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“Oh yeah, smell it. Feel it in your little sub brain. This is your fucking oxygen. Motorboat my superior cheeks bitch.” 

You press your face into his glorious asscrack as he rips another fart, and he pushes his cheeks over your face while laughing. He sits down on your face full force, and you feel his balls on your chin, and the rhythmic motion of him jacking off. 

“As soon as i saw you smelling my dirty jock, i knew you were mine,” He rubs his hole over your mouth and lips, teasing you until you start to lick

The subway train rattled steadily through the dark tunnels, its fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the nearly empty car. The late hour meant few passengers remained, leaving plenty of space for the striking figure seated a few rows away. You tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He was shirtless, leaning back casually in the orange plastic seat with his muscular body on full display. A gray cap sat backward on his head, white earbuds in his ears, and intricate tattoos decorated his thick arms and broad shoulders. His hairy chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths, defined abs flexing subtly with each sway of the train. He looked powerful, confident, and completely at ease.

He caught you looking. His sharp eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. Before you could glance away, he pulled out one earbud and spoke in a low, casual voice.

“See something you like?”

You didn’t have time to answer. In a swift motion, he reached across the aisle, his strong hand grabbing the front of your shirt. With surprising ease, he yanked you forward, pulling you straight into his lap. His grip was firm and unyielding.

“Too bad for you,” he murmured, voice calm and cocky. “Staring that long means you’re mine now.”

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shoved your head between his hot, slick lips. The inside of his mouth was incredibly warm and wet. His tongue pressed firmly against your face as he took his first powerful swallow.

GLURK.

The strong muscles of his throat rippled around your head, pulling you in with surprising force. The heat was immediate and overwhelming — a tight, pulsing tunnel of slick flesh that squeezed from all sides. You felt the firm pressure of his collarbones stretching around your shoulders as another deep gulp dragged you deeper. His heartbeat thumped loudly nearby, steady and powerful, while the rippling contractions of his esophagus worked you down relentlessly.

GLURK… GLURK…

Your shoulders and chest slid inside. The heat intensified, wrapping around your upper body like a living sauna. The walls were soft yet incredibly strong, massaging and squeezing you downward in rhythmic waves. You could feel every detail — the slick saliva coating your skin, the powerful muscles flexing and relaxing in sequence, and the way his broad chest expanded to accommodate you. His strong hands gripped your waist, steadily feeding more of your body past his lips. Each swallow sent fresh waves of pressure down around you, pinning your arms to your sides.

The descent felt endless. The tight, wet tunnel pulsed and rippled, pulling you steadily toward his stomach. The sounds were loud and intimate — the wet glucks of his throat, the rush of air, and the constant, heavy thud of his heart. The heat grew thicker, more humid, as you slipped further in. His powerful body claimed you with casual dominance, treating you like nothing more than a satisfying meal.

With a final, deep GLURK, your legs slid down his throat. You dropped into his stomach with a splash.

The chamber was incredibly tight. The fleshy walls immediately closed in around you, slick and churning, pressing firmly against your curled-up body from every direction. It was intensely hot — like being wrapped in a heated, living blanket that never stopped moving. The stomach walls rippled and squeezed in slow, rhythmic waves, massaging your form as digestive juices began to pool around you. The air was thick, heavy, and humid, carrying a strong, musky scent.

You could feel everything. Every sway and jolt of the subway train translated directly into motion inside him. When the train rounded a curve, you were shifted and rolled gently within the tight space. His powerful abs flexed occasionally, compressing the chamber even tighter around you. The walls kneaded and squeezed with surprising strength, coating you thoroughly as the stomach worked to process its large meal.

Outside, the shirtless pred leaned back comfortably in his seat, one hand resting possessively on his massively distended belly. The clear bulge of your body was visible beneath his stretched skin. He rubbed slow, lazy circles over the rounded gut, feeling every shift you made inside.

“Damn… you settled in nice,” he muttered quietly, voice satisfied. He gave his heavy stomach a firm pat, causing the walls around you to clench tighter for a moment. The pressure increased, squeezing you deeper into the churning folds.

“BUUUUURRRRP!”

A deep, rumbling belch rolled out of him, vibrating through the stomach walls. The chamber clenched hard around you for a moment as air escaped.

The train continued its journey, stopping at stations and picking up the occasional passenger. Most people glanced at the muscular man with the enormous, rounded belly but quickly looked away. He simply smirked, adjusted his cap, and kept one earbud in, acting like carrying a full belly on the subway was completely normal. His hand never left his gut for long, stroking and rubbing over your form in slow, almost affectionate motions.

Inside, the sensations grew more intense over time. The heat never let up. The slick walls constantly rippled and contracted, massaging every inch of your body. Digestive fluids pooled higher, tingling against your skin as they worked. Every breath he took caused the chamber to expand and contract slightly around you. When he shifted in his seat, you were pressed and turned within the tight space. The constant, wet gurgling sounds surrounded you — the active churn of his powerful stomach breaking down its meal.

The motion of the train added to it all. Each acceleration pushed you back against the rear wall of his stomach. Every stop and start jostled you gently, the fleshy chamber sloshing around you. His abs would occasionally flex, squeezing you firmly as he relaxed, reminding you just how completely you were trapped inside this dominant stranger’s body.

Station after station passed. His stomach grew gradually softer and rounder as it worked harder on you. The outlines of your form slowly smoothed out beneath his skin. He stayed relaxed the entire ride, occasionally glancing down at his full belly with a content expression, his hand continuing its slow, possessive rubbing.

By the time the train approached his destination, you were thoroughly claimed. The tight, churning heat enveloped you completely, the rhythmic motions of his body and the subway blending together into one overwhelming experience. He stood up carefully, his heavy, rounded gut swaying with the movement. One hand stayed on his belly as he stepped off the train, carrying you with him into the night like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Just your local fat boy being groped by his bf 😮‍💨

Wonder where all this food is settling...

Took a short break, but I'm still around (and gaining)!

I feel like my days of having 6 pack abs are over. Seems like chugging heavy whipping cream and ice cream everyday is taking a toll on my waistline. Its only 70lbs tho, that’s not that much of a difference right?

Welp told you it wouldn’t be too long before these go as well. I guess 10 extra pounds was all it needed

Here it is again side by side

I never directly told him I had fantasies about being swallowed whole, but my favourite friend with benefits accidentally satisfied those cravings when he noticed how I reacted to him licking my face. It became a big part of our foreplay, having my face thoroughly explored by his tongue while I was pinned helplessly beneath his fat, heavy body. It grew more passionate each time, his lips wrapped around more and more of my face almost like he was learning to stretch them wider on purpose.

The day he managed to get his jaws around my whole head was a pleasant shock to us both. When he eventually pulled away and we locked eyes, I could tell from the grin on his face that he’d known my secret all along. He’d been taking the time to practice this, and from that point onwards my whole head was trapped and tasted within his drooling maw during each of our encounters. My shoulders were the last barrier to overcome, and when he was finally able to slip those past his lips, there’s was nothing stopping him from devouring me.

It took less than a minute to swallow me entirely, like my friend desperately wanted to claim the meal he’d been chasing for so long. But it felt much longer to me when I was focusing on the sensations of each part of my body being dragged inside of his own. His wet tongue sliding beneath my pits as he took in the flavour from my hairy chest. His saliva trickling down my hips before he sucked them deeper. His throat muscles massaging my throbbing cock as he gulped down my legs. And last but not least, the ticklish feeling of his hands pushing against the soles of my feet to finish me off.

Earlier today, you left your journal at a coffee shop. He found it, and the smell of it is making him rather hungry. He’s taking it as a sign. It’s your fault, really. You left your address on the cover. He'll find you. And when he does, you'll fill out his gut quite nicely, he thinks.

Jake stood shirtless in the middle of their apartment, the cool air brushing against his bare skin as he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands slowly roamed over the massive, heavy swell of his gut — round, taut, and bulging obscenely outward. The once-flat stomach was now a thick, hanging dome of stretched flesh, sagging heavily over the waistband of his black sweatpants. Beneath the soft layer of pudge, he could feel every faint shift and squirm of his former roommate trapped deep inside.

“Fuuuuck, Ethan…” Jake groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. Both palms pressed firmly into the warm, gurgling mass, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he kneaded it possessively. A loud, wet glorp echoed from within, followed by a desperate push from inside that made the surface of his belly visibly bulge outward for a moment before it was squeezed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

It had been hours since their last fight escalated. Ethan had been bitching nonstop about rent, about Jake’s messy habits, about how he was “sick of carrying his lazy ass.” Jake finally had enough. In one swift motion he’d grabbed his roommate, pinned him to the couch, and shoved his head straight into his drooling maw. The swallow was brutal and hungry — wet, messy gulps stretching his throat wide as Ethan kicked and thrashed wildly. Jake’s tongue savored the salty taste of his roommate’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then those toned abs… all the way down until Ethan’s hips slid past his lips. One final, powerful gulp sent the bulge traveling down his chest and settling heavily into his stomach with a satisfying slosh.

Now Ethan was nothing but meat. A thick, squirming gut-filler.

Jake’s cock was rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his sweatpants, the red waistband of his underwear peeking out as his heavy belly rested on top of it. He bit his lip and gave his swollen middle a slow, sensual rub, feeling every contour of Ethan’s curled-up body pressing against his stomach walls.

“You’re so fucking heavy, bro,” Jake murmured, voice husky. “I can feel you… all curled up tight in my gut, getting churned up. That desperate little squirming is making me so goddamn horny.” He reached down with one hand and lazily stroked the thick outline of his erection through the fabric, while the other continued massaging his massive belly. “Every time you push out like that, it squeezes right against my prostate. Shit… keep struggling. I want to feel you melt.”

He slapped the side of his gut firmly, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. The cross necklace dangling between his pecs bounced with the motion. Jake let out a low, satisfied moan as another wave of gurgles rippled through his stomach, the acids already working overtime on his roommate.

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan. Now you’re just a thick load of roommate slop turning into my gut fat.” Jake smirked at his reflection, turning slightly to admire how low and heavy his belly hung, the navel stretched wide. “By morning this is all gonna soften up… gonna have a nice, jiggly beer belly hanging over my waistband. Maybe I’ll wear your clothes while I digest the rest of you. Let everyone think you just moved out.”

He pressed both hands deep into the sides of his stuffed gut and squeezed, feeling Ethan compress tighter inside. His cock throbbed hard, leaking precum into his underwear as the pleasurable pressure made his knees weak.

“Mmm… get comfortable in there, roomie. My stomach’s not letting you out until you’re nothing but nutrients and a fat fucking load in my balls.” Jake gave his belly one last loving, possessive pat, then slowly rubbed circles over the warm, churning dome.

“Sweet dreams, Ethan. You belong to me now.”

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A day later, Jake was sprawled on the couch, his now softer, rounder gut resting heavily in his lap as he lazily stroked it. The gurgling had mostly settled into deep, wet churning. He smirked and gave the sagging paunch a firm pat.

The bass throbbed through the packed Vegas nightclub while neon lasers cut across the crowd. Jake stood confidently in the middle of it all, shirtless, neon yellow cap tilted back, with one arm slung around his buddy Marcus’s shoulders. His other hand rested proudly on his massive, round belly that stuck out between them.

Curled up safely inside that heavy, swollen gut was their shy, introverted friend Noah.

Noah had desperately tried to avoid coming to the party. He hated loud crowds, hated small talk, and hated the overwhelming energy of clubs. But Jake and Marcus wouldn’t take no for an answer. So Jake had offered his own unique compromise — swallowing Noah whole back at the hotel.

Now, hours later, Noah was experiencing the wildest night of his life… from the inside.

The stomach around him was warm, humid, and surprisingly gentle. The thick protective fluids kept him completely safe, while the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the walls massaged him on all sides. Even with the loud bass vibrating through Jake’s body, being tucked away in here felt strangely comforting. Like being wrapped in a living, breathing weighted blanket that belonged to his best friend.

Jake rubbed slow circles over his bloated gut and leaned down slightly.

“You still alive in there, Noah?” he asked with a smirk, loud enough for the prey to hear.

Noah shifted slightly, his voice muffled and embarrassed.

“…This is still humiliating,” he muttered. “But… it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

Marcus laughed and gave Jake’s heavy belly a playful slap, making it wobble.

“Aw, listen to him. He’s actually starting to enjoy it.”

Jake grinned and gently pressed on the bulge where Noah’s back was pressing out.

“See? I told you. Safe, warm, and you don’t have to deal with any of the people or noise directly. Just relax and let me carry you through the night.”

Noah sighed, curling up tighter inside the gently churning stomach. Even though he was still mortified that his friends were parading his temporary home around the club, the constant warmth, the protective embrace, and the knowledge that Jake would never let anything happen to him made it… weirdly comforting.

Every now and then he’d push out with a hand or foot just to remind them he was still there, earning laughs and belly rubs from both Jake and Marcus.

“You’re staying in there until the club closes,” Jake said casually, patting his gut. “Maybe even until tomorrow morning if I’m feeling lazy.”

Noah didn’t argue this time. Deep down, a small part of him didn’t completely hate the idea.

Surrounded by the muffled thump of music, the steady heartbeat of his friend, and the gentle massaging walls, Noah closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax inside the safe, living confines of Jake’s stomach.

I’ve watched my pred roommate swallow a guy plenty of times now. Whether it was grabbing some poor chump of the street when he was starving, or single-minded prey coming over to willingly offer themselves as a snack, I was always slightly curious about what they must be thinking when they’re sliding down his throat. He gave a very expected response when I admitted this to him, excited to help me learn what it was like.

“You know, if you wanna know how it feels, I could gulp you down and let you out later?” I wasn’t too keen on how he suspiciously licked his lips, but I still agreed to go through with it. My roommate brought me to the sofa and sat me atop his lap, taking hold of my wrists to drag my hands into his mouth. At first he kept his throat muscles nice and relaxed, my arms slowly being encased in his soft, slick flesh as he pulled them past his lips. I was looking forward to being swallowed fully, assuming it was going to be this sensual the whole way down.

But when his instinctual hunger kicked in and he took his first proper gulp, I realised that wouldn’t be the case. The grip of his gullet tightened and my upper body was suddenly plunged into the dark tunnel, much deeper than I was ready for. Every gulp caused an intense, crushing ache as my body was sucked deeper, followed by a moment of brief respite before the next, where I could feel his saliva and beads of my sweat trickling down me.

After most of me had been packed tightly into his gut, I twitched and moaned at the striking sensation of his tongue running across the soles of my feet. Maybe he’d been tasting me the whole time and I was too distracted by the pain of being swallowed, but it was much more noticeable when he was savouring such a sensitive part of me. After having enough fun, he gulped one last time and sealed me inside the steamy chamber of his stomach. He rubbed his full, swollen belly while teasing me about how tasty I was.

“Mmm… well that was enjoyable for me, how are you finding it so far?” I had wished for a more pleasurable experience, but my body was still in mild pain from being squeezed by his internal muscles. There also wasn’t much chance to rest in his stomach, as its hot, slimy walls pulsated against me from every angle. I thumped my fist against the inside of his gut and asked to be let out, but he just laughed and shook his belly up and down a few times. “Aww come on, you wanted to know exactly what my prey feels, right? Digestion is part of that, and I don’t want you to miss out!”