Maxxed Out IV: Axle, Alabama The End
By: GiantGuy
Lee rushed forward, pulling at the straps that tied Max's hands to the
van door. Dean had knotted them tight, and in his panic, Lee couldn't
get the straps loose. He dug into his pocket for the small folding knife
he carried, sawing away at the leather strap, working frantically as he
saw the bulge in Max's stomach -- Dean -- squirming as he slowly gulped
him down all the way.
"fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... DONE!" Lee shouted as he pulled the straps
loose and Max's hands fell from the door handle. "Now cough him up,
you son of a bitch!" He would have kicked the guy in the stomach,
except he didnt want to hurt Dean more than he already was.
Max, still sitting, turned around, now facing the van, and just lowered
himself slowly down till he was lying on his back, hands still tangled in
the straps, lowered onto his swollen belly, throat still stretched full of
Dean's legs. Max began coughing, then almost choking, forcing his
muscles to work in reverse. His mouth widened as he gagged, and the
soles of Dean's boots again slid into view.
Lee tried to keep the flashlight trained on Max's gaping mouth, as Max
heaved, trying to push Dean up and out. Lee swiped at the trickles of
sweat that were running down his face -- his whole body was drenched
in cold perspiration. How the fuck was this guy doing this? He'd gulped
Dean down whole and alive -- Dean was still kicking his legs some -- and
if Lee hadn't come back when he did -- well, damn.
Max was pushing, but Dean was only sliding out an inch at a time. He
was going to suffocate if he didn't come out any faster. Lee set the
flashlight down and got on his knees in front of Max's head, wrapping
his sun-roughened hands around the slippery ankles of Dean's boots.
He leaned his weight back, pulling as hard as he could, feeling Dean's
bulk caught in Max's throat. He tugged harder, digging in his heels,
trying to get more leverage. Max grunted as Dean slipped out another
inch.
"Here we go bud, come on, come on, we're gonna get you outta there,"
Lee kept repeating as he pulled with all his might. His own boots
scrabbled against the loose dirt, trying to get a hold while Lee leaned
further backward, trying to grip further up Dean's legs.
Max moved so quickly that Lee barely knew what happened next. He
heard a sound like a rumbling and a growling as Max's hands, now free
of the straps, whipped around to lock onto Lee's arms as he readjusted
his grip on Dean. Max yawned his mouth wider still, his throat muscles
seizing around Dean, slurping him back down, pulling Lee head and arms
first into Max's cavernous jaw.
Lee found himself knocked off balance, pitching forward, lying half in
and half out of Max's mouth. He pulled in a breath, his lungs filling with
Max's hot breath. He felt Max's enormous tongue flexing and bending
underneath him, moving him rapidly forward into Max's throat. Lee's
brain was registering the feelings and sensations as Max's wet flesh
enveloped him, squeezing against him as he was pulled along, still
gripping onto Dean's boots.
Damn... now it's happening to me, Lee thought dimly, as his senses
were overwhelmed with the powerful reality of being gulped down.
He rode on his belly down the tight tunnel of Max's throat, feeling the
waves of muscular contractions pulling him down, saliva covering him,
lubricating him. He could feel Max's lips tightening around his legs and
then slurping closed as his feet were drawn into Max's mouth.
Lee was amazed at how quickly Max was able to envelop his bulk... he
and Dean were both sizable men, although neither was as tall as Max.
He wondered if Max could really stretch to accommodate them both in
his belly, or if somehow they would split him open and be able to crawl
to freedom.
The feeling of the flesh around him was changing -- more elastic, more
rubbery and slick. He felt himself being pushed up alongside Dean's
body, being forced into a curled up position.
This must be the stomach, he realized. His body rubbed against
Dean's, both of them covered in slick saliva. There was stale air all
around them, gulped down along with them. Lee took shallow breaths,
feeling himself close to passing out, but still conscious. He was now
almost in an embrace with Dean, the two bikers wrapped around each
other, curled into a ball, heads on each others shoulders, legs
intertwined. Lee managed to croak a whisper into his buddy's ear.
"Dean? Deaaan?"
There were no words to say. They'd been overpowered... and devoured.
Lee brought his face against Dean's, his lips locking onto his biker
buddy's.
He inhaled, taking the last of Dean's breath, fighting to stay conscious.
Lee could feel the stomach walls beginning to contract and rumble
around him. There was a sudden rush and change of pressure. Lee
could hear the sound of what must be Max erupting with a mammoth
belch. Lee reflexively grabbed onto Dean tighter, and blacked out.
Max lay on his back. He had done it. He thought he might have reached
his limit and stretched his belly to the bursting point, but he did it.
Now he lay with his belly engorged beyond all human limits, swollen tight
and massive. He could feel the absorption beginning -- each time his
body was able to handle it a little faster as it became used to the
satiating of his bottomless hunger. As Max drifted off to his almost
coma-like state while he digested, he wondered where he might go
next...