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Winter Bulk Cycle (October-March)

SW: 241.4 lbs. GW: 300 lbs

Week 1-4: 600 MG Test C, 200 mg Tren E, 200 mg Primo, 50 MG dbol daily

Week 5-14: 1000 MG Test C, 400 MG Tren E, 500 mg Deca, 50 MG dbol daily

Week 15-18: 1200 mg Test C, 500 mg Tren E, 500 mg Deca, 50 MG dbol daily

Week 19-22: 800 MG Test C, 200 MG Tren E, 300 MG Deca, 50 MG dbol daily

Week 23-24: 500 mg Test C, 200 MG Tren E

Week 25-30: PCT

If you can't look like a cute anime boy the logical solution is to become a roid-slut instead :3

I visited a friend of mine while he was in the middle of some home renovations, most of the work being done by one particular handyman. The first time I saw him, he was working shirtless in the garden due to the hot weather. I almost had to stop myself drooling at the sight of his gorgeous body, his nipple piercings catching the light and drawing my attention to the big, hairy belly that rested just below them.

I agreed to watch the house for my friend while he was out running some errands one day, leaving me all alone with the handsome worker. While I watched him drilling holes into the wall, my mind wandered as I imagined him sticking a different ‘tool’ of his into a hole of my own. My lewd thoughts distracted me from the sound of his stomach rumbling, unaware that in the moment he looked around for something to eat, his hungry gaze had locked onto me.

When he came walking towards me, I thought my dreams might be about to come true. Instead, he planted his huge hands firmly on my shoulders and opened his mouth wide, leaning forward to wrap his jaws around my head. He picked me up and began stuffing me into his greedy maw, each gulp engulfing more of my body in its tight, slimy embrace. He didn’t care about removing my clothes to get to my raw taste; he only cared about consuming me entirely, to fill his belly and satisfy his appetite.

In just a couple of minutes, he finished swallowing me down into his sweltering tank. Rather than listen to my muffled screaming and the gurgling of his stomach as it dealt with me, he slipped on some headphones and drowned out the noise while he continued his work.

He didn’t really care if his employer asked where his friend had disappeared to. He was confident that his stomach would return to its normal size once I was fully melted down, leaving no evidence behind.

I usually arrive home from work a little later than my husband does. When I walked through the door today, I found him sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, having such little energy left to even make it to the comfier seat.

It was obvious why he was so sweaty and out of breath; his round belly was twice the size it usually was, his trousers burst wide open to accommodate it. This was a clear sign that he’d swallowed some poor intern from his office again. He’d subjected me to the same thing a few times before when I really annoyed him, so I knew exactly how hot and uncomfortable it was inside his stomach.

“You gonna help me out, babe?” He pulled down his pants a little lower, revealing his hard bulge to me. I don’t know if it was the squirming or the feeling of control over another man that turned him on more, but regardless I figured I would join him in his enjoyment. I sat beside my partner and made out with him while I jerked him off, the man inside his gut getting more energetic as he realised what was happening.

“Quiet down, you know you deserve this. I’ll let you out for work tomorrow morning, but until then you can learn how to serve one of your superiors.”

My husband jostled his belly around to get the intern to stop his protesting, licking his lips at the same time. I could tell he enjoyed the taste of his prey just as much as the power he held over them. They were just lucky he was kind enough to avoid digesting them. After all, having to hire replacements who tasted just as good would be such a hassle.

Are you on gear yourself? Or just a fan?

I am on Gear bro!! In fact I'm going on the God Gear during my winter bulk! That's right boys, RoidedCubb is finally adding HGH to the team!!!! Time to mutate into a muscle freak!!

What motivates you to get as jacked as possible?

To become the monster I want to be! The bigger I get, the stronger I am and the more I intimidate everyone weaker than me! The exhilaration of knowing my arms are bigger than your head or that I can lift you over my head if you piss me off is my dream! The more muscle I build, the closer I get to being a mutant!!

Giving this a go

Oh boy, today was quite the adventure. I was fed such an incredible feast that I felt like I couldn’t move at all. I had eaten a mountain of food! I couldn’t breathe; I thought my belly might just burst. I was pleading with them to ease up on cramming food into my mouth because I simply couldn’t swallow another bite. It took a few hours for my belly to calm down enough so that I could finally drive home. I was definitely grateful for the amazing feeding session and the lovely company, but I might need to take it easy at the next meal. I can’t handle this every day.

chest pump

"Heh, told you that I'd take you along on a road trip with me bro. As far as I'm concerned, I help up to the deal." (with audio)

body hair update. I shaved two weeks ago but hair on my shoulders and traps is growing back fast now

A Staff member wanted to leave early. The boss swallowed him to keep him at work.

Hear the digestion sounds deep inside my bloated extended gut with burps.

After eating a huge meal, my belly was packed full. Hear the stomach acids digesting deep down. It made me burp a few times. Rubbing my bloated potbelly with a little bit of oil helped ease the pressure and made my skin feel real nice and smooth. I felt good all over, inside and out.

"Come on, give it a rub. Tell me who you think is in there...."

Watching/reading gainer porn: This is totally hot and not weird

Afterwards: Shit, I’m kinky as fuck what the hell am I looking at?

@michaelsmacro thanks for the dinner, you were amazing 😈🫃🏻❤️

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A short, scrawny guy who envies the 8 or 9 foot tall "giants" in his life with their beefy, thicc frames. So he decides to get bigger by eating one of his giant buddies in his sleep. It's hard work, especially for a first meal. But he succeeds, depositing the statuesque man in his belly which pins him down. All his energy is devoted to digesting this meal and when it's over, he's much taller, beefier and his features more chiseled and Greek statue like

(This one realy stood out to me so I had to write it. Digestion, unwilling vore, scat.)

    Connor has always been small. Growing up he was always on the shorter side standing at an even 5'8”, he was always on the thinner side, the weaker side. Then when his friends all began to tower over him and started working out, it only cemented his insecurities. At first he tried to work out with them. If he couldn’t be tall then at the very least he could build muscle. Right?

    Wrong, apparently. No matter how hard he tried to gain muscles, no matter how much his friends couched him, he just couldn’t keep the muscles on. The shakes and special protein meals didn’t help either. Despite following the instructions very carefully it only resulted in a bigger appetite and a soft bloated belly. His friends all just smiled thinly at his troubles while they packed on the pounds effortlessly. Telling him not to worry about it because despite being small, he was at least healthy.

   Healthy could kick rocks for all he cared. His face twisted into a dark scowl as he scrolled through another ‘obscure’ weight gain article. He wanted to be big! He wanted to be huge! To be honest he was very close to trying steroids. But his best friend, Lewis, he was always there. He was always trying to encourage him and pleading with him to be happy with his body.

    Lewis knew that his bulging muscles and towering frame made Connor insecure. So much so that he began wearing larger clothes to hide his godly physique. Slouching to not seem as tall or wide, and through the spike of envy that twisted his heart, Connor felt bad that his friend would do this. But it also made his heart soar knowing that Lewis cared so much. Lewis was the one who did the most for him. Constantly telling Cannor that he would do anything for him. Even at his expense.

    As Connor sat in front of his computer reading the information that belonged only on the darkest corners of the web, he wondered how much he would actually do. The light of his computer cast an eerie glow on his face as he read over the instructions listed once again. The author of the article claimed to gain his Adonis body by devour someone of that body type. But it wasn’t just the typical description of cannibalism. No, instead he claimed to gain his dream body by swallowing his prey whole. That was another thing Connor noticed, all throughout the article the author referred to himself as a predator, and his victim as his prey.

    Connor scoffed the first time he read it. But as his eyes scanned to instructions again and again, he began to consider it. His belly rumbled, having finished his protein packed snack, it wanted more. But he couldn’t eat someone could he? His mind drifted to Lewis then. His best friend who had the perfect chiseled body, he was 7'2”, and easily weighed in at 20 stones. Essential the exact body that Connor has always wished for…and all of it slept soundly upstairs.

    His eyes darted across the instructions one last time before clicking out of the secure browser. First rub jaw in circular motions until a soft pop is felt, then start on one end slowly begin to swallow the prey. Easy enough. So, with his heart racing, Connor slowly climbed the stairs to his bedroom. What seemed like hours passed as he stood in the door and watched his best friend sleep in his bed. His massive body dwarfing the the double bed underneath him. His bare leg hung over the side with the covers draped only over a portion of his body. After letting Lewis sleep in his bed for the first time, he ended up learning that Lewis prefered to sleep in the nude.

    Connors belly rumbled and he hurriedly clutched his middle, as if afraid it would wake his giant friend. His heart beat rapidly as he took measured steps to his bed. Slowly sitting at the foot of the mattress, his eyes never leaving the sleeping behemoth of a man. Lewis always said he would do anything to make Connor happy. And, maybe that was just him flirting with him, but Connor needed this. He needed to grow. And if the article turned out to be just some weird fetish fantasy, then no harm done. If Lewis woke up to Connor sucking on his toes, well he never had to learn Connors real intent.

    Connor closed his eyes and took deep calming breaths. In and out. In. And out. Opening his eyes again, Connor leaned forward and dragged Lewis’s heavy leg onto the bed and straightened the man out as best he could. He slowly dropped to his knees and stared hard at the bare feet in front of him. It was now or never. Lewis would help him get strong; even at his own expense.

    He brought his hands up to his jaw and rubbed firmly. Stretching his mouth wide as he dug his fingers his temporomandibular joints, feeling his jaw steadily open wider. Until finally the joints popped, feeling something like cracking a knuckle. Connor dropped his hands and opened and closed his mouth a few times. He couldn’t believe this was happening; his mouth opened in humanly wide, farther than bus skin should ever allow.

    His eyes fell down onto Lewis again. His belly growling quietly as drool dripped down his chin. ‘It’s now or never’ Connor thought to himself. Slowly lowering his face to his friends feet and giving a careful lick. Flavor exploded in his mouth and Connor can’t help but moan. Pulling Lewis’s toes into his mouth and sucking on the divine taste of his soft skin. Connor’s eyes fell closed as he sucked more of Lewis’s foot into his mouth his tongue dancing across the smooth sole before he dragged the other foot into his gaping maw.

    The toes grazed the back of his throat and his eyes flew open as he gagged, struggling for a moment before swallowing hard. The feet slowly filling his mouth and throat as Connor crawled onto the bed. His cheeks stretched wide across the beefy calves as he dragged his tongue all across them. Swallow after swallow slowly pulling the large man into him. He felt the feet enter his belly and moaned again as it stretched around them. He’s never felt so full before, and it felt amazing.

    Lewis’s firm thighs passed quickly through his mouth. Connor eyed the massive semi hard cock that large balls as he slowly inched closer. It was just another thing of Lewis he wished he had. A dark blush covered his cheeks as he tongued the cock into his mouth, his sucking and swallowing causing it become more erect. Forcing it out of his mind, Connor worked on getting Lewis’s delicious bubble butt into his mouth. The cheeks a pleasant mic of soft and firm.

    His belly ached wonderfully as he swallowed more and more of Lewis. Stretching out comically as the giant begins to curl inside the tight organ. His lips stretch even more as he shoves Lewis’s hands into his mouth. Each one easily the size of his head and the muscled arms attached where as wide as his ribs. It was a struggle but Connor slowly inched his way up Lewis pillowy bosom. Gnawing on the hard muscles as the slipped into his throat.

    Once he reached his throat, Connor paused. Taking one last moment to memorise his best friend-now dinner’s face before he swallowed him completely. With a nod to himself, Connor gave one massive swallow and dragged Lewis’s head entirely into his mouth. The bulge in his throat slowly shrinking as Lewis passed completely into his pulsating belly. He did it. In his heart he never thought he would actually be able to eat his best friend. But now as he lay in bed, his enormous belly pinning him in place, he begins to laugh quietly.

    With a smile on his face, Connor rubs his hands into his groaning belly. Glad that Lewis is such a heavy sleeper. He can feel his belly working around Lewis, pulsing and contracting around the pure protein packed meal. He can hear and feel the acid filling his belly, the growling growing more wet and sloshy with each contraction of his belly. Exhaustion hits when he feels Lewis begin to move. His eyes drifting to sleep as his prey begins to thrash around, sending pleasant jolts through his body.

    Connor’s eyes close slowly and he smiles. Ever so glad to have a great meal like Lewis for a friend.

-

    Throughout the night Lewis fought and pleaded for help as his body was slowly digested. He had no idea what was happening other than everything hurt. Fortunately he passed out soon after waking up, having used up his little oxygen. His last thoughts where of his friend Connor, wishing for him to help him. If he had only known that was so desperate to be like him, he might not have spent the night. Instead he sat curled up in his best friends powerful belly. His flesh blistered and melted away, his muscles boiling and liquefying, while his bones turned jelly like in the meat soup of acid. Connor’s stomach walls squeezing and grinding him into pasty chime.

    Outside, Connor sleep soundly. A satisfied smile stretched across his face as his once friend dissolved and flushed into his bowels. His body buzzed pleasantly as it grew. His bones elongating and his muscles swelling. His body changed steadily as it absorbed his nutrient rich feast. His once angular face filled out as his jaw squared out. His thin oily hair filling out and becoming softer, and his dry flaky skin glows with health. In the end growing from messily 5'8”, 120lbs to an impressive 7'8” and 300lbs. His new muscles countered with a healthy amount of fat on top.

    Hours pass and his belly shrinks and lowers to a fraction of the size. Shrinking to about the size of a large watermelon. It growled and groan as what remained of Lewis passed through Connor’s bowels. Stretching out his intestines as gas built up around the useless waste.

    When Connor woke up in the morning, it was to an intense amount of pressure in his lower stomach. His strong hand sluggishly rubbed his compacted belly, his fingers poking and prodding along his rock hard belly. His mind, still fogged over from the best sleep he’s ever had, tried to piece together the odd dream he had in the night. He dreamed that he had eaten Lewis in some weird desperate attempt to get fit. But the longer he laid there, feeling the shifting in his bowels, the more he remembered.

    The memory of Lewis’s flesh making him salivate as realisation struck him. Sitting up, Connor inspected himself. A smile spreading across his face. Aside from his bloated belly he was perfect. Muscles covered every inch of his body, a small amount of fat softening his edges ever so slightly. Amidst his inspection, his belly cramps and rumbles. Causing Connor to grimace and clutch his rock of a belly. A loud and rancid fart thunders through the room. Relieving only a little bit of pressure in his belly.

    Standing too quickly, he stumbles out of his room. Not quite sure how to maneuver with his longer legs. He tears of his previously too large shirt as he enters the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. His grin widens even more as he relishes in his now handsome physique. His belly groans again and he strutes to the toilet. One hand caressing his swollen belly as the other fishes his cock out of his shorts. Surprise takes over before being replaced by smug delight as he realises all of him has grown.

    His belly groans again as he finishes and he swivels around on his foot, plopping down on the toilet with a sigh. Both hands rest on his belly and rub soothing circles across the stretched skin. Connor grunts and pushes down hard as he passes Lewis out of his body. The crackling of shit filling the room as the massive, hard log of shit inches out of him. Falling with a splash in the bowl bellow.

    Connor moans and rubs his belly as he realises the first large log didn’t even dent the mass in his bowels. As the next log begins to slide out of him he readies himself for how long this will take him.

-

    Connor sighs in relief as he’s finally finished with Lewis. Cleaning himself up he stands and stares down the toilet as he flushes away what remains of his best friend. His fingers rub his now empty belly, fingers sinking into the slight curve on his abs. The fat on his belly actually making his muscles stand out more. Connor smiles to himself as he admires his reflection, happy to have had a great friend like Lewis. His belly growls in hungry, and as he makes his way to his kitchen, he can’t help but wonder if any of his other friends would be willing to help him get even more perfect.

Anatomy II

By: JohnBoy

Someone was pounding on the door...

Big Jim Reese woke up with a snort; he'd been having a late afternoon nap on the cot in his office. His "office" was actually a small trailer, parked amongst some trees near the back of the construction site.

Jim sat up groggily -- he coughed and slowly ran a large, beefy hand over the stubble on his shaved head. The pounding came again, more urgent this time.

"Hey, Mr. Reese! You in there?" It sounded like a young guy.

"Yeah, yeah," he spoke in his deep baritone, "hold on a sec." The huge black man got up and opened the door.

It was Ken, the son of the crane-operator. He was tall and rather well-built, about 20 or so, sandy blond and blue-eyed, and with a tuft of bristly beard on the end of his chin.

Jim had noticed (on the four or five other occasions that he'd met him) that he always acted a bit shy and nervous around him. Probably, he guessed, because he was intimidated by his size: Jim was a half-foot taller than him, and probably out- weighed the kid by at least 130 pounds (a good deal of it was solid muscle, too).

"Hey Kenny, what're you doin' here?"

"Is-- is my Dad here?"

"Nope, he's gone home already." Jim yawned; he thought the young man looked even more nervous than usual. "Uh, everything okay?"

Ken glanced over his shoulder. "The cops are after me, man."

"What?" Jim looked towards the street; he could see a police cruiser pulling up in front of the site. He'd heard that this boy had been in trouble with the law in the past: B&E, some minor theft...

"I need a place to hide. Please, you gotta let me in!"

Jim sighed. He wanted nothing to do with this kid's problems. But an idea was starting to form in his head... and before he even realized it, he said, "Okay, get in." Ken was peeking out through the blinds, watching the cop. Jim had not asked him what kind of trouble he was in this time, and the kid hadn't told him...

"What's he doing?" Jim asked.

"He's just talking to one of the workers. Wait-- shit, the guy's pointing this way!"

Kenny looked around the trailer. "Fuck, if I get caught this time, I'm going to jail for sure. You can't let him find me!"

"If he wants to look in here, I don't think I can really stop him."

"But... there's no place to hide in here! What am I gonna do?"

"Well," he said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant, "I got a suggestion."

"What??"

"How much you weigh, Kenny?"

"Wha--? Uh, about 190, I guess. Why?"

Jim tugged thoughtfully at his wiry, dark goatee. This young man was a fair bit bigger than the doctor had been. He wondered, could he do it?

"You can hide... in here." Jim pointed to his stomach.

"Huh?"

"I could swallow you."

Ken just stared at him.

Jim went on, "Just for awhile. I could swallow you whole and hide you inside my belly, just 'til the cop leaves. Don't worry, you'll be safe. If he comes up here lookin' for you, well... there's no way he'd find ya. Then when he's gone, I'll let you out."

Ken continued to stare at him.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Oh come on... this is a joke, right?"

"No, I mean it. I'm serious."

"You're crazy, Mr. Reese. You can't swallow a whole person. It's-- it's frickin' impossible!!"

"Well, yeah, for most people. But I'm different; there's somethin' special about my anatomy that lets me do it. Big mouth, big throat, big stomach... just ask my doctor. Trust me, I can do it." Jim knew this might not be completely true... after all, when he'd done it before (three days earlier), Doctor Moffat had given him some kind of injection as well. Whether he could do it now, without the drug, remained to be seen.

Ken still seemed unconvinced. He looked out the window again, anxiously.

"Well, we're runnin' outta time, son," Jim said, "Do you wanna try it or not?"

"But... you'll let me back out, right?"

"Yeah, sure, of course I will."

The kid shrugged. "What the hell, I guess I got no choice. Okay."

"Damn right!" Jim tried to suppress his excitement. Ever since the doctor's appointment, he'd been thinking of little else but swallowing someone again -- and now he had his chance!! Of course he intended to release the boy afterwards...

but he thought, maybe he could try to keep him inside for awhile? Say, ten minutes or so? Would he survive in there that long??

"Er, what should I do...?"

The big man went to the tiny fridge and pulled out a stick of butter. "Take off all yer clothes and rub this on you."

Ken's face screwed up. "What are you gonna do, fry me up first?"

"It's to make you slide down easy. Come on. And take that earring off, too." Jim looked through the blinds. "You better hurry up, son. I think the cop is comin' this way," he lied.

Kenny started to undress. Jim took off his own shirt, undid the button on his jeans, and unzipped his fly part-way. He saw Ken looking at him as he did this, and said, "Gotta make room for ya." He patted his belly. "You're a big boy."

The young man was completely nude now. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the stick of butter and began to rub it over his chest. "It's cold!"

"Don't worry, you'll get nice and warmed up once you're inside me." Jim realized that he was starting to salivate. His stomach began to grumble and groan in anticipation, and he wondered if Kenny could hear it...

After the boy had buttered himself up, Jim ordered him to lie down on the cot, on his back. He dropped to his knees heavily at the foot of the cot and grabbed him firmly by the ankles, lifting his feet up. He hoped the hunger in his face wasn't too obvious. Now Jim could see a hint of fear in Ken's expression, and realized he'd have to work fast and get it done with before he changed his mind. (And just in case the policeman came around, too!)

He said in a reassuring tone, "It's okay, kid. I promise it won't hurt a bit. I've done this before." He grinned. Then he crouched down and opened his mouth very, very wide...

"Shit, man," Ken mumbled.

With a grunt, Jim quickly thrust both feet into his mouth and part-way down his throat -- Ken giggled despite his fear, squirming around as if he was being tickled. Jim grasped his legs more tightly and pushed again, taking him in almost to the knees with a thick, slurping sound.

"Holy cow, I can't believe you're doing that!" the boy said in amazement. "Hey, wait, I just thought of something... will I even be able to breathe in there?"

Jim tried to nod (which wasn't easy), and gulped again, taking his legs in even further. He couldn't believe how fantastic this felt... the kid was delicious! He'd be moaning with pleasure if his throat hadn't been so full. He wished he could slow down and enjoy every inch of Kenny's smooth, firm, sweet flesh as it slipped inside him, but there wasn't enough time -- besides, he was too ravenous!

Ken's face turned pale as he watched the huge man's mouth working to take him in, gobbling him up, the lips stretching around his hips and ass now. "Goddamn..." he whispered.

Jim's eyes were starting to roll over white with the effort. He continued to swallow, while at the same time holding Ken by his upper arms and shoving him in. Then he guided his hands into his mouth, gaping even wider to engulf the boy's muscular torso and arms. He could feel his legs starting to fold up inside his belly.

"Uhh, Mr. Reese?"

He ignored him. He couldn't believe the power of his throat muscles; it seemed they were working on auto-pilot, flexing and gulping almost on their own, practically sucking the kid down his gullet... it felt so natural. He realized there was no question now as to whether or not he needed drugs to do this.

But the most difficult part was coming: Kenny's wide shoulders...

Ken seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing with the pressure on his chest. His eyes were starting to bug out, and there was an incredulous expression on his face; Jim imagined that he must've looked quite bizarre right now, with his mouth stetched out to grotesque proportions.

This was starting to get harder, and the sensation of fullness was unbelievable. Perhaps the boy was too big? Had he bitten off more than he could chew, so to speak?

The young man blurted, "I-- I'm not sure about this anymore. Wait..." He began to struggle feebly, but his arms were pinned to his sides, inside Jim's throat.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the trailer door. A voice called out, "Anyone in there?"

Jim's heart lunged. Shit, it was the cop! He looked Ken in the face, wondering what his reaction would be. Would he scream for help??

A moment of silence passed... then Ken seemed to make his decision: "Uh," he cleared his throat, and tried to talk in a deeper voice, "Yes, officer? I mean, who is it?"

Jim would've smiled if he could. He continued to swallow -- but now it felt like the kid was almost stuck!

"Jim Reese? I'd like to talk to you, if you don't mind."

"Uhh... okay, er, gimme a minute," Ken said.

Jim reached out, clamped onto Ken's shoulders and began forcefully shoving him in with all his strength, swallowing hard.

The door handle rattled. "Please open up, it's the police."

"Just-- just let me get some pants on! Oh, Christ..." Kenny gasped.

Now only his head still protruded from the man's mouth. Jim pushed on the crown of his head with both hands, and he continued to slide in... he could feel the kid's little beard scraping against the roof of his mouth.

In a muffled voice, he heard him say, "Jeez, it smells like hamburgers in here..."

And then he closed his mouth completely over him and gulped hugely. He felt the boy going all the way down, filling his gut...

The cop was knocking again, impatiently. "Sir, will you open the door??"

Jim was gasping for air. "Yeah, yeah," he managed to say. He could feel Ken squirming around inside him -- it seemed like he was trying to turn around. He gulped down several large mouthfuls of air so the kid could breathe. Then he got up with a loud grunt, steadying himself against the wall. The weight in his gut was incredible; he was having some difficulty just standing up!

He quickly kicked Ken's clothes and shoes under the cot, then unlocked the door.

The police officer looking up at him was on the short side, but quite burly. He had a thick, brown, brush-like moustache and a buzzcut. He was carrying his cap under one arm.

Almost immediately, his eyes went to Jim's enormous, round globe of a belly, and his jaw dropped slightly. But then he tried to compose himself and looked Jim in the face, saying in a firm voice, "Is there a problem?"

"Uh, no-- sorry I took so long, officer. I was... I had to put some clothes on." Jim tried to laugh.

The cop looked at him suspiciously. "I thought I heard someone else in here."

"Nope, just me. I was having a little snooze."

"Well... I'm Officer Banks. May I come in? I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Oh, sure." Jim backed up to allow the guy to enter.

"So you're the foreman on this site, Mr. Reese?" The cop couldn't seem to help himself; he kept glancing down at Jim's gut. Jim was nervous... for some reason, Ken was struggling a bit inside him, and he hoped it wouldn't be visible from the outside. Was the boy uncomfortable?

"Yes."

The policeman looked slowly around the interior of the trailer. He said, "You know a young man named Kenneth Delaney?"

"Yeah, I think so. He's one of the employees' kids."

"Have you seen him today?"

Jim's stomach gurgled audibly. "Ah, no. Haven't seen him."

"You sure? One of your workmen seems to think he came up here. He's in a bit of trouble, I'm afraid."

"Sorry, I was sleeping. I didn't see anyone." From Jim's belly came a small moan; Jim thumped a hand to his gut and uttered a short, loud burp. "Ooof... 'scuse me, officer!"

Banks couldn't seem to contain himself any longer -- chuckling, he poked Jim in the belly and said, "I'm sorry, but... man! That is some huge gut you've got there, buddy." He shook his head. "You got a horse in there, or what?"

"Aw, no, it's just fat. And... I had a big lunch today, too." Jim smiled broadly.

"Never seen anything like that. Damn! Sorry, I hope I haven't embarassed you."

"That's alright, I know I could stand to lose 'bout 200 pounds. So, umm... what's the boy done?"

"I can't really tell you that." The cop took another quick look around the trailer. "Well, you just keep an eye out for him, okay?"

"Okay, sure thing."

"Thanks for your time. You take care, sir." He left.

Jim could feel a massive belch building up, trying to escape. He sat down on the cot with a groan. Ken was wriggling around more now, and he could hear him trying to say something -- obviously, he wanted to be released.

Now that the policeman was gone Jim could relax, and really savour the experience of having a whole, live person inside his stomach. It felt great, even better than with the doctor... he'd never had such an enjoyable and satisfying meal in his life!

And now he was starting to realize something else: he didn't want to let the boy back out after all. He knew he had to; he'd surely suffocate in there before long and besides, he thought he could feel his digestive juices starting to flow. Just awhile longer, he thought...

The kid moaned again from inside his gut. His struggles seemed to be weakening.

Mm-mmm... he'd sure been a tasty morsel. He felt so full... and yet he thought that he could probably take someone even a little bigger than Kenny, next time. Jim rubbed his belly, opened his mouth wide and heaved out a huge, long, thun- derous belch. He was about to gulp down some fresh air for the boy, but then stopped himself.

With a sigh, he stretched out onto his back instead. I guess this was my plan all along, he thought to himself. Wasn't it? He didn't know if he could actually digest such an incredible amount of food...

but he supposed there was only one way to find out.

Full tank