Conquest
By: Pi-Zero

You’ve been watching him for a few weeks now, the big muscular guy from the gym.

Tonight’s the night you take him down, challenging him to a wrestling match in the back room.

You sneer as you challenge him, implying he's too weak to accept, that he's afraid of you.

He'd never go for a no holds barred match, never have the balls to put him self up for defeat.

You’ve picked a real big guy this time so it's a real challenge.

You roll and spar and struggle, back and forth.

It gets the sweat up.

It gets your blood flowing.

Your heart pounding in your ears.

Until you finally manage to pin him underneath you.

His big muscular chest heaves under your butt as you sit on his chest.

Annoyed that he lost, he surrenders, waiting for you to get off.

But it's not that sort of match. You called no holds barred…

And you tell him so, "Fuck no, we're not done yet. We're not done until I've totally dominated you, fucking made you MINE. No holds barred, bud, you agreed and now I'm fucking hungry!"

And you grab his head as you open your mouth wide, wider, wide enough to take his head easily.

He fights, his big muscled body squirming underneath you.

Making you feel even more powerful.

Getting you even more horned up, you stomach growling, insistent.

He fights you as best he can, his huge muscles bulging but the hunger's on you now and there's no stopping you.

You cram his head into your mouth, tasting the sweat of his fear, rich in testosterone and adrenaline.

Your stomach roars and you grab him under the shoulders, cramming his head down your throat before he can really understand his fate, lips stretching wide over his huge broad shoulders.

You groan in pleasure feeling his head begin to stretch your throat outwards.

Your jaw's totally distended around his huge chest now.

That chest he was so proud of, now nothing but food for you.

And he's fighting like a cornered rat now, squirming and kicking, but you've got his arms pinned and there's nowhere he can go.

Nowhere but down.

And your stomach's on fire, demanding food, and your cock is THROBBING between your legs, drunk on the power.

So you gulp, dragging him deeper.

But it's not fucking fast enough. You want him in your gut NOW!

His head's just entering your gut as you grab his hips and roar, deadlifting his huge flailing bulk straight up over your head, letting his own weight drag him down to his waist.

His sholders are starting to stretch your stomach now. You can see them pressing out your defined abs.

You gulp again, pulling on his legs to cram that meaty ass, so full of muscle from hours of squats into your hungry maw.

He's wriggling and fighting for all he's worth but all he can do now is kick, and you just open your throat and his butt slides down, his big muscular hips slipping between your lips.

His lower legs are kicking pitifully.

You grin to yourself and swallow, long and slow, sucking at his legs like two huge noodles.

They slide slowly into your mouth as the rest of him is crammed forcibly down into your gut curling up as you close you mouth over his feet, swallowing to finish the job.

He's squirming something fierce, and your gut is huge, the outlines of the massive bodybuilder clear in the thick muscle of your stomach.

You grab your cock, but you barely have to touch it as you explode, shooting across the room and hitting the wall on the far side.

As you explode, your stomach contracts and you belch, long and loud, rattling the walls and echoing around the room.

The squirming inside intensifies, and you think you can hear him yelling something from in there.

You just pat your stretched gut and belch again, feeling his big body contract further, "That's right, you're fucking MINE now, bud. Gonna make some nice muscle out of you. Fucking winner takes all, no hold’s fucking barred."

You belch again and head for the locker room, already sizing up your next conquest.

The End