The Affair
By: GuyGuy

That uneasy, foreboding feeling had become familiar. The downstairs neighbors had moved out, leaving an eleven hundred square foot question mark beneath me. I had good luck and bad with downstairs neighbors, and I couldn't help but wonder what would inhabit the space below me next. There had been just about every nationality that had included industrious breeders and odorous chefs. It was a Thursday night when I found the substantial U-Haul truck parked in front of the entrance to my quartet of apartments.

Parking my new 993 in my assigned spot, chirping the alarm as I walked away, I tried to spy on who was unloading the truck. A young woman came out of the walkway wiping her forehead. She smiled and we said hello.

"Moving in?" I asked, attempting to be the neighborhood one-man welcome wagon. She talked for a while, indicating that her and her husband had moved from somewhere back in the Midwest, but her words faded like turning the volume down on the radio as her husband emerged from the apartment and walked towards where we stood. His loose yellow weight lifter pants and old white T-shirt still showed off his beefy build despite their casual fit. His broad shoulders, thick arms, and big juicy pecs were more than adequate to suggest powerful bench-pressing ability, and his tree-trunk legs looked as though they could hold up a house. There was an obvious softening to him despite all of the muscles crowded on his six-foot-one frame, and his stomach was broader and thicker than the average jock's. His early twenties were apparent in his face, and he had a sweet innocent look to him under a hefty mop of sandy brown hair.

He shook my hand and introduced himself as Keith. He was a little sweaty, and apologized for getting my hand a tiny bit soggy. I told him it was nothing to worry about, welcomed them both again, and then headed up the stairs. I couldn't resist looking back to catch a glimpse of his rear, and I marveled at the chunky butt that resembled two bear cubs wrestling in his pants.

Spring progressed, and I soon found that Keith was around the house quite a bit. I would come home early from work sometimes, or leave at lunch to work at home for the rest of the day, and I could tell he was home. He spent a lot of time spit-shining his old Camaro, never being without a frosty can of beer. Sometimes I would go to the window to watch him, and could tell, even from a distance, that he was getting fat. He loved spending shirtless hours working on that old Camaro, and every time I saw him I knew that his solid midsection was a little bit thicker than the last. I hoped that he was indeed gaining weight, and that it just wasn't me seeing what I wanted to be seeing.

One Wednesday, I decided to come home at lunch and maybe take Keith up on an earlier offer to chow down. I was bummed that I didn't see Keith's Camaro when I parked, and I trudged upstairs a little angry. About a half hour later, I heard the rumble of a big American V8 outside my bedroom window, and then someone coming up the stairs. Quickly I pulled on a pair of shorts and got ready to answer the door.

When I opened the door, my expectations were far exceeded. There was Keith, stuffed like a sausage into those stone washed Levi's with the top button popped open. A purple and white striped tank top stretched itself taut around his beefy chest and round belly, accenting his belly button. The tank top didn't quite cover his whole belly, and there was a thick line of bare skin where his shirt and jeans separated. He carried a six-pack of Budweiser in one hand.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure!" I said, trying to control my excitement.

"I didn't know you were going to be home for lunch, or I would have waited."

"Oh...did you already eat, Keith?"

A smile curled on his lips and his free hand went to his belly. He thumped it while he told me he had taken advantage of McDonald's two-for-one Big Mac special twice, along with super size fries, a large chocolate shake, and two apple pies.

"Wow. That's a hearty lunch, Keith."

"Aah, wasn't too bad. Belly is kinda full, I'll admit. Not too bad, though, not too bad." He turned sideways and slid his hand down the curved front of his swollen belly. He smiled and asked if he could put the beer in my fridge. I followed him into the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on his incredibly hot bubble butt that swung seductively from side-to-side in front of me. His love handles were chunkier from the rear view, and his butt was definitely bigger. I noticed the stress on the seams of his favorite jeans.

"What's this?" Keith asked, pointing at a large pan on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I made some goodies for the people at work, but I forgot to take them in this morning-- I was in a rush."

"Sure looks good!"

"Want to try one?"

"You bet!"

I cut a large square of peanut-butter chocolate bar and put it on a plate for him.

"Got milk?" He asked, making us both chuckle remembering the amusing ad campaign.

"Sure."

After pouring him a tall glass of milk, he inhaled the generous piece of dessert. Licking his lips and wiping back drool, he stared at the pan of peanut-butter chocolate bars. I sat down at the kitchen table with some work I had to do.

"Keith, go ahead and help yourself there," I told him. It was all the invitation he needed. The beefy hunk took up residence in the kitchen, slicing off giant pieces of the calorie-packed goody, and devouring the thick chunks like he'd been starved all morning. He slugged down milk out of the tall glass and refilled it when it got close to being empty. My eyes darted back and forth between his chewing mouth and his swelling belly. His belly was so round and thick, and grew lengthwise as evidenced by Keith's action to unbutton another taut jeans button. How could I concentrate on work when this beefy hunk was getting totally fat and bloated in my kitchen?

"So, Keith, how is it?"

"It's excellent." He looked at the pan. "Whoa, I guess I'm really making a pig out of myself." Keith tilted the pan my way to show me that he'd eaten more than half of the pan full. “Don’t know why, but being around you is making me hungry again!”

"Oh, don't worry about it. I can make more. Don’t want a big man like you to go hungry"

“Thanks man, I don’t like to go hungry either… Once this belly decides it want’s to eat, I’ve found it’s better to feed it,” he said as he laughed heartily and pounded his gut.

“Excellent. Well, I’m not a big eater, so anything you see in here, feel free to gobble it up.”

“Oh don’t worry, I got my eyes on something,” he said as he looked me up and down. There was a moment of silence as our eyes locked. But the gaze was broken as he dug his hand into the pan and grabbed another gob of the dessert.

“Well I’m glad you like them so much.”

Keith emitted a loud deep belch after finishing his second tall glass of milk, and turned to lean his padded bubble butt against the counter. His belly pooched out in front over the top of the open button fly, and his tank top had inched up slightly to make him look even more swollen. He just stood there, looking my way. His hand traversed the front of his rounded belly in more of a check of size than anything else.

"Oooofff. I feel fat." He told me. "I should stop eating before my belly busts itself."

I got out of my chair, shifting my hard-on and knowing my face was flushed with the obviously increased blood flow. Giggling nervously about his comment, I walked to the fridge and grabbed one of his beers. Standing by the stove across from him, I watched intently as he pulled up his tank top to bare his substantially swollen belly. Keith sighed and relaxed his abdominal muscles to let his belly push out a bit farther. He rubbed his hefty round belly in circles, putting both hands on it so that each could do its part. The room was strangely silent, and he broke the silence with a belch-- louder than before. Taking a long drink of beer, I kept my eyes trained on his full belly with his hands going around in lazy circles. "So, Keith, two jeans buttons?"

Keith halfheartedly leaned forward and then straightened back up as he rubbed his hand back and forth under his rounded belly. "Uh huh, two jeans buttons. I'm gettin' too fat for these jeans, and I expect it won't be long before I'm shoppin' for the next size up." He kept rubbing his bared belly as he relaxed against the counter in front of me.

"So, put on some weight since you've been here, huh?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. A little, since I've been here." He looked over his front in admiration again. "Guess I'm gettin' a pretty fat belly."

"Hmmm, yeah... Some would tend to agree with that, Keith." I told him, smiling with approval. Taking another swig of beer gave me the courage to reach forward and poke his belly right in the center where it was most solid.

"Nothin' beats the feeling of a heavy, tight bellyful after I've been chuggin' brewskis or stuffin' myself with good food. Takes a lotta work to grow a nice belly-- I should know, 'cuz I've been workin' on it for a while. Takes a lot of meat… I try to get enough beef and pork… whatever it takes to fill me up."

"I thought so. I'd see you out there workin' on that Camaro of yours, and I swore you were gettin' a belly."

"Yep, been eatin' a lot of… umm… meat and drinkin' lots of beer. Gettin' lazy and ridin' the couch a lot watching TV" Keith thumped his fat belly. "I watch the Young and the Restless and watch my belly grow at the same time!"

"Isn't your wife going to put you on a diet pretty soon, I mean, she's got to notice the baby beer keg stickin' out over your Levis, right?"

"Well, she did say something about that last night in bed. She was laying behind me and had her hand on top of my belly. Of course, she had made one of my favorites for dinner, and I had gorged myself until I could barely move. She patted my gut and told me that I should probably start exercising again."

"So what did you tell her?"

"I said that I could lose the weight any time I wanted to."

"Of course." We both laughed. "Of course you can, Keith." I spread my fingers and pushed against his belly; a move that caused him to drop his beefy arms to his sides. "There's no rush, though, ya know."

After patting his belly a couple of times, I reached behind him and picked up the pan of peanut-butter chocolate bars. "You know, these dessert bars are pretty fattening."

"I better finish them off, then. We don't want them falling into the wrong hands."

Soon enough, Keith was chewing away on another big piece of dessert bar in one hand, holding a full glass of milk in the other.

"Man, a year ago, when I was sweatin' my ass off in the gym everyday, I never would have believed this."

"What?"

"Oh, that I would have sprouted a potbelly that I would keep feeding all the time. I used to give the fat guys a really hard time at my gym. I remember this building contractor that I used to do bench press sets with on Wednesdays. Nice guy-- had a decent build and a big round belly on him. He got married, and kept getting bigger and bigger; I used to pat his belly when I'd see him. We were weighing in on the scale in the locker room one day, and I watched him step onto the platform and slide those weights until they balanced out at 304 pounds.”

“How big is he now?”

“I’m not sure… He kinda disappeared a while back, right around the time he reached 310 pounds.” Keith glanced down at his belly and grinned, he looked like he was remembering something nice.

Since Keith's hands were full, I took the liberty of putting my hand back on his belly and rubbing it.

He finished the whole pan of peanut-butter chocolate bars, and was in dessert heaven. His swollen belly bulged out into space like it defied gravity, and I found it very difficult to part from rubbing it. He seemed to enjoy it, or at least he seemed comfortable with it.

"Want to sit down for a minute? I've got some work that I just have to get done."

"Sure." He came over to the table, pulled out a kitchen chair, plopped himself down, and immediately spread his legs apart and pulled his shoulders to the rear to arch his back. Looking down at his still-bared smooth belly, he spanked it with admiration.

“ I must look downright pregnant with my belly all big and full, huh?"

"Just like Schwarzenegger in Junior."

We chuckled.

"You know, Keith, I really should have you up for dinner sometime."

"That would be great. I’d love to have you for dinner… er, I mean have dinner here with you"

A week later, I came home from work at three o'clock or so, and found the chunky stud waxing his Camaro in one of the empty covered spaces.

His butter smooth plump belly stuck out over his sweatpants, and he kept pulling them up as the waistband kept sliding far under his belly in front.

He moved around a little slower from the extra weight he'd put on, and took a breather when he saw me pull up. Keith tilted his head back to drain the can of beer in his hand, then walked over to meet me at my car.

His belly loomed larger and larger as he approached, and the smell of his breath affirmed that his belly was full of beer. We talked for a few minutes about nothing in particular, and I asked if he'd like to take me up on my dinner invitation for Tuesday night. He said that his wife was going to be going out of town on a business trip, and he was grateful for the invitation. Keith went back over to his car, and I went upstairs to plan the menu.

The dinner went very well. I got to enjoy Keith's company for dinner. He kept looking at me hungrily as if he had something to say, but would then look away and bury his face in some pizza or a cake. I had thought he was trying to tell me he might be gay… or even bi, but I would later discover he was harboring another secret.

Consistently wonderful meals filled up Keith's growing belly that ended up padding his muscular ex-jock physique in all the best places. Too big around the middle for his favorite stone washed Levi's, Keith's shopping trip to the mall put a couple 40" waist pairs of jeans in his closet, but his shirt collection was neglected from the wardrobe update. Keith's belly had fattened up perfectly, and he sported a rotund mass of solid ripe melon.

Five months after he had moved in, he owned up to gaining 50 pounds. Keith carried most of the weight in his fat round belly, and he was a hefty ex-jock at 255 pounds. There was no denying or hiding his belly anymore because it bowed out even when it growled for food. Keith began to get a double chin. His wife had given up the thought of putting him on a diet, and Keith confided in me that all she had to do was feed him well, rub his bloated belly, and he was up for anything she wanted.

It was a hot September day that I came home from work for a late lunch and ran into Keith on his way back from the mailboxes. The sight nearly overwhelmed my senses as he walked towards me in a shamefully tight pair of gray spandex shorts and a well-worn yellow tank top. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination in that outfit, and he seemed to be pleased with his brazen advertisment. The soft firm curvature of his belly appeared to be bolder than usual, jutting out impressively over his black spandex. In addition to all that, he had gotten his hefty mop of hair chopped into a sexy flattop.

"Hey Keith, how's it goin'?"

"Great." He answered, breath smelling of beer. "Hot. Damn hot. Trying to drink enough cold beer to keep me cool."

"Oh...and how's it working?" I asked, seeing him smile to match mine.

"Well, two six-packs later, and I'm still damn hot. Feelin' awful good, though."

"I bet. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

"Nope. Just been drinkin' beers."

"God, doesn't your stomach get full?"

"I 'spose."

"Keep it up, guy, and some thirsty dude is gonna come up to you and stick a keg tap in your belly button."

Keith laughed at the notion. "Yeah, I guess my belly is starting to take on a barrel-look these days..."

"Well, if you're hungry, I was going to go up and make some lunch."

"Sounds great! I'll go grab that six-pack in my fridge."

He didn't waste any time hauling his chunky butt up the stairs, beer in hand, and I entered into a kind of panic as I didn't know what to make for lunch. Keith walked into my kitchen a little winded from the trek up the stairs; he took a beer and threw the rest in the fridge. Once he leaned his padded bubble butt against the counter, he commenced sucking suds down. I excused myself, went in my bedroom, and changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

"What are you hungry for, Keith?" I asked, coming back out.

"Oh, anything," he told me, probably thinking he was being helpful.

I searched the cupboards and fridge contents praying for inspiration. There was a bag of Chicken Cordon Bleu in the freezer, along with some leftover chicken fajitas, refried beans, and spanish rice in the fridge. Sitting Keith down at the table with a bag of Doritos and his beer, I set to microwaving up a storm.

The Mexican leftovers warmed up quickly while Keith munched and crunched his appetizer. A couple tortillas were stuffed with the leftover fajita mixture, and then thrown on a plate alongside a mountain of refried beans and rice. The hefty stud ate happily as I threw a Chicken Cordon Bleu in the microwave. He chomped away with a big smile, pausing intermittently to chug down more beer. I rescued another cold one from the fridge for him when his can was empty, not wanting him to have to ask for anything. Keith belched after cleaning his plate, leaning back a notch to pat his belly.

The microwave signaled more lunch as the aroma of chicken permeated the air.

Handing off one plate and pulling another in front of him, he sampled the chicken breast stuffed with ham and swiss cheese.

My mind still wandered on what else would be good to cook up for him while my eyes sat on his expanding stomach. Keith devoured the Chicken Cordon Bleu as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever shoved in his mouth. It was gone in several monster bites, so I asked if I could warm up another for him. Nodding his head, Keith let me know that he was eager for more.

One by one, the little chicken treats were warmed up and then thrown down the bottomless pit that had taken up residence at my table.

Keith looked happy as he leaned back in his chair to thump his swollen belly. A raucous belch rang through the air as he drained his third can of beer from the six-pack he'd brought up with him.

"How's lunch, Keith?"

"Oof. Most excellent and kind of filling." Keith grabbed the hem of his tank top and worked it up above his softened pecs. Keith put his hand atop the ledge created by his distended stomach, caressing gently back and forth like he was polishing the top of it. "Hey, I think I got one of those chicken things stuck in my throat...better get me another beer so I can wash it down."

Keith just sat there with his legs spread apart and his belly bulging out in a heavy sphere, relaxing his table muscle as much as he could. I served him his beer. Keith munched Doritos in a steady stream as he drank his beer, emptying the chips from the party-size bag. My mind wandered, but my eyes stayed fixed on his bulging ball of smooth round belly.

"Another beer, Keith?"

"Sure!" He kept rubbing his belly in languid circles, feeling the effects from all the beers he had already stowed away. Keith was definitely on the more drunk side of the scale. Keith put the can to his mouth and sucked down the rest.

"Well, how's the belly, Keith?"

"Feelin' good." Keith patted his belly to demonstrate how firm it had gotten. "Say, you don't have anything for dessert, do ya?"

After fetching him another beer and popping the top, I walked over to his side and made it plain that I was surveying his fattened stomach.

"I've got some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer..."

"Mmm." Two ice cream sandwiches disappeared in a flash.

"So, Keith, how much are you weighing in at these days?"

"Oooof. Haven't weighed myself."

"I have a scale in the bathroom, if you're curious..."

"OK..."

Keith slowly hoisted himself off the chair and stood ready to waddle. His tank top was still pulled up to his soft, juicy pecs, and his belly looked perfectly rotund jutting over his tight black spandex. From the back, his chunky love handles invited a friendly grab, but I abstained.

I followed behind him as he sensuously wobbled from side to side, his left arm swinging slowly back and forth to stabilize his forward momentum. I caught the faint glimmer of his gold wedding band. In his other hand was his fifth can of Budweiser, becoming lighter and lighter. He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light switch. Keith turned his head towards the mirror and admired himself. His free hand went to his belly, where he watched himself feel out the firmness. A smile curled onto his full lips as he chuckled with satisfied delight.

I pulled out the scale to the middle of the floor, inviting the fat stud to take a stand on it. Keith sucked the can of beer empty and stepped up on the white Braun scale. My heart thumped as I watched the dial spin numbers past in a blur. The scale seemed to wheeze as its dial shuddered back and forth around the 300 mark. Keith leaned over so he could see around his belly, opened his mouth in surprise, and then belched.

"Hmmm," I uttered, breaking the silence, "302 pounds. Hey, not bad, Keith."

Keith smiled with proud amazement. "302 pounds? Three hundred and two pounds? Damn, I'm getting fat."

"Yep, Keith. You're gettin' a nice fat ass," I said, turning slightly to gaze behind him, "your pecs are gettin' soft," I noted, putting my hand under one of his big juicy pecs and bouncing it up and down, "and your belly...well--" I paused in my commentary as my hand landed on the smooth expanse of distended manbelly.

"And my belly...what?" Keith asked, following my point.

"What can I say? It's big, it's round, it's most assuredly fat, it pooches over every pair of jeans that you squeeze yourself into, it makes your shirts look like sausage casing, and you wear it well. You've grown into this thick ol' beefy ex-jock since you've moved to California, and I'm telling you that I'm most impressed." During my speech of admiration, I had rubbed his rotund mass of belly in larger and larger circles; I ran my hand along the ledge under his pecs like I was dusting off a place to sit.

All Keith could do was belch and smile with sublime contentment.

"Well, me and my big ol' belly appreciate all the food you've treated us to. You're a good cook." He complimented, looking at me while he thumped his belly. "If I would have married you, I'd weigh about 500 pounds now!" He laughed-- and I thought about his comment.

"Well, I'm glad to have someone to cook for that really appreciates it!" I told him, spanking the taut skin of his belly as if pummeling a giant water balloon. His smile widened to show a perfect white row of teeth. "I'd even make you some dessert..."

We went into the kitchen and I found a family size tube of Pillsbury chocolate chip cookie dough in the fridge. Baking them up hot and fresh in no time, I sat him at the table and fed him chocolate chip cookies-- one after the other until they'd all disappeared. Keith's extra-gorged belly was full to the top with cookies and milk, and he relaxed himself into a leaned-back lump in the chair.

"You know, there's one more beer left in the fridge."

"Think it'll fit?"

"You bet..." Keith got up and went to the fridge. I followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the counter watching him open the door and bend over to get the last can. He popped the top with a "pssshht" sound, then did something totally unexpected. Carefully he pushed me back against the counter with his belly, bumping its swollen curvature into my front until my back was firmly affixed to the counter's edge without hurting. Not wanting to put my hands anywhere else, I put one on each side of his fat bulging masterpiece of well-rounded belly. Spanking with alternating hands, I watched his Adam's Apple go up and down as he chugged beer. When the can came down for a breather, I slowly turned him around, parking his fat padded butt against my throbbing crotch. Keith didn't resist in the slightest, and he arched his back a little bit once he felt my upright cock pop into place in the chubby crack of his ass.

I reached around to his swollen front and rubbed his belly with both hands. Keith leaned his head back onto my shoulder and let out a subtle moan. "You like that?" I asked. Hearing a "mmmh hmmm", I gently massaged the full belly. Keith put the can of beer back to his lips and swallowed more of the sudsy stuff down, then he leaned rested his head back onto my shoulder. His belly was so round and solid that it begged for more attention; I obliged its need with more kneading and rubbing. Keith seemed to be enjoying the massage as he got heavier and heavier against me as he relaxed. My hands ventured up to his meaty pecs, and soon my fingers were twisting and pulling his soft nipples. His nipples erected themselves and stood at attention for us.

"Mmmm... rub my belly some more," Keith whispered breathlessly as his belly grumbled.

His chest rose and sunk with deeper breaths as my hands ventured south to his pumped-up beer belly. The bliss seemed to last forever, as I completely forgot about the work I had brought home. Keith finally finished off his last beer after it had warmed up to an almost undrinkable temperature, but he had been distracted. We'd barely moved from the same spot in the kitchen, and Keith shifted his weight on his legs. My hands slid under the pooch of his solid belly where I bounced the protruding ball of flesh up and down a little to shake it up. Feeling quite bold, I let one hand slid down the stiff front of his spandex shorts.

His cock was pointed upwards like a rocket readying itself for blast-off.

“You know, I’ve had my eye on you since I first moved in”, he said.

“Really?”

“Yup. I think I knew somehow that you would really fill me up.”

“How’d you know I’d cook for you?”

“Not like that,” he said as he pushed me up against the counter with his mountainous gut. “I knew you’d fill me up, with all that beef”. He pinched my love handles and tiny belly as he spoke. I suddenly realized what he was saying.

“you want to eat me? Whole?”

“You guessed it. Since the day you first spoke to me, my gut rumbled and I knew I had to have you inside me. I’ve been biding my time because you’re such a cool guy and I’ve enjoyed seeing how much you love feeding me. But I’m ready for the dessert you promised me”

I was hard as a rock and I didn’t know why. Part of me was fascinated, part of me horny and part of me terrified. I’d always wanted to make Keith huge, I just never imagined I’d be feeding him me!

“Don’t be scared,” he said with his gut flush against me, feeling my erection. “I think you’ll like it inside my gut. You’ll help me add at least a few more inches once I digest you, but right after I eat you, my gut will balloon out so big… It’s a shame you won’t be able to see if because you’ll be inside, but I know you’ll love it either way”.

He had both arms on my shoulders and his gut was pinning me to my counter. As much as I wanted to run away, I couldn’t help but look at his beautiful eyes and think how much he wanted me.

“So I’ll just be another meal for you?”

“No no, it’s not like that. You’ll be a very special meal. The last few months, I’ve eaten dozens of guys who’ve just been meals. I ate the gardener last week, which was a big mistake because now there’s no one to trim the hedges, but damn, I just can’t turn down some good Mexican food. A few weeks back I ate some college jock, which was terrifically filling, but I didn’t even know his last name… It was just a quick gulp and run. But you’ll be special, I care about you. I want you to be a part of me and make me even bigger than I’ve ever been”.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to scream yes, but I was still scared. My dick was at full attention and all this time I had been rubbing his huge gut, my new home, in circles.

“So…” I stammered, “you’ve done this before?”

“Of course. I’ve eaten tons of guys over the years, Just earlier this week I ran into two French backpackers. They were the nicest guys so I invited them over. I gobbled one of them up right after we got in the door. The other one, poor guy, was so terrified. He didn’t want to be eaten and unfortunately, I was too full to eat him right away, so I had to pin him down for a good hour before I could start feasting on him. Fortunately, because I had his friend in my gut, it wasn’t too hard to pin him down… hehe. That’s why you didn’t see me Tuesday, I was all round and stuffed from the two Frenchmen in my gut.”

“Wow” was all I could say. The thought of those two backpackers stewing in his belly was such a turnon. I realized that I wanted to be in there too. I looked into his dark brown eyes and I said yes.

“Put me in that gut, make me a part of you.”

A smile curled on his lips… He grabbed a bottle of sauce from the counter, and ripped off my shirt. He began to smear the sauce all over me… I was so turned on I didn’t even realize he was seasoning me… He leaned in close and kissed me on the lips, then began to nibble on my neck and suck on my chest… I was in complete ecstasy.

“mmmmm”, he said. “You’re gonna be one tasty fucker!”

He ripped off my pants and began to grab my ass.

“meaty, just the way I like it.”

Suddenly he began shifting his massive gut, lifting me into the air, my legs spreading to hold on.

“Sorry man, but it’s time, I’m so damn hungry and you just look good enough to eat”.

With that he grabbed me by the arms and shoveled my head past his lips. I could feel him quickly make his way past my shoulders... over my abs… he paused for a moment at my ass. He seemed to enjoy how plump and juicy it was. I didn’t understand what he was doing, but then I realized, he was playing with my dick to help me cum one last time… I was so horny, it only took a few seconds and I cam inside Keith’s throat as he swallowed me up to my meaty thighs. Quickly and quietly my calves and feets disappeared into Keiths gaping maw and I came to rest inside his massive gut.

The new weight threw him off balance and he stumbled to my couch and plopped down. Now, where there was once two men, there was only one, with a massive hill of a belly rising up over him. If someone had measured it I’m sure it would’ve been 120 inches or so, but Keith was now alone in my apartment. He was barely able to reach around and stroke his dick and he rubbed his massive round ball gut and spoke to me, to his meal.

“Thanks man, that was amazing. I wanted to tell you so much more about how tasty you’d be, but my stomach just took over and wanted you inside. I’m going to enjoy digesting you, man. You’re easily one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

Just then he let out a massive belch that ripped across the apartment and rumbled his gut. BUUUUUUURP.

“Aw yeah, that’s much better.” His belly was still moving a little with its newfound meal. He continued to jerk himself off as he rubbed it and soon he was close to cumming.

“Mmmmm, what a tasty meal. That’s three men this week, I should really cut back, I’m gonne get fat,” he said as he slapped his belly and laughed. “I’m gonna love digesting you tonight, bro. 190 pounds of protein, that’s gonna feel real good. Thanks for dessert”. And with that he blew his load, shooting his cum all over the underside of his engorged belly and the floor of my apartment. I guess I wouldn’t really need to worry about cleaning anymore, would I?

Keith, laid back on the couch holding his huge belly thinking of his meal and the good times we’d shared. He wished I could’ve been there next to him to rub his belly, but instead, I was inside him, nurturing him, and making him bigger than any pizza or beer keg could. Yup, I was a nice meal of 100 percent pure beef.

Keith drifted off to sleep as his stomach gurgled and began digesting its tasty meal.

The next day, Keith woke up, and made his way back to his apartment. He could tell he’d nearly finished digesting his meal from the night before, but his belly was still noticeably bigger.

“Heh, thanks for the help, buddy”, he said as he laughed and plopped down on his couch. “I just hope the wife doesn’t start asking questions about where the extra 20 pounds came from.” He belched loudly and popped open a beer. Of course, no one would expect that their missing neighbor was now just an extra notch on Keith’s belt.

He rubbed his meaty hand against his rounded gut and smiled.

The End