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I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I kept an eye on him all night waiting for my chance. I decided the best chance I had was when I saw him follow some dude to the bathroom, no doubt to get his own meal. Trying to eat a pred is one thing, we tend to be pretty big in at least some sense, be it height, muscle, or fat, but to try to swallow a pred while he’s got another guy in his stomach, while in a public place without bringing attention to yourself or getting eaten is a completely other ballpark.

My only advantages were the element of surprise, and knowing what it feels like when you just finish swallowing someone in a hurry. He’s gonna be distracted by his resisting prey, off balance by his new size, and hopefully exhausted to some degree. I waited outside the bathroom and listened close. I heard a struggle and a quickly muffled call for help. Then the all too familiar sounds of slowly swallowing your prize. Sounded like he was savoring his meal, it felt like forever outside that door. Even I was salivating just thinking about how good that former jock must taste to wanna take this long and risk someone walking in to see, but I had to keep focused and I waited. I heard the final strained gulp and the sigh of releaf to have the last of your meal sliding down your throat and freeing your mouth up for seconds. That’s when I made my move.

I practically charged in and slammed myself against his back. He was still swallowing and his shirt was riding on his stomach that was now spilling into the sink. I wrapped my arms around him to keep his pinned at his sides and took his head in my mouth with the most gluttonous swallow I could manage. Speed was my only ally here because if he had any opening to break free I knew I’d become seconds in a heartbeat. Luckally for me he was enjoying his meal too much to be prepared for someone to make a meal out of him, and that was his downfall.

I had to work fast, but once I had him to the elbow down my throat and he couldn’t resist as easily, I backed us up into the handicapped stall so I can take my time to stretch my mouth around his still full and writhing stomach. I think I was in that stall for about two hours. I heard guys come and go, and I know they heard me swallowing him. Every moment inching him further into my throat and inching my stomach out further until I finally had him down. I had a stuffed pred packed away in my stomach and I’ve never felt so full. I stuck around in the stall until I felt I was able to make it up and head back to my place.

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I stood in the dressing room, door locked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror while I flexed. The black tank top was stretched tight over my chest and shoulders, and my gut was already looking a little soft and full from the heavy lunch I’d had earlier. I smirked, lifting the hem of the tank with one hand and snapping a quick mirror pic with the other.

That’s when I heard it — the soft rustle of a curtain in the next stall over. Some scrawny little guy, probably college-aged, was trying on clothes. I’d seen him when I walked in. Skinny. Shy. Easy prey.

My stomach gave a loud, hungry grrrrrrrgle.

Fuck it. I was still hungry.

I stepped out of my stall quietly, pushed his curtain aside without knocking, and there he was — standing in just a pair of gym shorts, holding a shirt like a deer caught in headlights.

Before he could even speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved his face straight into my open mouth.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was pure bliss. His head popped past my lips and slid straight down my throat in one smooth motion. The stretch felt incredible. I groaned deeply around him as my tongue lapped over his shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Mmmph—?!” His muffled cry vibrated nicely down my gullet.

I didn’t waste time. I tilted my head back, braced one foot on the little bench in the stall, and swallowed hard again. GLUCK-GLUUURK. His narrow shoulders and chest disappeared between my lips. I could feel my throat bulging out heavily as I worked him down, my tank top riding up even higher over the growing swell of my belly.

“Fuck… you taste good,” I growled around his squirming body, my voice thick and wet. “Skinny little dressing room bitch. Perfect post-workout snack.”

I gripped his waist with both hands and lifted him off the ground, letting gravity help me. Another powerful swallow dragged his hips into my mouth. His legs kicked wildly outside, sneakers banging against the mirror as I gulped him deeper. SCHLORP… GLRRRK…

My gut was swelling fast now, pushing outward and rounding into a heavy, hairy dome that forced my tank top to ride all the way up to my chest. I rubbed it proudly with one hand while the other kept shoving more of him inside me. His ass slid over my tongue, then his thighs, and finally those kicking calves.

One last, long, wet GLLLUUUUURK and his feet disappeared between my lips. I traced the final bulge traveling down my throat with my fingers until it merged into my massively bloated stomach.

I staggered back against the dressing room wall, breathing hard, both hands cradling the huge, squirming gut hanging off my front. The guy was thrashing like crazy inside me, making my belly distort and shift in wild bulges.

“Settle the fuck down in there,” I chuckled, giving my gut a firm slap. It wobbled heavily, sloshing already. “You’re mine now. Just locker room meat.”

I turned back toward the mirror, still holding my phone. The sight made me grin — big, muscular, bearded guy with a black tank top pulled up high over a massive, round, gurgling belly that was clearly full of a whole person. I snapped another selfie, this one showing off my new gut in all its glory.

“Damn… you look way better on me than those clothes ever would’ve.”

I gave my belly a slow rub, feeling him slowly curl up tighter as my stomach acids started rising. The gurgles were getting louder, wetter. I could already tell he wasn’t going to last long.

I casually pulled my tank top back down as much as it would go (which wasn’t much) and adjusted my pants. My gut still stuck out obviously, but I didn’t care. Let people stare. They’d just assume I had a food baby from a big cheat meal.

I smirked at my reflection one last time, patted the heavy, churning dome, and let out a deep, satisfied belch that echoed in the small dressing room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, kid.”

Ethan sat shirtless in his gaming chair, the soft glow of his laptop screen lighting up his toned chest and the slight curve of his belly. He was supposed to be studying for finals, but his focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.

His roommate, Liam, had made the mistake of coming into his room complaining about how loud Ethan’s music was while he was “trying to focus.”

Now Liam was halfway down Ethan’s throat.

GLUUURK.

Ethan’s eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen as he swallowed again, one hand casually resting on his swelling stomach while the other scrolled through his notes. Liam’s head and shoulders had already disappeared, creating a thick, moving bulge in Ethan’s neck that smoothly traveled downward.

“Mmmph—!?” Liam’s muffled protests vibrated pleasantly through Ethan’s chest.

“Bro, chill out,” Ethan muttered, voice slightly muffled around the meal in his mouth. “You’re the one who came in here bitching. Might as well make yourself useful.”

He tilted his head back slightly and gulped hard. GLUCK-GLRRRP. Liam’s torso slid deeper, stretching Ethan’s throat wide before dropping heavily into his stomach. Ethan’s belly surged outward, rounding nicely as more of his roommate packed inside. The laptop rested comfortably on top of the growing gut as it expanded.

Ethan let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his swelling stomach in slow circles while Liam kicked and squirmed inside. The clear outlines of elbows and knees pushed outward against the smooth skin of his belly before being pressed back down by powerful stomach muscles.

“Fuck… you’re actually pretty filling,” Ethan murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He gave his belly a firm pat, making it wobble. “Keep struggling like that. Feels kinda nice while I study.”

His stomach gurgled loudly as it worked on claiming its meal. Ethan adjusted the laptop slightly higher on his rounded gut and continued typing, occasionally pausing to rub or slap the heavy, squirming orb in his lap.

Liam’s struggles were getting weaker by the minute. The acids were rising fast, turning the once-annoying roommate into nothing more than extra padding and nutrients.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand gently cradling the underside of his full, gurgling belly. He let out a long, deep belch that echoed in the quiet room.

“Buuuuuurp… Thanks for the protein, dude. Way better than energy drinks.”

He glanced down at his noticeably larger stomach with a satisfied smirk, gave it one last affectionate rub, and went back to studying like nothing had happened.

By the time he finished his assignment, Liam would be long gone — just a soft, jiggly addition to Ethan’s physique and some extra gas he’d have to deal with later.

I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.

I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.

The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.

The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.

My roommate was really pissing me off with how he was keeping me from getting any sleep. He refused to turn the lights off until he was done staring at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out if he’d put on weight recently. I figured it was pretty obvious, particularly because of the way his once slightly snug t-shirt was now impossible to pull down over his round, pudgy belly. I kept quiet for a while, but eventually I got mad enough to tell the ‘fat fuck’ to go to sleep, which he didn’t take kindly to being called.

“Oh, so that’s what you think of me huh? Fine, lights out for the little bitch then.” He suddenly threw the covers off me and grabbed hold of my ankles, lifting me feet up to his face where his jaws stretched open until they were gaping wider than I’d ever seen before. I tried to tell him to stop whatever he was doing, but the words came forced through the uncontrollable laughter caused by the ticklish sensation of his tongue, which played with my soles as he coated them with saliva. He swallowed my legs with two powerful gulps, going from my knees to my waist in just a few seconds.

Having trapped me enough to be sure there was no way I could escape, he began to take his time swallowing the rest of me. As his tongue slithered around my navel, my fear grew as I was confident that this wasn’t just a punishment for insulting him, rather he was committed to tasting and consuming me. I realised this mustn’t have been the first time he’d eaten another man, likely the cause of his recent weight gain.

I tried to prise his lips open with my hands, but that only gave him an opportunity to take another big gulp, sealing my upper body in his slick, warm throat with my arms pinned to my sides. With just my head protruding from his greedy mouth, he slowly curled his wet tongue around my face and dragged the last of me down into his tank. Sure enough, I’d been granted the darkness that I demanded from him, but not in the way that I expected.

My roommate laughed as he felt my fists lightly thumping against his stomach walls, unable to do much more with my movements heavily restricted inside the uncomfortably tight space. “Hey, I gave you what you wanted. I guess this ‘fat fuck’ is gonna have to keep you in his gut until you fall asleep, it’s only fair!”

One of my chubbier mates had decided to take advantage his size and try to win some money at a hot dog eating contest. The event was taking place in just a couple of weeks, so he made a plan to prepare his body for the task that required my help. He wanted to expand his stomach as much as possible to increase its capacity, so every day he swallowed me whole and asked me to squirm around as much as I could. Hopefully if I could stretch out the walls of his tank while I was in there, it would have a lasting effect.

I surprisingly didn’t mind having to go through with this so many times. The process of being swallowed felt like I was getting a full body massage from his throat, and the warmth inside his body was oddly soothing. The only thing I felt awkward about was his constant moaning while I squirmed and pressed into his soft, stomach walls. I couldn’t tell if it was from the strain I was putting on his internal organs, or whether he was secretly getting off from the sensation.

The goal was to be able to eat 100 hot dogs, and with just a few days left we managed to get his limit up to 98. I knew the next session would likely be our last, but what I wasn’t expecting was his refusal to release me after coercing one final belly massage out of me.

“Sorry man, but I want everyone to think this was all natural talent. Can’t have anyone finding out about you’ve been helping me train. Now let’s see how much more food I can fit in here with you!”