All About That Ex-jock Life

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.

(ID: ???)

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.

(ID: CMBigDog)

Walter stretched as he woke up, his tired body giving some small cracks and pops. He yawned, long and low, smacking his dry lips.

Groaning, he pushed himself from his mattress, slowly adjusting to being awake. He paused when he heard the familiar sound of sloshing coming from his midsection.

He quickly looked down at his gut, confused. Then...

"Oh, right."

The day before, Walter had worked as a mall Santa for his local mall. The work was harder than he had expected; He had a 12-hour shift , with only a 30 minute break, and because it was Christmas Eve, the place was packed! He had a constant line of little kids wanting to take photos with him.

At one point, a young man came up to him. He introduced himself as Alex, and said that he wanted to fuck Santa for Christmas. Well, Walter was hungry, and the boy looked tasty. So, Walter took him up on the offer.

They met in the staff room on his break, locking the door behind them so no one could catch them in the illicit act.

After a makeout session and a blowjob, Walter was starving. He grabbed Alex, wrapping him in a bear hug, and devoured him hungrily. The smooth, skinny guy slid inside him easily, expanding his belly hugely. As he finished swallowing the boy, he belched loudly, patting his gut.

"Struggle all you want, boy. No one will find you in there." He slapped his belly as Alex did his best to fight back. The gut was tight, however, and resisted his every move. He was packed in too tight.

"If it makes you feel any better, feeding Santa is better than fucking Santa. You're like my milk and cookies." Walter chuckled at his own joke. Since his break was almost over, he quickly put back on his costume and got back to work.

Work went by quicker, now-- He was in a much better mood, now that he had the nice pressure on his prostate, and he wasn't as tired, between the blowjob and his meal. Yep, Alex would keep him full and happy for the rest of the day.

For the rest of his shift, Walter belched, churned and groaned, enjoying the slow digestion of his prey. He wasn't certain really when his meal expired and started to really digest, but after a couple hours passed, a little boy poked his belly, laughing at how it sloshed and jiggled. His gut stayed active well through the end of his shift.

Not too long after getting home, he was fast asleep in his bed, a satisfied smile on his face.

The next morning, Walter admired himself in the mirror, pleased with his new size. He couldn't help but explore the new mass, giving some pats to test his new jiggle. It was likely he had gained about 15 pounds, most of that weight going to his belly and chest.

He lifted his gut and dropped it, enjoying how its content sloshed when he did. A small burp passed his lips, and he was greeted again with the musky, but slightly sweet taste of Alex.

"Well, kid, I'm glad you could spend the holidays with me." He laughed, and slapped his gut. It was nice to have another live meal; It had been a while. Definitely his favorite Christmas gift.

He paused for a moment, thinking.

Don't you dare to complain. I didn't have to eat you, if your protein shakes weren't absolute trash. Two hours later and I'm still gassy because of them...

Consume, grow, repeat.

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.