“Hey, is Becky okay in there?” One of the two drunken girls gives his gut a prod. Right, you’d forgotten they were still onstage. The only thing that seems to be a mood killer are these two bimbos still trying to ruin a night that you’re…surprisingly enjoying so far. Of course, while he’d humored them before, the dog doesn’t seem to this time. “Oh yeah she is, why don’t you see yourself?” And to the surprise of no one, he grabs and starts to devour her. Neither girl seems particularly surprised either, as they’re a little too drunk to think of the consequences of being devoured. While the first girl was a little bit of an affair, the second goes down with ease, as she’s a tad smaller and it’s clear the dog is in the mood just to eat by this point. He quite literally, getting back against the pole, slides down it to help in his consuming efforts. It’d look comical if it wasn’t so visceral, and if it worked better than the few inches that actually covered. But, undeterred, the dog finishes her off in just a few moments. He’s on his knees by the end of his snack, just a few feet from you and panting. That gut squirms and struggles, especially hard now as it’s clear his meals don’t like being in such an enclosed space together. Every second that you watch, that belly twitches. The rough outline of a hand pushes out, sending a moaning wave of pleasure through Duke. The third girl leans down to poke that tummy and he simply grabs her hand. Even she seems resigned to her fate and willingly gets down in position as he starts eating her in a kneeled pose.
You have to maneuver to the side to watch as that dog grips his prey and oh so slowly continues to swallow her. Belly bulged huge; it rests against the ground and serves as a perfect slope to drag her right into his maw. Every successive swallow on his part tugs her upwards, ever closer to joining her two friends. And unlike the first two, you have a front row seat (literally) to his slow, messy devouring of this woman. Her shoulders and chest slide into his mouth, giving so much pleasure he can barely keep his mouth open. Each gulp and she moves deeper and deeper into him. Music still banging out, he follows to the beat of the song playing as he passes her chest, then stomach and finally her legs. At this point on display onstage, the dog’s massive gut hangs obscenely from his torso to the point it nearly spills over the stage. It’s so close, right there just begging for you to touch it. And with him down to the girl’s thighs, he gives you another smug look. As the last few gulps sound off, he lets off a happy sigh of relief, fully stuffed and looking more than a little content. His eyes size you up in another predatory glance, though you aren’t sure if this is still the hunger talking or a more sexual side showing itself. But once again, before you can react someone else makes the move for you. Not Duke surprisingly, instead the poor bride to be seems to have decided you two need some alone time, so she shoves you with all of her might face first into his giant belly and bolts out the door. Presumably, she’s off to find some better friends. And presumably, you’re Duke’s now as the music comes to an end and his set is done. Slowly, slovenly, he slides off the stage, falling on his feet as his belly lets off a Gllrrshhh noise. All three girls inside struggle and kick, causing him to shudder in delight as he grabs your shoulder and forces you face-first right against his gut. A cacophony of low groans and gurgles from his overstuffed organ are interspersed by the soft sloshing from the girls struggling within. You can’t help it, pressing your fingers into his gut just to feel the give so far in it; it prompts a happy whine to escape. You’ve done it now, with a smirk and a cock of his head he wordlessly offers you to come with him. Flushed red, you follow that lewd pup as he doesn’t even bother putting on his clothes once more, instead walking out to his car and trying to get in…only to realize that absurd gut was far too big to fit even with the seat pushed all the way back. So, with a smile, that nearly naked and giant bellied dogboy gives you a sheepish smile. “Could uh…you drive? I’m a little too full to take us to my place. Eheh.”
It’s a struggle to get him into the car, like an overly pregnant woman near labor you have to help him in sideways to lie across his back seats. His belly is right in your face, jostling with the still drunken life inside of him as he giggles at the ridiculousness of the whole affair. In fact, his gut is so big, you can see it blocking the rearview mirror when you get into the driver’s seat. It’s rather unfortunate Duke lives on the other side of town, guiding you down his fastest path haphazardly while the throes of digestion really start to set in. “Hic Oh yeah you’re gonna want to turn right….RIGHT NOW DO Hic-IT.” Now you understand why he was praised for his eating, not his communication skills. But eventually though, you arrive to his place after about an… Holy Jeez an hour, he has HORRIBLE direction skills as you realize his “shortcut” took you over almost the entire city. Still, the huge drive had given him more than enough time to bring an end to those girls, but only just starting the process on actually processing them. Opening the car door from the other end you put him on, the dog’s head droops backwards to look up at you. “Hi.” Lolling his tongue out happily, he awaits for you to drag him out top first as he rolls over, belly spilling out on to the curb with a sickeningly loud slooorrsh serving as a perfect ramp for him to comfortably “exit” the vehicle. Whining, he doesn’t really help you get him and his bloated butt off the ground, staggering a little bit as the wide dog has to slowly get upright. It dawns on you, all of those drunk bimbos earlier? After a short digestion this dog is sloshed, and when you ask him where his apartment is he giggles and points to the third floor. Oh Jesus, you have to grab on to him and start to slooowly help him walk up those stairs, one hand of yours cradling over his massive belly. That belly, by the way, has completely made the girls into liquidy soup to the point that belly groans and sloshes with each step. With him over encumbered and sporting four times his normal weight overall, it’s a battle to get up the steps. Your hands sink into that soft, pillowy belly, feeling the heavy liquid weight you’re having to support as he takes each slow, ponderous step up the staircase. But the battle is won, you soon make it up the stairs and, while you have to physically shove him into his apartment as that gut’s too big, you get to his bedroom just fine. Drunkenly, he spins around with a loud GLRRRSHHH of his stomach as he loudly declares without consultation from you. “Okay, sex time!” But before you even have the opportunity to join in or scold him, you basically freaking blink and he goes from horny and excited to lying atop his bed passed out like the world’s loudest mountain given all of his snoring. You can’t really leave at the moment, so, getting on to his bed you sink your hands into that soft and sloshy belly. Every finger can feel that liquidy center rolling about just to keep him alluring enough you want to keep touching…you want to see how he looks tomorrow…you want…sleep. Closing your eyes for a moment, you vow to stay onnnnly until he’s digested these girls. Nothing more, no funny business, and with a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks, you fall asleep.

You barely remember what happened when you left last night, and when you wake up the next morning you’re not entirely convinced it wasn’t a dream all along. You sigh, opening your eyes and stretching out, only to realize this isn’t your apartment at all. In fact, your realization last night happened is only confirmed when he walks…well more of waddles in. Running a hand through his hair, that puppy has gotten upgraded to a full on dog, now wide as ever as three whole girls does quite a number on your body. “Heh…I swear I’ll work it off in a month.” The dog says as he turns to the side, blushing up a storm as it sets in just how much larger he’s become. Gone is that perfectly fit and athletic demigod of a body he sported before, now instead he’s softened massively on all fronts. Starting from his face, his cheeks bear a much softer side, contrasting with his almost pointy features from the night before. But his face is chump change, his arms fared little better with their muscular frame now hidden under a layer of softness not unlike a winter coat. His legs are like treestumps at this point, huge and rounded out in order to better hold his chunky ass up. And goodness, what a chunky ass it was. His poor outfit he was wearing covering his junk last night is pretty much engulfed in these humongous buns, perfectly soft and rounded they perfectly hide the strong and toned muscles beneath. He gives a playful slap to them, causing them to wobble excitedly at their increased and softened size. But where the bulk of these girls went was his torso region. His chest, previously hard as a rock, now had ballooned out to the point he could wear a small bra if he so desired. Of anything that caused that dog embarrassment, you staring at his chest was definitely it as it was larger than either of you would have expected. But it wasn’t the largest thing of them all. No, that went to his absolutely giant tummy, so large it could hide one of the girls without anyone knowing any better. Almost perfectly rounded, that belly jiggles with even the slightest of movement on his part, begging for you to touch it. And as he grabs your arm to yank it towards his belly, it seems he was begging all the same. It’s soft, squishy to the point of being mistakable for bread dough. But bread dough doesn’t moan when you squeeze it, nor does it huff loudly when you finger that huge hole he calls a belly button. Pillow sized and needing to be played with, that belly is like putty to your hands on how you knead and squeeze into it. You hardly notice several minutes pass as you knead away, only to be interrupted by a rather hard friend below that gut giving your thigh a poke. Face red as can be, the dog looks away in embarrassment for the first time you’ve seen him as he softly mumbles. “Wanna uh…enjoy all of these gains?” With a smile, it’s you doing the tugging this time, towards the bed. It was going to be a VERY good Saturday.



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