Interior Motive
By: JohnBoy
[Inspired by the Big Gulp classic "Say Uncle" by Wyatturp]
One
It was originally Angelo's idea, how I came to be where I am now. Though I can't
deny that somehow a part of me has dreamed of this all long...
I arrived at his doorstep on time for the Friday Night Feeding, eager and excited as
always. Every week he seemed to amaze me anew; he always managed to push
past what we both thought were his limits, and it was incredible to watch.
When he answered my knock there was a wide grin on his face, and some crumbs
stuck in his bushy moustache. And the first thing out of his mouth was a gutteral,
beery belch. Angelo was shirtless; I could see the upper part of his hairy gut was
already starting to bulge. He'd started without me, and I was somewhat disappointed.
But he assured me with a low chuckle that I would be astounded by his gastronomic
excesses that night, as I always was.
I entered his home and the huge guy gave me a crushing bear hug, sending me a
waft of his sweaty, musky man-scent. I could feel his bloated belly pressed against
me, firm and round -- obviously, he'd begun his feeding some time ago.
"How much have you eaten so far?" I asked him.
With a toothy smile he responded, "Thirty-three pounds and counting." Of course I
knew that was nothing for him...
Angelo is an enormous man, standing just over 7 feet tall, and even on an empty
stomach he weighs about 385 pounds -- a good deal of it is muscle. By contrast, I
seem tiny: barely 5-foot-2, and slighty over 120 pounds. I love the difference in our
sizes; so does he.
Pushing his baseball cap back with a large thumb, Angelo brought up another hearty
belch and looked down at himself, rubbing a big, hairy hand over his paunch.
"It's really hungry tonight, Jake," he said.
I had to touch it too of course, running my fingers through the mass of coarse, dark
fur that covered his thick abdomen... then I probed into his deep bellybutton a little
bit, fascinated by it.
"Careful you don't fall in, boy." He laughed.
Angelo is ruggedly handsome, though a bit weathered-looking and starting to grey
(he just turned 51; almost twice my age). His favourite hobby in the whole world is
eating, and he's damned good at it too. As you can imagine, he was delighted to have
found a guy like me, an "encourager", who loved to see him eat.
I enjoyed feeding him, helping the big Italian bear gorge and gorge, forcing food into
his mouth until his full stomach stuck out like a massive, hairy ball and he lay on the
couch like a beached whale, moaning with sated pleasure while I poked and prodded
his gut in amazement. Or sometimes I was merely an observer -- I would watch in
quiet awe as he pigged out, ravenously gobbling and snorting and taking it all in until
he outgrew his XXXL t-shirt and peeled it off his sweaty body, to discard on the floor
among the empty wrappers and containers. Every kind of food and drink would go
down his throat. Angelo didn't care what it was... just so long as it was edible.
Until that night, the most food we'd ever managed to pack into Angelo's gut at one
time had been 112 pounds.... almost as much as I weighed, he had commented with
a wink.
I was about to be blown away by just how much he would surpass that amount.
Angelo was seated in his creaking La-Z-Boy, beer in hand. He'd already had a dozen
or so, judging by the empties. This one disappeared in 3 or 4 noisy gulps, dribbling
foam down his densely stubbled chin. Licking the suds from his thick, black mous-
tache, he brought up another massive belch, loud and wet, lasting for several seconds.
"Uhhh... Jesus," he said with a groan. "What a hog." And I agreed.
Angelo laughed softly. This giant could eat more than anyone I knew. He took pride
in his manly appetite, and what made the experience even more complete for him
was to have a friend who could really appreciate his ability, and help him develop it...
How fortunate we'd found each other.
"What's on the menu?" I asked.
"Everything in the fuckin' house. But... I want you to just watch tonight," he told me.
Of course that was perfectly fine with me. I suppose I would've preferred feeding
him, but little did I know that I'd get the chance to later -- in a way I never would've
guessed.
He instructed that I set up the fold-out tables next to him and stock them with what
was on the kitchen counters and in the fridge. And then he'd do the rest. I got every-
thing in order as he asked, my hands almost shaking with happy excitement even
though I'd seen him do this before many times. I think I sensed somehow that I would
be amazed yet again tonight... moreso than usual. I was not to be disappointed.
After I'd made sure that he had plenty of beer on hand, he began...
Watching Angelo eat is quite a sight. The man does not exactly chew; he just heaves
everything down in huge mouthfuls. It is astonishing, perhaps a bit frightening, to see
the size of some of the food items that he can take in one swallow. And with every
feeding it seems that he is able to take bigger and bigger things...
As I watched, Angelo began stuffing himself: into his hungry maw he crammed two
huge, overloaded sub sandwiches, followed by some sausage links, leftover pizza, a
dozen donuts and a big bowl of cold pasta salad. Pickles, hard-boiled eggs and meat-
balls in sauce were quickly popped down his throat.... chicken drumsticks swallowed
whole, bones and all, then several triple cheeseburgers dripping with fat. Two whole
hams vanished, each taken in a single, ferocious gulp. He washed it all down with a
jug of milk, a couple of bottles of Pepsi... an entire case of beer was emptied into his
gullet, all 24 of them...
It was quite breathtaking to see Angelo wolf down his food like that. He was like
some kind of eating machine, swallowing everything.
I remembered last week how he'd let me feed him a 14-inch-long salami. "Just stuff
it right down," he'd said. He tilted his head back, and I guided the big piece of meat
into his waiting, open mouth, pushing it down his gullet further and further. I actually
got my hand right inside to shove it in, and he'd closed his greasy lips around me, just
past the wrist. He seemed suddenly excited by this, and hungrily gulped at my hand;
I pulled away, a little surprised... and he swallowed the salami down, giving me a
wink.
It had turned me on, though I never really thought seriously about exploring this more.
Now, of course, I know that Angelo had been thinking about it a great deal. And he
wanted me to put more than just my hand in his mouth...
We were almost out of food, but he didn't seem to be slowing down all that much.
His gut was really starting to get huge. I suggested it was time for a weigh-in.
"Yeah," he agreed, sighing as he rubbed his sated, overstuffed belly. He seemed to
be unusually hungry tonight, and I wondered just how far he would go...
Angelo scratched at the thick, blue-black stubble on his jaw, then picked at a few
crumbs that had fallen into the curly salt-and-pepper hair on his beefy chest. A gurg-
ling rumble sounded below... no doubt a colossal belch was in there somewhere,
straining to get out. He smiled contentedly.
I pulled the scale up close to where he sat. With a grunt, Angelo heaved himself
up into a standing position, and almost swayed from the extra mass up front. For a
moment he put a big paw on my shoulder to steady himself and I almost staggered
from his weight. He slapped his gut then, and it sloshed loudly. Angelo chuckled --
he looked down at himself, slowly smoothing his hands over the hairy, bloated mass
of his enormously overfed gut. Then he patted its firmness, feeling the lower curve
of his belly where it hung out pendulously over his belt, straining at the buckle.
"Nice and full, yeah," he muttered. He tested its weight with his hands, seeming
quite pleased with himself.... Damn, it always freaked me out how much he could eat.
And it aroused me, too. Angelo smiled down at me. "Man, I'm --uuurrf-- stuffed."
Jesus, I thought, he's huge; looks like it might be close to a new record. I eagerly
asked him to get on the scale, and he did so. The dial whirred, then levelled at 491
pounds: he had 105 pounds of food and liquid in his belly. A lot, but he'd not yet
reached his previous maximum.
I asked him (hopefully) if he was still hungry, if he thought he could set a new record.
Because for some reason I was expecting to see something really impressive that
night. I could sense it. He put a big, meaty hand on my shoulder again and squeezed,
and with a very wide grin he assured me that he had room for plenty more. There
was a kind of twinkle in his eye -- I did not know yet what he was planning.
Angelo sat down heavily again. A quick bark of a belch shot out, and he breathed
an "Ooof!"
I got close to him, kneeled down, put my ear against his gut. I could feel and hear
the unbelievably huge meal settling inside him.
He called out my name then, and I looked up at him past the curve of his stomach...
There was a curious look on his face. "I got an idea," he said. "It's something I been
thinkin' about for awhile, but I... I was never really sure if I could do it. Now I think
I can, though."
I waited breathlessly, wondering what it could possibly be. Though I think somewhere
in the back of my mind, I knew what he was about to propose.
Two
Angelo wanted to eat me. It had always been his ultimate fantasy, to swallow a man
whole. But he explained that it was no longer something he could just dream about
doing; he thought that his stomach capacity (and gullet diameter) had increased to
such a point where he could probably do it for real, at least with a small man like me.
And he wanted to try.
He told me that ever since the day he'd met me, he'd fantasized about what it would
be like to gobble me up -- I was just so small and cute and, well, damned tasty-looking.
And tonight, Angelo was hungrier than he'd ever been.... the thought of having me
inside his belly right there and then suddenly seemed just so right to him. It was
irresistible, he said.
And he wanted to know what I thought of his plan.
I was speechless at first. It was an incredible, utterly erotic idea, unbelievable as
it was -- and yet I could see what kind of an appetite Angelo had. Was it actually
possible?? The concept was a bit frightening, but also the greatest eating feat I could
imagine, and I realized that I was curious to see if he could actually do it. Yeah... in
fact the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.
Then, while I considered, almost as a kind of demonstration, Angelo stuffed an 8-
pound roast into his gullet and gulped it down. He grinned at me as I watched the lump
sliding down through his thick neck and into his chest. Then I heard it plop down into
his beer-filled gut. I thought of myself sliding down that throat, and became strangely
excited at the thought of it.
Smacking his lips, Angelo stepped closer and looked down at me, and I gazed way
up at him in awe, from beneath the growing bulge of his belly. I always loved how
he towered over me.... Christ, even on an empty stomach the man is more than 3
times my weight!
Angelo moved closer still and put his strong hands on my shoulders, gripping me,
and there was a deep rumbling from below. I could hear a huge bubble began to
rise.... he opened his mouth and slowly brought his face down lower, closer to mine,
as the straining groan urged its way up. But then at the last second he straightened
and aimed his mouth away from me -- suddenly his big stomach, which was pressed
against my chest, shook and deflated as a rush of gas abruptly vented from his throat
in an explosive, throaty, window-rattling ROAR, spraying out a damp, beery mist
over my head.
"Aaahhhhh... fuck..." Angelo sighed deeply, clearly taking immense pleasure in the
relief offered by the massive belch. "That was a good one, eh?" He smiled broadly at
me, and winked. The big guy knew I loved to hear him burp; sometimes he would
even do it right in my face, but this one had obviously been much too violent for direct
exposure.
"So how about it, son?" he asked again, hopefully.
"But... you've already eaten so much," I commented, still full of disbelief. "How
could I possibly fit in there?"
Angelo seemed to be stifling another burp as he sized me up. "We're just about outta
food," he said, "and I'm still hungry. Damn hungry. Tonight is special, man, I can feel
it. I dunno when I'll be this hungry again. Come on, how 'bout it, Jake? Let's go for it
now, while I'm sure I can do it..."
The look of wonder on my face must've made him see that there was a real possibility
I might actually agree to it, and he smiled. His wish might come true today, and I could
tell how much he wanted it. I slowly began to realize that some part of me must've
always wanted this too. Why else was I so fascinated by his belly?
Trying to mask his eagerness, Angelo pressed the idea while the mood was in the air.
He told me how nice I'd make him feel, and how nice it would be for me as well --
how warm and safe and protected I would feel inside him. He would take good care
of me, he promised. Angelo was sweet-talking me in that smooth, baritone voice that
always melts me away. He knows it does. He could talk me into almost anything, just
by the sound of that sexy voice.
To show me that his throat could handle me, he opened wide and proceeded to gulp
a large watermelon. I gasped, startled at the ease with which he seemed to have done
it. I'd never seen him take anything that large before. But he was just grinning at me,
that glint still in his eye...
I considered it, as he eyed me up and down hungrily. I was curious, but also unsure
and even a little scared. Angelo's anxiousness to eat me was both unnerving and
exciting.
He continued trying to lure me in: a thick coil of kielbasa more than two feet long
slipped easily down his gullet, as a demonstration of how smooth and painless my
ride would be. Jesus, I thought, how could he still be hungry? How could there be
any more room in that enormously overfed stomach??
Then Angelo puffed out his huge, hairy chest and attempted to suck in his bloated
belly. "See?" he said, slapping his gut. "I got plenty of room left in here. I'm not even
full.... you'll fit inside, urp, believe me. Yeah, one gulp'll do it."
And then I think I knew that he could really do it, too -- he was that hungry. It was
easy to see now that the man could swallow a little guy like me whole. And I would
surely satisfy his huge appetite like nothing he'd ever eaten before.
So I agreed to it.
He picked me up immediately, saying, "Okay, let's get this done with. I'm starving,
buddy. I can't wait no more."
"Jesus, wait!"
"What is it?"
"Angelo... not yet. I-- I want to weigh you again...."
The kielbasa had been the last of it. He'd really done it this time -- he'd consumed
absolutely everything, and I was anxious to see how much it had been, even dizzy
as I was with the idea of being devoured by him. He must've just eaten his biggest
meal ever... and yet he was still hungry?? Incredible.
He put me down. I asked him to get on the scale, and Angelo sighed patiently. I
could see how much he wanted to devour me, and maybe I was stalling because I
was still nervous about the whole thing. But I knew I would eventually go through
with it. I had to. My mind was just spinning with the thought of it -- I had to see him
do it.
Angelo stepped up: he was now at 509 pounds. I was in complete awe.... I'd never
seen him pass the 500 mark. He had eaten an astonishing 123 pounds of food! Eleven
pounds more than his previous record. And yet he still had room for me?!
I quickly added the figures in my head: that would make the weight of the total
meal 245 (including me), putting him up to just over 630 pounds! I did some more
calculations...
I told him, "Do you realize that if you eat me too, you'll have eaten something like
60% of your own body weight?"
He chuckled. "The numbers don't matter, Jake. All I know is, I'm hungry. And I need
to do it. I need ya inside me. And I think you want it too, don't you? How'd ya like to
be inside this pot?" He slapped his big gut.
"Well... yeah, I would like that. But-"
"Atta boy. So what are we waiting for?" He approached me, a weird desire in
his eyes.
"But Angelo, I need to know something. Are you going to let me back out after,
or...?"
I couldn't read his expression. For awhile he didn't respond, then he smiled and
said, "Yeah. Of course I will. But I'd like to keep you inside, at least for awhile."
I was not completely sure if he was telling me the truth. In fact, I almost suspected
that he wanted to swallow me for good. But it didn't matter, somehow. I knew I would
go through with it anyway, because now that I knew it might be possible I couldn't
think about anything else! And one way or another, I was sure, he would take care of
me. I just wanted to be inside that huge, insatiable bear-belly of his -- and anyway,
even if I did change my mind now, I doubted I could escape. Angelo would overpower
me and consume me, willing or not. I just knew it. I could see it in his eyes.
He smiled at me then, a great, wide smile, and he told me that dessert was always
his favourite part of any meal. Everything else was gone, stuffed into that monstrous
stomach. And now there was only one thing left for him to eat...
Three
So I let him gently strip off my clothes, and he greased me up all over with soft butter,
all the while telling me how cosy I'd be once I was inside him. Still sweet-talking me,
although it wasn't really necessary. I was trembling, excited as hell, and already
starting to get hard.
I could see that Angelo was salivating at the thought of stuffing me down his throat --
we both knew he'd never swallowed anything nearly this big before, but somehow he
was convinced he could do it. I believed he could too. At least, I hoped he could...
my unease had mostly vanished, and I couldn't wait to be inside him.
Angelo sat back and carefully examined me from head to toe, sizing me up again,
preparing himself for the biggest gulp of his life. He suddenly began to heave huge
lungfuls of air directly into his stomach, and I could actually see him blowing up. He
was creating a pocket of air in his belly for me to breathe.
"Oh man, I'm gonna enjoy this," he muttered, licking his lips. He undid his jeans and
belt. He had to make room for the massive expansion of his gut that was about to
occur...
"Angelo," I said, my voice almost cracking, "I want to check something. I want to
feel in your throat to see how it is. Can you... can you open up?"
He nodded and stretched his mouth wide. I hesitated briefly, then put my hand in.
I pushed and slid my forearm right into his gullet, watching in wide-eyed amazement
as it went down easily. It felt warm and very slick in there. Angelo's gaze was fixed
on me.
I continued to thrust my arm down, and next thing I knew, I was in to the shoulder.
"Jeez," I mumbled. My whole arm was actually inside him! Then I could see the
undisguised greed in Angelo's eyes, and I felt his hand on my hip, starting to pull me
closer to him. There was a slorping sound as he began to gulp at my arm. I withdrew
quickly and took a step back. Suddenly I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready for this,
much as I wanted it...
Angelo was grinning at me. "See? Nuthin' to it. Smooth as silk, lickety-split. Don't
you worry about it, you'll fit down there."
And then he looked deeply into my eyes again. He was ready... not saying anything
now, just waiting for me to come to him. I guess it was his way of proving that this
was consensual; he wasn't forcing me to do anything. He was waiting for me to come
to him. But he knew full well the power he had over me; how could I resist? There
was nothing left to say, no way to delay the inevitable. So I went to him...
I wanted to kiss him. Maybe I thought it was a goodbye kiss? I'd only kissed Angelo
on the lips once or twice before; our relationship was not exactly sexual in the usual
sense.
I leaned against his firm, protuberant gut and slowly brought my face close to his.
He smiled softly, put a hand gently on the back of my head, pulled me closer, and
planted a hot, moist, aromatic kiss on my lips. Then I felt his big hands moving down
my sides...
Angelo gripped me firmly by the waist. He was grinning hugely now. With a slight
grunt, he easily hoisted me up high into the air, over his face. I think I made a small
sound of surprise. Angelo steadied me and licked his lips again.... I rested my hands
on his brawny shoulders, and watched as he tilted his head way back and closed his
eyes. His lips parted slightly.
Shit, I almost couldn't believe he was actually gonna go ahead with this! And I also
couldn't believe how easy it had been for him to persuade me. It never really crossed
my mind that this might be a dangerous thing. Possibly for him as well. I mean, just
how much could a man's stomach stretch? Or what if he choked on me, or some-
thing? I could get stuck in his throat and we'd both suffocate.
But I didn't care. He wanted it, and clearly so did I. The big man eating the little
man; it was just so right somehow... at least, for us it was. I belonged in his belly.
Besides, even if I changed my mind now I was obviously going in anyway. I'd seen
the intense hunger in his expression -- I knew there was no way he'd even consider
stopping now. I was going down the hatch, no question.
Angelo tilted me downwards, and his big face got closer and closer. I could see in
fine detail each white hair embedded in the black moustache... He stretched his
furry, stubbled mouth wide, wider still... wider than I'd ever seen him open it before,
and I almost gasped. It was a deep cavern, and I could see well past the back teeth,
down into the glistening pink walls of his huge, slimy gullet. It was expanding, opening
up for me. A warm, beery smell washed over my face. This was it; he was going
to take me.
He took a deep breath, and so did I.... And then he began.
I was pushed in head-first, and almost immediately Angelo began grunting and moan-
ing with delicious pleasure, straining his mouth open even more. His eager lips stretch-
ed rapidly over the top of my head, covering my eyes, my nose... I was engulfed in
darkness and hot saliva. I could feel his teeth scraping a bit along the back of my head,
and feel his wide tongue mashed flat against my face. My ears were soon covered,
and all I could hear were loud yet muffled, thick, wet, gulping sounds.
I sensed that despite Angelo's voracious desire to get me inside, he was trying hard
not to go too fast; after all, he wanted to enjoy every swallow, every bit of me. But
his hunger was strong and difficult to control.
His lips were a ring around my neck now. He gaped wider again -- glorp -- and
scrunched my shoulders together, pushing them in. As I was steadily ingested, I
squirmed inside as his bushy, coarse moustache brushed against my sensitive skin,
tickling me. I thought I could feel Angelo try to smile. He continued to push me in
greedily, gulping hugely, and I felt my head being forced down his welcoming
throat, my face sliding against the slick, velvety walls. I was only slightly anxious;
I knew I could hold my breath a pretty long time.
He took me in further still, engulfing my chest and upper arms. I could no longer
hold onto his shoulders. His tunnel-like gullet was sucking me down, and it was so
soft and smooth and warm and slippery...
Holy crap, I thought, he's really doing it! Fantastic!!
But I admit, wonderful as it was, there was some slight discomfort. And it was
more than a little scary too. I could feel the esophageal walls all around me squeezing,
undulating: it was peristalsis, working hard to get me down. Jeez, the guy was actually
eating me alive! The pressure against my body was increasing, and it was becoming
more difficult to keep from exhaling my precious lungful of air. I was clearly a lot of
meat for Angelo to swallow in one go, and he was pushing down quite forcefully on
my body, trying to cram me in. Was I going to get stuck??
But the throat continued to expand, eagerly accommodating my mass, and somehow
I was swallowed further. I began to feel some claustrophobia then, but it was not
unbearable.
Angelo's mouth was now around my waist -- I could feel his hungry jaws working
and gulping and slurping at me to get me inside. Damned impressive, I thought. My
arms were pinned at my sides and he had a firm, strong grip on both my legs at the
knees. He really had me now. I couldn't have struggled to get free even if I wanted
to. There was no turning back... nothing on earth would stop him from swallowing
me up completely...
I belonged to Angelo.
As he took in my hips and ass, I could feel the crown of my head being forced
through the valve to his stomach. It widened to accept me, and as my torso continued
sliding through his body, my descent began to speed up a bit. The widest parts of me
were all inside, and Angelo could push me down more effectively (aided by gravity
now as well).
I wondered if he could feel my growing erection poking against the wall of his
esophagus?
My face was in the blackness of his stomach, and I could feel the air pressure
against my ears. I had an opportunity to take a quick breath at the air pocket near
the fundus, and I did so. The scent of all that food and beer was almost overpower-
ing. Then I began to enter the quagmire below, and clenched my eyes and mouth
shut. This was the most unpleasant part, feeling myself engulfed in that hot, lumpy
soup of all that he'd eaten before. I was forced down through it...
I knew Angelo must be aching for a breath himself; he seemed to be trying to finish
me off as quickly as possible now. He had secure hold of me around my ankles,
forcing me in fast. He was gulping at me noisily, almost frantically. I could feel my
thighs sliding past his lips, then the knees, the calves... I was inverted inside his
huge torso, my feet pointed up towards the ceiling.
I felt my head pressing against the rubbery bottom of his swollen stomach, and I
began to curl as he continued to push me in. His hands were on the soles of my feet
now, jamming me down. My nose prickled at the beery liquid -- I wasn't sure how
much more of this I could take. But I didn't struggle. I wanted him to know I was
okay.
It was nearly done. He's actually gonna do it, I thought with wild excitement. My
cock was stiffening more, and I knew I was oozing precum. As he continued to
swallow, I was sliding around, turning, my head and shoulders starting to curl upwards
against the stomach wall. I felt Angelo's lips close behind the tips of my toes.
My God -- I was all the way inside! Completely within a man!!
Angelo paused, holding me there like that for a few moments. Was he suddenly
having a doubt? No, I thought, more likely he was just savouring the sensation of
having me within his gullet before that last, final gulp that would finish me off.
I felt waves of nearly orgasmic anticipation at the thought that I would soon be
swallowed completely down into the giant's belly. I waited...
And then it came: a deep, straining grunt, followed by a massive contraction moving
down the entire length of his throat, squeezing me further in. Down I went. I actually
heard a kind of groan all around me as the already over-packed stomach stetched
monstrously and somehow found room for the rest of me. My upper body rolled up-
wards, my face broke the surface, and I gasped at the pungent air again. I was being
folded, somewhat uncomfortably.... I felt my legs and feet being forced all the way
in, the cardiac sphincter squeezing them down and closing tight behind them -- I
attempted to fold my limbs up in front of me as best I could, as I was forced to curl
into a tight ball.
It was over. He'd done it. I was inside... completely inside Angelo's belly!
Four
I heard and felt Angelo heave in a breath of air, then gust it out in a huge, deep,
supremely satisfied "Guh-AAAAAAaaahhwr!!"
I was rock-hard, ecstatic at the idea of having been swallowed down whole by the
huge guy and sitting there in his well-fed gut. How the hell could a man eat so much?
More than double the weight of what he'd ever eaten before was inside his stomach
right now. It was stunning.
I felt a burning load in my balls, growing, building up, seeking relief... imminent
pressure, almost on the verge of exploding.... No, not yet; I wanted to wait... but it
was no use, I was just so incredibly aroused. I gasped and moaned as spurt after
glorious spurt shot out of me, to mix with the soup already inside Angelo's stomach.
I think I very nearly lost consciousness.
Oh man, I thought, breathing in the rank air deeply, That was fantastic!! The best
damned orgasm I ever had.
Once I'd recovered, I looked around me -- of course it was pitch black in there.
But everywhere I could hear sounds: gurgling & bubbling; muffled, straining groans;
the fizzing of beer; the slow thudding of Angelo's heart; the rush of blood through
vessels; and my own heavy breathing.
It was cramped, but comfortable. I felt very warm, snug and secure. The increased
air pressure was only slightly bothersome. The bottom of his stomach, upon which
I was sitting, felt quite soft against my naked ass, and effervescence tickled my skin
all over. The smell was almost overpowering.
I managed to free a hand and reach up, and I felt the curved wall above. The sac
I was in was stretched very taut and smooth, and the mucus lining was quite slippery.
I could also feel the puckered sphincter, closed very tight to keep everything in. I
could sense all the various food items in here with me: what felt like the watermelon
was pressed up against my left side, and the kielbasa coil was looped around one
thigh.
I thought I fit quite nicely in here. Angelo was right: he did have room for me after
all. Then I wondered how uncomfortable he might be -- certainly, he must be feeling
unbelievably full right now. I was still amazed. Amazed that I'd fit down his gullet,
and that his gut had actually expanded enough to accept me, even after that monstrous
meal he'd just had. What a greedy pig!
Yeah, he'd really eaten me. In one gulp, just like he'd said he would. I was a whole,
live person inside a man's belly -- the ultimate meal for a big ol' bear like Angelo. His
appetite must've been satisfied by now!?
In a sense, it was almost disappointing. I mean, how could Angelo possibly top this
gastronomic feat?
But it was great. I could already feel my dick getting hard again at the thought of
where I was. This was truly the most incredible experience ever for me. It was
almost surreal... damn, I was really inside another person.
I thought back, remembering a couple of occasions where Angelo had actually told
me that he could swallow me whole if he wanted to. Of course I'd thought he was
just kidding around. How could I have ever imagined that he was really thinking of
doing it? Or that he actually COULD do it??
I could hear Angelo now; it seemed that he was trying to talk to me. But I couldn't
make out the words -- though his baritone sounded quite loud from where I was,
the voice was too muffled and garbled. Still, I sensed the reassuring tone of his words:
he was probably asking me if I was comfortable. And I thought I could detect a note
of sated pleasure. I could just imagine him sitting back in his chair, gorged and fat and
lazy.... his belly must've looked absolutely gigantic. And I'm sure there was a great
big grin on his moustachio'd face, too.
I could feel Angelo patting his belly. I smiled. I was so glad to have helped him
finally satisfy his gluttonous hunger. I shifted, wondering if he could feel me moving
inside him. Then I poked the wall of his stomach, and felt his body quiver gently as
he chuckled. Yes, he could feel me.
I called out, "I guess you must be pretty full now," and he replied to me... but it was
unintelligible. I don't know if he understood me.
Gradually I began to realize that it was becoming slightly more difficult to breathe.
I was using up the small amount of oxygen that was in here with me.
Angelo must've read my mind. The world shook as, without warning, the volume of
air around my head was expelled in a giant, gassy belch, and my ears popped. I felt the
stomach (and its contents) pressing in against my body, contracting, pushing me tighter
into a ball as he deflated. Another massive burp, and nearly all the air was gone. My
face was engulfed in liquid. I was only worried for a second because I knew what
Angelo was doing -- as expected, a moment later he was gulping down more huge
mouthfuls of fresh air, filling his gut back up so that I could breathe. He'd filled him-
self with even more air this time, and I could feel that my shoulders and the tops of
my knees were exposed.
I found the stomach valve again and, out of curiosity, began to wiggle a finger into
the slimy, tight opening. Almost immediately, he swallowed and it clenched even tighter,
pushing my finger back out. So Angelo had felt that, eh? And he wasn't ready to let
me back out yet. Okay, fine with me.
As I crouched there in his 'womb', loving where I was, feeling my cock slowly
engorge again and getting ready for another load, a sudden thought crossed my mind:
What if Angelo really HAD lied? What if, as a part of me had suspected, he intended
to keep me in here so he could digest me?
Maybe that had been his plan all along. Maybe all our Friday Night Feedings had
just been practice, stretching his stomach more and more until he was ready to take
me. Hmmm.... he admitted that he'd thought of gobbling me up ever since we met.
I guess I loved Angelo in a way, but I'd always wondered just how much he cared
about me. Perhaps all this time he'd only thought of me as potential food, and nothing
more...? I'd seen how anxious he was to eat me, how ravenously he'd taken me.
If Angelo did in fact decide to digest me, well... there was little I could do about it.
How could I possibly escape? It wouldn't take him too long to do it, either -- I wasn't
a very big guy after all, and I certainly knew just how fast this man could completely
process a bellyful of food. Sure, he was feeding me air to keep me alive. But maybe
that was only because he enjoyed the sensation of a live person moving around
inside him.
And then another somewhat disturbing thought: Had he ever done this before?
I quickly erased those ideas from my head. No, Angelo wouldn't hurt me; he's a
gentle man. This is just the fulfillment of a fantasy for him, and at some point he will
realize that he must let me out.
But for now... I was quite happy and content where I was. Yes, this was the
greatest thing I could ever hope to experience.
Maybe it didn't even matter if I never got out.
Angelo was moving, sitting forward. I heard a heavy grunt, and suddenly everything
was slopping and sloshing all over the place, splashing me and causing me to splutter.
I felt the bloated sac I was inside rocking back and forth, and then I was bobbing,
rising.... Jeez, the man was actually standing up! How could he possibly stand with
nearly 250 pounds of food in his gut??
Now he was talking to me again and patting his belly, rubbing it. I could actually
hear his rough hands moving slowly over his skin. It seemed he was asking me a
question. I wished I knew what he was saying. I wished that I could tell him how
cosy I was.
The stomach began swaying, bobbing again, though not as violently. It was a pleasant
sensation. Angelo seemed to be lumbering slowly across the room. I could feel each
heavy footstep. Where was he going? I could imagine how he must look, as he
staggered with that unbelievably huge ball-gut up front, leading the way. Maybe there
was a bit of a grimace on his face -- it must've been rather difficult for him to hold in
so much gas that was straining to be belched out; the pressure must've been immense.
Damn, I wished I had asked him to take a few photos of himself while I was inside
him; I wanted to see how big he was.
From the faint sounds outside, and the hissing below, I could guess that Angelo was
in the bathroom, taking a long piss. He ripped out a fart. I guess the weight of his
stomach was putting a lot of pressure on his bladder and such.
A couple of mighty, whooshing belches, and he refreshed my air supply once more...
but this time he over-inflated himself a bit too much. I could hear his stomach groaning
around me as it attempted to stretch beyond its limits, and the air pressure against my
ears was considerable. Angelo moaned in discomfort, and released some of the excess
gas in a beery blast. He chuckled. Then he was walking again.
Something new was starting to happen...
I was aware of a slight undulation moving in waves throughout Angelo's belly,
gradually getting stronger. They were gentle muscular contractions, all around me.
It felt weird.
And that wasn't all -- I was also aware of a very faint stinging sensation wherever
my naked skin was actually in direct contact with the walls of his stomach. Could it
be that he was already starting to release the acids that would begin the digestion
process?
Man, he really could digest me, if he wanted to. I felt almost like I was being
tenderized.... But it was okay. So far, I was not uncomfortable. I could tolerate it.
Angelo was doing something now, but I couldn't figure out what. I tried calling out
to him; there was no response. More movement then, and more muffled sounds from
outside. I was curious as to what he could be up to.
Then above me, I heard him gulping again. No, I thought, he can't be eating MORE,
can he??
A fairly small item popped through the sphincter and splashed next to me. I felt for
it -- it seemed to be a Ziploc bag with a long, cylindrical object inside it. Somehow I
knew right away that it was a flashlight. I opened the bag to get it, and felt that there
was a piece of paper in there too. Hey, had he written me a note? Cool...
Angelo was walking again. I turned on the flashlight and squinted from the sudden
glare. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around in amazement. The curved walls of the
stomach above me were smooth, rugose and extremely shiny. I was a bit surprised
to see that there was a kind of faint mist in the air. Around me was the soup, the
mixture of everything he'd downed tonight. Bubbling, cloudy beer with all kinds of
stuff in it. There was a big meatball floating by my chin, and I could see the roast
poking up next to my right leg. Several eggs bobbed around me.... Hmm, looked
like a whole roasted chicken was in here too; he must've eaten that before I arrived
tonight. I had to admit, it was a little nauseating, but at least most of the chunks
were unchewed.
As I pulled the scrap of paper from the bag, everything suddenly slopped around
again as Angelo eased himself back down into his La-Z-Boy. (I was somewhat
amazed that the chair could take the weight.)
When things settled, I read the note he'd written:
"Jake my freind, I cant tell ya how fantastic this feels
love having you inside there.
Damn you shoud see me, I'm fucking huge!
you sure tasted real good but I have to know
how much longer are you willing to stay?
Id keep ya for ever if I could!!
Pound on me 2 times if you want to get out rite now
or 3 times if you can stay a bit more
I hope you can stay a little longer buddy"
I smiled. I was so glad that I was giving him such pleasure. And I wished there was
some way for me to tell him how much pleasure I was getting, just being inside him.
The acid was a bit of a concern, but so far it wasn't burning me yet or anything. I
loved being inside Angelo's belly, and I wasn't ready to leave just yet. So I slapped
on the wall three times.
Angelo thumped back, three times. He understood.
Five
I thought about how I would describe my experience to him once I was out. I wonder-
ed if he could tell somehow that I'd cum inside him? I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind.
Would this become a regular activity for us? Would he stuff himself each friday night,
a bit more each week, then swallow me for dessert? I would certainly enjoy that. Next
time, I thought, I want him to take me feet-first so I can watch everything. Just the
thought of that got me turned-on again, and I decided to jerk out another load.
Damn. I wished that I didn't have to leave...
Soon after, once he'd refreshed my air yet again, we tipped back a bit and I could tell
that he'd reclined in his chair. I had to re-adjust myself to keep my head up inside the
air pocket. Now I sensed that Angelo was dozing.
What if he sleeps too long? I wondered. What if I run out of air and lose conscious-
ness, and then his stomach juices actually begin to dissolve me. Somehow, the thought
was not all that alarming this time. If it happened, at least I would go knowing that I'd
satisfied him totally, and that I was nourishing his giant body.
And how would HE feel, if he suddenly awoke hours later and realized that he was
already beginning to digest his little buddy, that it was too late to let me out? I hoped
it wouldn't be too hard on him. It was a strange thought, but... I'd want him to finish
me off, to keep my dissolving body inside, and do what he had to. After all, that was
probably what he really wanted, wasn't it? Yeah. Even if he couldn't actually come out
and admit it to himself or to me. He didn't just want to swallow me, he wanted me to
be his food and become a part of him. Somehow it was his way of taking care of me,
completely and finally. It made sense.
He must've known that I accepted the risks when I embarked on this journey. I
would want to believe that he could still enjoy me in my dissolution, and be satisfied
by it. And if it came to that, I would gladly give myself to enrich him.
The air was growing stale, and I felt myself becoming dizzy, sleepy. My breathing
was laboured.... it was becoming quite hot in here, and I was starting to sweat.
Around me, the peristalsis was really getting into gear, and Angelo's belly was
making lots of noise. The stinging of the acid had intensified, thought it was not yet
exactly painful. So was this it? Was he really gonna digest me?
A belch awoke the big bear. He sat up, muttering and sloshing. He was speaking to
me, asking me a question. There was a slight urgency in his voice -- he probably didn't
know how long he'd napped. Maybe he hadn't even intended fall asleep. I tapped to
let him know I was there, and he sighed. Then a series of belches, and my air supply
was replaced again.
Angelo thumped firmy on his belly then; two thumps, a pause, then three more. He
was asking me: which was it? Did I want to get out, or stay a bit longer? I pounded
back three times.
I felt the man relax. It occured to me then: it must be true that Angelo's actual wish
was to keep me and digest me if he could. Why else would he be willing to risk keep-
ing me in here so long? He must've known that he'd be producing acid by now, and
surely he could feel that things inside him were starting to move -- I'd already noticed
that the liquid level had dropped somewhat. It had been squeezed out through the
pyloric valve below me, on to the duodenum. In fact I could hear it escaping in
rhythmic, mushy-sounding squirts.
Angelo was hoping somehow that I'd actually agree to stay, permanently. That must
be it. He had me inside, and now he realized that I was just too good a meal to give
up. And if I agreed to be digested, well then that was my choice and he wouldn't
have to feel so guilty, would he?
I wasn't sure what to do....
Finally, I decided it would be best to get out and discuss this with Angelo, face to face.
He could always swallow me again if we both agreed to it.
I just had to make sure that he was okay with it, and that he knew I was too.
Reluctantly, I reached up and tried to force my fingers into the cardiac sphincter,
but it closed tight on me again. I slapped on the stomach wall twice to let him know
that I was coming out, and reached up towards the valve again (wondering if he was
even going to allow me to leave at all). But this time the valve relaxed, and I was
able to slide my hand through. Then I forced up my other hand, in which I clutched
the baggie with the flashlight & note. A fairly large volume of gas noisily whooshed
out of Angelo's belly as I did so.
Angelo was shifting, probably sitting upright in his chair as he prepared for my exit.
It wasn't easy, but I managed to extend my arms and thrust them up into the smooth,
slick gullet. More air belched out of him as I pushed further up, widening the gap,
and I began to guide my head through the valve, then my shoulders...
Because of the way my legs were folded, I couldn't quite get enough leverage to
stand, and for a few moments I was at a loss as to how to climb up out of there --
there was nothing to grab onto and pull myself out with. I think Angelo sensed my
predicament, for I felt his huge gut suddenly stiffening, contracting, as he attempted
to heave me out.
It was working. I could feel immense pressure against my body, and I began to rise
like a cork. My chest was being pushed up into his throat now, and above me I felt
my hands scrape against his teeth as they came out his open mouth. Suddenly Angelo
had hold of me around my wrists and was actually drawing me out. My legs unfolded
below me as my upper body swiftly emerged, and I gasped in a breath of air, blinking
at the light. The big guy grunted, shifting his grasp to just under my armpits, and
continued to pull me out.
It was a bit awkward, and I was slippery and clearly hard to hold onto, but eventually
he managed to draw me out completely and I tumbled to the floor with a thump, wet
and naked. A series of gutteral belches followed me out, and Angelo gasped in a
ragged breath...
I slowly got up, wobbling, and turned to face the man. Angelo was leaning back, eyes
clenched shut, as he rubbed his belly in big circles, pressing on it firmly. I wasn't
sure if he was gonna hurl or what -- the look on his face was almost pained & sick.
Or maybe it was just intense disappointment at losing the best part of his dinner.
Finally he relaxed and looked at me. A big grin gradually spread across his scruffy
mug, getting wider and wider. I smiled back at him, coughing a bit.
"Dang," he said in a deep, hoarse voice, "that was sure somethin'... Baarp!" Another
belch.
"It sure was," I agreed.
"Nice to see ya again, Jake. Are you okay?"
I sighed happily. "I'm great. Wow, you really did it. Amazing." Somehow it felt
strange to be back out here.
"So what was it like? I hope I didn't scare ya, but I was so hungry..."
"No, I wasn't scared. It was actually a lot of fun. I liked it. It was really cool!"
He laughed. "Yeah, that's my boy." Angelo looked down at his gut. "Aw, man... I
wish you was still in there. I feel so empty now. Fuck, that was.... unbelievable! I
ate you up just like I said I was gonna, didn't I?" Even with all that beer in his belly,
he sounded only slightly intoxicated.
"Yeah -- uh, maybe I should get a towel?" I was dripping all over the carpet.
"Nah, don't worry about it, buddy." He leaned forward and stood with a groan (an
easier feat now that his stomach was 120 pounds lighter). Then he stepped up to
me, smiling broadly, and put his big paws on my slick, warm shoulders. There was
that glint in his eye again. "Oh man, you were just perfect. The best thing I ever
ate. Mmmm, yeah... fuckin' delicious." He winked down at me. "I can't believe it.
Just awsum! Y'know, heh heh, I may just have to swallow you down again, if--"
"Actually, that's kinda the reason I came out. I wanted to talk to you." I took a deep
breath. "Angelo, I wanna go back in, but.... I... I'm not sure what we..." I didn't know
exactly how to put it into words.
His expression changed. "You wanna go back in?"
"Yeah."
The giant backed away from me a bit. He seemed to be gazing at nothing, scratching
his stubbly chin, thinking. "Jesus," he said. "Uh... Jake, if I swallow you again, well,
y'see.... Huh, here's the thing: there's a good chance I might not let ya back out." He
stared at me. "I'm serious. I mean, it was just so fucking fantastic, I loved it. You
were so good, I... Goddam, I didn't even wanna let you back out. I just-- oh shit, son,
I think you better leave now." His whole attitude was different, now that he realized
the magnitude of the situation.
"But-"
"You gotta go home, buddy. I mean it. Right now. Fuck, if you stay here, then I'm
gonna eat ya for sure. I know I will; I won't be able to stop myself. And this time
it'll be for good." He was dead serious, I could see it. "Dammit, I shouldn'ta done this.
I told ya I always wanted to gobble you up, remember? And now I..." He covered
his face with both hands. "SHIT!!"
I didn't want to go home. I thought carefully about what I wanted to say; I knew if
I told him that I didn't really mind too much if he went ahead and digested me, then
he would make me leave for sure. So instead I said, "It's okay. I trust you. I know
you'll let me back out again, big guy. You wouldn't hurt me. Let's just try it again for
awhile... it was so much fun."
"No."
"I really like being inside your belly. C'mon, let's try it again, please. Just for a
little while? I wanna go back in." I was getting a boner again.
"Don't say that. The last fuckin' thing I wanna hear right now is that you wanna go
back in." Angelo was becoming angry. Not at me, but at himself. He pushed me
towards the bathroom, not too gently. "Go get cleaned up, get dressed, and get the
hell out of here. Go on, hurry up."
"But-"
"And don't ever come back here!"
I tried not to panic. I was sorry I'd even come out, and wondered if this would be
the last time I'd ever see him again.
Now I decided it was my turn to do some sweet-talking. I turned to him and said,
"Okay, Angelo, I'll... I'll leave. But first can we just talk for a couple more minutes?
I wanted to ask you a few questions; I wanna know what it was like from your
perspective -- is that okay?"
He hesitated. Although he was obviously anxious for me to leave, I knew a part
of him must've wanted to describe to me in detail how much pleasure he'd gotten
from eating me whole.
"Ah, crap. I dunno if that's a good idea, Jake..."
"I'll just stay a few minutes. I promise." I saw the look on his face, and I knew then
that he'd fall into my trap. All I had to do was get him to relive the experience, and
remind him, oh so subtly, of how tasty I'd been, and then before he or I knew it, he'd
be gulping me down again in a flash! It was sure to work. After that, I didn't care
what happened, so long as I was back inside my snug little home again...
Six
Angelo had put down a heavy towel on the couch for me and I sat on it, still naked.
He was back in his La-Z-Boy, hands clasped behind his neck. He looked at me in an
odd way, almost as if he expected any sudden movement on my part would cause his
will to crumble...
I took a deep breath -- maybe I hoped somehow it would relax him. Finally, I said,
"So tell me what it was like for you. Were you uncomfortable?"
His belly was gurgling and grumbling quite loudly as the digestive process continued.
Angelo sighed, and shook his head. He seemed to be calming down now. "Naw, not
really. For a second there I thought it might be too much, felt like I was gonna fuckin'
explode. But then I felt my gut relax and take it all in, and I knew I was gonna
be okay."
"How did you open your mouth that big though? That was so incredible!"
"I guess I just wanted it bad enough."
"Jeez, I still can't believe you actually fit me in there. Down your throat... you
slurped me right in, so easy, like I was just a raw oyster. How--"
Angelo chuckled. "Damn, boy. Yer taking a big chance. You know that?"
"That's okay, I can run pretty quick. So what did I taste like?"
He sighed again and closed his eyes, leaned back, rubbed at his stomach.... I was
almost trembling as I wondered whether my plan would work.
"Buttery and smooth. Sweet, kinda. You were delicious." He looked at me, a crooked
grin under his big, bushy 'stache. "Listen, Jake, why don'tcha get dressed?'
"I will, I'm just waiting to dry off completely." I continued, slowly, "Um... what did
it feel like, with me curled up in there, inside your stomach? Must've been weird,
knowing I was alive. A whole, living person right there in your belly."
He smiled, stroking his chin. "Yeah. It felt nice. Sure it did."
I knew he was holding back. I went on, carefully concealing my eagerness: "What
were you thinking about, Angelo? While I was sitting in there?"
But he didn't answer this time. I could tell he was starting to breathe more heavily.
He was trying not to let himself get excited again -- he wasn't even looking at me
anymore.
I decided to take a chance. "You know," I said, "I could feel your stomach muscles
starting to squeeze all around me. It was actually pretty cool. I guess it's only natural --
your body thought I was just part of the meal, to be digested. Can you imagine?"
"Christ..." he muttered.
"What was the best part? Was it swallowing me down, feeling my whole body sliding
all the way down through your gullet? Or was it when I was inside your stomach with
all that other food, packed in there nice and tight and heavy? You know, it's a good
thing I came out when I did 'cause I could feel your system going to work on me. The
juices were really flowing..."
Angelo squirmed a bit in his chair. He almost moaned.... he was salivating, licking
his lips.
It was working. I got up and stood in front of him, only a few feet away. "Man,
must've been so satisfying for you to gulp me down like that... I know it was, with
the way YOU like to eat. I could tell. I guess you're glad to have finally experienced
what you always fantasized about -- or was that only part of it? Maybe you wanted
more than just a taste of me?"
His thick brows bunched together. "What do ya think yer doin', son?"
"I'm just saying. You must've been thinking about the same thing I was while I was
sitting in there."
"No, I--"
"You said you were gonna take care of me, big guy. I think we both know what
you really meant. Right?"
"Jake, stop it." He was clutching the arms of his recliner, the strong fingers ripping
into the fabric. "Oh fuck, I can't take this anymore."
I nearly had him. "You know you wanna do it, Angelo. Come on, go ahead... I'm
not afraid. I want you to do it, I really do." I didn't even care anymore if he felt bad
about it afterwards, I just had to get back inside that stomach.
"You... you know what this means, don't you?" he said, fixing his eyes on me.
"Yes."
Once again I could see that look of greedy, uncontrollable hunger. I knew I had won.
He was going to do it, and there was no way he could stop himself...
"Go on," I said. "Eat up."
Angelo practically pounced on me then. It was startling to see him get up and move
on me so fast. Before I realized it, I was being lifted high into the air again, and my
head banged the ceiling, nearly stunning me. With a kind of animal roar, the giant
gaped his mouth hugely and prepared to stuff me down again.
"Wait!!" I gasped. "Feet-first this time -- please, do it feet-first!"
He paused, a wild, confused look on his face. His grasp on me was painfully tight,
causing me to squirm. Angelo stared up at me for a few moments, then unexpectly,
he closed his mouth and gently put me back down on the floor. "Come with me," he
said, heading into the next room.
"What...?" I followed on shaky legs.
In the kitchen, I watched him rummaging through the cabinets, wondering what he
could possible be looking for. Then he came up with a couple of bottles of Maalox.
I understood then, partially anyway -- he would use the liquid antacid to neutralize
some of the corrosive juices in his stomach, and keep me safe (at least for awhile).
Angelo immediately chugged down the contents of both bottles.... I still wasn't sure
whether this was for my benefit, or his. It was pretty clear that when he swallowed
me this time, it would almost certainly be for good. I would not be coming back out.
But he wanted to slow down his digestive processes for some reason. Was it so he
could delay any unpleasantness I might experience as long as possible? Or, as what
seemed more likely, did he just want to enjoy the feeling of a living person moving
and breathing inside him for a more extended period? Just how long did he think he
could he keep me alive in there anyway?
"Okay," he said, his chest heaving. "You sure you really wanna do this?? It's yer
last chance to back out."
I tried to conceal a smile. I knew his words were meaningless -- even if I had
second thoughts now, he would give me no such chance. I could see it in his face.
I nodded to him. "I'm sure."
"Are you ready?" he asked me, practically slobbering.
"Yes. Totally."
Angelo lifted me and sat me down on the kitchen table. "Lean right back," he ordered,
and I obeyed. "Okay, here we go. Yeah. Feet-first, just like you wanted. Ohh Jesus..."
I could hear in his voice how overcome with excitement he was. "I can't believe I'm
gonna do this...."
I was laying on the table with only my lower legs sticking out over the edge, my heart
pounding furiously. He took hold of me around my ankles and began lifting my feet up,
while at the same time he crouched down lower; his 'stache brushed my toes lightly.
I was about to ask him not to go too fast so we could both savour the experience...
but he suddenly gaped his mouth wide open and thrust my legs inside, taking me right
up to the knees!
"Holy shit," I muttered.
This was it. I was going to become a part of Angelo forever...
Grabbing onto my waist, Angelo yanked me across the table towards him as he
swallowed hugely, his face red and straining, his eyes almost rolling up white, and
my thighs began quickly disappearing down into his gullet. I could feel my feet squeez-
ing through he stomach valve now, pushing aside lumps of food.
"Slow down, big guy," I barely managed to whisper. But it was no use, his hunger
was uncontrollable.
Already his mouth was around my hips; he grasped my forearms and guided my
hands into his maw, then continued to noisily gulp me down, taking me in further.
I couldn't believe how fast the man was swallowing me up... I guess his throat was
loose and stretched from my previous passage.
His upper lip folded my erect cock down flat against my stomach, then covered it
as he engulfed my lower torso, and the sensation was so fantasic that I immediately
began to ejaculate.
Angelo's eyes locked onto mine -- my moans only seemed to excite him more, and
with an incredible, groaning gulp, he greedily slorped in my chest and arms. My legs
began to fold up inside his belly -- he held onto my shoulders and pushed forcefully,
cramming me in, and soon my head was the only thing left outside.
"Angelo..." I gasped. But there was nothing left to say. I could feel the powerful
muscular waves of his esophagus all around me, sucking me down inexorably. He
didn't even need to use his hands anymore. I took one last look at his face but his
eyes were shut. My head was going in; the bristly moustache tickled my nose, his
moist upper lip slid over my eyes, then my forehead. I felt his mouth close behind me,
and then he was straightening up, hoisting me into a vertical position.
Once again he decided to hold me like that for a moment, suspended inside his gullet,
before the final, huge gulp...
And then I was being propelled downwards to curl up in his belly, back where I
belonged.
I think I've been in here for well over an hour now. Angelo continues to refresh my
air supply periodically. He's doing what he can to postpone digestion for as long as
possible. That's fine. I guess he doesn't like the thought of me suffering, but surely
he must realize it's only a matter of time before he absorbs me. It's inevitable...
Angelo hasn't been saying much to me lately; no more notes either. He's just reclin-
ed in his chair. Maybe he's feeling kinda bad about what he's done? But he can't feel
THAT bad; after all, he could always let me out again if he really wanted to.
I know there's no chance of that happening. He'll never let me go now. Anyway,
even if he tried to heave me out, I think I could resist his efforts and stay in here.
He has nothing to feel bad about. We both wanted this. And it just works out so
well -- he got the best meal of his life, and I'll never have to worry about anything
ever again. I'm safe where I am. Safe inside him.
The peristalsis is really intensifying; it's churning, squeezing and massaging me all
over, and even with the antacid in here, I can feel the stomach juices starting to ooze
again. The food around me is softening. Won't be much longer.... Now Angelo is
belching out all the air around me, and this time he's not replacing it. I know what he's
doing. It's time for me to gently drift off into the pain-free oblivion of unconscious-
ness. I wish I could stay longer, but Angelo needs nourishment. He's a big guy,
after all.
I'll bet that despite himself, there is probably a big, satisfied smile on his face.
He's happy, and so am I. I'm not worried at all. I won't try to struggle...
Angelo is just taking care of me.