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25+ more Fetish Stories Available on my OnlyFans https://onlyfans.com/jettroguewrites Seth rubbed his belly in bed after feasting on his gullible one night stand. He thrashed around in Seth’s bloated belly as Seth smiled from the sensation that attacked his gut. This guy was a fighter, Seth loved a fighter, it shook up the gasses inside of him. BBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBTTT!!! An elongated belch shook the room as Seth winced from the smell. That guy was truly creating some smelly gas. Seth rubbed his cock through his compression shorts and smiled as his cock began to grow. “Fuck, it feels like I’m pregnant. Seth was on cloud 9. His dinner started pounding closer towards his lower belly and he started feeling pressure around his ass and prostate.
PPPHHHHRRRRBBBBBTT!!
A hearty blast of gas erupted from his butt as he leaned in for a whiff. It was BAD. Seth was certain that this fella was giving him the raunchiest farts of his life.
“Just a few more hours dude, don’t worry, it smells like my digestive tract is taking good care of you.” Seth rubbed his cock a few more times before shooting cum into his shorts. Another long belch blasted from his lips and he smiled and slept soundly for tomorrow’s date.
Another day in the confines of Logan's ass. Every glance was filled with an eternal abyss, rectal muscles rippling against you like waves along a shore. Peristalsis smothered you against the sturdy interior to the entrance, the outside world sealed beyond your reach by the shriveled rings guarding the entrance. It was night when you managed to pierce the barrier of your entrapment, basking in the fresh out that filled your lungs. But now it was a distant memory from the past. You counted the hours as best you could, but it withered away as soggy walls spooned your back.
Your stomach dropped as metal clunks boomed through the flesh like thunder, Logan's grunts echoing above. “Nineteen…twenty…twenty one…”
You listen to his counts, gravity rising and falling as you jostle against the walls. Another one of Logan's sets, the fifth one he's done since god knows how long. You shoved your limbs into the doughy walls, hoping to create enough tension to grab his attention. But you had little manipulation over them, your efforts absorbed into their soggy surface as they compressed and swayed.
The side of the muscular chamber punched your ribs, causing the rectum to bubble and churn. "Fuck these turds are poking hard, knew I should've gone at home before I came here."
You gritted as a hill of flesh molded you into a meat pocket, its muscles stiffening as they rocked against your back. The rectal walls battered against you like waves as you tried to seperated, various lumps compressing your arms as smile marinated your arms. When your arm slid past one of the folds, you ceased the opportunity, emerging from the musty pocket as it carried you to the hole. You dwindled your fingers between its lips, hoping to incisor their hold and climb your way through.
Warmth clung to your feet from the depths of the chamber, piling over your ankles. Its surface stuck to you like mud, your feet pulled further as it climbed to your calves. As it reached your waist, a piece of corn squirming beneath your belly. Its yellow form was half digested, coated in dark green sludges that ooze from the walls.
You look past your torso as rectal folds parted, warmth spreading from your leg to your waist. A wall of fecal matter bumped against your sides, growing in herds as their marbled size grew into boulders.
Digested protein coated their surface like cologne, forcing your stomach to heave to keep yourself from losing your lunch. You jerked your body to keep away from the ascending matter, but it grew harder as the muscular tube grew in size, allowing passage for the turds as they moved past you like a herd of cattle.
Their charcoaled heads glossed your spine like a marker, leaving behind a streak of green sludge as it warmed the middle of your back. You clawed against their surface in efforts to get free,twisting your limbs to crawl out of their hold upon you.
But the walls betrayed you as they squeezed you into a tight hug, burying your limbs in a cocoon of their doughy surface as they wrapped around them like shackles.
A loud clang erupted from below, Logan's body shifting. “Ugh, I can’t concentrate when I have to take a shit.”
The walls of the chamber siphoned against you, scattered turds latching to your body like magnets as they merged into a single unit. Your earthy shackles climbed over your arms and feet, submerging them in matter as they raced towards your face. With one last yelp, you were overtaken, entombed in a cocoon of the player's excrement.
"Thank fuck, that should keep it at bay until I finish my reps." Logan said.
The walls rippled as peristalsis took control of the turd, its slimy concoction slithering to the depths of the rectum. you gripped the walls to deter the turd from dragging you with it, but it was like grabbing a pile of putty as anal walls melted between your fingers. With another firm clench, the turd descended into the darkness to join the rest of the matter caught in Logan's intestines.
Another eternity of your entraption. The walls settled as you drifted into the void, the clunking weights that once filled the abyss long absorbed and replaced by the symphony of Logan's bowel movement. You held a fold of flesh as he carried his day, the turds beneath your palms flattened beneath the compression of the muscular folds.
Beyond the wall of your prison, Logan steps halted as the sound of a door creaked open, additional voices growing close as they talked about upcoming games and scrimmage matches. He was back in the locker.
Logan's rectum twisted as he joined in their conversation, forcing you to bend like a pool noodle as you held an arm against a clump of fecal matter.
"Good catchin' up, I'll see you guys during the scrimmage. I gotta hit the john." Logan's pace quickened, causing waves in the muscular walls as more turds piled overhead. The miniscule fort you had maintained crumbled upon your efforts, causing the charcoaled wall to crash on your back.
The walls buried your limbs into the turd, sculpting its mush around your form before finishing the rest of your upper half. They finished their handy work, and retreated to the rest of the rectal wall, leaving in a tomb of a giant toadstool.
"Look who it is, it's our top player " A voice erupted from outside, muffled by the walls.
“Comin’ to help out the coach?"
Dave and Bradford, you recognized their snarked tones anywhere. What are those two up to this time?
"Oh, hey guys, was just getting prepared." Logan said. “But first I got to head into the Stalls for a quick release."
"You are? tsk, bummer, coach would really appreciate the extra help, wouldn't you say Bradford?"
"You can say that again, the coach's been pulling gray hairs since the water cadet went exploring."
"Went exploring? where did they go" Logan asked.
Silence brewed before the two bullies answered, their laughs muffled by the walls. A fire boiled in your chest as you dug against the fecal matter, adrenaline aiming to tear a hole into the log and crawl your way out.
"What's so funny?" Logan said.
"Oh, oh it's nothing.” Bradford said. “Just a..inside joke."
"Hah! Yeah it is." Dave chimed.
You growled at their words, thrashing against the walls to create a gap for you to crawl through. You barely manage to make a burrow before the walls compressed, drawing the earthy dome against your sides. Logan groaned above, his rectum shifting.
“Hey! Watch it!” Dave said.
“S..sorry guys, I gotta cut this short before I blow.” Logan replied.
The log slithered down the rectal chamber as Logan moved, his thunderous steps causing it to split in two over your torso. A heavy sting streaked your back, the logs caving within the chamber as they threatened to fold you with a single clench. You winced at their pulls, before a loud clunk echoed from outside.
The turd surrounding your upper half pushed forward, slithering passed the shriveled ring before disappearing from sight, a watery splashing following before silence dispersed it.
This isn't good, if you don't get out of here you'll..you clawed against the turds and hard as you could, worming your shoulders from the matter. The walls squeezed closer against your side, snuffing out your efforts to hold you down as the pucker funnel compressed overhead. Its gummy grip was like being pushed through a compactor, smashing the feces coiling your shoulders. They siphoned closer, and you were overwhelmed by a wall of pink muscle, held there in a limbo as the walls scrunched and pouted.
Its bulk cushioned the walls as they pushed down the tubes, moving at a snail's pace as the ring yawned open. Twist and turn, bend and squash, even you were surprised by your endurance, if not your sturdy body after carrying bottles for the team. After another moment of silence, it dispersed as a loud bang boomed below.
the walls squeezed as the folds dispersed, pushing toward another ring as pieces of the consumed mush decorated its crevices like crumbs. Its tight folds crowned against your head, sending your body into a funnel, locking your limbs to your side as Logan's heartbeat pulsed around you.
With another squeeze, you were birthed back into the world, dangling over a porcelain bowl as a body of water danced below. A giant toilet bowl, of course it was.
The ring winked as its folds tightened like a ziplock bag, forcing the breath from your lungs before replacing it with a fiery sensation. You wormed from the ring's vice-like grip, its sloppy suckles yanking your ears as it climbed to your neck.
Fingers reached from behind one of the thighs, the stall door shining in the water's reflection. "Damn it, this is no time to get stuck, the coach's expecting me out there."
Logan reached his middle finger against his taint, its tip mummified in tissue as it snaked closer. It stamped against your face like a Q-tip, causing a needled sensation to crawl up your spine as you see-sawed against the back of his balls. you wanted to shout for his attention, but the bombardment intercepted your words.
With a flick of his finger, a burst of flatulence erupts from the hole, loosening you from your muscular bonds as it signaled your watery descent. You fell into the icy water below, a waterfall of dark yellow fluid streaking from his flaccid phallus as it spread to the rest of the bowl.
His anus yawned as turds fell from the sky, turning the once calm waters into a war zone.
Two slammed at your side, sending you in a tailspin as they plunged into the murky water. You paddled through their waves, splash after splash threatening to take you under as you swam to the edge of the toilet. You reached the watery wall, pawing its waterlogged surface to climb out. But to no avail.
You were caught in Logan's shadow as his cock throbbed overhead. Its clammed slit quivered before a jet stream of warm yellow fluid tackled your torso, launching you back into the water.
Your ears popped as you were caught in the watery current, flailing to get to return to the surface, but the tide refused to let you move. It was only when your tumbling form drifted from the stream did your body gain control. but by then it was now too late.
The yellow stream withered as the slit sealed shut, Logan's fingers tapping the phallus as if it were a hose. "Finally got that out. Thank God." A strip of tissue dried its lips, before moving to wipe the smears caught in the crevices of the tight pucker.
You swam to the surface, bursting out the water like a flying fish as you inhaled the tainted air. But Logan finished wiping, discarding the used tissue into the bowl as you were cast in its net. Its dry surface dampened before touching your palms, weighing you down like an anchor as it floated along the water.
After squeezing the last bit of flatulence from his depths, Logan stood from the bowl, pulling up his gear before heading out of the bathroom. you called his name from under the wet tissue, hoping that he'd hear your plights and come to your aid.
The bowl darkened as a shadow loomed overhead, your heart fluttering at the hint of a rescue. thank goodness, he heard you.
A tear seared through the wet tissue as you clawed your way out, bracing the brown smear painting the center as you reached the surface. You smiled as you looked to the looming shadow, awaiting Logan's eyes to meet yours.
The shadows solidified as they blocked the ceiling light, splitting into two. Bradford and Dave peered over the bowl, filling the rim beaming mugs.
"Holy shit," Dave said, holding his laughter. "you actually were inside that clueless dope!"
No, no these two again.
No wonder he was squirming like a damn slinky.” Bradford said. "Fuck you look like like shit, guess its true when they say you are who you hang with."
"Hah! More like swim with!”
You sulked as the two bellowed overhead, paddling towards the edge to climb yourself out.
Pressure cushioned your shoulder as a finger rested upon it, flicking you back into the shitty pile. "The fuck do you think you're going, we didn't say you could leave!" Bradford raised his first. "Mites like you should respect giants like us!"
His fist loomed over the bowl, his fingers arching like spikes as it hurtled towards the rim.
Dave's arm locked arms with Bradford's, cutting its descent midway. "Now now, let's not be too harsh."
"What? You gone soft or somethin’ ?”
“Don't be dense you lughead. If the brat wants to go, who are we to stop them?" he shared a glance your way, wagging his finger over the bowl. Its tip pressed against the metal handle, causing the water to ripple. "Why don't we send them on their way?"
Dave glanced your way, his guffawed gaze twisting into the crooked grin. "Oh, oh fuck yes."
His finger joined with Dave's on the handle, causing the bowl to hiss as water flooded its pipes. You paddled against the logs, swimming and flopping over those toppled that blocked the way.
"Look at the little turd trying to escape," Bradford snorted. “A water cadet through and through."
“They're about to be a real water cadet once we're done with him." Dave chimed.
They pressed harder against the handle, bubbles flowing between the turds as they brushed against your side. The handle clunked as it tilted beneath their weight, causing the calm pool to turn into a rippling tide as the water level rose. You were pressed against the wall as the water swirled, a whirlpool forming in the middle of the bowl. turds caught in its current capsized as they spun into its funnel, swallowed into the gaping abyss.
A stray current pulled your foot as it dragged into the roaring current towards the watery mouth of the toilet. Dave And Bradford bellowed as you spun around the bowl, awaiting for your inevitable descent as they peered close.
"Here comes the plunge!" Dave said, his tone almost enthusiastic.
You gritted at his words, clawing against the ceramic wall to derail yourself from descending. Gurgling boomed from behind you, disrupting the waves as they climbed back up. The once rising whirlpool stilled as its water filled the funnel, sending its contents back into the bowl.
"The hell! They were so close to being flushed" Bradford Said. "Did you even try to push it!"
"Of course I pushed it! How else do you press a toilet handle?" Dave snapped back. "Fucking Logan must’ve clogged it."
He took a knee as he vanished from the bowel, leering toward the side of the toilet. Rattling reverberated from the side of the toilet, metallic screeches traveling the water like sonars. As Dave released a grunt, a loud clunk erupting, bubbles belched from the abyss below. Not a moment later, Dave returned to the bowl, reaching for the handle.
"Now then, take two." he pressed down as the water level rose, the center begging to funnel. "Hah! Now we're talkin'!"
The water swirled towards the bottom, dragging you towards its watery mouth as it yawned overhead. Time slowed still as you closed your eyes, awaiting the watery plunge that awaited you. but groggily clunks boomed from the toilet’s mouth, a tide of murky water pushing you upwards. Rumbling vibrated through the porcelain bowl, as if a lion were caged inside its pipes.
"Ay Brad..should it be doing that?"
"How the hell would I know-"
The water became a monsoon as you were sloshed between its waves, paddling against its flow to the corners of the bowl. The water sank, and a ghastly boil erupted from the mouth. Clutters of turds launched from the bowl like missiles, striking Bradford and Dave as they both scowled in disgust. Butterflies filled your stomach as the water cocked back, launching you into the air as you struck the bottom of Bradford’s padded jersey.
"Ugh ugh!" He bucked against the stall walls. "It's like being crawled on by a slug."
Ew Ew! Fucking gross!" Dave replied.
They rubbed shoulder pads in their attempts to flee, resulting in one manhandling the other toilet’s earthly cologne spewing its breath to the rest of the bathroom. In their attempt to escape, they slipped on a puddle as They tumbled against the wall, sending you flinging from Bradford's and into a pile of rags.
"You dunce!" Bradford swatted at Dave’s shoulder pad. "You just had to touch the pipes, you're not a fucking plumber!"
"Well I didn't see you coming up with ideas!" he replied, his nostrils flaring. "All this shit is messing with my sinuses, let's get out of here!"
The two retreated into the lockers, their grunts and groans vanishing as the door cracked shut. They're finally gone, thank goodness. You pawed at the wooly folds snagging your limbs, Jerking them away as the floor rocked from your peripheral. You stretched your arm to reach from the plastic end of the bag, fighting the burning sensation resonating in your biceps.
The door creaked open again, a shadow casting overhead. Did they return? What could they possibly want now?
"Man," a softer tone followed, a slender physique thinning into view, it was Logan. "What the heck happened here? A pipe blockage?"
You held your breath as you wrestled against the wrags, hoping to sneak by Logan while he faced the stall's. But it all was snuffed as one of the ragged folds rustled the plastic walls containing them, Logan turning towards you.
"Oh, one of the smaller player's. What are you doing in here?" Logan asked.
Shit, your covers blown. You wriggled to hasten the process, flailing to reach the corners.
Logan took a knee as palms lowered from the sky. "Hey hey, easy there! No need to hurt yourself."
A palm laid across your torso, hovering over you like a safety blanket as the other plucked at the folds snagged around your arms and legs. You kept your breath still, eying him cautiously as his fingers swayed around your miniscule form. The last fold unraveled from your wrist, and the palm on top of you relented as a finger coiled around you, hoisting you into the air.
"There, see? Nothing to it." Logan said, smiling as he hovered his palm closer. "Say, I've seen you around before, you're that water cadet right?"
You perked at the question, nodding slowly.
"I see, everyone's been wondering where you went. the coach was just starting to send out a list for another." He laughed softly, brushing a finger across your hair. "Guess you were off on a trip after all, best tell him the good news, ay?"
He stood to his feet, making his way into the hallway. Other player's came in herds as they eyed the murky sewage seeping from the bottom of the door, asking Logan what had happened, but he shrugged at the question before transitioning to the main crosswalk of the lockers.
Sitting along one of the benches, Bradford and Dave were with the coach, their heads lowered as the old timer chewed them out. As Logan came closer, they shared their glances his way.
Bradford’s gaze lowered to you in his palm, his face scrunching. "You! it's your fault we're covered in shit!"
You hid behind his thumb, Logan's other hand cupping around you. "Me? what did I do?"
"Not you! The brat in your palm!" Dave chimed. "If it weren't for them we-"
The coach grabbed their jerseys, hosting them from the benches. "That's enough from you two! You've got no one to blame but yourselves."
"But coach, they’re the reason the toilet blew up in the first place."
Coach turned towards Logan, his gaze eying you down like a hawk. “The water cadet? You expect me to believe the water cadet was able to cause all that? Bullshit!”
“But coach it’s-”
"No buts about it," He shoved them to the crossway of the locker, exposing them to the other players that huddled in the pathways. "Drop and give me fifty, or you'll be running the field for the whole scrimmage!"
Dave and Bradford groaned as they got on their knees, lowering on all four as they started their push ups. Lowering to the ground, they gagged as their jerseys wisped against their nose, rushing to get back to their full height. But coach placed his palms against their backs.”
"No half assing, I want you both balls to the ground if you want it to count." He turned towards Logan. "Logan, since you came out of the bathroom, hit the showers. and take the water cadet with you, I can smell you both from here."
"Yes, coach!" Logan replied, flaring as his palms flowed over his nose.
He placed you along his shoulder as he made his way to the opposite side of the building. You glanced back at the two doing push ups, their scowling stares meeting yours. With a sneering smile, you waved at them as they grew distant.
"This is such bullshi-"
Coach blew his whistle, " Bradford! If you're gonna foul mouth, be sure you can foot the bill! fifty more push ups!
****************
The faucet ran behind the curtain as steam fogged the floors. Logan tossed his jersey from his body before picking you up, undoing his pants as they slithered to the floor. "Man, that was a trip wasn't it pal?"
You nodded in agreement as your prepared for the shower, adjusting your towel to allow your legs room to move.
Logan chuckled at your enthusiasm, sharing a light smile as he placed his gear in one of the cubbies. He drawed the curtain, easing himself under the warm stream as it poured down his back. Its stream moved over his broad shoulder like a waterfall as he moved you to one of the soap platforms, grabbing the bar of soap as he rubbed it over his body. You caught portions of their splashes, rinsing yourself as their warmth washed over you.
"Dave and Bradford were pretty heated back there, wonder what made you piss them off so much?"
The moments in the shower ran through your mind in a flash, the watery tides splashing around you before you were catapulted through the air. With a sheepish smile, you simply shrugged at the question.
"Huh, too embarrassed to say? It's all good." He squeezed at his shampoo, lathered his hair as suds spilled down his back. "Well whatever it was, can't be changed now I guess."
You nodded as you lathered your own body to wash the filth you swam in. With the adventure you had in the toilet, and in him, it was good to finally get the gunk off your skin. Having a nice warm shower to do it was the icing on top. You looked toward watery soles prancing around the tiled floor, before closing your eyes to lose yourself in the roars of the shower faucet. Glad that's over.
"Nah still can't reach that spot, damn it all." Logan cursed. "Hey uh.. buddy? This may seem like a shot in the dark, but can I ask for a favor..between teammates?" He waddled as he spun to the opposite wall, planting his heels as he bent down and coiled his fingers between his mounds. He spread them apart, squatting its open maw over you. "Can you give my hole a quick scrub, it's been itching for days."
Your heart skipped as the pucker widened and flexed, threatening to take you back into their embrace. Your head felt hazy, your legs growing numb as you fainted to the floor, letting the faucet wash over you.
"Gah! Bud you alright?!" He tapped at your side, just as you released a groan. As you slouched over his thumb, he scratched his head. "Was it something I said?"
A Drunken Mistake
"UUUUUURP!" Chris let out an almighty belch as his best friend, Tommy, plopped into his stomach. He didn't eat him on purpose, he was just so drunk that while Tommy was helping him to his bedroom he mistook him for a light snack.
"Y-you settle down in there, I'll sleep it off while you digest" Chris slurred, still unaware that Tommy was in his stomach and not some random stranger. Tommy, who was very much sober, pounded on the walls of Chris' stomach, his skin tingling as it got coated in acids. "Chris!" He screamed, "it's Tommy to drunken fucker, let me out right now!"
"BOUUUUUUUUUURP" Chris let out another massive burp, which caused Tommy to feel light headed as air was pulled out of his fleshy prison. Tommy soon felt his whole world fall as Chris slumped down onto his bed. A few seconds later he heard Chris' breathing become heavy as he drifted off to sleep.
While he slept the temperature inside his hungry stomach began to rise as the digestion kicked in. Tommy started to sweat like mad, frantically scratching at his blistering skin as he marinated in the juices that Chris' body was coating him in. He could feel himself being broken down by his best friend and knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He slowly began to lose consciousness as Chris continued digesting him down into soup, he'd soon just be fat and nutrients.
The next morning Chris woke with a splitting headache. He got up and looked down at his stomach, which had grown quite a bit since last night. He chuckled, wondering what poor soul he'd managed to gobble down in his drunken haze. After checking himself out in the mirror he felt something force it's way out of his stomach.
"BUUUUUURP!" With a wet belch he spat out a burnt green shirt and what looked like the remains of a pair of underwear. After examining the familiar shirt he looked over and saw Tommy's phone by the window. Then it hit him, he'd eaten and digested his best friend by accident!
Chris knew he should feel bad but instead he just chuckled, he was too hungover to feel sorry. "Sorry man it's probably not how you wanted to go, but judging by that belch you tasted great! And look at the good you did for my wasteline!" He said, admiring his body in the mirror. He smiled and gave his heavy belly a smack, feeling whatever was left of Tommy sloshing about inside in him.
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What I see before he sits on my face.
A preview of the next story, a climax for your unaware adventure with Logan ^^)
Another day in the confines of logan's ass. Every glance you’d take was filled with an eternal abyss, rectal muscles rippling against you like waves along a shore. Every so often a jerk would send you back to the quivering entrance, the outside world sealed beyond your reach by the shriveled ring guarding the entrance. It was night when you managed to pierce the hole, but now it was a distant memory from the past. You counted the hours as best you could, but that withered away as soggy walls spooned your back.
The walls jerked as they compressed against you, metal clunks booming through the flesh like thunder, before they stiffened in place. Grunts echoed from above as Logan moved around, gravity yanking up and down as your stomach tied itself in knots.
“Nineteen…twenty…twenty one…” Logan counted, overshadowing the metallic clunks as you continued to rise and fall.
Another one of his sets, the 5th one he's done since God knows how long. You shoved your limbs into the doughy walls, stretching a fold apart to draw his attention your way. But you had little manipulation over them, your blows absorbed into their soggy surface as they continued to compress and sway.
Logan groaned, beating at his own waist that bubbled and churned. "Fuck these turds are poking hard, knew I should've gone at home before I came here."
You gritted beneath the walls assault, a hill of flesh molding you into a meat pocket. You wrestled against the muscular sheet oto get back to the hole, dwindling your finger in hopes to incisor their hold and climb your way through. But the walls merely jiggled as they yanked against your body, sucking you out of the meat pocket and into the twisted caverns of Logan’s rectum. Warm balls of matter bumped against your sides, growing in herds as their marbled size grew into boulders.
Digested protein coated their surface like a cologne, forcing your stomach to heave to keep yourself from losing your lunch. You jerked to you body to keep away from the ascending matter, but it grew harder as the muscular tube grew in size, allowing passage for the turds as they moved past you like a herd of cattle.
Warmth spilled against your back as a thick log pressed its tip against you, drawing its charcoaled marks along your spine as if it were a giant marker. It’s surface was too mushy to move as you tempted to wiggle yourself free, twisting your limbs in efforts to buck the log from your back.
Your limbs were caught in another layer of matter, strung up by its web as their doughy surface wrapped around them like shackles.
A loud clang erupted from below, Logan's body shifting. “Ugh, I can’t concentrate when I have to take a shit.”
The walls siphoned as the chamber narrowed against you, hugging against your body as the scattered turds rushed towards you. They clung to you like magnets as they molded into one of their own. Merging into a single unit as they cluttered the muscular walls. Your earthy shackles climbed over your arms and feet, submerging them in matter as they raced towards your face. With one last yelp were overtaken, entombed in a cocoon of the player's excrement.
"Thank fuck, that should keep it at bay until I finish my reps." Logan said.
This isn’t how I imagined it at all. The trip down his throat was almost painfully constricting, and the man’s stomach was even worse. It’s so fucking cramped in here and I’m in such a tight fetal position that my face is pressing into my knees. I can barely breathe at all and the air is so acrid that it’s making my lungs burn and my eyes water. And the smell… Oh god the smell is so foul it’s unbearable. Ah fuck! The walls around me keep pressing me tighter and tighter, I feel like I’m being crushed rather than gently squeezed by them like I pictured would happen. Oh god this is awful why the fuck did I let him do this, why did I think this would feel good?! “I WANT OUT I WANT OUT PLEASE LET ME OUT” I begged, but I knew he wouldn’t. He’d told me as much before we started, told me that it was a one way trip and I couldn’t change my mind once I got to my destination. I’d stupidly agreed thinking I wouldn’t. He doesn’t even reply, instead letting loose a deep, satisfied belch. I didn’t think it could get any tighter in here, but after that belch, it does. The walls are pretty much skin-tight on me now and- oh fuck my skin, it’s itching, almost burning! Fuck fuck fuck am I starting to digest?! No way! I’ve only been in here for a few minutes there’s no way he could already be starting to digest me! I was supposed to pass out before I digested, that’s how it always was in the stories! Guess that’s another thing they got wrong. F-fuck it’s starting to hurt- oh god IM DIGESTING IM DIGESTING IM DIGES- “Uuuuurrp!” A final belch and I have no more air, thankfully, mercifully, I pass out, avoiding experiencing the worst of my own gurgling demise.
“What the hell happened last night?”
Greg woke up all dizzy after spending the night on the couch, smoking weed and drinking beer.
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!
“Oh god, I really have to go to the bathroom” he thought as he felt his ass was about to burst. He sat on the toilet and immediately a storm of shit hit the water below. “Man, yesterday I must’ve got a bad case of munchies.”
After a while he felt a pressure down there, and so after a wet fart something came out of his ass cheeks. He looked in the dark waters, there were his little brother’s nerdy glasses, covered in fecal matter.
“Shit! That’s what happened yesterday.”
He stood up, looking at the pile of turds that used to be his brother.
“Well, you kinda were a piece of shit even before I turned you into one.”
An ill-fitting top.
Apart from standing a few inches taller than me, my roommate was jealous of how powerful I looked compared to him. I had much more muscle (and a little more fat) distributed nicely around my body, which he eventually took action to steal for himself.
He convinced me one day to try something he’d read online on some shady forum, something about keeping me in his stomach to absorb some of my body mass. He insisted it would just be for a short while, and that he’d only take what he needed to turn his slender frame into a bit more of a muscular hunk. To be honest, I laughed in his face, as I thought there was no way he could fit me behind those skinny abs of his.
So I stupidly said yes, and to my surprise he managed to cram my entire body down his throat and pack me tightly into his stomach. The heat inside the confined space was more intense than any sauna I’d ever experienced. As sweat continuously leaked through my skin, there was this strange sensation that felt like my strength was being dragged out with it. At the same time, his stomach pumped in digestive juices that washed over me, the whole process gradually draining the fat, muscle and testosterone from my body directly into his own.
My roommate admired himself in the bathroom mirror as he watched his swollen gut shrink ever so slightly, the rest of his body undergoing the transformation he was promised. His arms, legs and pecs were padding out with extra muscle, but there were other features developing that he hadn’t expected. The raw testosterone seemed to make his beard fuller, and he swore he could feel the meat hanging between his legs getting slightly heftier too.
Hoping to get an indication of when I would get released, I asked him how his new body was coming along. “It’s going great buddy, thanks for the extra mass. But to be fully honest, I’ve always thought it was wasted on you. I might as well take everything you have to offer…”
I realised he was going to fully digest me, but I could only struggle lightly now that our roles had been reversed. He was now much more powerful than me, and his gut had a tight hold on its source of nourishment. My energy and consciousness left me as his stomach compacted and churned, repurposing everything it could into fuel for my roommate’s growth. Once it was all over, he flexed his newly bulging biceps and slipped a hand into his shorts, smirking as his fingers stroked along a couple of extra inches than usual.
The only drawback was a little bit of pudge that stayed around his belly, but that was nothing a few trips to the gym couldn’t turn into something more useful.
Belly is getting BIG!
I don’t mind some light bondage now and again, so I didn’t see any problem with my hands getting tied to the bed frame behind me. Since this guy’s chubby body was considerably larger than mine, that also helped to reinforce the dominance he exerted over me.
He first straddled my chest between his chunky thighs, pressing his pudgy belly into my face with only short breaks to breathe in between. Eventually he shuffled back so that he could lean in for a passionate kiss, moaning as his tongue danced with my own. The real fun started when his mouth began to explore the rest of my body, working its way slowly down my neck and across my chest. He teased my cock and balls with a single lick of his broad tongue, before trailing saliva down my legs and reaching his final destination.
I squirmed as he gave my feet an attentive massage with his mouth, making my body tremble as his tongue tickled my soles and slathered them with drool. My feet were so wet and slippery after his playing around, it only took a second to suck them straight past his lips and gulp them down. The man crawled along the bed while he continued to feed my legs into his hungry maw, all my writhing around doing nothing to aid my escape.
I was restrained from both ends: rope tied securely around my hands, and the tight grip of his throat muscles around my lower half. I watched as his gut hung lower as the weight of my body was added to it, all the way until my head was captured within his dripping cavern of a mouth. He cut my restraints before he leaned upright and tilted back his head, greedily slurping my arms down his gullet and belching as the last piece of his prey hit the bottom of his stomach.
Being trapped inside his gut was way more bondage than I’d signed up for, but all my complaining and begging was easy to ignore behind the noise of his stomach breaking me down.
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"Nngh... Man, you're really packing on the weight in here," the predator grunts, both hands cradling the expansive curve of his distended belly. The form of a curled-up person is unmistakably bulging from beneath the skin, pressing out and causing every detail, every curve, every line of his abdomen to be more pronounced. Even the normally subtle dip of his innie belly button is stretched, the skin around it taut.
He huffs, trying to adjust his stance to better support the considerable weight. "Ugh, I've eaten big meals before, but you... you really take the cake," he says, a playful glint in his eyes as he looks down at the pronounced shape you've made against his skin.
"You know, most people go on diets to feel lighter, but I guess my way's a bit more... direct." He pats his belly with a smirk, the sound echoing slightly. "Can't wait till you've broken down some more. Walking around's gonna be so much easier when you're just an extra layer of padding on my gut."
He chuckles, shifting from foot to foot. "In the meantime, try not to squirm too much, okay? It's already hard enough carrying this much extra weight around."
I’ve been serving the same predator for years now, using me for additional pleasure whenever he indulged in a man-sized meal. Whenever he walked into his bedroom with a huge squirming belly, I was kneeling in the corner in a collar and chain, patiently waiting to worship him.
He would grab the chain and use it to hold me close to his stomach, making me kiss and rub it while I listened to the unlucky prey get painfully digested inside him. Out of the corner of my eye, I would watch his beefy biceps flexing as he stroked his cock. He edged himself until he was ready to stuff it into my mouth and pump his thick, sticky load down my throat.
It seemed like my service would continue forever, until the day my master came home with an empty stomach. Rather than wasting his energy hunting down his dinner, he’d decided to take the easy option and feast on the meal that patiently awaited his return. He still forced me worship his gut, now much softer than usual and rumbling loudly with hunger.
Suddenly, he shoved me to the ground and caught my feet as they flung into the air, immediately stuffing them into his maw as he couldn’t wait any longer to feed. As my legs slipped into the crushingly tight embrace of his throat muscles, I finally discovered what it was like to become his food. I felt immense fear as more of my body was sucked down his gullet, every muscle straining as I was slowly but forcefully packed into his stomach.
I’d never once protested against anything my master had done to me before. But as his lips approached my neck, I couldn’t help begging for him to spare me, which he of course ignored. I whimpered in response to the sickening squelching sound of his tongue, which glided along my face as my head was swallowed.
The chain of my collar still hung from his mouth as he rubbed his full belly, settling on his bed to stroke his meat while he digested me. I barely remained conscious for a few minutes, passing out from the additional burning pain caused by his strong stomach acid. After blowing his load across his swollen gut, he pulled the chain from his mouth and belched as he stared at the slimy, damaged collar he’d dragged back through his gullet.