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He leaned forward on the counter, looking at the empty store, the walls still stained yellow from three decades of cigarettes before the No Smoking sign went up. On humid days when the AC struggled just to push air, he swore the place smelled like handmade, shitty, moldy plywood box his ex boyfriend kept his cheap cigars in for his trailer-park-bigshot strip poker nights.

God, what a fucking loser, he thought to himself.

As he turned his head he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the little mirror of a broken discount cosmetics kit. The shitty chinstrap he messed up with the trimmer last week was disappearing into a three-day stubble he'd been too hungover to deal with this morning, and he was realizing three hours into his shift that he'd put his name tag on upside down.

Alright, point taken, he thought to whatever higher power has inspired that mirror to sit just right.

He took off his name tag and started to put it back on as he heard the chime for the door. Reaching back with his foot, he found the stool and pulled it forward, leaning on his leg as he waited for whoever stepped in to come up to the counter. The bottom of his chest rested on the too-high surface, clearly intended to be used with some kind of extra-high stool for surveying the store like some kind of gasoline emperor, and instead making him look like a kid playing shopkeeper.

He was starting to zone out as he heard a pair of heavy boots approaching.

"Matteooo, hey man how you been?" the man said as he got closer. He set his case of beer on the counter and raised his hand up.

"Good man, how you been?" he said back, grabbing the guy's hand and patting his back.

Who the fuck are you?

"Been good man, been good. Hey so, I got a question, I'm a little short and uh... can I get some Camels? I get paid tomorrow, I swear, but I gotta get my fix man you know what I mean?"

Ah.

"Yeah, I uh..." Matteo started, "I don't know about that man. Like a candy bar or a soda maybe but if I start swipin cigs they'll fire my ass."

"Come on man, just one pack."

"Sorry bro, I can't do that. I gotta pay bills."

The man leaned on the counter, just in front of Matteo's face. "Look dude... make it worth your while."

"What?"

"You used to fuck with Mikey, yeah?"

Oh god, not one of his loser friends, Matteo thought to himself, trying not to groan. "Yeah, we uh.. we broke up a while ago man."

"Yeah bro, that's what I'm saying, you ain't got nobody right now, lemme walk out with a pack of cigs and I'll make it worth your time."

"They got cameras, dude."

"PFFT-" the dude almost laughed right in Matteo's face, "bro the sign outside had that broken bulb long enough for it to be in school, you wanna tell me those cameras actually do shit?"

Matteo tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but laugh with him, "well... okay yeah, fair enough."

The man smiled while they laughed and Matteo felt himself soften a little. "Come on man, I'm dying for my fix over here. We can go in the back, I'll give you a little blowie and you slide me the pack across the counter."

Matteo sighed and thought for a few seconds.

"C'mon man, I won't tell," he begged.

He reached under the counter and put out a yellowed tent with "BACK IN 5" in big black letters. "Alright, but don't say nothin, this is a one time thing," he said as he nodded his head to the door just behind the counter.

They both slipped in quick, Matteo taking a look just to be sure no one else was there, and the man was on him in a second. He pressed Matteo against the wall, grinding against him and breathing on his neck.

"God Mikey was stupid for lettin you get away," he said into Matteo's ear, "I used to watch you go past while we cleaned his ass out during those stupid poker games, wishin you'd join."

Matteo leaned against the wall, running his hand down the man's side and moaning softly.

"Would've given up all my money every time just to watch you take a few things off," he said, tracing his tongue on Matteo's ear. He kissed down Matteo's neck while running his hand up his shirt, tracing his thumb over his hipbones as he got to his knees.

He looked up at Matteo, biting his lip and locking eyes with him as he undid his pants. "I bet it's big," he whispered as he pulled Matteo's boxers lower. He ran his tongue along Matteo's shaft as it firmed, moaning as it rubbed against his cheek.

"Looks like I was right," he said looking up with a grin before sliding his lips slowly all the way down.

You're full of sh- oh fffuck, Matteo thought to himself, interrupted by the feeling of his cock sliding into the man's throat.

"Fuck dude, holy shit," he said panting. He ran his hand through the man's short hair and put his hand on the back of his head as he continued to bob up and down, moaning and grunting with his eyes closed as his worked Matteo's cock.

He brought his lips back up to the head and wrapped his hand around the shaft. He stroked slowly along the shaft as he worked Matteo's head with his tongue and lips.

"Jesus, dude, fuck," Matteo said as he gripped the wall. His knees felt weak and he felt the sensation all the way up his body.

The door chime went off and they heard the muffled sounds of two people talking.

Matteo looked at the door to the office and the man started to pull away, but he grabbed him by the head and pulled him back down.

"Don't stop, fuck," Matteo said as the man moaned softly and went back to sucking him off, "that's so fucking good."

The man went slower, taking longer strokes and swishing his tongue back and forth along the bottom of his head while Matteo put a hand over his mouth to stop from moaning out. His eyes watered as the man changed pace again, pushing climax away from him right before he shot.

His fingers tightened in the man's hair as the customers outside rang the bell.

"Anybody back there? Hello?"

The man started going slow again and Matteo felt himself getting close.

"I gotta go, can someone come ring this up?"

He looked up at Matteo knowingly, keeping his pace just off beat enough to make it happen whenever he wanted.

"I'm gonna leave cash on the counter. Keep the change."

The doorbell went off again and the voices stopped, and as soon as the door hit the frame the man looked up, a slight grin in the corner of his mouth, and pushed Matteo over the edge.

He took his hand off his mouth and let out a low, throaty moan as he shot. The man made a muffled sound, moving his hand to bring Matteo's entire shaft into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as his pubes pressed up against his nose. Matteo started thrusting and he moaned again, feeling the head of his cock sliding in and out of his throat.

Matteo leaned forward, his hand still on the man's head as he slowly worked his lips to the tip of his cock, licking it clean. He licked the very tip, getting out the last drop, and swallowed.

"Good?"

"Fuck dude, I haven't cum that hard in... fuck, I don't know."

The man stood up and wiped his mouth, "good." He stepped closer and kissed Matteo, bringing his wrists up to the wall, "you got a nice cock, I liked the way it felt."

Matteo panted and looked up at him, the taste of cigarettes and dick on his breath. "Any time you want," he said up against the man's lips, bringing him in for another kiss.

"How about next week," the man said, coming up for air before pressing his lips against Matteo's again, "I make you cum real good again, you give me another pack of cigs."

"Woah," Matteo said, pulling back, "that's- no, I can't do that man, they'll fire my ass."

"Hey baby, hold on now, no need to get upset," the man said, trying to smooth things out, "you think they'll miss it?"

"Yeah man, they'll catch my ass. It's a no, bro," Matteo said slowly, trying not to ruin the mood.

The man frowned back, "Come on dude, they ain't gonna notice."

"Bro, no." Matteo took a step away from him, "I'm not riskin my job so you can get free pack every week."

"Okay, well," his body language changed fast.

Fuck, of course it's some shit.

"Since you wanna be a little bitch about it, how about you give me a pack every week or I tell your manager you're tradin smokes for blowjobs in the office on the clock?"

"Bro what the fuck-"

"I don't work here, I don't give a fuck, I'll tell em I sucked your dick for smokes-"

He was cut off by Matteo shoving him hard into the wall.

"How about you get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass instead?" Matteo said, standing over him.

He came up swinging, hitting Matteo square in the jaw with a loud pop. After staggering back a few steps, gripping his jaw, Matteo charged, knocking the man to the floor, swinging at his face and only meeting the thick part of his arm.

The man punched at Matteo's stomach, hitting him hard over and over, only stopping when one of the punches finally got through and knocked him square in the nose. He reached back, grabbing onto something hard and metal.

Matteo lunged, mouth open and acting on instinct, pinning one arm to the floor as the other went into his mouth. He slammed the man's hand on the floor, knocking the spare pipe out as he continued to shove the man's arm down his throat in a blind rage.

"H-hey, HEY! WHAT THE FUCK!" The man screamed, his elbow sinking down Matteo's throat. He tried to pull back but he was pinned, and Matteo was pissed. "Dude- FUCK, what the fuck are you DOING?"

His mind was a blur of rage as he continued to shove the man deeper, his jaw aching as it stretched wide around his shoulder. The only thing he felt was his anger and the unfamiliar sensation of something big shoving down his gullet.

"STOP! WHAT THE FUCK! ST-" the man's screams were cut off as Matteo's mouth engulfed his head and expanded to cover his other shoulder. He swallowed hard and the man was pulled further into his throat, a bulge going deeper and deeper with each angry, hate-filled swallow.

As he went deeper, Matteo's body slowed and he started to lift the man up, swallowing harder and harder to keep moving him in. He flailed and kicked as gravity dragged him down, the walls of the stomach around him stretching to accommodate his size.

The man's knees reached Matteo's lips and he began to slow down much more, his body barely holding it together.

What the fuck am I doing... he asked while panting and giving strained gulps, oh fuck, what- what did I do??

He paused as the man writhed, most of the way inside. Gravity continued to pull him down slowly and Matteo felt his stomach grumble, stretched far beyond its limits but still going.

Fuck it. he thought, letting whatever was going to happen, happen, and giving a few more hard swallows.

The man's legs slid down his throat, a few inches at a time, until Matteo felt himself gag slightly as the rough texture of his boots rubbed his throat. With one final hard swallow, he felt his throat closing up behind him, and in a few more seconds, the passage closed up entirely as the man was sealed up inside of his stomach.

He panted, breathing heavily as he looked down at his stomach, the squirming just under the surface visible. His work shirt had been lifted up to his chest, the skin of his hairy belly stretched so tightly he could see his veins.

Fuck, what have I done?

Reaching out slowly, he rubbed his belly and bit his lip, almost moaning at the feeling of his hand on his overstretched skin. As he rubbed, the man inside moved and he had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop from making a sound.

Oh fuck, it feels... good. Jesus, what am I saying?

He tried to stand up slowly, the weight of the man inside of him difficult to lift. After a few minutes, he got to his feet and started to shuffle towards the door.

Shit, someone is gonna see, someone is gonna kn-

He braced himself against the wall as he felt a kick inside his stomach, the sensitive nerves inside of him lighting up like a christmas tree, sending a shiver up his spine.

Fuck, that feels so good.

Peeking out the door quickly, he saw no one and stumbled to the counter, just in time for someone to walk in.

Oh shit, they almost saw. Fuck, what am I gonna do?

As the customers moved through the store, he moved his stool closer with his foot and leaned on the counter, his stomach completely out of view.

God I hope they don't see.

Another kick hit the inside of his stomach and he bit his lip, feeling his cheeks turn red just as someone approached, setting several drinks on the counter.

"Can I get fifteen on pump three?"

"Yeah, sure." He started scanning the drinks and hit a few buttons on the register to turn on the pump, just in time for the man inside him to start kicking and making noise.

"You're all set, have a good day."

Fuck, I hope they didn't hear, he thought to himself as the door closed.

His stomach grumbled audibly and he felt himself getting hard. The walls of his stomach were starting to squeeze the man tightly and he could feel them tensing and releasing as they sized him up.

It shouldn't feel this good... what the fuck...

He felt a hard kick and grunted, the man inside was getting scared and lashing out harder.

I shouldn't have... fuck, he started to think to himself, why does it have to feel so... so good?

His stomach thrashed as he heard a muffled plea for help from inside himself, and he had to stop himself from moaning as he watched a truck pull in. A tall man started walking towards the door as he felt several hard, frantic kicks inside of himself. His cock throbbed as the man struggled, and he smiled at the customer as he entered.

Someone is gonna find out, I gotta... I gotta figure out how to get rid of him, he thought just as the man started to thrash hard, oh fuck, I can't. It feels so good. I'm gonna get caught.

Looking around for the customer, his eyes glanced over the mirror and he got a look at his face. He had a minor bruise from the fight, but other than that... he looked normal. He looked around and couldn't see a mirror in his direction, and as the big man made his way to the counter with a case of beer, he was completely oblivious. After cashing out, the man left, and Matteo leaned on his counter.

...I'm not gonna get caught.

He looked down at his stomach, at the shape of the man trapped inside whose struggles were getting weaker by the minute, and ran his fingers over his belly.

No one is gonna know where you went.

His cock twitched at the thought and he looked back at the mirror.

No one is gonna know.

...

Hours passed and the kicking stopped. Customers came and went, but no one knew. No one noticed his belly, the size of a beach ball, hanging under the counter where the man was slowly being broken down. No one noticed the muffled sounds, the thumping and struggling, the sounds of a content stomach slowly doing its job.

No one but Matteo.

He slid an empty register drawer in and flipped the lights off for the night. His stomach gurgled as he slowly moved towards the door, locking it up behind him and getting a look at his reflection in the glass. The defined edges of the man in his belly had smoothed out, replaced with an even curve. After looking around for a second, he hopped in his car and drove off.

On the way home, every pothole and bump made his stomach toss, the big mass inside shifting and bumping. As he pulled into the driveway, his stomach gurgled and he let out a soft moan, feeling the man shift inside him.

He sat in the car, the radio on low, and looked down at his belly, gently rubbing the surface. It grumbled and shifted under his hands, the powerful muscles of his stomach hard at work. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed.

"...I ate somebody," he said quietly to himself. His dick twitched in his pants and he bit his lip. "I didn't even ask his name."

I should not be this turned on about it

Matteo stumbled out of his car and up the steps to his trailer. Closing the door behind him with his foot, he made his way to the couch and laid down on his side, one hand slowly rubbing his belly as he laid on the couch.

His stomach gurgled contently as he rubbed slowly, his eyes getting heavy.

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Matteo laced up his boots for work, finally able to bend all the way over without feeling something sloshing around.

He stepped in front of the mirror and picked up his trimmer, evening up the edge of his chinstrap and looking over himself. He ran a hand down his stomach, which was somehow only slightly softer.

Took two days to break you down and not a sign you were ever here.

His stomach grumbled, suddenly upset as he started to step towards the door. Grabbing his belly, he felt himself heave slightly into a long, loud burp that ended with a gag as something came up. The edges of a plastic card were easy to clock and he looked at it closely, the color nearly stripped by his stomach acid.

Huh, looks like a license.

He flicked the card into the trash can and took a sip of water from a bottle on his table.

On his way out the door, he felt his stomach growl and knew he couldn't keep putting it off.