“Fuck bruh just digest already,” Evan whined as he fell back on his bed. His gut sloshed loudly, the bubbling cauldron loudly reorienting itself. Now entering day 3 of digestion, his best friend’s little brother was more liquid than boy at this point, but the undigested flesh and bones that remained were being a bitch to break down. The teen closed his eyes and groaned in discomfort: he felt disgustingly full, had god awful heartburn, and it felt like there was a blockage somewhere deep in his lower bowels. It was probably the boy’s skull or his yet-to-be shattered pelvis. *ggWuORrrrPp*
Evan’s gut let out a sickly groan that seemed to travel through his guts and up his throat, stinging the boy’s throat with its disgusting scent of mid-stage digestion. The acids and stench of decomposing little boy sizzled at his throat before it burst out of his mouth as a long *BWOURRRRRPP* Drool slobbered down his face and onto his sheets as the smell hit him. It was almost as if he had farted out his mouth. It was then that Evan’s gut let out an even more nauseating, deafening gurgle. This seemed to open the flood gates in the teens guts, and in between the sickening blast of digestive roars was muffled snap deep in Evan’s guts, a wet snap that ended with a series of light crunches, a crunching that was unlike the familiar, brittle snap of an acid bleached bone. Evan knew what this meant from past meals; whatever limb or body part that was just pulverized in his guts was still largely in tact. The flesh and meat only slightly melted by his gastric juices. Evan’s mind then wandered, thinking about how much of the little boy was still human-esque snaking through his guts. Had the boy’s face sloughed off into the meaty slop? Was it stuck in an eternal scream as it bulged through the rippling flesh of Evan’s lower guts? Was the boy’s torso still intact, smooth skin turning a disgusting pink as it joined sizzling the sizzling gore, his little dick still dripping pre-cum. “Fuck…” Evan muttered as his cock hardened. His phone lit up in the corner of his eye. It was a snap from his best friend... Evan smirked, another soft burp working its way up from his corrosive gut.
John rubbed his dog Rex's engorged stomach, a truly massive German shepherd with an equally enormous gut. Its gut was already huge when John first got him a few months ago, but by now it's swelled so much he could barely walk without it touching the ground. The extra girth was courtesy of John's ex-boyfriend, drinking buddies, close relatives, neighbors, coworkers, hookups, and most pedestrians who happened to walk past his house, all of whom had the honor of being just another pound of fat hanging off this mutt belly. His new owner was far more devoted to sending people down the dog's throat than Rex could have ever imagined, normally he eats someone once every two or three months, now he has a few people a day. All those hundreds of people sent to their liquidy end just so John could have the occasional belched-up Rolex or wallet, or that's supposedly the reason, Rex hadn't missed the fact his owner always had a bulge in his pants that twitched every time he swallowed someone a little further.
Johns's hands massaged Rex's gut, the rock-solid wall of fat obfuscating the remnants of the now long-since digested mailman inside.
Rex looked over at John and nudged his head towards the man's noticeable bulge.
Do you want me to help with that, the words basically appeared in Johns head, Rex was able to communicate, but the ways he did were odd.
"I- no, you can't! This isn't something a dog can help with!" John nervously sputtered out, trying to hide his crotch from view.
I'm not really a dog, I just look like this right now, he said tilting his head, I could look different if you want.
"I know, it just... feels weird."
You feed me, people.
"Yeah but that's-"
Something that gets you pent up.
John shifted in his seat, "You said you can look like something else, how?"
Just bring me whoever you want me to look like.
John could piece two and two together on how that would work.
"Alright, just... give me some time to think about it..."
Take your time, I'll wait.
John slammed the bathroom door and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was pent up, and he needed to do something about it. I mean, doing it with Rex would be fine, right? He wasn't actually a dog, just something in the shape of one right now. And if he was a human things would be fine, right? It was a weird idea that he didn’t want to dwell on.
"I've killed people..." the words sneaked out of his mouth without realizing, "We've killed people, going at it with some dog monsters is fine compared to that, right?" his mind drifted towards his now gone boyfriend, Chris. That was the first time he saw Rex eat someone, it was only about half an hour since he brought him home. He barely did anything to help him. He thought about Chris sliding down the dog's throat, he thought about their crying and begging to be let out, he thought about Rex's gut shrinking, the struggling slowing, the cries quieting, he thought about Rex coughing up Chris's wristwatch, then his baseball cap, then his phone, his shoes, his shirt, his skull, he thought about looking out into the backyard, at Rex squatting over, a mountain of shit pouring out of his ass, chunks of Chris's bones lodged inside of it. His cock started to harden.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he was a pretty good looking guy, six feet, lean build, rugged face. He scratched his wrist, his fingers bumping against the watch he was wearing, Chris's watch.
He sighed as he opened the door.
"Rex!"
Living room.
He was lying on the couch as usual. The TV was on but he didn't seem to be watching it.
"I'm going to head out for a bit, I'll... I'll bring someone back with me, so try not to eat too much while I'm gone."
Don't worry, I'll save myself for you, He joked, John could almost feel the smugness in his voice.
The local gay bar was decently packed, it always was on Sundays when John liked to come out here to hunt for some dog food. He grabbed a table tucked away in the back and watched over the crowd. A few people cough his eye, a way too drunk frat boy type here, an older punk-looking dude there, but no one really stood out. He kept looking around until…. He recognized that guy from somewhere, an old dilfy dude, it was hard to make out but he definitely recognized him. John was pretty nervous walking up to him, he was huge and his arms were stacked with muscle, his scruffy and black buzz-cut hair was both speckled with grey, and his rough wrinkled face wasn’t too bad on the eyes.
John leaned on the bar only a few feet away from the guy. “Hey, do you get here often?”
The man looked over at John and smiled. “Not as much as I’d like, what’s your name kid?”
“John, you?”
“Michael, so, what brings you here?” His voice was deep and monotone.
“I’m just looking to have some fun…”
Michael reached into his pocket and flashed a condom at John. “This kind of fun?”
“Y-yeah!”
“Want to come back to my place then?”
“W-we could have to my place, I’ve got some interesting stuff there!”
“You don’t say…” his smile grew a little.
It didn’t take that much convincing to get him to the car, the guy seemed eager to do it with anyone, but John’s mind kept jumping around, he knew this guy from somewhere, he almost remembered…. One of Rex’s recent “snacks" was this younger jock type, his phone got belched and John was going looking through it, he could swear this dude was on the kid's screensaver. His dad maybe?
John pulled up into his driveway, he was starting to get nervous. He fumbled to open the door.
All the lights inside were off, except for the living room.
"That's my dog Rex... feel free to pet him and stuff, he's... not as dangerous as he looks..." John lied.
Michael didn't seem to care about Rex much, his attention was focused on the coffee table. It was covered in phones and wallets, spoils john hadn't put away.
"What's that about?" he said, pointing at the table.
"Oh that's... my dog likes to eat people, thats just everything he's spat up recently..." Who cares if he told the truth, there not going to belive him.
Michael gave John a weird look before looking at the table again. He picked a phone up off it, the phone that had his picture in it.
"Where did you get this!" he yelled, it was a bad idea to pick him.
John didn't even have time to answer before Rex jumped on the man, knocking him to the ground. The mutt's jaw stretched over his face, his throat bulging as Michaels's head moved further and further towards his stomach. John grabbed the man's feet and started pushing him into Rex's mouth. Swallow by swallow, inch by inch the man moved deeper into Rex's gut.
John stepped back, watching Rex's squirming belly intently as Michael's feet vanished from view.
"S-so what now?"
Now we have some fun.
Rex's body started changing, his paws lifted from the ground turning to hands, his fur started thinning out, and his bones shifted into more of a humanoid form, like a reverse werewolf. The man standing before him looked almost identical to Michae, save for his still enormous gut and some dog-like features, most obviously the hair, most of his body was still covered in fur, and his legs, hands, chest, and back. Really the only part that wasn't was his face, but even that still had odd traits, a darker nose, black sclera, and hair-covered ears, despite everything he was clearly not human.
"So, what do you think?" Rex said, his voice wasn't Michales, it was deeper more... commanding.
"I-I... Like it."
Rex pinned John to the wall, "Do you want me to use you?" he said while sliding his hand down John's chest towards his crotch, "Or do you want to use me?"
"I want to use you."
Rex smirked. "Alright master," he said adjusting his collar, the only piece of clothing he was wearing, "Just mind the ocupent."
John rubbed his hand along the hard, fur-covered gut, its "occupants" protest and squirms succeeded only in getting him hard.
John grabbed Rex by the collar, leading him to their bedroom.
"Get on the bed."
"Pretty commanding, aren't you, sir."
"A dog listens to commands."
"Yes sir."
He did as he was told, his enormous cock getting stiffer every moment.
"Roll over.
"Yes sir." he did as he was told. His ass, tight and untouched sat waiting.
John climbed on top of him. He rubbed his dick along Rex's ass crack. he leaned to his fur-covered ear and whispered.
"You're never taking that collar off."
He thrust himself into Rex, and the pet groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain.
"I want to watch you eat more people."
Rex gritted his teeth. "Yes sir."
"I want to watch you digest them."
Rex clenched his teeth as John fucked deeper into his ass. Each thrust crushed the occupant inside him more and more, causing him to be digested faster and faster. "Y-yes sir."
"I own you." John held Rex by his sides, and he thrust harder. There was a loud crunch, and the squirming and cries coming from the gut stopped.
Rex breathed faster and faster, his body getting hotter and hotter. "At least until I eat you." he groaned.
John held himself deep inside Rex as ropes of cum shot into his guts. He struggled to stop himself from yelling out. his thrust slowed as pulled himself out. The two lay on the bed next to each other. "That won't be for a while," John said, rubbing Rex's stomach.
"It'll happen one day." Rex sat up and patted his lap, showing off his enormous fully erect cock. "It's my turn to have some fun"
John, get over here. The massive German shepherd was lying on his back on the couch.
"What?"
I'm hungry.
"Then turn into your human form, let's go out and get you some food."
I don't want to get up.
"Ugh, fine, I'll order takeout, you can eat the delivery guy."
Yay. Order pizza.
“You think you’ll have room for pizza?”
Have you ever seen me get full?
John hadn’t, last week he ate about twelve guys at one, and that was when he was human. “Alright, just leave some for me.”
John dug through a pile of phones, wallet, watches, and anything else that had any sort of value, there had to be thousands of dollars worth in this bag alone, and this was just the stuff they forgot to pack away. Eventually he found what he was looking for, his phone, and started calling up a local restaurant.
He looked over at Rex, the human eating monster thing he somehow managed to make his boyfriend, granted that was only after he ate his last boyfriend. John smiled at the size of there gut, a truly massive thing that was probably bigger than him at this point, he thought about all the people used to make it bigger, the lives spent on his twisted fetish.
“So… this is that weird dog you were talking about?”
The dog in question definitely weird, the most obvious thing was that it was massive, far bigger than any John had ever seen, hell, if it stood on its hind legs it would easily be way taller that him. Another weird thing was that the dog was that it was fat, really fat, a huge solid ball of fat hanged from the dog’s stomach, but despite that its legs and neck were dense with muscle. Honestly, It looked more like a monster than it did a pet, but someone braver than him managed to put a spiked leather collar around the things neck.
Mike slapped his hand on the side of the massive cage holding the thing. “Yup, poor Rex here's either cursed or just one unlucky mutt, every time he's been adopted his family seems to just disappear, and no one knows what to do with him.”
“Disappeared? What happens to them?”
“Don’t know. I guess they learn they don't like owning something this big and end up moving away.”
“That's commodious... You sure he didn't do something to them?"
“Nah, he's never caused a problem here. Honestly, it is probably just that are willing to take care of him aren't the best sort.”
He could get why, this thing was probably a huge status symbol for assholes all over, but it was still a dog, John doubted it was actually dangerous.
“And you take this thing off your hands for you?”
“If it wouldn’t be a problem, we don’t exactly know what to do with him here so…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, fine but if anything happens to me that’s on you.” He’s lived with plenty of strange animals over the years so it was probably best to give it to him.
“That’s great! I’m sure Rex is going to love you!”
The thing could barely fit into the car, its hulking body took up almost the whole backseat, and when John grabbed its leash to walk it to the front door he had the feeling that the thing was leading him instead. Even getting inside was difficult, the dog’s gut was so big it scraped the sides of the doorway.
Chris was standing by the entrance, waiting to see what this new monster his boyfriend was bringing home, but even after all the warnings about the dogs size his face was frozen in shock.
“What the hell is that thing?” He said in a horrified voice.
“Rex, our new lapdog.”
“Thats Rex? I didn’t even know dogs could get this big or this big!” He’s lived said, patting the dog on the side of its stomach.
“I didn’t know either.”
"Do we even have enough space for it?"
"It should be fine, it can just sleep in the guestroom for now."
Rex started wandering around its new home, its massive paws slammed on the floor with each step, and it could barely fit through the hallway. It doesn't seem very interested in anything though. eventually, it lumbered into the living room to lie down in front of there old couch.
"Doesn't look like he's very adventurous, is he," Chris said while trying to sit on the couch, but Rex's sheer size made that difficult, It didn't seem to mind Chris resting his feet on him though.
Rex didn't seem to be interested in doing much, at least until his stomach started growling.
“Hey, it looks like he’s hungry," John pointed out, Chris hadn't seemed to notice," I’m going to go…”
The dog was licking Chris’s feet.
“I’ll get him dinner before he tries to eat you,” John joked.
“Please, I'm not looking to be dog food.”
His dog bowl was basically a bucket filled with half a bag of food, carrying it down the hall was hell. When John looked up he saw the dog had both of Chris’s feet in his mouth, but Chris just seemed amused by it.
“Dude that’s gross, don’t let him do that.”
“He keeps getting more and more into his mouth, I want to see how far it can get.”
Almost as if a response the dog forced itself farther down Chris’s legs.
“I think my feet are in its throat!”
“Eww, pull your legs out dude.”
“Nah, he’s fine.”
But the dog continued creeping further up his legs, past the shin, knee, at this point it was almost at the waist.
“He’s gotten pretty far, you should stop him.”
“Alright, alright.” Chris tried pulling himself out but nothing happened, if anything he went a bit deeper into the dog’s mouth. “Heh, dude his throat’s pretty strong.”
“Do you need…”
“No I'm good I just have to-“
He slipped off the couch a bit as the dog swallowed hard, his waist sliding down the things throat.
“Okay, dude! You have to help!” Chris yelled, desperation filled his voice.
The dog swallowed again, he was already past his shoulders, and the rest of him was already slipping further and further.
“Dude! Grab my hand!” John said despite reaching toward his boyfriend. He managed to grab his hand as Chris’s face slid past the dog’s lips. With one last hard swallow, Chris’s hand was pulled from John’s and disappeared into the German shepherd’s throat.
John stood in disbelief at the dog, his boyfriend was just… swallowed alive? The thing barely waited a second before walking over and chowing down on the dog food as if it didn’t just eat someone.
The dog finished his second feast with a loud burp before lazily walking over a plopping onto the couch, clearly tired from eating. The thing's gut writhed and bounced around, its occupant clearly not interested in being there. The dog burped again, this time something went flying out of its mouth. John picked the object up, a wristwatch, but it wasn’t Chris’s.
“So that’s where his old owners went…” he said looking at the watch. It was a nice on too, really expensive. He wiped it off on his shirt and put it on his wrist before turning back to the dog and cautiously putting his hand on its belly.
“Are-are you alright in there Chris?”
A faint noise came from behind the dense layers of fat, “Dude! Get me out of here!"
“Just hold tight, I’ll figure something out…”
John ran his hand along the dog's side in disbelief when he heard something in his head.
More
John stepped back in shock, again he heard in his head, more.
The dog was still hungry, and it was… talking to him somehow?
The dog turned and nudged his head toward John’s new watch, you get me more I get you more.
John stopped in his tracks, “You’ll get me more… stuff?” He looked at the dog’s squirming gut, inside was his boyfriend, someone he knew for years, someone he loved, someone destined to hang off a dog’s waist as fat for all eternity.
“I… I’ll find you some more. I’ll find you a lot more.”
The dog’s tail twitched in a suppressed wag, then get me more… master.
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“Mate, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Olly said, leaning back on the worn-out sofa, scratching his thick beard. His massive frame barely fit into the old piece of furniture, his stomach peeking out from under his grey shirt, showing a bit of that furry belly he was known for. His deep, baritone voice had a hint of confusion and discomfort, as he stared across at his best friend, Jamie, who was pacing nervously.
“I’m not. I’ve thought about this for ages, Ol. I... I need you to do it,” Jamie muttered, biting his lip. He stood there, thin and wiry, with wide eyes and hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice shook, but there was a stubborn determination in it.
“Mate, come on. You’re asking me to... eat you. Like, actually eat you,” Olly said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He wasn’t really sure how to handle this. “You don’t just drop this shit on someone over beers, yeah?”
Jamie stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes pleading. “I know, I know it sounds mental, but... it’s what I want. You’re my best mate, Olly. There’s no one else I’d trust with this. You’ve gotta do it. I’m begging you.”
Olly frowned, looking away, a hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not that I don’t... appreciate the trust, but... fuck, Jamie. How do you even expect me to do something like that? I’m not—”
“You are, Ol. You’re the only one who can,” Jamie interrupted, stepping closer. “Please, mate, you’ve gotta stop pretending this isn’t what we’ve both thought about. You’re a... you’re a fucking bear,” Jamie’s voice cracked slightly, but he reached out, placing a hand on Olly’s knee. “You’ve got the body, the strength. You could do it, easy. And... and I need it. I need you to swallow me whole.”
Olly's brow furrowed as he looked at Jamie’s desperate face. His gut churned with a mix of discomfort and something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. “You’re mad. I could seriously hurt you. Christ, Jamie, I could kill you.”
“I know!” Jamie’s voice was almost a shout now, and he slid onto his knees in front of Olly, grabbing his hand. “That’s the point! I’m begging you, Olly. It’s what I want. What I need.”
Olly stared down at his mate, who was gripping his hand like a lifeline. “Jamie, mate, listen to yourself. You’re asking for something that—”
Jamie cut him off again, this time more forcefully, grabbing Olly’s hand and pushing it toward his own face, even slipping Olly’s thick fingers into his mouth. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Do it, Olly. Swallow me. I’m ready, please.”
Olly pulled his hand back, his breath coming quicker now, a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t like the way Jamie’s voice was cracking, the way his body trembled. He looked away, unable to meet Jamie’s gaze. “I can’t, mate. I just... can’t.”
Jamie, trembling now, grabbed Olly’s hand again, shoving it back against his lips, almost pushing the fingers into his mouth. “You can! You fucking can, Olly! Just—just start! Please!” His words were muffled now, desperate, as he pushed his face against Olly’s palm, his breath ragged.
Olly felt his heart hammering in his chest, his mind racing. Every instinct told him to push Jamie away, to stop this madness, but... he couldn’t ignore the way Jamie was begging for it. For him.
Olly let out a deep sigh, his hand still hovering near Jamie's face, feeling his mate’s hot breath on his skin. He could see it now, plain as day—the bulge straining against Jamie’s jeans, his eyes glazed over with lust. “You’re fuckin’ serious, aren’t ya?” Olly muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Bloody hell, you’re even hard.”
Jamie’s face flushed, but he didn’t pull away. His hand was already pressing against the front of his jeans, rubbing slow circles over his erection as he stared up at Olly. “Please, Ol. I... I want it,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
Olly chuckled darkly, his wide chest rising and falling under his shirt as he looked down at Jamie, eyes narrowing. “You’re a proper filthy fucker, Jamie. Look at you. Gaggin’ for it.” He leaned forward, his large hand gripping Jamie’s chin. “Alright then, let’s see if you’re really up for this.”
Olly sat up a bit straighter, leaning his hefty frame forward, looming over Jamie. Slowly, deliberately, he opened his mouth, letting his thick, wet tongue slide out, close enough for Jamie to feel the heat of his breath. “Last chance to bail, mate,” Olly teased, but he knew what he’d see.
Jamie’s breathing hitched, his hand squeezing his bulge harder as he rubbed himself through his jeans. “Fuck... Olly... do it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.
Olly growled low in his throat, shaking his head as he leaned in. His lips parted further, and with a slow, almost agonizing pace, he let his tongue drag across Jamie’s cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. His other hand gripped Jamie’s jaw, holding him in place. “You’re a right horny bastard, Jamie. Bet you’d cum just from this, wouldn’t ya?” His voice was thick with amusement, his words a taunt.
Without waiting for a response, Olly pushed forward, letting Jamie’s head press into his mouth. His tongue slid across Jamie’s face, tasting the sweat and heat, the salty tang of his skin. No hesitation now. Olly was done teasing. His thick lips stretched wider as he pushed Jamie’s head deeper inside, the warmth of his mouth engulfing him.
Jamie’s body tensed for a second, but not out of fear. His hands moved faster, one unzipping his jeans in a rush, shoving them down just enough to grip his cock. “Fuck… Olly...” he groaned, panting hard as his fingers wrapped tight around his shaft, jerking it fast, slick from precum. The pressure of Olly’s mouth on him only spurred him on.
Olly sucked hard, his tongue swirling around Jamie’s head, tasting every inch of his skin. His breath was hot and heavy, nose pressed against Jamie’s neck, sucking him deeper. With a grunt, he tugged Jamie closer, guiding him further inside, lips sealed tight around his mate’s face.
Jamie’s voice was a muffled moan, barely making it past Olly’s throat. His hands worked faster, jerking himself off like his life depended on it, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “Fuck… oh, fuck...”
Olly could feel the way Jamie was squirming, the way his body trembled, and it made him grin around his mouthful. “Told you… you were a filthy fucker,” he growled, though his words were muffled now too. He pushed Jamie in further, feeling the hard, quick movements of Jamie’s hands as he rubbed his cock furiously, already dripping.
He was halfway there. No turning back now.
With a rough shove, Olly’s throat opened wider, pulling Jamie’s shoulders inside with a wet, heavy gulp. Jamie groaned, the sensation of being swallowed sending shivers down his spine. But it also made his movements awkward, leaving him unable to jerk his cock the way he had been. He tried, hand fumbling down his stomach to reach himself, but the angle was all wrong, and his arm was half-pinned by Olly’s throat.
Olly’s eyes flicked down, noticing Jamie’s desperate struggle to keep going, trying to grip himself. With a low, teasing laugh, Olly grabbed Jamie’s hand, immobilizing it in one strong fist.
"Nah, mate," Olly growled, his voice thick and muffled around the mass of his friend in his mouth. "I'll take over."
Before Jamie could say anything, Olly’s free hand wrapped around his cock, big fingers gripping tight, stroking in rhythm. The rough skin dragged over Jamie’s slick shaft, and the reaction was instant. Jamie’s hips bucked, but Olly’s grip held him steady, keeping him in place as he swallowed him deeper, mouth working over Jamie’s chest now.
"F-fuck!" Jamie gasped, chest heaving with labored breaths, his voice strangled as Olly's throat clenched tight around his body. His cock throbbed in Olly’s hand, leaking more with every rough pump.
Olly didn’t stop. He worked Jamie’s cock harder, teasing the head with his thumb, fingers sliding over every inch with precise, almost possessive motions. Each stroke sent shudders through Jamie’s body, trapped as he was, his head foggy from the heat of Olly’s mouth. The suction was tight, the wet warmth of it seemed to seep into Jamie’s bones, and a loud burp escaped Olly’s lips as Jamie slid deeper into him. "Hah, didn’t think that’d happen so soon,"
Swallowing again, Olly dragged him deeper, groaning low in his throat, vibrating through Jamie’s whole body. Jamie could only moan, his free hand twitching uselessly at his side as Olly controlled everything—his cock, his body, the very air he breathed.
The pace quickened, Olly’s grip growing firmer. "Bet you love this, yeah?" Olly muttered, the words almost swallowed along with Jamie as his tongue slid over his chest.
Olly didn't waste any more time. With a strong swallow, Jamie's waist slipped into his throat, his hips the last to clear the stretch of Olly's lips. His tongue worked its way around Jamie's cock, dragging across the sensitive skin, tasting the precum that dripped down. Jamie's muffled moans were barely audible, but the way his body jerked and twitched inside Olly’s mouth told the full story.
Olly’s tongue wrapped tighter around Jamie’s dick, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as the pressure built up in Jamie’s core. He couldn’t even move his hips to thrust—Olly had total control. Jamie’s hands tried to push or grab something, but he was swallowed too far down, and the pleasure made his body weak. The wet heat of Olly’s mouth around him sent Jamie spiraling.
His release came hard. Jamie’s body tensed, a sharp muffled cry breaking through the tight seal of Olly’s lips as he spilled against Olly’s tongue, shaking uncontrollably. Olly swallowed again, slow and deliberate, dragging Jamie’s hips and thighs into his throat, pulling him deeper with each gulp.
Olly barely slowed down as he worked Jamie’s legs into his mouth, the bulge of his gut growing larger, stretching his shirt and pants as Jamie disappeared. With one final, deep swallow, Olly’s stomach expanded over his thighs, a heavy, round weight settling in his gut. He patted his gut, a belch bubbling up as he sighed in satisfaction. “There it is,” Olly chuckled, wiping his lips.
Jamie was nothing more than a curled-up mass inside, his form outlined in Olly’s skin as the last of him disappeared. His faint, muffled breaths and weak moans vibrated through Olly’s thick belly, lost in the slow groans of digestion as Olly sat back, feeling the weight of his best friend settle deep inside him.
Jamie shifted inside Olly's gut, adjusting as much as he could in the cramped, tight space. His breath was heavy, but he was smiling, his voice muffled but still teasing. “No coming back from this, mate,” he muttered, giving the inside of Olly’s stomach a soft nudge with his elbow. “You’ve got me now, gonna digest me nice and slow. Bet your slow-ass metabolism is gonna make this real cozy for the next few hours, huh?”
Olly chuckled, running a hand over the bulging curve of his belly. He could feel Jamie’s movements, the faint outline of his body pressing against his skin. “Cozy now,” Olly smirked, "but we both know what's coming, don’t we?" He gave his gut a pat, feeling Jamie shift in response. “Enjoy it while you can. By tomorrow, it’s gonna be fucking hell in there.”
For the first couple of hours, Jamie squirmed gently in the wet heat of Olly’s stomach. The tightness around him wasn’t unbearable, more like an intense hug, the walls squeezing him from all sides. The air was thick, humid, making every breath feel like he was inhaling through a wet cloth, but he still felt his heart pounding with adrenaline. The burn hadn’t started yet, just a faint warmth that spread across his skin as Olly’s gut slowly kicked into gear.
He could feel every ripple, every small movement of Olly’s body as the big man shifted in his chair or walked around. The rhythmic gurgling of digestion had started, but it was slow, almost soothing at this stage. Jamie felt the pressure building around him, but it wasn’t painful yet—just tight, wet, and hot. He couldn’t move much, his limbs pinned in place, but he didn’t mind. It was strangely calming, the feeling of being completely enveloped, his best mate’s stomach holding him in place like he was meant to be there.
“Bet it feels real snug right now, huh?” Olly teased, leaning back, his fingers rubbing slow circles over the stretched skin of his belly. “Enjoy it while it lasts, ‘cause once I hit the sack and sleep this off, my body’s gonna go into overdrive. By the time I wake up, you’ll be begging me to let you out. Too bad I won’t be able to hear you.”
Jamie’s muffled laugh echoed inside Olly’s gut. “Better make it quick, then,” he teased back, the sound of his voice barely audible through the layers of flesh and muscle. “I’m not scared.”
Olly smirked, giving his stomach a harder slap. “We’ll see about that.”
The night was slow, suffocating, and unbearably hot. Jamie had started out feeling relatively okay, cramped and squeezed tight in Olly’s stomach, but now that familiar burn had escalated into something far worse. The heat around him intensified, and the gurgling of Olly’s gut had become louder, more aggressive as the night wore on. The stomach walls pressed in tighter, kneading and churning him as if they knew exactly what was happening. The process of digestion was underway, and it was far from kind.
Jamie gritted his teeth, trying to breathe through the discomfort, but each gasp felt shallow and labored. The thick, acidic air was making it impossible to fill his lungs, and every now and then, a ripple of acid would wash over his body, making him wince. His skin felt raw now, the burn more than just heat—actual pain starting to set in. The sensation was creeping slowly, eating away at him bit by bit.
In the middle of the night, Olly stirred, groaning as he adjusted in his bed. He lazily rubbed his swollen gut, still bloated with the form of his best mate. Even in his sleep, his body was working overtime, and Jamie could feel it. Olly yawned, letting out a deep, echoing burp, waking up just enough to speak, his voice heavy with sleep and amusement.
"Still kickin' in there, huh?" he mumbled, patting his gut roughly. "Told ya it’d get worse. And trust me, this is just the start, mate. You’re in for a fucking long ride."
Jamie tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper now, his strength drained by the constant assault of Olly’s digestive system. His words were slurred, muffled beyond recognition as he weakly pushed against the walls of Olly’s stomach. "O-Olly… hurts…"
But Olly either couldn’t hear him, or didn’t care. He chuckled sleepily, his hand tracing the outline of Jamie’s barely discernible form. “Good. S’pose that’s what you wanted, yeah? Don’t start crying about it now.”
With a cruel smirk, Olly closed his eyes again, falling back asleep while his stomach continued its relentless work. The acids churned around Jamie, sloshing him about as if he were just another meal, his body slowly breaking down bit by bit.
By the time the sun rose, Jamie was in agony. His skin felt like it was on fire, and the pressure around him had only increased as Olly’s gut squeezed him tighter with each passing hour. Every breath he took felt like swallowing acid, the air so thick and noxious that it made him want to retch. His body felt heavy, sluggish, like it was dissolving from the inside out.
Olly woke up slowly, stretching and letting out a deep yawn. He groaned, rubbing his gut with a satisfied smirk. His stomach had shrunk a little, but Jamie’s shape was still evident, though softer now. The hours of digestion had already started to take their toll.
“Still with me, Jamie?” Olly teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. He gave his gut a hard slap, making it jiggle as he sat up in bed. “Figured you'd be mush by now, but I guess you’re still hangin’ on. Can’t say that’ll last much longer, though.”
Jamie’s muffled voice was barely audible, and when he did speak, it was strained, weak, and almost incoherent. “O-Olly… pl-please…”
But Olly just laughed, rolling out of bed and standing up, his gut still bulging out in front of him. He ran his hands over the swollen mass, feeling how soft Jamie had become inside. “Please what? Please finish you off quicker? Nah, mate, this is gonna take a while. Gotta let my body do its thing, and trust me, it’s not in a hurry.”
The day dragged on in unbearable agony for Jamie. The pain was constant now, every inch of his body feeling like it was being dissolved, broken down bit by bit. The acids were relentless, eating away at his flesh, and the tightness of Olly’s stomach only made it worse. It felt like he was being crushed, his bones creaking under the pressure, his skin stinging from the corrosive environment.
Olly, meanwhile, went about his day with a satisfied smirk. His belly was still heavy, though smaller now as Jamie’s body slowly melted away inside him. Every now and then, he’d give his gut a squeeze, feeling the soft mass that used to be his best friend.
“Damn, Jamie, you’re really breakin’ down in there, huh?” Olly teased, his tone casual but cruel. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his gut slowly as it gurgled and churned. “Bet it’s hell in there, but you asked for it. Not much left of ya now, but I’m takin’ my time. Gonna enjoy every second of this.”
Jamie could barely respond. His voice was no more than a faint whisper now, his body too broken down to fight back. All he could do was endure the pain, his mind clouded with the sensation of being slowly dissolved inside Olly’s gut.
Olly reveled in his control. He’d never felt more powerful than he did now, with Jamie struggling and fading inside him. His massive belly was a constant reminder of the dominance he had over his best friend. Each movement Jamie made was weaker than the last, the once lively body now little more than a mass of pain and suffering, and Olly loved it. He'd give his gut a rough slap from time to time, making it jiggle, then chuckle when he felt Jamie squirm in response.
"Keep squirming, mate," Olly said with a low growl, his voice thick with amusement. "Not that it’ll do you any good. You're just mush in there now." He leaned back, his gut pressing into his thighs, feeling the slow churn beneath his skin as his stomach worked Jamie down bit by bit. He could almost imagine the flesh melting away, the bones softening, leaving nothing but the faintest outline.
Inside, Jamie was in sheer agony. His body felt like it was on fire, the acids eating away at him slowly, painfully. Every breath was a battle, the air thick and stinging. He tried to move, to push against the walls of Olly’s stomach, but he had no strength left. His skin burned, every nerve ending lit up with excruciating pain. His muscles ached as they dissolved, the feeling of his body breaking down was unbearable, but he was trapped, helpless inside the unforgiving heat of Olly's belly.
"Thought you could handle it, huh?" Olly sneered, giving his gut a hard rub. "But you're nothing now. Just food. How's that feel, Jamie? Knowing you're just a lump of meat getting melted away in my stomach." He burped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, followed by the deep gurgle of his gut working away at Jamie's body. "Bet you're regretting it now, huh? Begging me for this. But it’s too late, mate. You're mine."
Every gurgle, every churn of Olly's stomach was a reminder of his absolute control. He had taken Jamie in, and now he was breaking him down, bit by bit, turning his best mate into nothing more than a mass of digesting flesh. Jamie’s muffled whimpers barely registered to Olly anymore; they were nothing but the last vestiges of a person who had begged for this.
Olly pressed his hand against his gut, feeling Jamie’s weak movements beneath the surface. “Still kickin’? Guess I’ll let you stew a little longer. Ain’t in any rush to finish you off.” His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he felt Jamie’s form soften further.
Inside, Jamie was nearing his limit. The pain was constant, his body being slowly consumed by the relentless acids. He wanted to scream, to beg Olly to stop, but his voice was too weak, his body too broken down. All he could do was endure it, praying for the end that he knew was coming, even though Olly seemed determined to make it last as long as possible.
Over the next few days, Jamie’s body continued to break down. The pain was constant, but his mind had become so foggy that it was hard to even register it fully. He was a mass of barely-there flesh, his body liquefying inside Olly’s stomach, reduced to little more than nutrients.
Olly’s belly had shrunk considerably, but there was still a faint outline of Jamie left, a reminder of what had once been his best friend. The big man was lazier now, sitting around with his hand resting comfortably on his gut, letting out a low, rumbling burp. A satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“You’re pretty much gone now, mate,” Olly muttered, giving his belly a rough pat. “Can feel you sloshin’ around in there. Almost finished with ya. Bet you didn’t think it’d take this long, did ya?”
Jamie’s response was nothing more than a weak, gurgled moan, barely audible through the thick walls of Olly’s stomach.
Olly chuckled, standing up and giving his gut a final squeeze. “Guess this is it, Jamie. Last day in there. Hope it was worth it, ‘cause once you’re gone, that’s it. No more.”
And with that, Olly sat back down, letting his body finish the process. His stomach worked slowly, relentlessly, breaking down the last remnants of Jamie over the next several hours. By the time the day was done, Olly’s gut had returned to its normal size, with no trace of his best friend left—just a slight softness where his muscles had once been tight.
Olly stretched, letting out a satisfied groan as he patted his now-flat belly. “Well, Jamie,” he muttered to himself, “looks like you’re all mine now.”
