(source @/x-belly , unknown gainer)
Harold Raubtier considered himself a good boss; He was always well-mannered, well-dressed, and generally put together. Priding himself on a firm yet fair attitude among his employees, he never treated one of his employees particularly well or poorly.
...That is, until Anthony came along.
Anthony had been working for Essen Co. for about 7 months now. He was really a decent employee, picking up on Raubtier's expectations quite quickly. A friendly and social man, as well, Anthony made easy friends all around the office.
There was just something about Anthony that made Harold feel...odd? He didn't quite have a word to describe it.
Maybe it was the way Anthony gleefully greeted him in the morning, with a warm smile and a gaze that drifted over Harold's body a moment too long. The boss could guess what that meant.
Maybe it was how he quickly learned Harold's coffee order, and what times to bring it to him, like clockwork. The young man would step into Harold's office silently, placing the mug on Harold's desk with a smile, leaving as quickly as he came.
Maybe it was how he'd always cheerfully offer to stay late to help Harold work on whatever account they were handling. They'd waste no time chatting or slacking -- they both worked hard, and late.
In each of these experiences, Harold just felt like he was missing something -- there was a bit of emptiness in him, like there was something he hadn't quite understood about himself yet.
It was a Tuesday in December. Many employees had decided to work from home this day, and so the office was at about a quarter of its typical capacity. Harold and Anthony were obvious exceptions, being boss and assistant.
It was coming up on 1pm, and Harold was planning on taking his lunch break soon. There were quite a few documents he had to parse through, but he figured he could take a quick 10 minutes to grab something from the vending machine downstairs. It wouldn't be enough, but he'd manage.
Harold's train of thought was broken as he caught sight of his office door opening. His assistant walked in, a coffee in hand.
"Long day, huh, Mr. Raubtier?" He flashed a smile that seemed a little strained at the corners.
"Yes, I guess. Are you alright?" Harold sat up in his chair, meeting eyes with Anthony. The younger man immediately smiled, rubbing a hand on his neck.
"Oh, I'm alright. It's just been a lot today. Just kind of on autopilot til I can go for a quick lunch." In that moment, Harold made a decision.
"Yeah, I understand, bud. Well, I'm planning on going for a quick lunch right now. Want to run out with me?"
Anthony took a couple steps closer to the desk, a smile growing on his face. "Yea, let's do it."
30 minutes later, the pair stepped into the office again together, in the middle of a lengthy conversation. Anthony laughed at a quip of Harold's as his head began to turn. The glee dropped from his eyes as he glanced at his boss's desk, filled with stacked folders.
"So, I guess you should get back to this..." The assistant looked back at his boss.
"Yeah. I guess I should..."
Harold's voice drifted, and his gaze moved from his desk, to Anthony. Their eyes met for just a moment, Harold breaking it to eye his assistant up and down.
In a moment, the men were pressed against each other, lips locked in a passionate embrace. Their arms and hands were a flurry of motion, almost like a battle of whose clothes could come off first.
It wasn't too long until both men were stripped down to nothing but their underwear.
Harold enjoyed this exchange. He hadn't been laid in a little while, and he was happy to be doing so with a handsome young guy like Anthony.
...that being said, Harold still felt something was missing. He wanted more. He wanted ALL of Anthony. He thought... that he wanted to consume Danny whole.
These were the thoughts that echoed through his head, as his jaw dropped open, and Anthony's head slipped into his mouth.
At first, Anthony figured he was getting his face licked mid-makeout. He could be into that, though. It wasn't like he was a super vanilla guy. The problem was when he opened his eyes. The view around him was complete darkness, warm and wet. Confused, Anthony started to struggle.
Harold tightened his grip around the young man's back, now focusing completely on his predatory urges. He didn't really understand what he was doing, but he knew it felt damn good. His jaw popped open and stretched more as he accommodated Anthony's shoulders.
Inside, Anthony was getting a better idea of what was happening. Saliva all over your face tells a lot, he'd found out. He was a little bit concerned with where this could go, but... he honestly found himself a bit turned on by the experience. So, he decided to stop kicking, and just ride it out.
Harold's lips circled Anthony's waist, and the big man took a moment to slip his prey's underwear off, throwing them on the floor beside him.
A decently long cock and balls hung in front of his beard, and the boss used his tongue to play with them a bit. The taste was pretty good -- arguably the most flavorful part of his human meal. Eventually, he stopped playing with his food, and gulped his way past his meal's hips and buttocks.
Anthony was definitely getting a bit uncomfortable. He was hanging partially upside down, now, his head sealed inside the gut of his boss while the rest sat in his throat.
The stomach was a lot less gross than he had initially guessed -- it was wet, hot, and dark, that was for sure. But there was a surprising lack of any partially-digested food or acid. This made for a less gross transition into the belly, as his body was crammed into an increasingly tight space.
Harold had reached the end of his impromptu meal, with only a pair of feet sticking past his hairy lips. He realized that at some point, Anthony had stopped kicking. He supposed that was good. With nothing else left to enjoy, he did the only thing he could -- he swallowed.
The bulge of Anthony's feet slowly dropped down Harold's body. The bump disappeared from his thick neck, traveled down his hairy chest, between his pecs, before finally disappearing into the hairy abyss of his belly.
Harold's gut bulged out enormously, at least three times the size it had been before. He groaned as Anthony completed his journey, feeling the pleasure of a full, heavy belly. His stance was wide, adjusted to carry the man inside.
There was a beat of silence, as both men reveled in their illicit actions. Anthony's voice piped up from inside the belly, muffled a bit by the layers of fat.
"So... what just happened?"
The boss's gaze pointed downward, eyes trying to make out the details of his belly. There were bulges here and there, which Harold guessed were his meal's head, legs, shoulders. He began to rub his belly with both hands, enjoying his new size.
"I don't know... but I think I liked it."
Bulges popped out from the gut as Anthony did his best to orient himself, though Harold's fat held him quite tight. Harold continued to rub his belly as this went on, sighing in pleasure. "It feels really nice when you move like that."
"Oh, yea?" Anthony pushed a little bit more at the stomach walls now, wanting to pleasure his predator the best he could. He smiled when he heard Harold moaning a bit.
Eyes bouncing back to his desk, Harold sighed heftily. "Well... I think I really have to get back to my work now." Groaning, he slowly leaned over, retrieving his discarded clothes the best he could from the floor around him.
Anthony had to rearrange himself inside, blood rushing to his head as his world turned upside down. The belly was really surprisingly comfortable. It held Anthony snugly, but gently. He felt like he was being hugged from all angles.
It was a lot of effort to get his formal attire on over his now massive belly. Harold had to lift Anthony, struggling to just barely get his pants buttoned. He belched, long and low, his belly tightening around Anthony's curled up form. Luckily, this made his belly small enough to just barely fit into his dress shirt. After he buttoned the entire shirt closed, he patted and rubbed his belly lovingly.
He had to admit that he loved having Anthony inside him. He felt powerful, manly, dominant. He wondered how it'd feel to keep the man there...
Groaning, Harold sat down in his office chair and got back to work as usual...if you could call anything about the current situation 'usual'. He logged back onto his computer, pulled out his pen, and did his best to continue on with Anthony there as well.
He often had to lean over onto his desk, pressing down on his meal slightly uncomfortably. Every now and again, a low burp would rumble out of him, bringing back his meal's musky flavor. Each time, he'd give his gut a pat where he assumed Anthony's head to be.
All the while, Anthony sat inside, calmly enjoying seeing the inside of his boss. He was extremely aroused -- one of his ultimate fantasies was being completely and utterly dominated by his boss. He tried his best to jerk off, but he couldn't move quite enough to reach his dick. This almost turned him on more, and he resorted to lightly humping the slimy walls of the belly.
Harold smiled, as he could feel his meal doing his best to pleasure himself. He started rubbing the belly. "Hey, bud. Play nice in there. Daddy has to do his work.. then we can have some fun." He chuckled a little as Anthony stilled for a moment, before clearly trying even harder to jerk off to those words.
About two hours passed, and Harold was still hard at work. He had to do his own work, on top of answering any calls -- as his assistant was 'having stomach troubles'. He decided he'd take a quick break, leaning back in his chair, peeling his eyes away from the screen he'd been staring at.
He turned his attention to his gut, which had been pretty still for a little. Wondering what his meal was up to, he took both hands and shook his belly a little. "How're you doing in there, bud?"
There was a slight shift before he heard a muffled voice respond. "I'm good. It's really comfortable in here...I'm starting to get a bit sleepy."
Harold smiled, and started to rub his belly. "Yea, you might as well take a nap. I'm still working on finishing up the Porterfield account."
"Still?? Jeez, I knew that would take forever, but I figured it'd be done by now."
"Nope," The big man sighed, "Hey, if I can get it all done before dinner, I'll figure out how to get you out of there, and we can run out for a bite." There was a small pause before the man in his belly responded.
Harold paused. Then he smirked, slapping the side of his belly. "Then... maybe I'll just have to have you for dinner." He felt his crotch tenting a little, maybe a bit excited at the thought of turning his assistant into mush? He didn't know how to react. Quickly, he broke the tension. "Anyway, breaktime is over. Let me get back onto this."
"Well ok. Either way..." Anthony pokes the gut, a small bump appearing through Harold's shirt, "I'm in no rush to leave you."
Harold smiled, and placed his hand over the bump. "You're a good kid, Anthony."
