The Construction Worker
By: GetInMyStomach

Nobody asked why I was sitting on the bench watching them. I think they enjoyed it. The construction guys were working on something, I wasn’t quite sure what. I was more interested in them. They came in all types. There were the older, muscular guys who took every opportunity to take off their shirts. There were the pot-bellied guys whose large stomachs jutted out proudly from their muscular chests. Then there were the younger, new guys. Wiry and lean, constantly looking to the older, more experienced guys for reassurance that they were doing things right.

My eyes followed the older, muscular guys. Some were forty and up, but they still bared their hairy chests and ripped abs proudly.

My stomach rumbled.

Since I was a teenager, I have had an almost insatiable hunger. I’d eat and eat and eat and never gain a pound. I’d gorge myself until my belly was hard and swollen and the next day, I’d be back to my original, lean stomach. I wasn’t very muscular, but I was proud of my stomach. Over the years, as I forced myself to eat more and more in order to calm my hungry belly, I had found I was able to fit more and more into it. When it got to the point that I had eaten so much that my belly was the size of an exercise ball, heavy, hard and completely packed with food, I knew I could start trying something more interesting.

That same day, when I lay there, my enormous belly gurgling and sloshing loudly as it processed the pounds and pounds of food that I’d forced into it, I thought of putting something into my belly that would be wholly more satisfying.

I liked men. Not just because I was gay, but because my belly liked men too. I had discovered that I could swallow a man whole. The first time had been rushed and not very pleasant as I hadn’t really learned to gulp something so large down into my stomach, but I soon caught on.

Today, I was looking for someone else. I saw him immediately. He was about 45 with a little bit of grey at his temples. His shirt was riding up, exposing a rippling, muscular stomach covered in brown hair. His face had been shaven recently, but he had a few days growth of stubble. His arms were taut and bulging and his chest strained at the fabric of his shirt. He glanced over at me and saw me smile and, instead of giving me some kind of uncomfortable look, he smiled right back.

It certainly wasn’t because of my looks. I’m 21 and slender with little to no muscle definition. But he saw something in my eyes that I was trying to make blatantly obvious.

I wanted him. In response, my belly let out another grumble so loud, one of the guys looked up at me and frowned.

“Was that your gut, man?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“You’d better eat something. If my belly was protesting like that, I’d sure give it what it wanted.”

“Thanks, I‘ll do that.”

I got up and made my way back to my car. A few moments later, the guy I had been watching was standing there, waiting for me.

“Uh, I don’t know what it is, but I had to talk to you.” He ran his hands through his sweaty hair as he thought of what to say.

“I don’t know why I’m even here. I should be working, but…um…well here!” He peeled off his shirt and chucked it aside. “You like looking at me. I can tell. What do you want me to do. I’ll do anything.”

“I want you inside my belly,” I said simply.

He just stared at me for a moment before replying, “I was kinda hoping you wanted to suck my cock.”

“That too.”

“So what, you want to eat me?” Sweat had started to run freely down his chest.

“I want to swallow you and put you inside my stomach.”

He looked down at my flat belly and smirked. “You got some weird kinks, but yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”

“You want to?” I asked, slightly confused. “Without hesitation?”

He smiled again. “Well I saw the way you looked at me and, I mean you obviously really like my body. I mean, look at you, you’re cock’s straining to get out of your pants there.”

I glanced down, the front of my jeans was bulging out.

He continued. “All my life people seemed to always like me for my body, but hated me when they got to know me. You probably won’t want to be with me when you know me. And now I’m 46 and people seem to presume I’m past my prime.”

“Your body still looks incredible.”

“But people only look at the birthday on my drivers license. They want young guys, like you. What I would give for your age.”

“Come with me,” I said simply and headed for the back alley. He followed.

“So what do you want to do, now?” he said as we got there. “Let me guess, I’ll strip for ya.”

He pulled off his grimy jeans and slipped his fingers into his briefs to pull them off.

“Leave your briefs on.”

“But they’re sweaty and…don’t you want to see my cock?”

“When you’re inside my stomach, I’ll enjoy your body much more.”

“Well go ahead then. Swallow me. Put me inside your belly. I’ve wanted to be inside of a man’s belly all my life. I want this. Swallow me.”

I ran my hand down his chest slowly. His body was slick with sweat and I could see a slight shiver run through him despite the burning heat. His chest and stomach flexed as he shivered again.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Well, I mean…yeah I am. What are you gonna do, anyway? I won’t really fit in your stomach.”

“What makes you say that? My belly can stretch.”

“Yeah, but I mean…I’m talking about in real life. Obviously, you’re not going to actually swallow me…are you?”

“I’m going to gulp you down and put you into my belly and I’m going to keep you there for as long as I can.”

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else. I was on him in a flash. I did it quickly. His head was in my mouth, followed by his shoulders. I gave another massive gulp and he began sliding down faster and faster. His chest was next, the hairs brushing my lips. Then his rippling stomach was next. All I could see were the rapid contractions of his abs as he struggled. Soon his legs and then his feet. My belly swelled hugely as it made room for him.

It was all over in a few moments. I stood there, savoring his sweat that was still running down my throat.

In a moment of complete ecstasy, my cock shot an enormous load, filling the front of my jeans. I couldn’t see it or reach it. My belly was enormous. I staggered under the weight as the man shifted and settled inside my gut. I felt a growing warmth and then a sudden stillness. He had jacked off inside me, adding his cum to the inside of my massive stomach.

I sat back heavily, my huge belly gurgling loudly every time he moved. I was still for what seemed like hours. I concentrated on my stomach and concentrated on the inside of my stomach. I didn’t want to digest him just yet. I wanted to hold him inside my stomach for as long as possible.

I moaned as the contents of my belly shifted visibly followed by a prolonged, loud gurgle as he settled in comfortably. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. They wouldn’t believe it and keep walking, telling themselves they were seeing things a few moments later. They’d never even consider a gorgeous 46 year old construction worker was now inside the belly of a usually slender 21 year old.

Honestly, who would believe such a thing?

The End