You know, when I stopped to visit an old high-school friend on my trip home from college this isn't how I thought it would end.
Sam and I had been friends through all of high-school. Though he was close to a year older than me, we were in the same grade, and we were in all the same classes. We used to hangout all the time after school, playing video games and playing jokes. He'd often try talking to me about girls-- at the time I knew I was gay, but there was no way I'd be letting Sam know that. Especially since... Well, I had a crush on him.
He'd always been a bigger guy. Wasn't ashamed to eat a lot, and really owned his size. He never seemed to let it get to him-- Hell, I'd say he even enjoyed being that big. His size and confidence were like catnip to me. I wanted him so badly, but I knew it would never work out.
Anyway, after we graduated, we went our separate ways. He decided to settle down with his girlfriend at the time and I went off to college out of state. 4 years later and I just finished college with an art degree and he was living with his now-pregnant girlfriend.
He and I had somewhat lost contact after we went our separate ways, but after graduating from college, I learned that he lived right on the route I as taking to drive home. I connected with him on his socials and we both agreed it'd be a great chance to reconnect.
I reached his place in the early evening. The second he opened the door to his apartment my jaw dropped. He'd clearly grown since I saw him last. His belly was much bigger and rounder than I remembered. I'd guessed it was recent gains too, considering how tight his shirt looked-- That, or he was just too lazy to buy new clothes.
Turned out that his girlfriend was out at her parents' place for the day, so instead of staying in and catching up and introducing me to her, he made the executive decision that we'd go buy a couple six-packs and find a good spot out on the bluffs to enjoy them. That's when things took a weird turn.
...If I actually had a future now I'd make a note to myself to never get drunk with a straight guy you're still hung up on.
We drank and caught up with each other. We teased and prodded, joked and laughed. It almost felt like old times for a minute there. Eventually, he made a comment about something my mom had posted a couple years back after she went to a Pride event with me.
"So, you're gay, huh?" He asked.
"W-what? Uh, yeah." I replied before taking an awkward sip of my beer.
It didn't take much interrogating before I hesitantly admitted my secret to him. That I'd had a crush on him for a long time. I tried to reassure him the feelings had long since faded-- as I quickly realized myself, that was a blatant lie. The more I talked with him and drank in his figure, the more my heart pounded and my breath quickened. It was hard to tell if my face was heating up from embarrassment or the alcohol.
Then, Sam did something totally unexpected. He scooted closer to me and placed one hand behind me and the other gently on my thigh. He leaned in close, his beer-breath wafting over me as he spoke.
I gulped. His hand gripped my leg firmly and rubbed back and forth a few times. Sam kept inching his face closer and closer.
"My girl's not been much in the mood since I knocked her up, so it's been awhile, dude."
"I-I dunno, Sam. You're with her, so I don't think I shou--"
He interrupted my protests by planting his lips firmly on mine. They were soft and thick against my own, dwarfing me like every other part of him did.
He kissed me a few more times and one thing led to another. Pretty soon he was sitting back, watching me intently as I bobbed my head on his cock. We're lucky we'd found such a secluded spot on the wooded bluffs, cause I learned he wasn't shy about making noise. His grunts and growls filled the air. His hand gripped my head tight, using me like a flesh light.
It didn't take long before his load was warming my throat and filling my stomach, mingling with all the beer and snacks floating around inside me. My own erection twitched in my pants, leaking like a faucet through my underwear and jeans. After Sam's orgasm subsided I stood up. He firmly pressed a hand against my package.
"Heh, really into sucking off a fat fuck like me, huh?"
"I-- *Huff* --Thought that was obvious."
Then he pulled me in and kissed me. I was surprised at how things had turned out, given I'd thought he was straight as and arrow. Now his fat tongue was roaming around my mouth, seemingly savoring my taste as well as the taste of his cum in my mouth.
The kissing escalated, and I found myself sitting his his lap, fighting his belly for my seat. His hands gripped my sides and slipped around to my back, then down to my ass. He gave it a squeeze before his hands swiftly grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and off.
That was when things took another turn.
After my shirt hit the ground, Sam lunged forward. His jaws opened wide and engulfed my head. In my shock I gave very little protest as he swallowed several times, quickly pulling me past his lips and down his throat.
His hands roamed my legs and backside as he continued to swallow. moment by moment, inch by inch, I disappeared into Sam. Once he reached my waist, he undid my jeans and discarded them, shortly followed by my boxers.
Eventually, I was gone from the outside world. Sam's gut bulged outward, though he was already so fat you couldn't tell he had a whole person in there. Really bloated? Maybe. But a whole person? No, his ample fat covered that up no problem. It almost makes me wonder if he's done this before. Maybe that's how he got so big to begin with?
I didn't have much time to contemplate what my new predicament was as I spilled into the rancid pit of his stomach. I was doused in warm, bubbling beer and chyme. His stomach walls hugged me tightly, already beginning to massage and churn me like any other food his fat-ass has eaten. I tried to squirm and protest, but with a pound of the chest he unleashed a belch, bubbling wetly up his throat and rattling the earth as it was expelled. His stomach clenched around me. I didn't have a moment to scream before-- CRUNCH. His core muscles compacted, crushed, snuffed me out.
"Uuuurp... Fuck, man." Sam said, rubbing his now-still belly. "Really glad you came to visit."