I hadn't, so thank you for informing! Sad to that Pointcrow didn't include it in his video, but I can understand why not.

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I was out at the bar one night when I met this bear of a man. He approached me at the bar and bought me a drink, being pretty clear with his intentions.

He was big, strong, attentive and sweet -- all the traits I love in a man. I played coy, but I think we both knew the night was going to end in the bedroom. I didn't shy away when, after about an hour together at the bar, he invited me back to his place.

He was pretty spent after we fucked, and fell asleep within 5 minutes of laying down. I was still wide awake, so I decided to get up and explore his place.

I'll admit, I really liked the guy. I wanted to snoop a bit, see if I could vet him before I tried to get with him. I had to make sure he wasn't a serial killer, or something like that.

I was in the middle of shifting through a bureau, when I heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. I quickly shut the bureau and turned around, just in time for him to clear the stairs. I called over to him, trying my best not to sound guilty.

"Hey, you're up? Sorry, I couldn't sleep, so I've just been chilling down here."

He gave some sort of muffled response that told me he hadn't quite woken up yet. I heard his weight shift, and the floor creaked as he began to approach me.

"Do you want a drink or something? I could pour you a glass of water."

He didn't respond, and a blank, unaware look sat on his face as he continued to walk towards me. I tensed as he leaned over and clapped his hands onto my shoulders. I looked up at him, and suddenly my whole world went dark.

I did my best to struggle, but he was eating me and there wasn't much I could do about it. His strong arms kept me pinned in place, clearly experienced despite being barely awake.

Before too long I was packed away inside him, doing my best to push at the walls for any sort of grip. It was really hot inside him, like a heated blanket that was soaking wet.

The bear patted his belly a couple times, and it sounded like he was trying to calm me. I heard his muffled voice telling me not to worry, though that was all I could do.

My world bounced as I felt him lumber back up the staircase, using one hand to rub his belly. Knowing I was stuck, I began to settle into the warmth of the belly. It was more comfortable than I had expected.

The bear eased back into his bed, much more satisfied with his now full gut. Before too long, he was snoring, a hand resting on the huge belly.

On the inside, I did my best to get comfortable, and just hope that he'd let me out in the morning. I tried not to pass out, but the warm gut slowly rocked me to sleep before I even knew it.

Of course, after a couple hours, a belly does what it knows how to do -- digest.

Come morning, I was nothing but mush resting inside the bear's belly. He woke up and immediately was shocked at the lack of bulges in his middle.

"Shit. I didn't mean to melt you."

Immediately he sat up, gut sloshing as he did so. He poked and prodded at it, trying to see if there was any chance I was still alive. There was not.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Fuck!" He slammed his fist into the mattress next to him.

All the while, the belly groaned and gurgled, working overtime to turn what was left of me into more fat on his body.

Eventually he laid back and sighed, feeling defeated.

“So, what are we going to do with him this time?” Brody asked.

“Hmm?” Mac said, looking up from the paper he was reading.

“Focus, Mac. We need to decide on what we’re doing with the kid,” Brody said, rolling his eyes. “This is the, what, fifth time? Sixth time that he’s gotten picked up for doing something stupid? He can’t keep coming back here.”

“I know, but until he gets his shit together, he’ll be spending his nights in a jail cell,” Mac said, shrugging. Mac and Brody were deputies of the local sheriff’s office, typically relegated to nightly patrols around the city and making sure anyone who’s thinking of getting up to no good doesn’t make it very far. Usually, the city was pretty quiet, but some liked to disrupt that piece for the fun of it. One such person was Tanner, known as “the kid” in the office despite being in his early 20s, who had become a bit of a nuisance to the community. He never did anything major, but when he drank too much, he liked to tag buildings, blast music as he walked down the streets, and pick fights with people who crossed his path. The Sheriff’s office didn’t see him as a threat to the community, but they did have to try to calm the situation, which usually meant hauling Tanner in and having him spend the night in a jail cell.

Unfortunately, this time, the jail cells were all full from an outside group of troublemakers who came to visit and decided to make themselves known. Now they had Tanner in a holding room, trying to decide what to do with him.

“Considering the cells are full, we need somewhere else for him to go. Ideas?” Brody asked.

“Hmm,” Mac thought. Mac, a man in his early 50s who was had a solid build, salt and pepper hair, and a short but full beard to match his somewhat short head of hair, looked tougher than he tended to be. He didn’t like coming down hard on people, especially when he knew they were more likely than not just acting out rather than trying to be a problem for everyone. Tanner fell into that category, but Mac also knew that he needed to be firm or else people like Tanner were only going to get worse. Now he had to figure out how to handle this. An idea popped into his head.

“Ok, I think I know what to do but you gotta trust me on this,” Mac said, giving Brody a confident smile.

“Uh oh, what’re you gonna do?” Brody asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see. I’m gonna go talk to him and should be back shortly,” Mac said, getting up and heading to the holding room. He lightly knocked on the door and then entered. Tanner was sitting at the table, head down, his drunkenness starting to subside. He lifted his head as he heard Mac walk in.

“K, I’m ready for my hotel room,” Tanner said with a smirk, proud of his joke.

“Not tonight, kiddo. No room,” Mac said, crossing his arms.

“Oh bummer, guess that means I’ll be leaving then,” Tanner said, standing up and pulling his hood over his head. “Maybe next time, sir.” Tanner started walking towards the door but Mac stood in his way.

“Not so fast. I didn’t say you could leave,” Mac said, looking down on him. Mac’s 6’ 3” height made him quite imposing against Tanner’s 5’ 9”.

Tanner looked confused. “Ok…so where am I going then? Your house?”

Mac grinned. “You could say that…” he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Tanner took a couple steps back.

“Wh-what’re you doing?!” Tanner asked, sounding alarmed.

“Oh don’t get any ideas. I just really like this shirt and don’t want to ruin it,” Mac said, finishing opening his shirt, his abs with solid happy trail now on display. “Now, let’s get you to your…cell.” Mac took a couple quick strides forward and grabbed Tanner, who was too stunned to react. Mac opened his mouth wide, picked up Tanner, and shoved him head first into his mouth. Tanner’s head immediately hit the back of Mac’s throat, at which point Mac swallowed hard. The strength of his swallow sent Tanner down to his chest into his throat.

Tanner began to struggle, the muffled sounds of his voice coming through the bottom of Mac’s throat as he started to come to realize what was happening. Unfortunately for him, no one was around to hear and Mac was on a mission, so down he we went. Mac continued to swallow, moving from Tanner’s chest to his stomach, his waist, and past his butt. Now just Tanner’s legs were hanging out of his mouth. By this point, Tanner’s head had entered Mac’s stomach.

“What the actual fuck?!” Tanner yelled out into the stomach cavern, the sound lightly bouncing off the walls. All the struggling and fighting he did couldn’t get him free of Mac’s mouth. He realized too late it was making things worse. Now all he could do was feel himself sliding more and more inside. His head eventually hit the bottom, forcing him to start curling into a ball, his back lining up with the walls of the stomach. It was thanks to Tanner’s entrance into the stomach that Mac’s gut started to balloon out.

Mac tilted his head up, letting gravity help send the rest of Tanner in. As he did, he gripped his stomach, feeling it swell as Tanner took up space. The fullness he was experiencing was indescribable, but he knew there was no stopping now. Tanner’s thighs and knees entered his mouth. He was getting close to the end. His stomach now pushing the size of an exercise ball, he could feel Tanner yelling and putting up a fight, though Mac’s stomach muscles were far to strong for Tanner to cause any serious problems. Mac felt Tanner’s ankles and, lastly, his feet enter his mouth. With one final swallow, Mac sent the last of Tanner into his stomach.

“Ahhh,” Mac said, his airway finally clear. His throat was still swollen but forcing Tanner down. Mac turned his head down and watched as his stomach grew, making room for all of Tanner. It took a few more seconds but, eventually, it was done. Tanner was balled up in his gut.

“Welcome to your new cell, Tanner. I hope you enjoy your stay,” Mac said with a grin, giving his stomach a pat. It immediately started to move and shake, Tanner struggling more. Still, it was useless. Mac spent a lot of time in the gym in a past life and even did amateur body building for years. There was no way Tanner was going anywhere.

Mac straightened himself up, stabilizing himself with the new found weight. His belly seemed even larger now that Mac had stretched some. He patted it, and headed out of the holding room, making his way back to Brody. He entered the room and walked up to Brody’s desk, his gut right next to his head.

“How did it g—“ Brody started to say, until he turned to look at Mac and was staring right at a gaping belly button. Brody jumped back in his chair. “What the hell?!”

“I found a space for Tanner. No need to worry about it,” Mac said, folding his hands on top of his belly shelf.

“Huh?” Brody asked, his brain still trying to understand.

“Don’t overthink it. Tanner’s in here,” Mac rubbed his belly. “No need to find a jail cell when I have a mobile one right here.” Tanner caused Mac’s stomach to shake some, causing some gurgling and glorping to emanate from it and helping prove Mac’s point.

“Dude…how did you even know you could do this?” Brody asked, staring in awe.

“Eh, long story. Let’s just say I did a lot of experimenting in college. Some habits died over the years, others laid dormant. I’m just glad something good came from the college years…other than my degree, of course,” Mac said, slightly laughing. Mac looked at Brody’s face and smiled. His reaction made all of this even better. “Like what you see?”

Brody’s face went red. “D-don’t be ridiculous. I’m just watching a freak of nature show off. Not exactly something you see everyday.”

“Aww, you sure it’s not just your mpreg kink getting the best of you?” Mac walked a few steps closer, pushing his belly into Brody’s face.

“Oh, come on, Mac,” Brody said, trying to move further back. “You’re an idiot. Besides, not sure my wife would sign off on any of that.” Brody tried to turn back to his computer, sneaking a few glances as he spoke. “Anyway, what’s your plan now? You going to give birth tomorrow or something to let him out?”

“Not exactly. I’m thinking Tanner may due with a little more incubation. Maybe a week?” Mac said, rubbing his chin with one hand while rubbing circles on his belly with the other. Tanner was still making a fuss but seemed to have worn himself out. Poor guy didn’t know that all he was doing was for naught.

“You’re gonna carry this thing for a week?!” Brody asked in shock, giving the firm gut a solid smack, causing more motion to be seen under the surface.

“Hey, careful! My abs are strong but not numb to pain!” Mac said, brushing his hand away and rubbing the spot he hit. “It’ll be fine. I’ve done worse.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”

“Story for another time. I think I’m gonna head home. This jail needs a break,” Max said, winking. He strode over to his desk and grabbed his stuff, careful to maneuver himself to avoid hitting anything with his boulder of a belly. Once he packed up, he said goodnight to Brody, who snuck one last glance at him and blushed a slight red before turning back to his computer, and headed out.

New stuffing will go live tmrw!

While Rowan was sitting back, moaning and grunting as that dude- I mean *meal* settled into his belly; one of his friends had the bright idea to step back, and run right into his bulging gut. A loud crunch, along with sloshing and rumble emanated from Rowan's lower tummy as he tried shoving his friend off. He started panicking; while his drunk friends kept laughing, no attention to him or his digesting companion what so ever... The sounds of bone cracking and pumping sludge could be heard.

Shockingly enough, Rowan felt better after that. "Ahhh... thanks bro!" He said, right before unleashing a wet, sloppy burp to seal the deal: "BWORRRPPP🗣️.”