A Hungry Hero

A Hungry Hero

I opened my eyes again, fire and smoke surrounding me. My breathing was shallow and laboured as I tried to make my way outside, but any hope of an exit was guarded by a hungry flame. I moved back to the corner of the room away from the fire and smoke, hoping someone outside had called the fire brigade. I live alone and my phone was in the room next door, so I had no possible way of contacting anyone for help.

Then he came, like a miracle. His silhouette shone in the firelight, showing off a muscular form holding an axe. I saw his blurred figure move towards me and grab my shoulders, shaking me lightly to get me to focus. “Sir! Can you hear me? I’m with the fire brigade, do you understand what’s happening?”

“Yeah… I need to get out of here” I mumbled, I was starting to properly come back into consciousness. I looked into the man’s handsome, bearded face in front of me as things came into complete focus.

“That’s right, we’ve got to get you out. Now, I know this is going to sound crazy but I’m going to need to put you in here.” He said, patting his stomach. “What…” I asked, still a little dazed. “I’ve not got time to explain, it’s just the safest thing to do!”

I briefly saw his mouth unhinge like a snake and a moment later I felt my body being forced down a wet, slimy tunnel, still too dazed to understand what was really happening. It wasn’t until a few moments later, when I was swiftly forced into the firefighter’s tight, pulsating stomach that I understood what happened. The lack of smoke inside the belly allowed my mind to clear, giving my body a moment’s respite.

“Dude! Get me out of here right now!” I yelled, pounding on the walls. I was grateful for not having to inhale smoke but wasn’t exactly happy at the prospect of being inside a man’s stomach.

“Relax! It’s the safest way for me to get you out of this building. I’d be putting your life and my life at risk if I tried to carry you out in my arms, this way you’re safe from being burnt!” He said from outside, his voice vibrating around my body. He gave his stomach a pat to try and soothe me, although the fact he was moving about so hectically made me feel motion sick as I was shaken around in his belly.

After a few more moments of movement I felt him stop. I felt him sit down in what I assumed was the fire truck and heard him talk to his collogues. “Yeah.. there was no one in there that I saw… Place was deserted which is lucky! You may as well just go in there and put the fire out so there’s no structural damage.”

“What the fuck?!” I shouted from inside him as I heard the other firemen leave. “I was in the building! Or have you forgotten about the human being inside your stomach?!” My rescuer didn’t respond, he just shut the door to the truck and let out a huge, wet OUUUUUUUURP, making his belly constrict and hug my body more tightly.

“Of course I didn’t forget about you! In fact I have to say that you feel amazing in there!” He chuckled, giving his abs a firm slap. This caused his body to growl and release wet, slimy juices all over my body. My skin started to tingle as the thick liquid coated me, seeming to seep onto every inch of my body. In the daze I hadn’t noticed that the firefighter had ripped all of my clothes off to make my descent easier, leaving me totally naked inside his fleshy prison. 

“Well, now it’s time to let me out. It’s not exactly comfortable inside your belly y’know!” I said, eager to feel the open air on my skin again. “Woah woah woah… I said I’d rescue you from the building, didn’t I? That’s exactly what I did, but I never said I was letting you out of me!” He said, before letting out another loud BOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

I began to feel a ball of anxiety begin to rise in my chest as he continued to caress his belly inside the fire engine. “Well, what do you expect me to do? Just sit in here forever?!” I asked, I had a feeling deep down that I knew what his exact response to this would be but I wasn’t prepared to accept that at all. 

“Well, at least until you digest” I heard a sly voice say. I immediately started to panic as my fears became real, he was going to digest me and there was nothing I could do about it. “NO!” I screamed “Let me out!” I thrashed inside the sweaty, humid chamber I’d been sealed in, punching and kicking the walls of the stomach, hoping they’d give in. I was met with a crushing sensation as the firefighter’s belly constricted even more around my body. As the walls around me closed I could hear a heavy gurgling, before more stomach juices covered my body from all angles.

As my body was forced into an even tighter ball I began to feel my flesh burn. Feeling my blistering skin made me scream, mostly out of panic but pain was steadily rising too. 

“Guess my body’s really getting to work on you, eh? You should be gone before the others get back to the truck, it’s a pretty big fire! What did you even do to start it man?” He asked, although by now I was in too much pain to explain, I’d almost totally forgotten about the reason I was in here in the first place.

“LET ME OUT!” I bellowed with all my might. “My skin feels like it’s peeling off!” I let out a few more whelps of agony, I couldn’t see the effect that it was having on my skin in the darkness but I couldn’t imagine it was good.

“It probably is” he said, patting his belly. “Also no can do, I’d be surprised if you were able to survive being let out at this point!” He laughed. As his body moved with his laughter his stomach hugged me even tighter, I could hardly tell through the pain on my skin but I was sure I heard at least one bone in my arm snap under the pressure.

“The thing is, I wouldn’t even let you out if you could survive” He chuckled, holding his belly, which was now shrinking as his stomach continued to close in around my weakening form. 

“See, being a firefighter is great if you’re a predator like me. I joined the rescue division to gobble down any lone survivors like you! People usually just walk right into my stomach if I tell them it’ll protect them; that’s when their fate is sealed. Then, if anyone asks I’ll just say the building was empty, which is true once I’ve left it!” He said, laughing out loud at his own comment. 

“No one’s going to think to look for you if you were never in the building in the first place, so I get a free snack without any embarrassing questions! Plus this keeps me fit, you think abs like these grow on trees?!” He asked, I didn’t answer, still desperately trying to find an escape. “Plus, it’s better to turn you into something useful for my body than for you to get burnt to a crisp in a house fire, so you should be happy for me!”

“You can’t do this to me!” I screamed, trying in vain to ignore the pain surging through every nerve in my body. “Well I clearly can as you’re literally dying in my stomach as we speak, I give you less than five minutes” He said, letting out another small “uuurp,” which wasn’t enough to suck out the last of my air and knock me unconscious. 

“I trusted you…” I said in between screams of pain. “And that’s why you’re the one being digested! I rescued you from getting burned alive, and now you’re getting burned in a different way I guess. Now, I’d better cut this short, I’d love to let you suffer down there for even longer but it looks like the boys are done putting the fire out!” He said, letting out a final noisy BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

I let out a few more desperate screams of pain and fear. Before falling out of consciousness for a final time I felt his stomach completely clench around me and heard a loud, powerful crunch before everything finally went dark.

For a few weeks I’d been interning at this photography studio, which exclusively worked with plus-size men as their models. I can’t say I had much of the experience required for the job, I was mostly just there to gawk at all of the beefy bears. Despite my poor performance, the lead photographer called me in one day to supposedly help with an extra special job.

I stood beside the huge hunk I’d be working with, nervously avoiding eye contact with him as he confidently towered over me, completely in the nude. Everything was on show, from his chunky, hairy pecs and belly and equally girthy meat swinging between his thighs. As if I wasn’t already tense, I was suddenly overcome with dread when the photographer revealed what I’d been chosen for: to be eaten by the model for an extra-large belly shot.

The big man shrugged with indifference at the suggestion, turning to face me so he could get straight to the task assigned to him without question. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me off the ground and started stuffing me down his throat with ease. His neck was already broader than my head, only my shoulders being wide enough to make any noticeable bulge from the outside before the rest of me slid through his slimy gullet.

As my body sank into his stomach, it got hotter and hotter until the the conditions inside him were practically unbearable. I pushed back against his stomach walls as they forcefully squeezed me with a steady rhythm, which got a reaction from the man who’d consumed me. “This is intense, I’ve never felt this full. Stop moving around so we can get the shot, you’re giving me a boner!”

He modestly covered up his crotch as he had his picture taken, after which I heard the muffled voice of the photographer giving him further instructions. “Great, now for the next pic, we’ll have to wait until you’ve digested that useless intern and see how much muscle mass you gain from him.” It finally made sense why I’d been selected for this role, it was the prefect opportunity to get rid of me without any hassle.

“Well, you heard the man. I guess you’re staying inside me for good. Get back to squirming, I could do with the help getting off!” The model wandered into his dressing room and locked the door behind him, settling down to jerk himself off to the amazing sensation of my struggles deep within his gut. I protested against my fate for as long as possible, but eventually I had to submit to his body’s desire to turn me into fuel for his transformation into an even bigger, stronger man.

What do you mean the twink inside the room was the other actor for the porn scene? I was sure it was a snack gifted by the filming crew. It was teasing me too much, telling me how big and strong I was compared to him, how I could easily dominate him, how I could suffocate him using my biceps or putting his head between my hairy pecs... So it was natural to show him he was right about my dominance 😈

Gulping him was really easy, he was really slim and weak, so he opposed no resistance. He was so small he barely made a bulge inside my belly, even when he tried to punch and kick my abs to free himself. His struggles did not last for too long actually: I think after half an hour my body already started to process him, first burning his skin, then starting to digest his bones and his muscles. After one hour, no sign of him and his existence was visible anymore, my abs more defined than ever had processed him into a mush of proteins.

Despite being a twink he had a lot of testosterone into him: see how hairy my pecs and abs are now? They grew so hairy once his mass started to flow into by blood . Also my cock slightly grew some inches, now my underwear is a bit small compared to it. I hope the porn director does not find it a problem: actually I think I'm a lot sexier after absorbing the guy, he'll love it. Now let's search for a new partner for the scene; and make it clear he is not my dinner this time 😈

“Mate, don’t you think it’s a little too cold for you to be out here?” A guy said to you during your snowy vacation. You turned, seeing him flashing his powerful stomach right at you. “Would be hell of a lot nicer in here, don’t you think?”

This was all you could remember before your world got dark. And warm. Pleasantly warm, even, but the deeper you went, the hotter and humid-er it got. Not to mention, the more of you that went in the compactor it got, and his belly certainly didn’t leave much room for movement as you made a distinct bulge on his midsection.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUWOOOOOOORP!” The stomach squeezes you as he burps loudly, satisfied with the quick meal he’d made of you. If you had to tell the truth, your first few minutes inside of him were blissful. You were shivering, cold to the bone, and his stomach was still adjusting to your mass. However, long after those minutes passed, it became unbearably hot.

The longer you stewed in there, the more that hotness turned to burning. You skin began to stung, and you realized his stomach acids were starting to seep into your fragile skin. You weren’t sure what to make of this, but you couldn’t even kick or punch to retort. His stomach had a tight grip on you, and your voice was muffled beyond belief, although it could still be slightly heard, just unintelligble.

“Don’t know what you’re saying there buddy, but no one’s that come in had ever complained, so I assume you’re enjoying it in there!” The pred sarcastically responded, not even understanding what his prey was saying.

You knew you fucked up, and you knew this might’ve been your last fuck up. It was starting to hurt, and there was still many, many hours if not days left of this. You just hoped your predator would let you out before you became unrecognizable.