The Crash Diet
By: Pi-Zero
"Damn! That was good." Justin exclaimed, rubbing his tightly ribbed stomach, "I still don't understand why you wouldn't come with us Dude." Chris grimaced at Justin over his desk, "Because, you dolt, I've got a meet this weekend and coach wants me down a weight class. So I'm on a crash diet for the week." Justin's eyebrows lifted, he'd been friends with Chris for almost three years now and this struck him as a bad idea, "But Chris, you eat like a freakin' horse and never gain a pound. And you're in the middle of your class as it is! How are you going to lose that much weight without making yourself sick?" Chris just shrugged and went back to work.
Chris and Justin had met at orientation of Justin's first year. Chris had been his orientation leader and they had struck it off pretty well. When Chris couldn't find a roommate the next year because the group of guys he was drawing with had to change their plans, he had picked up
Justin, who was glad to get a better room by rooming with an upperclassman. The situation had worked well and they were rooming together again this year. Both kept somewhat odd schedules because Justin was a swimmer and Chris was on the wrestling team. The swim team practiced mornings mostly, and the wrestlers in the evenings so both guys had some space to themselves in the room for 'extracurricular' activities.
At six feet even and a body and chest to match, Chris was a large guy. Built like a brick shithouse, there was no fat on his body. Years of making weight and trying to keep up his muscle mass had trimmed whatever fat there had been from his body and left him just shy of
overmuscled. He kept his brown hair trimmed in a crew cut that emphasized his strong jaw. Justin, in contrast, was more triangular in shape. Though he was a swimmer, his secondary stroke was the fly, so he had more shoulder and chest than most swimmers. At only five foot six, however, he was dwarfed by the massive Chris. No less ripped, but more 'shapely' his tousled, dirty blond hair smile gave him a distinct 'boy next door' look.
After three days of this 'diet' (which consisted of a tiny breakfast, a protein shake for afternoon snack and little else), Justin was beginning to get worried about Chris. "Dude, if you don't eat something soon, you're gonna seriously fuck up your system." Again, Chris just
grunted, "Only four more pounds to lose bud, and the meet's only two days away." Justin grimaced, "Two more days? Well, I suppose it's your body. But promise me you'll eat something tonight? I'm going out with Heather, so order yourself a Caesar salad or something. My treat." Chris agreed, but when Justin got back there was no evidence of food
entering their room.
Finally, the day of the meet came. Justin couldn't go 'cause he had to study for his biology exam in two days. He had aced the first one, but then slacked off and the second one had kicked his ass. Now he was playing cath-up and it was hard. He finished a long bout of studying and decided to go work out. Chris' meet should be over pretty soon and there would be little point in going over now. He worked himself hard, there wasn't a meet this weekend so he'd have the next day or so to recover, and it felt good to
wear himself out. Chris had been near stir-crazy he was so hungry and the whole situation had been really stressing Justin out. So when he finally dragged himself home he was dripping with sweat and exhausted.
He arrived in the room to find Chris still not back. "Huh, guy must have finally gone to get a decent meal." Justin thought to himself and plopped down in a chair to read. About five minutes later Chris practically fell through the door, shirtless and dripping sweat, "Oh GOD! The other team was late, then the meet went over!" He grinned, "But I won!" Justin smiled, "Good, now eat something, stupid." As if suddenly remembering he had a stomach, Chris grimaced, "You have no idea, buddy. I think I could eat a horse!" Justin just laughed, "You could always eat a horse you big fat glut! Now go EAT!" Chris just shot him a shit-eating grin as he went to the fridge, "I don't think I'd chew him this time!"
About fifteen seconds later a huge groan erupted from the direction of the fridge-cube, "Noooo! There's only a few carrot and celery sticks in here!" Justin humphed, "Idiot, why didn't you stock up? You knew you'd be hungry after this! Oh, hell... I think I have a bag of cookies under my bed." Chris slammed the fridge shut with disgust, "I got rid of my
extra food so it wouldn't tempt me! You don't understand Dude, I need food, NOW! Cookies aren't gonna make it!" Justin frowned, "I think the dining halls are all closed by now, your meet went so late." Chris doubled over, clutching his stomach, Justin wasn't sure if it was real, but thought it was most likely theatrical, "O God, Justin. I need MEAT! NOW! I think my stomach's trying to eat me!"
Justin rolled his eyes, "DUH! Look, you can eat my cookies if you want 'em bud, but the only meat in this room is me!" He grinned and quickly pulled off his sweaty workout tee, chucking it at Chris's head, "I guess you're gonna have to make do!"
Chris didn't realize Justin had thrown the shirt until too late. It connected solidly with his face and wrapped around his head. His stomach growled, audible even to Justin, who started out of his chair, as he breathed the thick smell of sweat. His nose filled with the scent of Justin's workout, 150 pounds of working muscle, something snapped.
Justin barely registered the wild look in Chris' eyes before his roommate let out a growl and charged across the room, ducking low. Hardly expecting to be attacked by his roommate, Scott was caught completely off guard. Chris grabbed his ankles and heaved backwards. Scott flipped back, his head slamming into the carpet.
"What the FUCK! You idiot! That fucking HURT! It's not my fault you didn't get food you dumb shit!" He stopped. In the seconds of his daze, Chris had followed him to the floor and shifted his grip to Scott's ankles. Now Chris was staring at his feet with a strange and terrible expression. Chris opened his mouth and shoved Justin's toes in. Not surprisingly, he could only get Justin's toes in about an inch before the combined height of his feet became too great.
Justin laughed, "Right. Taking my "I'm the only meat here" comment to heart? Now let me up you big oaf." Chris didn't move, staring cross-eyed at Justin's feet as if confused by their width. Justin giggled as chris' tongue flicked across his toes, "Hey, quit tasting me! You're drooling on me! Get OFF!" Justin didn't know how right he was. Unconciously, Chris WAS tasting him, and the taste of sweat seasoned Justin was filling his mouth and making his tummy hungrier. His stomach growled again, louder.
Chris reared upwards, bringing Justin's legs into a ninety degree angle with his body, and with a roar, plunged downwards again. His arms bulged as he pulled upwards, forcing himself downwards against Justin's braced legs. "Holy shit," Justin thought, "He's going to split himself wide open! What the hell does he think he's doing?!?" He could only watch in wonderment at this strange behavior.
Chris' stomach growled again. rumbling through his body like a miniature quake. Suddenly, a loud
Chris was in another world. The aching void in his stomach consumed all sense of rationality. His only desire was to fill his stomach. The taste of meat now filled his mouth and he swallowed convulsively, trying to fill himself. Justin's feet slid into his throat as he engulfed his roommate's knees. Justin began to worry. Chris had pulled back, dropping Justin's legs down so they were in line with the rest of his body and was now busily swallowing his thighs. This should not be possible. Even with his jaw broken entirel off, Chris' lips should not be able to stretch that far. But he looked down, and there they were, wrapped firmly around his thighs, and brushing the base of his workout shorts. And he could feel Chris' tongue, impossibly broad against the backs of his legs, softly undulating in rhythm with the contractions of Chris' throat around his feet.
Another quick swallow and the corner of Justin's shorts were pulled into Chris' mouth. ICK! They didn't taste good! His mind fogged and thinking only of fulfilling his need to fill himself with this meat, Chris reached up and with a gutteral grunt, tore Justin's shorts in half, boxers and all. As if angry to be delayed, he grabbed Justin's hips and janked forwards, swallowing all the rest of Justin's thighs and burying his nose in Justin's crotch. Justin was getting seriously worried. Chris showed neither signs of pain, nor slowing. Distractedly he realized that despite his revulsion and fear, Chris' hot, panting breath on his balls and tongue playing across his ass was making his dick hard. "Damn, how can my body be diverting resources to THAT at a time like THIS?"
As Chris swallowed, dragging Justin another inch deeper, his tongue began to flit around, tasting of the new flavors of Justin's balls and ass. These flavors excited his pallet and he began to swallow harder, trying to engulf Justin faster. he grunted with effort as his jaw stretched still wider to slowly creep over the tight flexing ass of his friend.
Justin barely noticed as he slid accross the floor, distracted by Chris' tongue on his balls. His eyes closed and his head leaned back, lost in the feeling as Chris swallowed again, pulling his balls intirely into his hot, cavernous mouth. "Oh, Chris, oh God. I haven't had a fucking blowjob in like a year. Oh God. Dimly, lost in his now raging hormones, he felt a ripple slide over his legs like a soft massage. He groaned as his dick slipped entirely into the hot wetness of his roommate's mouth, throbbing from the naked stimulation. "Oh God, Chris, this. is. incredi..." He broke off and his entire body trembled and shook, "Uuuuuuuungh." The tip of Chris' probing tongue had found Justin's tight sweaty jock hole and was now forcing it's way in, searching for the muskier tastes of Justin that lay within.
Justin's entire body trembled and he gripped the sides of Chris' distorted face, "Oh God, Chris, I'm going to bl-o-o-o-wwww!" His hips bucked, and that last bit of friction sent him over the edge. He bucked helplessly, screaming and spewing load after load onto the top of Chris' mouth. Finally, he collapsed, limply against the carpet, "Oh Chris, if only I'd known! All those horny, lonely nights! When you could have given me a blowjob!" He caressed the sides of Chris' face. Chris didn't respond. Instead he grabbed Justin's wrists. Still high and weakened from his orgasm, Justin didn't realize what was going on until too late. He barely resisted and with half a mind as Chris fed Justin's finger's into his mouth along side his friend's hips.
It wasn't until his head bumped across the floor and he felt the tightness of Chris wrapped around his belly button and forearms that his head cleared enough to remember what was going on. That wasn't just a blowjob, Chris was still trying to swallow him! He cursed his horniness and irrepresable hormones. Frantically he kicked his strong swimmer's legs, but they only moved a little, wrapped tightly by Chris' throat as they were.
Things weren't moving fast enough for Chris. The void in belly was becoming more insistant. He had to fill it! His stomach growled again. With a grunt he shifted his hands to Justin's back and heaved back and upward. Groaning and sweating, he lifted Justin over his head and stood up. Justin was now standing inside Chris. In fact, hope surged through him, he could feel the bottom of Chris' stomach against his feet. Maybe he could brace himself and prevent this from going any further...
Chris swallowed, but his squirming meal didn't slide in any farther. Justin was pleading again, "Come on Chris, you've got to stop this! You can't do this! You've got to let me out!" but Chris didn't hear him. His mind was entirely focused on filling his stomach with whatever was there, and Justin was there. He reached up and gripped the backs of Justin's shoulders. His muscles bulged as he pulled downward, simultaneously swallowing repeatedly. Justin shouted, "NO!" as the combined efforts of Chris' bulging arms and impossible throat overcame his resistance and buckled his knees, sinking him into Chris up to his chest.
Somewhere in his mind, Chris was thankful to gravity. Justin's broad shoulders were taking a lot of effort to encompass. Justin's pleas were softer now, Chris' body almost crushing the breath from him. For a moment, Justin thought he might be saved by the breadth of his shoulders. He had felt Chris swallow twice, but he hadn't moved. But then Chris grabbed his shoulders again and with a wet *sluuup!* he jerked downwards and his neck was surrounded by the tight necklace of Chris' lips.
Justin looked down into Chris' eyes, pleading, "Come on buddy. We've been friends for years! Please don't do this. I'll do anything. I'll do your homework, clean your laundry. You want a blowjob?" But he found no sympathy, or even humanity in the wild hunger driven eyes of his roommate. His pleas were squashed from his lungs and then gagged completely as Chris swallowed, his throat constricting around Justin's chest and lips creeping up to cover Justin's mouth. Chris put a hand on the top of Justin's head and pushed as he swallowed. With a quiet
His stomach finally sated, Chris's mind began to shake off the fog that had descended. He staggered under the sudden awareness of the weight in his stomach. Sitting down in Justin's chair he looked at his bulging stomach, amazed at himself. "Holy shit. I actually ATE a man!" he said, softly, watching Justin's form slowly shift within himself. Justin's voice floated up to him, much muffled, from his own stomach, "Hey Chris? Let me out of here man! You gotta let me out!" Surprised by his own calmness at the situation, Chris chuckled, "What do you think I am, J? It's not like I locked you in a closet and can just 'let you out.' I ATE you bud! I swallowed you right down into my big tight tummy!" He patted Justin's form, then paused, head cocked, "You know, I should thank you buddy, I'm finally full. I haven't been not-hungry in years... not since I started wrestling, freshman year of highschool. It feels good to be full again..." Justin's voice rose in pitch, "That's great dude. So, just, like, cough me up and we'll borrow Dave's car and go down to the twenty-four hour food mart and get you like a hundred pounds of cold cuts. How's that sound? It'll be on me."
Chris smiled, he wasn't sure how he did this or why he enjoyed it so much, but he decided to go with it, "That's a nice offer, buddy, but I think you should have offered sooner! I've already got more than a hundred pounds of nice tasty coldcuts in me already! And dinner isn't just on you, Justin, it IS you!" He licked his fingers, tasting the last remnants of his roommate, "Besides, cold cuts are fattening. YOU'RE nice and toned, no extra. You'll make me stronger Justin. Don't you want to help your roomie?" Justin, unsurprisingly, panicked. It was clear that even with whatever had posessed his roommate passed, he didn't intend on letting Justin escape. He began to struggle, stretching the walls of Chris' stomach and trying to find an exit, yelling the entire time.
"Now Justin, you know once I've made up my mind I'm not going to... oh... don't stop..." Chris groaned. Justin's frantic struggling felt like an internal body massage. Chris could feel his back relaxing, spine snapping back into alignment, and the rubbing and stretching! He reached past his squirming stomach and pulled his instantly leaking dick from his shorts. His horniness, spurred by Justin's struggles made him almost frantic. He pumped his cock as hard and fast as he could, concentrating all his mind on the feelings emanating from his stomach. Suddenly, every muscle in his body tensed. A rippling shudder began in his toes and worked it's way up his body like some huge orgasmic rogue wave. As his stomach clenched in orgasmic frenzy he felt Justin's struggling become even more frantic and stimulating, adding yet more amplitude to the wave. Chris' body jerked and writhed in pleasure, cum spraying everywhere, wave after wave. Finally the terrible majesty that was his climax subsided and Chris collapsed, exhausted. He patted his stomach - much smaller now - again, "Thanks buddy. That was incredible." Justin didn't respond. "Buuurrrrrrrrup!" Chris belched, hugely. His stomach collapsed yet further, "Oh, well, I guess that was the air I swallowed with him. I doubt he'd want to be awake for this anyway."
Chris leaned back in the chair and scratched his balls. The huge meal followed by the most incredible jackoff session ever had tired him and he drifted towards sleep. He'd have to clean up the mess he made later. And he supposed he should find another roommate. He thought he'd make sure to find a nice tight built short guy, just in case his coach ever wanted him to crash diet again... or he got bored...
~The End