Subway Supper
The subway train rattled steadily through the dark tunnels, its fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the nearly empty car. The late hour meant few passengers remained, leaving plenty of space for the striking figure seated a few rows away. You tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He was shirtless, leaning back casually in the orange plastic seat with his muscular body on full display. A gray cap sat backward on his head, white earbuds in his ears, and intricate tattoos decorated his thick arms and broad shoulders. His hairy chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths, defined abs flexing subtly with each sway of the train. He looked powerful, confident, and completely at ease.
He caught you looking. His sharp eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. Before you could glance away, he pulled out one earbud and spoke in a low, casual voice.
“See something you like?”
You didn’t have time to answer. In a swift motion, he reached across the aisle, his strong hand grabbing the front of your shirt. With surprising ease, he yanked you forward, pulling you straight into his lap. His grip was firm and unyielding.
“Too bad for you,” he murmured, voice calm and cocky. “Staring that long means you’re mine now.”
He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shoved your head between his hot, slick lips. The inside of his mouth was incredibly warm and wet. His tongue pressed firmly against your face as he took his first powerful swallow.
GLURK.
The strong muscles of his throat rippled around your head, pulling you in with surprising force. The heat was immediate and overwhelming — a tight, pulsing tunnel of slick flesh that squeezed from all sides. You felt the firm pressure of his collarbones stretching around your shoulders as another deep gulp dragged you deeper. His heartbeat thumped loudly nearby, steady and powerful, while the rippling contractions of his esophagus worked you down relentlessly.
GLURK… GLURK…
Your shoulders and chest slid inside. The heat intensified, wrapping around your upper body like a living sauna. The walls were soft yet incredibly strong, massaging and squeezing you downward in rhythmic waves. You could feel every detail — the slick saliva coating your skin, the powerful muscles flexing and relaxing in sequence, and the way his broad chest expanded to accommodate you. His strong hands gripped your waist, steadily feeding more of your body past his lips. Each swallow sent fresh waves of pressure down around you, pinning your arms to your sides.
The descent felt endless. The tight, wet tunnel pulsed and rippled, pulling you steadily toward his stomach. The sounds were loud and intimate — the wet glucks of his throat, the rush of air, and the constant, heavy thud of his heart. The heat grew thicker, more humid, as you slipped further in. His powerful body claimed you with casual dominance, treating you like nothing more than a satisfying meal.
With a final, deep GLURK, your legs slid down his throat. You dropped into his stomach with a splash.
The chamber was incredibly tight. The fleshy walls immediately closed in around you, slick and churning, pressing firmly against your curled-up body from every direction. It was intensely hot — like being wrapped in a heated, living blanket that never stopped moving. The stomach walls rippled and squeezed in slow, rhythmic waves, massaging your form as digestive juices began to pool around you. The air was thick, heavy, and humid, carrying a strong, musky scent.
You could feel everything. Every sway and jolt of the subway train translated directly into motion inside him. When the train rounded a curve, you were shifted and rolled gently within the tight space. His powerful abs flexed occasionally, compressing the chamber even tighter around you. The walls kneaded and squeezed with surprising strength, coating you thoroughly as the stomach worked to process its large meal.
Outside, the shirtless pred leaned back comfortably in his seat, one hand resting possessively on his massively distended belly. The clear bulge of your body was visible beneath his stretched skin. He rubbed slow, lazy circles over the rounded gut, feeling every shift you made inside.
“Damn… you settled in nice,” he muttered quietly, voice satisfied. He gave his heavy stomach a firm pat, causing the walls around you to clench tighter for a moment. The pressure increased, squeezing you deeper into the churning folds.
“BUUUUURRRRP!”
A deep, rumbling belch rolled out of him, vibrating through the stomach walls. The chamber clenched hard around you for a moment as air escaped.
The train continued its journey, stopping at stations and picking up the occasional passenger. Most people glanced at the muscular man with the enormous, rounded belly but quickly looked away. He simply smirked, adjusted his cap, and kept one earbud in, acting like carrying a full belly on the subway was completely normal. His hand never left his gut for long, stroking and rubbing over your form in slow, almost affectionate motions.
Inside, the sensations grew more intense over time. The heat never let up. The slick walls constantly rippled and contracted, massaging every inch of your body. Digestive fluids pooled higher, tingling against your skin as they worked. Every breath he took caused the chamber to expand and contract slightly around you. When he shifted in his seat, you were pressed and turned within the tight space. The constant, wet gurgling sounds surrounded you — the active churn of his powerful stomach breaking down its meal.
The motion of the train added to it all. Each acceleration pushed you back against the rear wall of his stomach. Every stop and start jostled you gently, the fleshy chamber sloshing around you. His abs would occasionally flex, squeezing you firmly as he relaxed, reminding you just how completely you were trapped inside this dominant stranger’s body.
Station after station passed. His stomach grew gradually softer and rounder as it worked harder on you. The outlines of your form slowly smoothed out beneath his skin. He stayed relaxed the entire ride, occasionally glancing down at his full belly with a content expression, his hand continuing its slow, possessive rubbing.
By the time the train approached his destination, you were thoroughly claimed. The tight, churning heat enveloped you completely, the rhythmic motions of his body and the subway blending together into one overwhelming experience. He stood up carefully, his heavy, rounded gut swaying with the movement. One hand stayed on his belly as he stepped off the train, carrying you with him into the night like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You were his meal now — warm, digesting weight inside the confident, muscular stranger from the subway.
