Metabolism Matt
By: Semibu

“Hi, Tommy,” smiled Matt - his index finger and thumb pointing like a loaded gun. “Boy, you look worn out!” He dropped a huge joint of roasting beef into his trolley as he made his way over to his workout-weary chum, who was still in his sweaty t-shirt and shorts.

“Oh, Matt. I didn’t notice you there,” replied Tom, pleasantly surprised. “Not that you’re easy to miss! You’re looking, well, tall.”

“Yeah, six foot seven and still growing!” The Supermarket PA system interrupted them briefly. “And it’s all getting way too expensive.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well,” Matt was obviously worried, “I really do have a problem here. The doctors say there’s nothing to be concerned about – it’s a growth hormone thing. With most guys it usually kicks in during puberty and stops around late teens. But it looks like I’m going through it all over again. I’m twenty-three, man!”

“How bad can it be?” Tom was intrigued. “I mean, apart from the height, what else is happening?”

“Mind if we talk about this a little more some place else?” Matt leaned down, and in a hushed voice added, “It’s a bit personal.”

“I haven’t got my car. So maybe I should I go home with you and give you a hand to put your groceries away while you tell me all?” Tom peered into Matt’s trolley. “You could do with a hand. Looks like you’re feeding the five thousand!”

The two didn’t say much as they passed through the checkout and loaded the car - Apart from Tom pointing out the irony of him having to gym it to work off the extra pounds while Matt couldn’t eat enough - But the short drive back to Matt’s apartment had Tom gasping in disbelief.

“All this stuff would feed a family of four for two weeks,” despaired Matt. “It’ll last me a couple of days. I just can’t stop eating. You saw that joint of beef?” Tom nodded. “I’ll swallow that thing in one go, and raw, and wash it down with a couple of litres of full-fat milk.”

“You mean you don’t even cut it up?”

“That’s right. Last night I swallowed a turkey. It was already dead, of course.”

“Of course,” agreed Tom, not quite believing the story.

“And plucked,” added Matt with a forced giggle. “I don’t do feathers.”

“But meat is protein,” pondered Tom. “Why don’t you cut down on your protein intake? It might slow things down some.”

“I wish,” laughed Matt. “But it’s not that simple. I’ve tried dieting but I just get ill. My entire body shakes and I get the sweats. It’s like a fever. So I drop a leg of lamb down my neck and in a couple of minutes I’m back to normal. Well, as normal as I can be. You should see what’s happening to me! It’s embarrassing!”

Matt and Tom were soon loading the refrigerator in Matt’s kitchen. The smaller guy was feeling even more exhausted than before – This was like a second workout! He stopped to wipe the perspiration from his brow as Matt unscrewed a two-litre bottle of sparkling water and drank it without pausing. Tom was astonished. Then, after a few seconds, he was both stunned and surprised as Matt let out a huge, wet, rasping belch. He’d often heard Matt letting loose, but nothing like this before.

“What time is it now,” muttered Matt as he looked at his wristwatch. “Eight o’clock.” He glanced over at Tom, who was still in shock after that vulgar burp. “I’m running on empty at the moment. I’ll have to eat big time in, say, an hour. You okay to talk until then?”

“Sure. I do need to take a shower, though.” Tom clenched his soggy attire. “Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, help yourself. You know where it is,” smiled the tall guy. “Oh, there’s a clean towel on the rail in there. Put your t-shirt and shorts over the radiator to dry out. I’ll be in the bedroom. I’ve got plenty to say and something to show you.”

Tom spent his time in the shower delighting in at last having the chance of being alone with the gorgeous blue-eyed, dark-haired Matt. He’d had the hots for the boy since summer. Only back then he’d been a rather ordinary six foot one. He was always the friendly guy with the cutest smile. But today that smile seemed jaded and empty. What was Matt going to tell him? And what was he going to show him? Was he gay? Would one thing lead to another? Tom liked to be dominated, and the thought of sex with this big handsome hunk was the stuff of dreams. Tom had soon dried himself off. His clothes were still damp so he decided to leave them draped over the bathroom radiator. He checked himself in the steamy mirror and wrapped the towel around his waist.

“Hold the front page!” announced Matt. “I’m now six nine!”

“Where are you?” enquired Tom on leaving the bathroom.

“In the bedroom. Come on through.”

“See,” said Matt to Tom as he entered the dimly lit room. “That’s another two inches in just eight hours!” He was pointing to pen marks running up the wall by the doorframe. “Sit on the bed,” he said quietly. “Here comes the science.”

Tom, tightly holding on to his towel, did as he was asked and Matt sat next to him, pulled his shirt up over his head and cast it to a floor cluttered with magazines, CDs and other sundry items. Tom scanned Matt’s pale torso and was surprised to see a physique of perfectly normal, healthy proportions.

“I thought you’d be all muscled up like one of those freaky orange bodybuilders,” said Tom with a sigh of relief. “Nice six-pack, though. Abs to die for.”

“My abs are nothing special,” confessed Matt. “They look impressive because I have hardly any body fat these days. But I guess they do have a lot of work to do. Yeah,” conceded Matt, “they are quite neat – best they’ve been in years.” Tom listened as Matt launched into his sorry tale. “It’s like this, Tom: For the past couple of months I’ve been gaining an inch here, an inch there. At first I was pleased – we all like the idea of being taller.”

“Tell me about it,” moaned Tom. “I’m five seven. I’d give anything to be six foot.”

“But although I know how it’s all happening, I don’t know why. And I’m worried.” Matt apologised for the groaning sounds emitting from behind his belly button. “Where’s it all going to end?”

“So what else is happening?” Tom scratched his head. “Anything serious? I mean, you look great from where I’m sitting.”

“Well,” replied Matt after inhaling through his nostrils. “This growth hormone has stepped up my metabolism five-fold. I’m eating my way through pounds and pounds of fresh meat every day. I have to! It’s taken over my life, Tom.”

“How much are you spending?”

“It’s about your body-weight in raw beef, lamb and poultry every two days or so – minimum. You work it out. Man, I’m flat broke!” Matt thought for a second or two and added: “Can I be really open with you?”

“Sure, Matt,” Tom reached out and gently rubbed Matt’s shoulder. “I realise we haven’t been friends for long but you can trust me. Nothing you say will go any further, not if you don’t want it to. And if there is anything I can do to help, and I mean anything, just say.”

“Well, there is something.” Matt wore a naughty grin. “Thing is, see,” he continued. “These hormones aren’t just affecting my height. As I said in the supermarket, this is like going through a second puberty.”

“Like how?”

“You remember way back when your balls dropped and your penis got bigger?”

“Yeah,” Tom giggled. “I spanked the monkey for nearly two years non-stop!”

“Well,” Matt stood up, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. “Get a load of this!” Tom said nothing. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Matt rested his hands on his hips and stood square on to his thrilled friend. “What do you think?”

“My, oh my,” exclaimed Tom eventually. “It’s huge, man!” Matt’s manhood was at least four times the average length and quite phenomenal in its girth. “It’s beautiful, Matt. Look at those veins!” gasped Tom, saying the first things that sprang to mind. “And what a foreskin, man!”

“Check out my nuts.” Everything wobbled, quivered and swung as Matt took a step closer to his admirer. “It’s like having two clenched fists in there.” These were side affects of which Matt was clearly proud. “Cool, huh?”

“Hot, Matt!”

“And I’ve got a sex drive to match. Problem is,” added the hungry stallion with mock sadness in his voice. “All I can do is jerk-off. It drives me insane. If only I could find somebody willing to suck the damned thing. You can’t beat someone else doing all the work,” said Matt, his stunning appendage twitching, his testicles moving slightly in their crimson bag. “You must know what it’s like: A dude’s hot, wet mouth tingling all those nerve endings, and releasing all that pent-up pressure.”

“I’ll do it, Matt,” squeaked Tom, full of hope.

“Nah. I haven’t showered in days – Like I can fit in the shower! So this thing hums of man-stink. I couldn’t ask you to sink so low. Not you, Tom. You’re special.” There was a brief pause, during which Tom was silently willing Matt to have a change of heart. “On the other hand,” he went on, much to Tom’s delight. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

Moments later and Matt was on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, his feet dangling over the end of the mattress. Relieved that the torment and game playing had been brief, Tom was soon snuggled between open legs and pulling back that fabulous foreskin. Eagerly he sniffed up the powerful scent of past ejaculations, concentrated urine and perspiration, and began working on the ever-stiffening length, trailing his fingers through a coarse pubic triangle and making the most of each passing second.

“I hope you don’t mind me watching you,” said Matt in dreamy tones. “Man, that feels excellent. You are so good at this. Not your first time, eh?” Tom didn’t answer. He simply responded with some serious ball licking. “Oh, I like it, Tom!” Matt shuddered in ecstasy and began to gently rock his pelvis. “This is so what I need! Life has been like a bad dream: I wake up at all hours of the night starving hungry. I was shoving that turkey down my throat at 2 this morning. Then at 4 I had a dozen of those hotdog sausages, and a full breakfast at 6. Lick my helmet, man.” Tom obliged and Matt carried on. “And that’s the other thing, if a never-ending appetite and sleepless nights weren’t enough: I am almost constantly horny. My nuts feel like they’re ready to explode if I don’t masturbate at least five times a day – and it’s always a full load. Hey, who’d have thought one day you’d be slobbering over my dick just to help me out? You’re the best, Tom.”

Still resting back on his elbows, Matt shuffled a little to get more comfortable as Tom sucked, licked and worshipped with unrelenting vigour. He was far too busy pleasuring the finest blue-veined bludgeon he would ever see to notice the curious and calculating way in which Matt was observing him.

“Yeah, 180 to 200 hundred pounds of raw meat slides down my gullet every 48-hours. That’s the equivalent of three of you a week! Boy, think on that! And it has to be raw - Cooking destroys a lot of the protein and goodness. And I need protein like a drug.” He gave a groan of delight as Tom attempted to get more of the rank length into his drooling mouth. “Oh, Tommy,” he whispered. “I know it smells pretty bad and it is big, man. But try to take more, will ya?” He sighed with satisfaction as Tom reached gagging point. “The fresher the meal the better,” he mumbled, suddenly switching back to the needs of his ravenous, churning belly. “I’m even thinking about eating some live meat, you know. That’s as fresh as it gets. Energy and protein – I can’t get enough inside me. Even digesting a meal burns me up. My body core temperature gets way up there sometimes, and all those calories I use just breaking down food leaves me hungry all over again just a couple of hours later. But 180 pounds of living meat! Now, that’d keep me going for a while.”

Gradually, Matt’s pelvic motion gathered speed and force. His breathing quickened as Tom’s efforts moved up a gear. He knew he should have warned his friend of the impending eruption but it was too late now. He roared as his incredible erection squirted endless ribbons of steaming cum, first into Tom’s mouth and then across his face and down his chest. Tom was drenched. Suddenly, Matt sat up, easing Tom off the bed and onto the floor where he knelt between his legs. Tom, delighted to have brought his idol to peak, tried to reach for the towel. But Matt pulled him close, extended a huge slimy tongue and began to lick off the salty cream. “Jizz is packed with protein,” he said between slurps. “Can’t afford to waste a drop.” By now Tom was rock hard and aroused beyond belief as the fat expanse of gooey taste buds stroked his neck and face. Matt’s hot breath lured him into kissing the undulating organ as it dripped and slithered. “How much do you weigh exactly?”

“I don’t know - not exactly,” replied Tom, hoping Matt would talk less and lick more. “About 182 pounds, I suppose.” Matt ran the tip of his tongue over Tom’s eyelids. “Why?”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Matt’s voice was calm and soothing.

“What are you thinking?” Tom opened his eyes and watched the tender pinkness retreat between Matt’s soft wet lips. He kissed them, only subconsciously acknowledging their width and flexibility.

“While I was watching you down there sucking away, I was sizing you up.”

“Sizing me up?” Tom was confused. “What do you mean? You want to fuck me?”

“No, no,” came the sniggered response. “I don’t want to fuck you. I can’t – I’m too big, remember? No, I was thinking about something else entirely.”

“You don’t mean…?” Tommy wanted to pull away but Matt held him firmly. “You don’t…”

“Come on, Tommy. It’ll be easy. All you have to do is relax. Take a look.” Matt opened his mouth wide, wider and wider still. Once again his tongue spilled out. Tom’s stare locked on the ugly gaping throat, impatiently awaiting its next meal.

“No, Matt!” Matt’s jaws, lips, tongue and throat had grown out of all proportion. It was clear that he’d have no trouble in engulfing a little man of just five foot seven. “Matt, please, no!”

“Oh, fuck, man!” Matt was getting impatient. “I’ve just got to have you. I need you! When we were at the checkout today and I was handing over all that cash for a trolley load of dead meat, I thought, ‘Hey, what am I doing? There’s a guy here packed with goodness and just waiting to get inside me!’ And you’ll really be helping me out – I’m starving!” Matt’s belly gave a well-timed gurgle as he reached for Tom’s penis. “Hey, you’ve got a real boner going on there!” He laughed. “All this is turning you on!”

“I know,” snapped Tom in an instant. “But it’s wrong! It feels so wrong! You want to swallow me and I want you to do it. But it’s not right!”

“Like we shouldn’t follow our instincts?” Matt’s tone was forceful as he clasped Tom’s shoulders. “Come on, man. It’s what you want and what I need!” Their eyes locked. “I won’t hurt you. My neck can take your shoulders for sure. All you have to do is stay calm and try not to struggle. I’ll take good care of you – I promise.”

“Like letting me suffocate in your stomach?” whimpered Tom, now convinced of his fate. “Like you digesting me and burning me up?” His body became suddenly limp in Matt’s firm grasp. “Like me one moment being Tom, your friend, and the next moment being Tom, just another load of shit!”

“Yeah, okay, in a couple of hours you’ll be another load of shit,” confessed Matt, with a serene grin. “But you’ll always be Tom, my friend. My friend,” he went on, “who made the ultimate sacrifice, the friend who emptied my balls and filled my belly. Still hard?”

“Still hard? I ache!” replied Tom, touching himself. “I wanna cum, Matt.”

“Wanna get yourself inside me and cum?”

“Big time,” came the unusually enthusiastic answer. “But Matt, what happens if you keep on growing?”

“I’ll just keep on swallowing tasty little cock-suckers like you.”

The unexpected cruelty of Matt’s farewell sent a daze-inducing rush of adrenalin through Tom’s inferior body. He had neither the energy nor inclination to attempt a response. He merely watched in horrified glee as once again Matt’s jaws dropped open and a gush of spent air floated into his pathetic face. Matt fell forward, his mighty tongue running down Tom’s chest and belly before curling up under his crotch and buttocks as bright upper teeth skimmed over his crown and down the back of his neck and shoulders. The prey was suddenly jammed onto a tender pink and purple bed, awash with its sticky foam and mucous. As if the prospect of being churned into excrement wasn’t humiliation enough, a booming rasp had Matt releasing the remaining build-up from his sparkling water, and belching into Tom’s face. Tom winced as he inadvertently inhaled the rancid blast. Belly room once taken up by gas would shortly be belly space taken up by Tom.

As with groans of approval Matt continued to engulf his supper, Tom was frantically taking in his dim, slobbering surroundings. The sight of chunky purple tonsils moving aside to reveal a monstrous, stretching throat somehow eased Tom across the emotional pain barrier. His fears subsided and were replaced instantly by a sensation of inexplicable happiness. Suddenly this was wonderful! He was sinking into soft, warm, slippery flesh, mistaking Matt’s selfish greed for love and care. As his hips slipped between huge, hungry lips and his entire frame became awash with welcoming saliva, Tom folded his arms behind his back and climaxed.

Meanwhile, outside, Matt was thrusting Tom’s momentarily rigid legs upward. He relaxed his gullet muscles and sat up with head held back. The ravenous predator stood. As inch by inch he rose, so Tom’s now limp post-orgasm legs sank until his soles and toes vanished between Matt’s hungry jaws, and down his bulging neck, which then shrank to normal dimensions. Matt flopped back onto the bed and ran his palms to and fro across his excited abdomen. Tom was now completely within and totally his. His lower gullet and entire stomach were simply doing what nature had intended: dragging down and positioning devoured food. Matt could feel and partially see through his pale skin what was happening to his victim. But Tom wasn’t struggling to escape – he was just getting comfy as he reflected on the incredible sexual intimacy of Matt’s overwhelming innards.

Matt’s tongue had been so gentle and yet so firm and rough. Matt’s oesophagus had been so smooth, fast and efficient. And Matt’s tight stomach! – An ever-rippling sleeping bag fashioned from two-inch thick latex and lined with slimy, smelly chamois. As the heat and wonderfully vile stench overwhelmed him, Tom wondered how long he could continue to breath the pockets of rank air. He and Matt, Matt, Matt were irreversibly as one. Matt belched long and loud. His stomach clenched and tightened. Tom kicked and wriggled briefly before giving his life to the needs of his ever-growing friend.

Matt, his limbs dangling over the four corners of the bed, simply adored this new sensation of enticing, enveloping, imprisoning and ultimately destroying a living being for his ruthless nutritional needs. And Tom had been the perfect meal – physically and mentally - he wanted this! Matt felt little or no guilt: But what about breakfast? He reached down to the floor and pulled up the quilt. In a few hours Tom would amount to nothing more than an early morning dump. Then what? Then who? Matt decided to sleep on it.

The End