Cheers erupted from the other side of the lake as fireworks roared into the nighttime sky, exploding into fantastic colors against the starry sky. The music volume increased as techno echoed across the lake.
 
�Don�t worry son. I�ll keep your memory alive.�
 
Dane stood up and walked along the shore, ready to celebrate the incoming year.