Partners
By: GetInMyStomach

The next day, Brad was still in my belly. I held off letting my gut process him as long as was possible, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. I reclined in my favorite chair and dozed to the sounds of Brad slowly digesting inside my stomach.

Rick was sitting on the couch, fascinated. The day before, he had asked for me to teach him how to swallow guys like I could. I told him it was as easy as just doing it. He didn’t believe me, so I just lay back and dozed in silence. My stomach gurgled occasionally as it worked on turning Brad into a ball of fat that would be added to my belly. It always amused me when people gawked at me. I hated wearing shirts so this happened often. I was fairly slim all over except for a round pot belly I wore with pride.

Right now I had considerably more than a pot belly, but it would soon return to normal.

Rick broke the silence. “I can’t wait.”

I belched. “You’re going to wait for my stomach to finish what it’s doing. And if you don’t stop complaining, I’ll put you into my stomach as well.”

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Later on that day, we returned to the construction yard, a favorite place of mine. Rick looked around hungrily. While I was into the older guys, Rick seemed interested in the younger college student types eagerly running around, struggling to get rid of their round paunch, the result of too much beer and pizza.

We watched them for what seemed like hours until opportunity almost crashed right into us.

“Hey, watch it!”

The guy was incredible…and very shirtless. About my age, brown hair and a body to make any mouth drool. He was built like a tank around a fat, pudgy gut. I could almost hear the saliva dripping from Rick’s mouth.

He looked around and when he knew he was safe, he grabbed the unsuspecting guy and shoved him into his mouth, clothes and all.

Screamed protests were quickly muffled as the guy’s head was shoved down Rick’s throat. Gulping furiously, he began to slowly pull the guy into his mouth.

I moved forward and helpfully undid the poor guy’s belt and removed his pants as he was hungrily gulped down Rick’s eager throat.

The guy’s arms thrashed as he tried to escape, but Rick’s hunger was too great. He gave a massive gulp, and pulled the guy up to his chest. Then he settled into a series of rhythmic gulping and the man began to pick up speed as he slid into Rick’s mouth. The guy’s stomach was next, followed by his crotch and finally his legs.

It was all done so fast as Rick mercilessly pulled the man into his own stomach. There was a loud gurgle and his belly swelled up hugely to make room for the still struggling meal. He fell to his knees, thrown off balance by the movement inside his belly.

Giving up, he fell flat on his back, gasping as his mountainous stomach ballooned above him. I could hear muffled screams, primal and terrified as Rick’s meal realized just what was going to happen to him. Unlike me, Rick had not yet learned how to stave off digestion. The screams grew quieter and quieter and the movement finally stopped. Minutes later his massive belly began gurgling loudly, signaling that his stomach was now digesting the man.

I looked on, smiling. For a first try, it was well executed.

I left Rick in an alleyway, nearly unconscious and delirious with pleasure. If anyone stumbled onto him, the sight would be too unusual for them to understand. He’d be fine.

I preferred willing meals.

I spotted just the man. He was about 40, hair just beginning to grey. He was well muscled, but a large belly seemed to be winning the battle. He had that look in his eye. He wanted something more, but couldn’t understand what.

I approached him.

He glanced at me and smiled. “You shouldn’t be here. This area’s off limits to observers.”

“I’ll be really quick.”

“Stay around as long as you want. As long as no one catches you, you’ll be fine.” His gaze kept going to my protruding paunch. “Tell me, how can a guy as young as you have such a huge beer belly?”

“Oh it isn’t a beer belly.”

“No? I see. Well what is it?” he slapped his own belly. I’d have given anything to have a gut like this when I was younger, but now. Now it just gets in the way.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why, you like it?”

“Actually, yeah, I do.”

He smiled roguishly. “You want to rub it? I’m always in the mood for a good belly rub.”

“If I do, will you do something for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“I want you to get into my stomach.”

He blinked. “You want to eat me?”

“I want to swallow you. I want you inside my belly.”

He laughed. “I don’t think I’ll fit, let along this monster.” He slapped his gut with both hands. Then he stopped and looked at me. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t even have to say another thing. The sudden bulge in his jeans told me everything I needed to know.

“So you want to?” I asked.

He paused for a while before answering. “I’ve wanted this all my life. I never even thought it was possible. Hell yeah, I want to get into your belly. I want you to swallow me whole. I want to be inside your stomach.” He was almost shaking now.

He took off his clothes and pushed my mouth open.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want to feed myself to you. You won’t have to do anything except swallow. But I want this. I want to put myself into your belly.”

I grinned and leaned back as he pushed his head into my mouth and began feeding himself to me.

I just sat back and gulped occasionally, but the sensation was incredible. My throat muscles didn’t have to work as he pushed himself down towards my stomach. His large belly was next, but he grabbed it with his hands and massaged his fat, softening it. Then he sucked it in and pulled himself into my throat.

I gulped involuntarily as his large, warm belly was forced into my mouth and began to slowly slide down my throat. My stomach began growling loudly, waiting for its next meal.

Once he got up to his legs, he couldn’t force himself in any further. I leaned back my head and gave a massive gulp. He slid down my throat and into my waiting belly without a sound.

I leaned back and belched loudly. He was now curled up inside my stomach, as happy as one could be.

I patted my gut and there was a shift of movement in response.

I could barely begin to understand what had just happened. I didn’t even have to work at all. He had fed his entire body to me, doing all the work for me.

I glanced down at my massive belly and watched it swell with each of his breaths, his own belly pushing out mine.

I struggled to my feet and went in search of Rick. I found him right where I’d left him. The both of us, staggering as if drunk, made our ways to my car and settled in. Within moments we had passed out, lulled to sleep by the gentle gurgles as our stomachs digested our latest meals.

The End