Steve the Powerlifter
By: Big Bad Bob
“Big” Steve staggered back, lowered the 720 pound weight back on to the squat rack. He straightened up and stretched his tired muscles, while three other powerlifters made sure the weightlifting bar was safe and secure. That was his best yet. 720 pounds for five deep squats. “Big” Steve was pleased. “Big” Steve, now that was the understatement of the century. Describing Steve as “big” was like describing the Atlantic Ocean as a small puddle. Steve was massive, huge, enormous…there really were no superlative words to describe his size. At 6 foot 11 and 500 pounds, Steve was not only the owner of the gym, but the biggest guy in the gym. He had a 24” neck, 65" chest, 24" biceps and 47" waist. OK, so he didn't have the highly defined and "ripped" muscles of a bodybuilder, veins and arteries meandering like rivers over his body, but Steve's arms and chest and legs were big and solid, full of powerful muscle. In fact he was the perfect advertisement for his gym.
Steve other prominent feature was his large, hairy belly. From behind, Steve looked like a massive powerlifter, with big broad shoulders and huge arms. From the side and front, he still looked like a massive powerlifter, but with a huge belly. To be fair, his belly wasn't the soft, flabby kind that flopped over his belt, but was the firm type that jutted out and sagged slightly over his belt underneath big meaty pectorals. It looked as though he had swallowed a beer keg and it got stuck in his stomach.
Steve thanked the three guys around for spotting him while going through his workout routine and followed them as they towards the showers. Being so late in the evening, the changing room was empty apart from him and the guys he’d been working out with. The others were already in the showers and Steve had to wait until one of them was free. He didn’t mind, as he had to be the last out so he could lock the place up.
He spent longer showering than he realised, enjoying the hot water splash and run over his tired muscles, that by the time he left the shower room the others had dressed and were about to go.
“I thought you’d never finish,” laughed Dave, the smallest powerlifter of the group.
“I just lost track of time,” Steve replied, wrapping a large towel around his waist.
“We’re about to go. We’ll wait if you want.”
“Nah. It’s OK. I’ve got to lock up and I’ve got a couple to things to do before I leave.”
“OK. We’ll see you tomorrow?” asked Dave.
“No. It’s my day off. Jeff will be here to open up tomorrow, but I’m back the day after. See ya then,” with that the three of them lumbered out of the changing room and left.
Steve was almost dressed, apart from his T-shirt and shoes, thinking about what he was going to have for dinner that evening when he decided while the changing room was empty he could use the gym’s heavy duty weighing scales. As several gym members were over 350 pounds, Steve had bought a set of scales usually used in hospitals that could weigh up to one thousand pounds. Steve stepped on to the weight plate. The display whirled around and settled at 520 pounds. Steve nodded his head, pleased with the extra mass he had added to his bulk.
“Hi there, fatboy! How’s that big gut of yours?” Startled, Steve turned round to see Scott standing naked behind him, looking at the scale’s display panel. “You’re getting bigger by the day,” said Scott and slapped Steve’s gut with his hand. Steve looked down at Scott.
“Oh it’s you. I thought everyone had left.”
“I going through my posing routing in the nautilus machine room,” explained Scott, flexing his arms to show off his 19” biceps. Scott was one of the gym’s serious bodybuilders. Standing at 5’10” and weighing 250 pounds, he sported a 50” chest and only 7% fat, his body was tanned and smooth and glistened with baby oil he had applied for one of his posing routines. In almost every respects he was the complete opposite of Steve. Steve looked at Scott’s posing enviously. He liked the body builder look but his own genetics denied him that privilege. Instead Steve was big and bulky with a large belly.
“An extra 20 pounds, you’re over twice my weight now,” said Scott, pointing at the weighing scales display, smirking.
“Why don’t you piss off and get showered and changed. I’ve got lock this place up for the evening and I’ve got things to do,” said Steve.
“Off for something to eat?” asked Scott “A roast ox?” Steve turned to Scott and scowled at him. Scott was referring to a steak-eating contest Steve had won earlier in the year at a barbecue held by one of the other gym members held in the summer. Two other powerlifters had been arguing about who could eat the most and Steve had been coerced into the contest as well. The contest was to see who could eat the most in two hours and Steve had won easily by eating 30 pounds of meat in the time allocated. His nearest rival had only managed 15 pounds. The other guys in the gym had been amazed but Steve knew how much he could really eat if he wanted to, but that was his little secret.
“I’ll only be five minutes,” said Scott as he nodded his head towards the shower room. He put he hand on Steve belly and then gave it a pat. “Your gut really is getting bigger by the day. Wouldn’t you prefer my six pack abs instead,” said Scott, running a hand over his own glistening abdomen. Scott turned and headed towards the showers. Steve stood there seething in the changing room. As Steve watched Scott’s tight bubble butt as he walked to the shower room, he had an idea and smiled to himself. “250 pounds of meat, I think I could handle that and I’m not in tomorrow” he thought to himself. He patted his belly and lumbered over to the shower room himself and stood in the doorway.
“Hey Scott, how’d to like to see the inside of my gut?” asked Steve.
“What do you mean?” replied Scott.
“Well, you always seem to be obsessed with my gut, I thought you might want to see it from inside for a change,” he explained.
“What you gonna do? Eat me or something?” asked Scott
“Yeah! I'm gonna swallow you whole" said Steve, blocking the exit from the showers, with his enormous bulk.
“You're gonna what?" asked Scott, incredulous.
"I said I'm gonna swallow you whole" replied Steve, moving towards Scott. "I'm gonna pick you up and stuff you alive and kicking into this big ol' belly of mine." Scott looked up at the huge man as he walked towards him not really believing what he was hearing.
“You can't eat me. I'm too big! You might have eaten that 30 pound steak at Dave's barbecue last summer, but I'm nearly ten times bigger. I'd never fit inside you! Even your stomach's not that big!” he laughed, not really believing what Steve was saying. Steve advanced towards Scott.
“Don’t you worry about the size of my stomach” he said, seriously “The last guy I swallowed was Bill. Remember him? He was 200 pounds of beef and he slipped down easily. You’re only another 50 pounds. You’ll fit inside my stomach, no problem. Although it might be a bit of a tight fit…for you that is!” He looked down on Scott and smiled. "Although I have to admit you’d be my biggest meal so far," he admitted.
Steve loved telling his "meals" what was going to happen to them. Usually his meals didn’t believe what he was telling them until they were halfway down into Steve’s stomach. Occasionally his meals did and Steve loved watching the terror grow in their eyes, as they realised Steve was telling the truth. Steve loved having to wrestle his meals into his mouth, down his throat and down into his big belly so that he could feel then wriggling and squirming inside his dark, cavernous stomach. He loved the sensation as his meals fort back, desperate to escape and he preferred it when his meal battled to escape for the entire journey into his stomach. By telling he meals what was going to happen to them, they fort back even harder. He always felt cheated and disappointed when his meals surrendered while only half way down his throat. Steve enjoyed the total domination over another man by swallowing him whole and keeping then alive inside his stomach, eventually to digest them over several hours.
Steve's stomach rumbled audibly, as if angry that Steve was taking so long to explain the details of his meal's demise. It was as though his stomach itself was looking forward to the enormous meal, waiting to be stretched to the maximum by the 250 pounder. “Ya hear that?” Steve asked as he rubbed his belly. “Even my stomach can’t wait to have you inside it.” Scott looked up at Steve, for the first time realising that Steve might actually be serious about eating him.
“You can’t eat me” he said, “that’s not fair.”
“Fair doesn’t come into it I’m afraid,” replied Steve. “How do you think I got to be this size and maintain my 520 pounds of solid bulk? I’m a big guy and I get real hungry. And, as you keep saying, you're 250 pounds of pure muscle and only 7 percent fat. You're the best steak in the whole gym.” Steve looked and down Scott’s tanned, shaved and oiled body, as if sizing up a side of beef and licked his lips. “So smooth,” said Steve. “You’ll slip down my throat and into my stomach so easily.” Scott backed away further into the shower area, with fear in his eyes, trying to get away from the man intent on eating him.
Steve moved towards Scott and pinned him to the back of the showers with his enormous hairy belly. Holding Scott’s head firmly in his hands, Steve slowly opened his mouth and bent over to Scott's head. Being so tall had many advantages and this was one of them. At first Scott thought Steve was going to kiss the top of his head but Steve just kept opening his mouth. As Steve's mouth touched Scott's head, the cropped hair tickled Steve's lips. Opening his mouth even wider, Steve slowly engulfed Scott's head. As Steve's lips past over Scott's eyes, everything went black. Steve's lips slipped over Scott's ears and as Steve's lips past over Scott's mouth, Scott desperately took what he thought would be is last lung-full of air. Steve continued stuffing Scott's head into his mouth. Finally, Steve's lips formed a noose around Scott's neck.
Steve reached down to Scott's firm, muscled waist and picked Scott up off the floor and hoisted him up into the air into the upside down position. At the same time he tipped his own head back to make a virtual vertical drop straight from his mouth down into the vast, waiting stomach below. Steve could now use Scott's own 250 pound bulk to his own advantage and use gravity to help swallow Scott.
Upside-down and with his head inside Steve’s mouth, Scott really understood for the first time that Steve was not joking about swallowing him and started to fight back. He put his large hands on Steve's massive shoulders and with his biceps straining, tried to push himself up and out of Steve's mouth. However, Steve, his muscles hardly straining at all, held Scott firmly in place.
Steve paused for a moment, knowing the next phase in swallowing Scott was going to be the most difficult part; attempting to encompass Scott's broad shoulders and chest into his mouth. Steve took a deep breath, stretched his mouth even wider. Slowly and methodically he managed to force his lips around Scott's broad shoulders, pinning Scott's arms to his side. Scott now started his slow decent down into Steve’s waiting stomach.
Having got Scott's shoulders and chest into his mouth, Steve swallowed and Scott slipped a little further in, trapping Scott's 20 inch biceps to his side. Steve ran his tongue over Scott's large, smooth pectorals, tasting Scott's delicious body, mixed with the sweat of Scott’s workout and baby oil. Steve swallowed again and using both his powerful arms to push Scott into his mouth and Scott's weight, Scott slipped further down. Steve was now able to run his tongue over Scott's “six pack” abdominal muscles, Steve darting his tongue in and out of Scott's shallow belly button, savouring the taste. Steve swallowed again and swallowing down Scott to his waist, trapping Scott's wrists to his side with only his hands flapping wildly outside Steve’s mouth.
Scott's head and upper body was now half way down Steve’s throat. Each time Steve swallowed, Scott could feel the waves of powerful muscle of Steve’s smooth gullet slowly, but firmly, drawing him further down into Steve’s eager stomach. Scott was really panicking and was desperately fighting back, struggling to get free, his whole body squirming from side to side in a desperate effort to break free from Steve’s throat powerful hold. Slowly and methodically Steve kept swallowing Scott further down, grunting with pleasure at each swallow as Scott slipped further down.
Scott's legs were still thrashing around outside of Steve's mouth and slowly Scott's muscular his thighs were drawn into Steve’s mouth. Steve let go of Scott’s legs, no longer needing to push Scott into his mouth. Just the suction provided by Steve’s powerful throat muscles and Scott’s own 250 pound bulk was enough to complete the process of swallowing the bodybuilder now. Steve ran his freed up hands over his belly, enjoying the sensation of his belly expanding like an inflatable beach ball, as his stomach was slowly being filled up with 250 pounds of prime steak.
By now Steve was beginning to feel rather full and was beginning to wonder whether his stomach was actually big enough to hold the 250 pound bodybuilder as he had boasted. But Steve kept on swallowing anyway, forcing Scott down into his stomach. After all there was no way on earth that Steve was going to let Scott out now. Besides, Steve liked the feeling of being completely stuffed, his belly so tight it felt as if it would burst.
Scott’s knees, then ankles, and finally Scott's feet vanished into Steve mouth. As Scott’s twitching toes slipped past Steve’s lips, his mouth returned to its normal size. Once completely inside, Steve swallowed one final time and Scott slid completely down Steve’s throat and was forced down into Steve’s immense stomach, which expanded to except the 250 pound bodybuilder.
Scott had just enough room to be able to get himself up the right way, but once righted, Steve's powerful stomach then contracted and held Scott tightly in place, his knees crushed up to his chest and his arms around his knees in a tight ball. Scott could feel the stomach walls all around him, all smooth and damp against his naked body. Scott suddenly realised he’d been holding his breath in fear and automatically took another breath. He could breath. There was air inside Steve’s stomach. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Scott in this case, Steve deliberately swallowed a lot of air at the same time as swallowing his victims. He always did this to keep his victims alive in his stomach for as long as possible before digesting them. Scott managed to get a hand free and ran his hand over the inside of the stomach wall, desperately trying to find a way out. He could feel the powerful muscle of the stomach all round him, but there was very little give and could not find any means of escape. The entrance to Steve’s stomach had closed up and Scott realised he was completely sealed inside the 520 pound powerlifter’s stomach.
Steve looked down on his swollen belly and patted it. He’d never eaten so much in one go and his belly felt as tight as a drum. He could feel Scott inside, struggling and moving about inside his stomach. “Welcome to my stomach, Scott,” Steve said to the bulge in his middle. “You sure feel good in there, boy.” For Steve, this was the best bit about swallowing men, the feeling of someone desperately kicking and fighting to escape from the constraints of his stomach. Especially when it was that arrogant 250 pounder Scott. Steve staggered over to one of the weight lifting benches and sat down heavily. Scott had been the largest meal Steve had ever eaten by 50 pounds and he was unused to additional weight and distended feeling in his stomach. Steve laid back down and stretched out on the bench and rubbed and patted his belly. He wanted to saviour the feeling of having the 250 pound bodybuilder struggling in his stomach. “Thanks Scott. You were great!” Steve said to his bulging belly. “You certainly put up a good fight and you see, you didn’t have to worry if my stomach was big enough.” From Steve’s bulging gut came a low, desperate call for help. “Hey, it’s pointless you calling for help. It’s just you and me here and I’ve got you safe and sound inside me now.” Steve looked down towards at his bloated belly, watching his belly heaving up and down as Scott wriggled and squirmed about inside his stomach. After about fifteen minutes, he felt Scott wasn't moving about so much. Wanting to keep Scott alive in his stomach for as long as possible, Steve deliberately burped and let out the air that Scott had used up. Steve took a deep breath and while keeping his mouth closed, he relaxed his throat muscles and exhaled, forcing the lung full of air down into his stomach. He then repeated the process again. Within moments Scott started to struggle again.
"You OK in there Scott?" he called out towards the bulge of his stomach, "Don't worry, I won't let you suffocate in there, I want to keep you alive for as long as possible before I digested you. You sure were delicious, boy. As you said you certainly are ‘the best steak in the gym’ alright…well so far..I should know. That’s the reason I bought this gym in the first place. I’m a big guy and I get real hungry and this the best supply of beef I’ve ever had.” Steve smiled to himself, recalling the number of guys he must have swallowed in the five years or so he had had owned the gym. At about one a month, that must be over 60 guys by now.
From Steve’s bloated belly another muffled call for help could be heard. Steve gave his bulging belly a rub, feeling Scott moving around inside. “I’ve already said it’s no good you calling for help. There’s no one else here. It’s just you, me and my stomach. Besides, you’ll just use up the air inside my stomach faster.” Steve grinned to himself. “And it’s no good you struggling and kicking to get out, although I don’t mind if you keep trying! In fact, you can struggle as much as you want.” For a few minutes Steve poked at his swollen belly, teasing the bodybuilder imprisoned inside his stomach. “I don’t blame you for tying to escape. Everyone does and no one has escaped so far. The smaller guys give up more quickly than the lager guys,” explained Steve, hoping that this would encourage Scott to struggle for longer. “Over the years I’ve learnt to control the digestion process at will. Eventually everyone gives up when they realise they can’t escape and then I digest them. Although considering you're 250 pounds, digesting you might take a little while. Bill was only 200 pounds and he took me just over a day to digest, so I guess you'll take a couple of days.”
Inside Steve’s stomach, Scott could hear Steve taunting him and could feel Steve poking him. The thought that Steve was planning to keep him deliberately alive and cramped up in his stomach for as long as possible stomach waiting to be digested, terrified him. Scott tried to call out again, desperately trying to get some kind of help to escape from the monster holding him captive, but the air had run out again. Scott felt he was going to pass out with the lack of oxygen. He wanted to try and stay conscious when Steve refreshed the air in his stomach, as this was the only time when the valve into his stomach opened and this seemed to be the best chance that Scott had to escape. Steve burped and as the foul air escaped, his stomach shrank, crushing Scott inside, preventing him from moving and trying to escape. Just as Scott slipped into unconsciousness the valve opened again and the first lung full of air rushed into Steve’s stomach. Before Scott could regain full consciousness, another two lungs full of air were forced inside as well. He felt Steve patting him “That should keep you going while we get back to my place.”
Steve stood up and pulled on his T-shirt. Steve’s belly was now so big, the T-shirt was stretched to the point of being ripped in half. Steve put on his 6XL denim jacket and didn’t even attempt to go the buttons up. There was no way he could with his huge swollen belly bulging out at the moment. He left the gym and locking the door behind him, walked to the parking lot and eased himself into his 4X4 truck. He needed a powerful vehicle just to move his own bulk around, yet alone with a 250 pound bodybuilder in his stomach. The drive home only took ten minutes.
When he got to his apartment, he went straight to his bedroom and pulled off his jacket and T-shirt. Sitting down on his bed he released the belt on his jeans, letting out a sigh of relief. He rubbed his bulging belly again, feeling the 250 pound bodybuilder inside still shifting around inside his stomach. He prodded his belly to torment the bodybuilder further. “You still OK inside there buddy” Steve called out to Scott, smiling to himself. This must be a new definition of “playing with your food” he thought. Steve stretched out on his back and relaxed. After his workout and large meal, he felt tired and full and wanted to go to sleep. He decided to refresh the air in his stomach one last time. Then placing his hands on his belly feeling the 250-pound bodybuilder moving and shifting around in his stomach, he started the digestion process. With a contented smile on his face, Steve drifted into a deep sleep. Inside Steve’s stomach, Scott could feel the stomach walls starting to undulate in waves all around him as if massaging him. Scott realised there was no escape now as Steve’s stomach started the process of digesting him.
During night Steve’s powerful stomach digested the bodybuilder. Containing very little fat, Scott’s body was easily and efficiently digested. Scott’s body was absorbed into Steve’s, making Steve even bigger, heavier and stronger than before.
Next morning Steve woke up late. He got out of bed and looked down at his belly and gave it a rub. He was surprised to find his belly wasn’t as swollen and tight as he thought it would be considering the size of “dinner” late night. He smiled realising his stomach had completely digested the bodybuilder overnight. Steve showered and dressed. Pulling on his jeans and a clean Tee shirt, he noticed that the Tee shirt seemed a somewhat on the tight side and he had to release the belt on his jeans by one notch. He smiled to himself. He’d have to buy more Tee shirts again.
The next day he went early to unlock the gym, wanting to use the weighing scales privately. With a growing feeling of excitement he went to the scales and stood on the weight plate again. The display whirled around again and this time settled on 600 pounds. He smiled appreciatively and patted his belly. As he turned to go he heard a deep grumble from his belly and he started to feel hungry again. “You can’t want feeding again,” he though to himself “you’ve just had a 250 pound bodybuilder.” Steve went through into the free weights room and looked around at the weights. Perhaps he’d try a 750 pound squat today.
As Steve walked back through the changing room he saw Dave, one of the powerlifters who had spotted him the other evening when Steve had working out on his squat routine. Dave was changing into his workout gear and was only dressed in his shorts. He was very heavily built himself.
“Hi there. You’ve opened up early today. I thought I was going to have to wait for a while before you turned up,” he said pulling on a Tee shirt.
“Oh just woke early and decided to get in early today for a change,” Steve replied.
“You training later today” asked Dave.
“Yeah. Once Jeff turns up I’ll be in there,” he said nodding towards the free weights room “I want to try for a 750 pound squat.”
“I’ll see you later then,” said Dave and tightening the powerlifter belt around his waist he headed towards the free weight room. As Steve watched Dave go through to the free weight room, he slipped his hand up, under his Tee shirt and rubbed his grumbling belly, wondering whether his stomach could handle 300 pounds of struggling beefy powerlifter.