Eating Matt
By: GuyGuy
I’d met Matt off one of the typical big guy websites… Biggercity maybe, or was it beefyfrat. Anyway, it didn’t matter, I knew he was into my big gut and I was into guys who were into my big gut. I’d worked hard to get to my current size (6’2”, 350#, 60” belly) and I wanted to get off on it as much as possible. I loved to watch a cute guy worship my belly; rubbing it all over, licking it, and digging his face into it. As if that wasn’t weird enough, I’d often times think about what it would be like to have him inside my belly. Sometimes I’d even get hungry as I thought about eating the guy I was with, but I’d always stop myself short of actually eating him. Something told me Matt might be different.
You see, Matt wasn’t my usual type – I typically prefer hooking up with big guys like me. But he was cute and there was something about him that made me want to meet him. At 5’10” and 140 pounds, it was easy to imagine how I could eat him seeing as he was less than half my size.
I was in town for a quick vacation and Matt was at the top of my list for guys to meet. Unfortunately, he was preoccupied most of the weekend, but thanks to a date gone awry, he had free time to hang out my last day in town.
Our meeting was pretty typical for a gainer/encourager thing. He took me to a nice place near my hotel that served pulled-pork sandwiches and watched as I devoured five of them. Then we went across the street to one of the local bars. He watched as I downed about eight beers and gobbled up an entire pizza. When I was done, he rubbed my belly shyly under the table.
“Got room for dessert?” he asked, glancing at me seductively.
I wanted him for dessert but I held back. “Sure, any suggestions?”
“I know a good place for pastries.” He said as he slapped my belly.
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We got back to my hotel room and within seconds of closing the door, he had lept onto me and began to kiss me deeply. The éclairs we’d bought fell to the floor along with the remaining beer cans.
We both collapsed on the best and started rolling around, him rubbing my gut and me licking his body. He was a passionate kisser and as he rolled on top of me, I could see a burning desire in his eyes.
“I want to be inside you,” Matt said, straddling my belly.
“You wanna fuck me?” I asked, pushing my belly out so it lifted him up in the air. He didn’t say anything, but stared at me intensely. I pushed him off me using my belly and then pinned him to the bed. He looked so cute, helplessly struggling underneath my massive gut. I leaned in and licked his neck.
“What am I, covered in barbeque sauce?” he asked as he played with my belly.
Did this guy want me to eat him? What the hell was going on? I figured I’d play along subtly.
“Mmmmm, sounds tasty… barbeque Matt,” I muttered as I licked his chest.
Suddenly he stopped rubbing my belly and looked straight at me. Oh shit, I thought. Busted.
He leaned into my ear, still trapped under the weight of my beefy body and whispered, “I want you to eat me.”
Fuck. My heart began racing and my hard-on sprung straight down poking into him. “That sure would make my belly bigger… definitely bigger than any eclairs.” I laughed, sat up straight and pounded my round gut. A deep belch rumbled up. BURRRRRP.
“Oooof, sounds like my belly accepts your offer.” A big smile spread across Matt’s face. I pulled myself off him and quickly stripped him down to his underwear. “Don’t want to have anything get in the way.” I realized my pants were still on. Reaching under my big belly I loosened the belt and undid the zipper. “Gotta make room for you, Matt, you’re gonna fill me up real good.”
He just sat there, almost naked, looking at me. “So you really think you can fit me in there?”
I didn’t know if I could but I sure as hell was going to try. “mmm hmmm,” was all I could say. I was already salivating and struggling to keep from showing just how bad I wanted him in my gut. My belly let out a loud rumble.
“Sounds like your hungry, how does 140 pounds of meat sound?” He said, displaying his body like he was a side of beef or something.
“Sounds like one helluva dessert to me.” I pulled him off the bed and pinned him up against the wall using my gut. He was rock hard. I could tell how bad he wanted to be eaten and I could barely keep myself from gobbling him up right there.
“Am I gonna like it in your belly?” he asked sheepishly.
Fuck. It sounded like he was having second thoughts. “Sure man, it’s gonna be real comfy. I promise I’ll hold off digesting you for as long as I can. You’ll have plenty of time to enjoy your new home.” I don’t think it put him at ease, but I didn’t care. The truth was, I’d try not to digest him right away, but my gut was hungry and I couldn’t be held responsible for when it started converting my snack into bellyfat.
“Well Matt, I knew you wanted to make me bigger, but this is more than I ever could’ve expected. I’m really going to enjoy eating you bro. You’re gonna be a tasty end to a wonderful feeding session. Hope you don’t mind joining all that pizza, beer and pork sandwiches from before.”
I could tell he wanted to say a lot, but I my gut was calling for him and I don’t like waiting for my meal.
“ It’s time for the final course.” I grabbed his body and lifted him up, resting him on my round belly. He began to hump my gut as I leaned in and kissed him deeply. Slowly my mouth began to stretch, encompassing his head.
Suddenly he stopped humping my gut. I had half his head in my mouth when he started to squirm. “Wait, I don’t know if I want to be eaten yet. Please stop, I’m not ready to be digested.”
To be honest, part of me wanted to stop. I’m only human and here was this poor tiny guy, less than half the size of me, staring down my gullet at his fate. But I couldn’t stop. My gut wanted Matt too much and he tasted too good. I gulped again and drew the rest of his head into my gaping maw, turning his pleas for help into muffled noises in my throat.
Now, I’d never eaten a guy before. I always imagined that when I did, I’d take my time gulping him down, slowly tasting every inch of flesh as he slipped further into my gut. But the thing is, when you’re in the moment, the hunger get’s so bad. As much as I wanted to go slowly, I couldn’t stop gulping. One gulp and his shoulders were in my mouth, one more and in went his chest. Poor matt was now halfway down my gullet, his legs flailing a bit. He was still clearly conflicted about being consumed.
I figured he was a good sport in letting me eat him and all, so the least I could do was help him out. As I grabbed his thigh with one hand and lifted the rest of his body into the air, I used the other to start jerking him off. It certainly made him stop squirming so much as I gulped down to his waist and prepared to take in his sumptuous ass. I kept jerked as I heaved him to a 90-degree angle and let gravity go to work. His round cheeks slipped into my mouth as did his cock.
I felt him cum in my throat as I gulletted his thighs, what was left of his legs outside my mouth now relaxed in a post-coital rest. “One more gulp to go,” I thought, regretting that this snack was going to be over so quick. I tiled by head back and gulped in the rest of Matt, sending his body down my throat and into my rapidly expanding hairy belly.
The shift in weight threw me off balance. I was already in complete ecstasy from having eaten my first real man and the feeling of 140 extra pounds of belly weight was almost too much to bear. I began cumming loads over the bottom of my rounded belly, shooting against the wall as I grabbed my massively bloated gut with both arms.
The feeling was unbelievable. I had a real live guy inside my belly, stretching it to the max. Matt really had made me huge.
I collapsed back on the bed, my mountainous ball belly sticking up in the air. I could see Matt inside there struggling, faint moans coming from within. Maybe he was calling to be let out, or maybe he was just moaning in pleasure. I want to say I cared, but I didn’t. He wasn’t Matt anymore. He was lunch. And now my gut was going to digest him with all the other food I’d devoured earlier.
I popped open another beer and began pouring the brew down my throat. The taste of Matt’s juicy body mixing with the flavor of Heineken.
I let out a massive satisfying belch, which only made him squirm more. I couldn’t believe it, but I was hard again. “Fuck Matt, you really know how to turn me on!” I said to my belly as I grabbed my dick with my right hand, finished off the beer and chucked the can across the room. I began feverishly jerking myself (I couldn’t even see my dick over my 120 inch belly) as I rubbed my stuffed gut with my right hand. He felt so good in there. It’s like he belonged inside me. I couldn’t wait to start digesting him, turning him into more bellymeat.
I reached down and grabbed the box of éclairs. At this point, eating them seemed like more of a formality, but I was never one to waste food, so I gulped the entire box down as I continued jerking and rubbing my stuffed gut.
In less than a minute I was cumming again. As I shot loads across the room I kept belching.
“Thanks…eerppp…. For… burrrrpppp…. The good…. Arrrrrrpppp…. Meal….. ooof”
I finished cumming and just cradled my Matt-filled belly. He was in there alright, though his movements had slowed. He was probably losing consciousness, which was probably for the best, because I wanted to start digesting him soon.
I passed out on the bed, looking like some freakshow with a bloated gut, that would rumble as I slept.
I woke up 14 hours later, dazed like a really bad hangover. Glancing at my watch I realized the time. “Fuck my flight’s in 3 hours!” I’d slept through the night. I couldn’t remember if I’d really eaten Matt, or if it was just another vivid dream. I looked down and saw my belly, noticeably bigger, though not as big as I remembered after I’d swallowed him. I sat up. His clothes were still on the floor, but he wasn’t around. I looked in the bathroom, thinking maybe he’d gotten up to get a shower. Not there either.
Just then, I let out a thick wet belch. The taste was familiar. It was pork, pizza, beer… and… Matt. A smile spread across my face. I slapped my gut, which was at least 20 inches bigger than it’s normal 60 inch girth. “You were delicious Matt. I’m only sorry you couldn’t be here to see how big you’ve made me.”
I realized I had to pack quick, attempting to throw on my regular shirt, but realizing it barely covered half of my gut. “Fuck, my clothes don’t fit.” I managed to throw on enough clothes to cover the essential areas and threw everything else in my bag. I grabbed Matt’s shirt and threw it in too. “Souvenir,” I thought. Sorta like one of those shirts that reads “I ate ten burgers at BigBob’s Restaurant,”
except I didn’t eat ten burgers. I ate Matt.
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As I boarded my plane I realized just how much he’d added to my belly. I plopped into the seat, my round gut touching the tray table in front of me. “Damn Matt, look how fuckin big you’ve made me!” I thought as I tried to buckle in. I barely managed to buckle the seatbelt around my waist, which was, fortunately, still a reasonable circumference. Thank god it was an empty flight.
An attractive young man sat a couple seats over. He looked like he was maybe 25, muscular, at least 190 pounds. My mouth began to water as I thought about what he would taste like in my gut. Fuck, Matt, looks like you’ve started something big.
I leaned over and introduced myself to the attractive man.
“Hi I’m Scott, nice to meet you,” he said, never taking his eyes off my gut. It must’ve looked freakish stuffed into the airplane seat. If only he’d known how big it was yesterday evening.
“It’s cool if you look man, everyone does. It’s the best part about having such a big belly.”
“Sorry man, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just, it looks… well… really big. What the hell did you eat?”
“Just some of the local cuisine,” I said, laughing as I slapped my gut.
He leaned across the aisle to another man who looked a lot like him. I overheard the whisper, “Hey Brad, get a load of his gut… looks like he swallowed a horse or something.”
“Damn bro,” Brad exclaimed, “that’s an impressive looking belly you’ve got there. You pregnant?”
“Sorry, where are my manners, this is Brad, my older brother,” Scott said, clearly embarrassed at his remark. “He’s got a big problem with filtering his thoughts.” Scott punched brad in the shoulder. “Cut it out bro”.
“It’s fine guys, like I said, I’m used to it. Plus, I love this sucker, it’s fun to see how much I can fit into it.” I let out a light belch.
“Nice man,” Brad chuckled. “I’d like to see how much you can fit. Hey I gotta use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” He got up and made his way down the aisle to the back of the empty plane.
“Come to think of it, I should probably go too,” I muttered, standing up and inching my way past Scott.
I didn’t know if I had room in my gut for two brothers at almost 200 pounds a piece, especially right after eating Matt. But I had a six hour flight to find out.
The End