Last Days of Joe
By: Mukcub

"Damn it anyways" the deep voice bellowed through the construction site as the foreman pounded on the door to the trailer of the site manager.

"What is it Joe?" the site manager said as he answered the door and saw Joe standing their red as a beet.

"How the fuck am I suppose to get any work done here Rick?! It's practically impossible to meet these fucking deadlines with assholes who don't show up for work. Fuck man! Can't we hire some fucking real men and stop with getting these day labors and temp agency asses?!" the foreman blasted.

"Fuck Joe, you know that for a project this size we can't afford to hire on permanently. We have to take our chances and take advantage of the help we have while we have it." Rick answer back, but could see that this was going no where.

"Well, you better fucking find me a new welder today! The asshole we just got two days ago is a fucking no show and without his help you might as well tell the electricians they can hold off for another two days! Fuck this shit is so messed up, I'm about ready to fucking walk!" the foreman bellowed, then turned around and stormed angrily back to the site.

A short distance away, between two of the work trucks, a guy smiled and watched the exchange of the two from his vantage point. He looked at both men and listened with great amusement. He ran his hand over his huge swollen belly. "Looks like your boss is upset you are skipping out on work bud. Then again, that really isn't a concern for you anymore."

The predator watched the foreman intently as he walked off. The man was huge, at least 6'6" and probably a good 320lbs of muscle and fat. He watched and admired the guy, moving around to the front of the truck to keep him in his sight. Joe was one of those men who looked like the missing link in the evolution of man. His body was covered with dark brown hair, at the top of his shirt tufts of his chest hair peaked. His tank top barely could contain his beer gut and the bottom of the belly was just as hairy as the top around the collar.

The guy lets out a belch, then sucks in more air and swallows it down. His stomach seems to stretch and move as the contents struggle. "Relax bud. You're in my stomach now. You won't be escaping."

He laughed as he turned around and caught his reflection in the rearview mirror of the truck. He was quite a sight as it was currently. He was actually a lean guy, at least when he didn't have a man struggling in his gut. He smiled at the contrasts. A 5'8" guy who normally weighs 170lbs, lean and smooth with very little fat on his body save for a slight belly, normally. He rubbed his huge belly as he thought about the big guy in there, a hairy Greek man who was at least 5 inches taller and a good 60 lbs heavier. He loved how his belly stretched and swelled and always seemed to be able to accommodate. His meal was weakly struggling still. He let out another belch then sucked down some more air. With that his meal started up again. Damn how he loved the feeling of them struggling in his belly.

He looked out at the site again and watched the foreman a bit longer as he barked orders at other guys and went to work himself to try to make up for the shortage of workers. Smiling to himself he thought about what the foreman blurted just before he went back to work "I'm about ready to fucking walk.” He watched the foreman lift his arm exposing his hairy pit and a slight vantage of his hairy chest. Looks like I found my dinner guest for next week. Laughing, he went back to his car, got in, reclined the seat back and relaxed as his meal continued to struggle, hoping to escape.

Waking up, the predator noticed it was close to quitting time at the site. He looked down at his belly, still quite large from his morning meal. The struggle long since over, now the Greek was nothing more than meat. Getting out of the car, he walked over and carefully hid himself behind some supplies as he watched the men leaving. His mouth watered as he saw all the sweaty men walking back to their trucks. He thought about the number of guys already he had eaten, just from this one site. It is so nice when they cut corners and hire day workers. They can disappear so much easier. He watched as every drifted out of the site. Finally he saw the foreman along with a couple other guys come along. They were laughing and joking as they got to the lot.

"See you boys tomorrow, and you fucks better show back up." the foreman called to them. The predator looked at his watch and marked the time. He also watched carefully as he saw the foreman get into a huge black truck. The predator watched the truck carefully, taking in as much as he could about it. License plate JDZ596, dent in the passenger side door, running boards, as he tried to memorize the vehicle. As the engine fired on and the truck pulled away, the predator returned to his car, keeping an eye on the truck the entire time. He watched as the truck headed down the street and quickly getting into his car, he started to follow after. He was careful to stay back, not to be noticed or seen. He watched as the foreman pulled up to a bar. Parking a block away, he watched as the foreman crossed the street and went in. He smiled and turning on the radio, relaxed while he waited. After about an hour, the foreman came back out and got in his truck. The predator again followed, tracking his prey carefully. After a half hour commute, he pulled up to a house in a harder part of town. Watching from a distance he observed the foreman walking into the house. He watched as lights turned on in different rooms. The predator looked at the house and took in as much as he could. Grabbing a pad of paper from his glove compartment he started jotting down notes for himself. When he had finished, he smiled to himself and drove off for home.

The next day the predator woke up early and after taking care of his morning business, drove out to the foreman's house. He sat in his car watching and rubbing his smaller belly. He saw a light turn on and smiled, writing down the time. About 15 minutes later he watched as the foreman walked out of the backdoor and got in his truck. As the truck took off, the predator sat waiting. He was always careful at this stage. Surprises are never a good thing and at this point he wanted to make sure he had plenty of room for his dinner guest. After an hour, he drove up to the house. He walked around the perimeter of the house checking it out. He went to the back door and turned the knob. Grinning to himself as it turned and he easily walked into the foreman's home. The place was definitely a pit and smelled like dirty jocks and stale sweat. The predator checked out the layout of the house. In the bedroom he was quite amused to find an array of leather gear as well as everything set for an SM experience. His mind raced with ideas but he smiled as he pat his belly. He is going to have the most intense bondage experience possible soon the predator thought to himself. Happy with the information he learned he exited the house and went to his car, driving back home for a bit. An hour before the site closed, he drove out and parked where he could watch. He quickly scanned the parking area and saw the foreman's truck. As they left for the night, he saw the same guys leaving with the foreman. He followed a little further behind as it seemed the two guys were also trailing the foreman. Parking his car, he watched as the three men went into the house. The predator grinned as he thought about what the two guys were about to experience at the hands of the foreman.

Every day the predator tracked his prey, watching carefully and noting his pattern. He decided, as long as he didn't bring home any tricks, Friday night was going to be dinner and looks like he was going to have to eat at the guy's place. Friday morning he watched as the foreman pulled away. As he did, so did the predator, but this time not following. As the predator arrived at the construction site he noticed the black truck was not there yet. He waited and watched the time. About 7 minutes later, the black truck pulled in. The predator smiled greedily as he watched the huge man get out of his truck. He admired the ruggedly handsome face framed by the thick beard and flat top. His mouth watered as he watched the thick back and ass of the guy. His now flat belly whined in hunger. He smiled, admiring himself in the mirror. He was normal sized again. Looking at himself he grinned wickedly. Who would ever guess a guy my size would be able to eat as much as I do he thought. The predator spent the day watching the foreman. At one point the foreman stripped off his sweat soaked shirt exposing his massive, thick, hairy pecs and his heavy keg of a gut. The predator about shot his load at the sight and his stomach let out a loud gurgle and whine. He knew this one was going to be a hard battle but it was going to be well worth it when he is struggling in his stomach. Where he belongs, thought the predator to himself with a smile.

Finally the day came to a close and the predator watched as the men left the site for the day. The foreman came out alone this time and got in his truck. The predator smiled; enjoy your last commute home he thought. With that he drove off. Arriving in the foreman's neighborhood, he parked the car and quickly slipped into the house. He went up into the bedroom and slid himself into the closet with the leather. A couple minutes later he heard the roar of the truck followed shortly after by the slamming of the back door. The predator waited in silence. He heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. His heart beat faster as his mouth watered. Looking into the room he saw what he wanted. The huge foreman came into the room, shirtless but still wearing his dirty jeans and boots. Sitting on the bed, he unlaced his one boot and kicked it off, then the other. The smell of his feet filled the room. The foreman turned on the TV sitting on the dresser and turned on the VCR. The predator smiled until he saw the foreman get up and start walking to the closet. Shit, he thought to himself. He prepared himself. The closet door opened and the light from the room caught the predator's skin. The foreman catching a glance and the initial shock. The movement so sudden and planned. The darkness and muffled shouting and cursing. The battle had begun and already it was over. As time seemed to return to normal, the foreman's head was deep in his mouth with the neck wringed by the predator's goateed lips. Forced to bend at the waist, the foreman was still in shock and not knowing what the hell was happening. He roared in anger as he tried to get his assailant off of him. The predator grabbed under the huge beefy arms, his hands in the hairy, wet pits, sucked with all his strength as he pulled the foreman toward him and stretched his mouth around the broad shoulders. Losing balance the foreman fell forward, forcing his huge, furry pecs into the predator's mouth. The predator ran his tongue along the chest, tasting the salty sweat and texture of the soft hair. The guy was more delicious than he could ever have imagined. The foreman tried to fight but his arms were pinned to his side and he could get his legs to stand. The predator reached down and grabbed the belt loops of the jeans. With a hard gulp, and a pull, the massive pecs started to slide into his throat as the beer gut started to fill his mouth. The predator groaned as he stretched his jaw and pressed on the fat belly, working it into his mouth and past his teeth line. Inside his throat that foreman wiggled and struggled, panic and anger fueling him as he fought. The predator's eyes watered as he struggled, fighting this guy into him. He focused his eyes on the socked feet. He grabbed the foreman's ass and shoved, watching as the feet got closer. His mouth watered and the foreman was being coated with thick saliva. He tried desperately to move around but the throat was so tight. Then he felt the top of his head press up against something as the throat muscles pulled him in deeper. The predator pushed forward out into the room. Then stomach opened as the foreman's head entered. The predator saw the reflection in the mirror and took a moment to enjoy it. The thick legs still trapped in the jeans struggling outside as his throat bulged with the guy's beer gut, the rest of him having disappeared behind the chest and his flat belly starting to expand and dome outward. Grabbing onto the foreman's calves, the predator started gulping rhythmically. His throat muscles in turn started to move with the same rhythm. The foreman tried to stretch, tried to move but the only movement was pushing him deeper into the stomach as his chest entered. The predator kept his eyes on the socked feet as he grabbed them and kept shoving the giant man into him mouth. Watching in the mirror, his dick strained hard against his pants. He watched as the feet drew closer to his mouth and finally sliding his tongue out under the feet, he rolled it back and pulled the feet into his mouth. With a final gulp he swallowed the feet down. His belly continued swelling as the foreman was forced more and more into his final prison. Now able to move his arms he pushed and punch inside the predator, trying to escape. The fight was intense inside. Soon the foreman was completely trapped in his stomach and he was fighting with all his strength. The predator moaned. The intense struggle was difficult but so amazing. He watched in the mirror as saw the shadow of the face pressed against his skin, and occasionally the imprint of a hand, fist, foot. His belly was so tight and so full. Climbing onto the foreman's bed, he laid back and rubbed his belly. Much to his pleasure, the foreman had a mirror mounted above the bed so he could watch as he relaxed. He grinned as he rubbed his belly, "guess you won't be going back to work on Monday, eh Joe." the predator said as he chuckled.

The End