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So my boyfriend is on the football team for our town, but he isn’t happy about his position. He’s the substitute but rarely gets called up to play.
However, one morning I woke up first and was having my breakfast until he came down and told me he was skipping breakfast and heading straight to football. I was a little confused, but didn’t say anything as he seemed annoyed.
The day carried on like normal, I was sitting at work typing away at my computer when all of a sudden my phone buzzed in my pocket an hour before lunch.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that my boyfriend had sent me an image. I opened the text and saw a photo of my boyfriend shirtless, but this time his abs were replaced with a slightly bloated belly and I read the caption to the image.
“Can you tell I’ve eaten the captain? xxx”
I reply back with “It looks like you’ve had a big meal since your abs are not there xxx”. My boyfriend instantly replies with “He was only 5 foot 2 so you can imagine being 6 foot 5 has advantages for being a pred xxx”.
I reply with “need belly rubs tonight then? xxx”. My boyfriend then replied with “I’d love belly rubs and some fun tonight too xxx”
In Science, we were learning about the digestive system and it was pretty boring tbh. I was sat behind the jock of the school year, Randy, and I could tell he was bored too.
The teacher had announced that we worked in pairs with the person sitting next to us and do a project about the digestive system.
Within a few seconds, Randy turned to the slim boy next to him and shoved his head into his mouth. The slim boy was shocked as Randy was slurping him up like spaghetti.
Within seconds the slim boy had vanished and was now a visible bulge on Randy’s stomach. Randy burped loudly and turned around to face me “fuck, I ate him with clothes on”.
The teacher approached us “spit him out now!”. Randy laughed “this is our project, I’ll be studying him until he comes out the other end”. The teacher crosses his arms “spit him out! don’t make me repeat myself”. Randy leaned forward towards the teacher “I feel like having a large dessert”.
The teacher leaned away slowly whilst Randy rubbed his gut and licked his lips.
I cough and sputter in my dads gut as cold milk splatters on me from above. Weirdly enough, I’m actually grateful for the cooling liquid splashing over my itching and burning skin. I’ve been in my dads stomach for over an hour and a half, much longer than he’s ever kept me or my brothers for one of his “punishments”.
My older brother Erik got the longest sentence a couple years ago when he’d failed one of his classes at school. He’d been in there for 45 whole minutes before our dad released him. Later he’d told us that Dad’s gut had started churning and squeezing him in a rough, painful way and that after a little bit his skin had started to tingle. He hadn’t gotten anything below a B since then, not wanting to experience even the beginning of our fathers digestion again.
Up until this point, the longest I’ve ever been in here was 15 minutes, and the only thing I’d ever felt was the soft, almost pleasant squeezing of the stomach walls. If it hadn’t been so disgusting and foul smelling in there, I might’ve enjoyed it. But then it wouldn’t have been much of a punishment. Now though Im long past what Erik had felt; he was right about how rough and tight the stomach walls churned about. I feel like every pulse of powerful muscle squeezes me into a tighter and tighter ball, making my bones and joints ache with the pressure. He’d also been right about the tingling, but he hadn’t stayed in dads stomach long enough for it to become the itchy, burning sensation that I’m now feeling.
My eyes and nose sting in the rancid, acidic air. That’s also something none of us have ever experienced; yes it’s always been foul smelling in here the few times dad felt the need to punish me, but it’s never been actually painful to breathe as I inhale each breath of the acidic air. I guess the punishment fits the crime though, I mean I got drunk and crashed my car into a tree, which is probably the worst thing any of us boys have done over the years, so it makes sense that dad leaves me in here for way longer than he’s ever done before.
I feel my prison jostle a bit as my dad sits down in his creaky recliner chair and flips on the tv, turning up the volumes extra loud so he can hear it over his loudly churning belly. I’ve got no doubt that my brothers are probably sitting there on the couch, eyeing Dad’s stomach and glancing at the clock watching the seconds tick by and probably thinking about how long I’ve been in here too. It’s going on an hour and 45 minutes now.
I just grit my teeth as the burning starts to go from unpleasant to downright painful. Fuck he must be really mad this time, I mean he’s actually letting his gut start to digest me! *Just a little longer* I tell myself, trying to shut out the pain, and waiting for the familiar feeling of the stomach forcing me back up my father’s throat.
“Umm dad?” I hear one of my younger brothers say hesitantly. “Ty’s been in there a reeeally long time… I think he’s really sorry now and he’s learned his lesson. You know he won’t do it again.”
My father just grunts and I feel a hand rubbing over the bulges I’m making. “Yer damn right he’s never going to do it again… because he’s not coming back out again.” He says gruffly, as my brothers stare wide eyed. “This is a lesson for the rest of you boys that your old man’s more than willing to leave you to stew in this gut of mine if you fuck up badly enough.”
No… No I must’ve heard him wrong. Did he really just say he’s gonna leave me in here?? I start to struggle, calling out to my dad. “Please dad, no!! I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please just don’t leave me in here!!”
“Sorry Ty, but you fucked up and now you have to face the consequences, maybe your brothers will learn from your mistake and I won’t have to digest any more of my boys.” He says giving me a pat.
“Nononono!!!” I continue to scream and thrash as my dads gut began to churn and gurgle even more loudly. My skin feels like it’s on fire and the walls around me squeeze me so tight that it’s like I’m trapped in a rancid, slimy trash compactor. I begin to sob and beg, but my dad is ignoring me now. He belches instead of replying and the last of my foul, acidic air is snatched away from me, rushing back up my dads throat and leaving me behind to stew in the dark, stinking, churning pit of my father’s stomach.
“Uurrrrp! Shh that’s it son, just sleep and let daddy’s belly take care of you” is the last thing I hear from Dad before I finally gave in and pass out while his stomach churns and gurgles contently around me, happy to finally be claiming one of the meals that has escaped its grasp so many times.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have eaten my tutor.” Sam thought, while sitting on Mark’s chair. “Serves him right tho, he was a dick. Always makin’ fun of me, of how I talk and shit.” He started touching his bellybutton, filled with lint. “I also was kinda hungry, and some of these wimps are just like hamburgers, they go straight in your mouth.” He started touching the sloshing belly, and slapping it gently. “Yeah, straight in your mouth” He was licking his lips.
Suddently, someone knocked at the door. “Shit!” “Is everything all right he- oh, where’s Mark?” It was the the boy’s mother. “He’s in the bathroom.” Sam replied. “OK. I wanted to ask you, do you want to join us for dinner? My husband turned on the barbecue and we’re making some hamburgers.” “Thanks Mrs. Olivier, but I had a big lunch today, and I’m quite full.” “Alright, when Mark’s done tell him that.” The woman closed the door, and Sam laughed immediatly. “I had a big lunch today, hahahaha. A big lunch of grilled wimp!”