Roommates
By: GetInMyStomach

I was exhausted and was really looking forward to relaxing after a day of work. As I pulled into my parking spot, I noticed a familiar white car parked across the way. Jeff was home.

We’d been friends since High school and it only made sense to live together as we were both in the same program. My friends all thought it was a hilarious pairing what with Jeff’s hard, chiseled body and my rather slender build, but I didn’t care. He didn’t know I was gay, but I was considering telling him soon. He wouldn’t mind and I was pretty sure he knew already, but it’s always nice to be upfront about these things.

The sight that greeted me as I walked in the front door was somewhat staggering. Ok, my jaw dropped and my knees almost buckled.

Jeff was stretched out on the couch moaning. His gut was enormous. Coming from a man who one could usually grate cheese on his perfect abs, this was something of an understatement. It was almost bigger than he was. Every little movement he made caused his huge belly to sway precariously.

“What the fuck happened?” was all I could really say. The sight was oddly compelling as the movement in my jeans attested to, but it was still shocking. His eyes flashed open and he struggled to look at me, a strange grin spreading over his face. “I ate him. He’s in my belly.”

I just stared. “Who?”

“Justin. Last night.” He paused to moan as deep gurgles began emanating from his massive stomach, sounding like thick, heavy cream being stirred in a huge vat.

I couldn’t even respond. I looked again at his belly (actually I just focused more on it. It was impossible to take my eyes off of it.)

“There was a party last night…fuck that feels good!” He moaned again as the gurgling grew louder. I stared in disbelief as the realization hit me. He was digesting a full grown man. There was a man digesting in Jeff’s stomach. I had to keep repeating it to myself inside my head, it was too surreal.

He continued talking, pausing every now and then. “There was a party last night and we were all there. We got pretty drunk and began making dares.”

“Good God…” was all I could say, and that really wasn’t adequate enough.

“Anyway, Justin was there and was being the usual jackass that he is. He stripped off his shirt and said he could eat 50 eggs, just like in that movie.”

“Cool Hand Luke,” I said smiling. That movie was a favorite of mine for many reasons. One of which was the sight of Paul Newman almost unconscious on his back, his gut swollen and hard.

“Yeah that’s it. Well he did it, eventually. His stomach was pretty full when he was done. And there was something about seeing him like that. I don’t know what it was. But it was hot.”

I blinked. Jeff was straight. At least I had assumed he was straight. It might have been the alcohol at the time, though.

“His gut was so full. Well I had this crazy thought go through my head. I offered to let him sleep here at our place and then I’d drive him back to his car the next day. He agreed. Shit that was the hardest drive I’d ever had to make. There’s this guy next to me, his stomach bulging out in front of him, his shirt’s in the back seat…well I almost didn’t make it.”

I was in a state of something between shock and intense arousal. This was just getting to be too nice.

“So we got home and I lay down on the sofa, offering him my bed. Instead, he wants to sleep on the sofa with me. Can you believe it? Justin was gay. I never would have guessed. Well, one thing led to another, and…well….he ended up a very happy man. Then after that, he fell asleep, his face resting on my chest. I don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe it was the beer, I don’t know, but I swallowed him. I swallowed him quickly in a few long, loud gulps and well…” he patted the sides of his gut, “he’s still in there. I think by now my stomach’s been digesting him for about two hours, once I woke up, strangely enough.” He paused to let out a long, low belch.

I put my hands on his massive belly. It was round, but slightly soft. It was now gurgling gently and every few minutes or so, Jeff would burp loudly.

“I’m…wow.” I really wasn't at all articulate at this point.

He smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. I’ve seen you checking out big guys before. I wanted to tell you that I was also gay, but the opportunity never presented itself.”

“Well I’ll say you did a good job of it. Fuck, man, what’s it feel like?”

He moaned quietly as something settled inside his belly. “It feels fucking amazing. I can feel him in my stomach. I can feel my stomach digesting him. It’s like - Fuck!” He shuddered and I heard a loud, bubbling gurgle come from his stomach as Justin shifted inside it. My hard on was getting painful by this point.

We stopped talking and I sat by his side for hours, rubbing his swollen gut as it began to slowly shrink. By the end of it all, his washboard stomach was now a hard basketball of fat jutting out from under his pecs, which were meatier and slightly soft. His hard body now had a thin layer of fat, softening him and making him just that much hotter. By the time his stomach had finished with its massive meal, he was soaked with sweat and exhausted from the effort. “Come on,” I told him, helping him up. “let’s get you into the shower and then let’s get you to bed.”

He had trouble walking after laying down for so long and because of the new weight that was now occupying his belly. Every step he made, caused it to jiggle slightly.

Once he was in bed, I dashed into my room and jacked of harder than I ever have in the past. Images of Jeff flooded my over stimulated brain as I pumped my cock. When I finally let go, I drenched my chest and stomach in cum. I fell asleep, smiling, as I thought of what the future would hold for Jeff’s belly, and for me.

The End