We meet at your place for a sumptuous feast, eat and drink all day long until our big bellies are bulging.

After that we have fun with some rounds of gutpunching. When our paunches are red and swollen, you begin to roughly massage my fat belly. Grunting, I rub my bearded face against your sexy belly while licking your hot, bulging belly button.

"God, your belly is so big and plump!" I groan. "I love that!"

"I can make your belly bigger and more plump, lad!" you grunt. "But it would cost you your life..."

I rub my hairy tank with relish.

"We both know: my big belly is all yours! You're welcome!"

You take me to your garage, point to the workbench. "Lie down there."

I obey. You take a hunting knife and carefully cut my navel in a criss-cross pattern. Moaning, I hold my big belly while you ram your hard cock into my belly button and give me a brutal gutfuck! When you cum in my abdominal cavity, I shoot my load over your huge belly.

Satisfied you pull your cock out of my belly. "Stay down!"

I rub my aching tank moaning. "Man, you messed up my guts."

You laugh. "Oh, that was nothing..." Panting, you push a concrete mixer next to me, start mixing a load and connect a hose pump. You ram the hose nozzle deep into my belly button wound and then start the pump.

Concrete flows into my abdominal cavity, a burning pain spreads throughout my abdomen.

"Awww... damn that hurts!!!" I press my hands to my aching paunch.

"The concrete burns the intestines and abdominal wall. But it fills your big belly like a water bomb."

In fact, my belly fills up quickly, swells more and more. The immense pressure on my guts is causing excruciating pain, making it difficult for me to breathe. In disbelief, I see my belly getting bigger and bigger with severe pain.

"Dude, I don't know if my belly can hold that..." I moan. "I'm afraid it will burst!!!"

You feel the swelling belly, which you continue to fill with concrete. "It won't burst. Something else fits in your nice fat tank!"

When my belly is unbelievably huge and bulging to tears, you stop the flow of concrete. Satisfied you pat my huge paunch. "Oh yeah, that's good, lad! Feel your plump belly..."
Groaning and moaning I touch my huge aching belly. It's so tight and bulging and heavy and it burns like hell inside.

You come with a needle and thread and sew up my belly button. When everything is firmly strapped, you give me a slap on my gut.

"So, you fat porker, up with you!"

I try to sit up, but my concrete-filled stomach is so heavy that I can't get up without your help. When I'm finally seated, I'm holding my huge paunch, sweating and panting. God it's so heavy and plump - it makes me so horny to hold and feel it!

"Thanks, pal!" I groan. "It feels so good..."

You bump your gorgeous belly against mine again and again. "Oh yes! Such a gigantic man belly - tight as a drum! But it's already killing you..."

"I know..." I gasp. "But it's worth it!"

You lick my tank, rub and pinch it.

"The concrete hardens..."

I groan and moan. "I can feel it... it hurts so much!!!"

I lay back down on the workbench, complaining. Excited, I touch my bulging belly, which feels rock hard.

"Awww... my belly... my belly... the concrete burned and crushed my guts!!!"

You pat my belly. "The concrete made your hot belly swell so awsomely, that's a fitting death for a hog like you to die with a big belly like that!"

We are both chiefs of hostile barbarian tribes.

One night you attack my village with your men. You are in the majority, my men are quickly overwhelmed and rounded up in the village square. I'm jerked out of bed, stuffed and drunk after a plentiful binge. Your men are dragging me to the village square, where you are already waiting for me. Laughing, you pat my big bulging belly, then you give me a few hard punches on the navel. I grunt and tighten my abs.

At a sign from you, your men tie me to the old oak tree in the square, our sacred tree. You take a wooden spear almost as thick as an arm and run at me with a battle roar. I see the spear aimed at my huge belly and, in defiance of death, stretch it out even further towards the spear. Then it hits me in my cavernous, sensitive belly button, pierces through muscles and fat, pushes through my intestines. What kind of pain! I feel the spear emerge from my back and sink into the trunk of the oak.
Your men cheer as they see me pinned to the trunk!

Terrible pain is raging in my big belly. I moan and grunt, my huge paunch heaving up and down. How much I would like to hold my aching, mortally wounded belly to get some relief. But my bonds won't allow it.

"Untie me!" I groan. "At least let me die with a little dignity. Show me the respect a chief deserves!"

You laugh and ram the spear a little deeper through my sore belly.

"You fat boar will die miserably on this tree! We both know how unbearably painful your death will be - I hope it will last a long time!"

Your men and you start a feast on the village square, it is eaten and drunk, in front of the eyes of my tied up men and in the face of my torment.

Again and again your warriors stand in front of me, sticking out their bellies and holding them, moaning and wailing, while grimacing as if in great pain. Then they laugh and shake the spear that pierces my guts, adding to my torment.
    
It's late at night, you and your warriors are totally drunk and I'm in agony with my guts impaled.

Then I hear something behind the tree to which your spear pinned me. It is one of the women of my village who has crept up and is now using a knife to cut the rope that binds me to the trunk.

With a relieved groan, I clutch my fat, pierced belly, which hurts so terribly.

"Take revenge for what was done to our tribe, chief..." the woman whispers to me. "Kill that fat bastard!"

I groan and rub my huge paunch, it's swollen rock hard. Groaning, I grab the mighty spear that has torn my guts and try to pull it out of my fat belly. But the terrible abdominal injuries have weakened me and the spear is stuck too deep in the trunk of the oak.

"Give me your knife, woman..." I grunt.

She does, and with the knife between my teeth, moaning and groaning, I pull myself forward on the spear, along the entire shaft, until it slides out of my back. My guts are bulging out of my torn belly button! I'm trying to hold back my guts with my left hand, the knife now flashes in my right hand. I moan. My belly hurts so much!!!

I see you drinking among your men and everything in me focuses on ramming the knife into your mighty belly. I start moving, staggering. You're all so drunk, none of you are counting on me. I slit the stomachs of the first men who notice me before they get to their feet. Groaning, they fall into the dust, spreading their entrails on the village square. Now there is movement in the other men who want to put me down.

But then your voice echoes through the night: "Let him! He's mine!" Your tongue is heavy from the beer, you slur. You draw your sword clumsily and stagger towards me.

My left hand lets go of the guts that have been holding it back. A large gush of intestines spills out of the large wound in the navel. I stretch out my fat, bleeding belly to you, moaning. You thrust your sword deep into my gut, grinning. We face each other face to face. That is what I have been waiting for. I'll ram the knife into your lower abdomen, just above your crotch and make a deep cut up to your belly button.
Your eyes widen in surprise. Then pain covers your face. "Aw, my belly! What have you done?"

"What you deserve, you fat bastard! Spread your guts!"

You look at your big belly and see your intestines falling to the ground in bloody loops. There it mixes with my guts, which also hang to the ground.

"My guts, my precious guts..." you wail, pulling the sword out of my fat belly.

"Share my agony!" I laugh with a pained face, while with every breath more and more entrails push out of my open belly.

"You got me good!" you moan. "Yes... like you me!" I grunt.

"Gods!!! My belly..." The pain overwhelms you. You clutch your open belly and collapse.

My men cheer!

I can't savor my triumph for long, the pain in my torn belly is wrestling me down too.

Groaning and moaning, we lie belly to belly and touch our destroyed intestines. My hand explores your abdominal cavity and I feel your hand dipping through my torn belly button into my gut. It hurts so much and yet it gives us so much satisfaction...

In agony we grin at each other while the last thing we feel is the excruciating pain in our bellies and the excitement in our cocks.

I wasn't a young man when I had to go to the Civil War for the Union troops. Honestly, I didn't expect to be called up because I'm an elderly guy - and I'm fat. I work hard and I like to eat and I have a weakness for beer. Over the years this has given me a huge belly.
I probably joined the troops because I am an excellent mule driver and also a good cook. I drive the supply truck and try to keep the boys happy with good food. War is shit! Especially when it's a war between brothers. I've seen a lot of good guys die. Others were horribly mutilated. I just wish this all ended soon.
It's the third summer of the war, we're advancing on the Mississippi. It's another scorching hot day and we're glad when we can finally set up camp. The boys look forward to a good dinner, but before I tend the men, I tend to my animals. I unhitch my mules and take them to the river to water. I've taken off my sweaty linen shirt, my suspenders tight over my enormous paunch. Pulling my uniform cap back, I watch my mules drink.
"Well, look at that, a blue belly" sounds behind me. I drive around. Three young guys, obviously Confederates, come out of the bushes along the bank. One of them whistles through his teeth. "More like a furry belly!" It's true, I'm very hairy. The guys from the troupe also call me "the bear". "Above all, a big belly!" grins the third and pulls his rifle from his shoulder. 

I know right away I'm in serious trouble. The three of them surround me, the guy with the gun aims his bayonet at my huge belly. "Let's see if I can pierce your fat paunch..." "Don't do that, son! Getting it in the gut sucks... Aren't you guys taught how to make a clean kill?" "Shut up, porker! If you let your belly get that big, you wouldn't want it any other way! I'm surprised no one has set themselves this perfect goal..."
With these words, the fellow rams the bayonet into my gut just below the navel. Ssshhtk! It makes a sound like jabbing a knife into a ripe watermelon. "Oooughhh..." Groaning, I hold my fat belly into which the sharp blade penetrates deeper and deeper. When its full length is in my gut, the gun barrel sticks right into my belly button. "You didn't pierce him, Danny," says one of the guys. Danny laughs. "Damn, you're really fat!" I moan and groan, my wounded gut heaving up and down in excruciating pain. "My big belly swallows your slug too!" I grunt. Danny flashes a malicious grin. "We'll see..." The next moment he pulls the trigger and puts a bullet in my belly button. The shot rings out and a hot, searing pain shoots up my gut. "Aaaawww...my guts are on fire!" I moan.
Danny's cronies look around in panic. "You idiot! His comrades heard that..." That's exactly what I wanted to aim for with my provocation. I knew the moment he stuck the bayonet in my gut that I was lost. The shot would now hopefully get my boys on the scene. Danny rips the bayonet out of my fat belly, which I clutch groaning. He and his buddies take to their heels, and my boys come storming up. Shots ring out, then the three of them are already lying on the ground, where they are finally finished off with a saber.

Groaning, I sink to my knees. "My belly... my big belly! I'm done..." My boys come to my aid. With one look they can see how I am doing. "Damn pigs! Right in his gut…” “Can you make it back to camp?” “I don't know…” I moan, pressing my hands tightly to the gut wounds. My intestines are bulging out of the deep prick below my navel. They pull me up, support me. "Slowly!" "Careful! His guts are bulging out of his belly.” Using their combined strength, they heave me onto one of the mules, one man swings behind me and holds me as we head back to camp.
There is a lot of excitement there. "They got the bear!" "Those bastards got him in his belly..." "We sent them straight to hell!" I am carefully lifted off the mule and put on a bed. "The Doc will look after you." I suffer terribly, my poor belly hurts so much! Then the Doc comes, he looks at me sadly. "You know there's nothing I can do for you. Can I still have a look at your belly?” Moaning, I push my hands away from the gut wounds. The Doc carefully examines my sore paunch. "Damn, the bayonet went deep into the intestines, that's a big wound, the intestines come out. Then a slug in the belly button..." "It's still in my gut..." I groan. "Aw, it burns like fire!" "That's really remarkable, your belly is so big and tight that the bullet couldn't go through it. I bandage your wounds so your intestines don't bulge out of your belly. And I'll give you Whiskey to ease the pain. That's all I can do. Sorry…"

Now I'm lying here, the terrible pain in my gut is tormenting me.
I hold my fat belly groaning and moaning. Oooogghhhh... it hurts so much! But the worse the pain rages in my belly, the more painful the agony becomes, the more clearly I feel that the pain in my gut also excites me.
I wish one of the guys would come and rub and pat my big wounded belly. That would really comfort me...

Fatal belly play

We meet for gluttony and to play with our bellies. Our hard belly fetish brought us together and provided a lot of fun.
You stuff me full of food and beer until my big belly is so hard and bulging it hurts.
"Time to play!" I grunt. You give me some hard punches on the belly button. I flex my abs and stretch my big belly far out. Groaning I enjoy your hard hits in my gut. I'm a taker, you're a giver, that's a perfect match. Then you begin to rub my belly roughly and finger my deep navel hard. I moan in pain and pleasure.
When we are lying on the bed afterwards and my big, painful belly is heaving up and down, you ask me a momentous question.
"Would you let me stab you in the gut with a knife?"
"What???"
"We both know this is one of your hottest fantasies. Do you want to make it come true?"
Just the thought excites me. I rub my fat hairy belly moaning and you start to finger my navel hard again.
"I actually wanted to live a few more years," I grunt.
"A gut stab doesn't have to be fatal. I'll stab you in your intestines, I won't hit your aorta with a knife, you're too fat for that."
"It'll still hurt my guts badly."
"Yes, of course. Do you still want to have this experience?"
Breathing heavily, I rub my big belly. "Yes mate, I want that!"
You pat my belly. "Good boy!"
"Which knife will you use for this?"
You get up, go to the closet and get a hunting knife from a drawer.
"Wow! That's a pretty big blade!"
You laugh. "A big blade for a big belly!"

 I go to you and we rub my big belly moaning.
"Where do you want it?" you whisper in my ear
"Right in my belly button!" I moan excitedly.
"Why did I just guess that?" you grin.
My belly button is my sweet spot, you've had to hurt it so many times because that's what gives me the highest level of satisfaction.
You rub my belly button. "Ready, big bear?"
"Oh yeah..." I moan.
"Then stick your big belly out for me!" I do what you told me.
You carefully insert the blade into my belly button.
"Do it slowly..." I moan excitedly.
"Enjoy it!" you reply and push the knife slowly but relentlessly into my navel.
I can feel the blade slicing through the walls of the navel and the tip poking through the bottom. Briefly it encounters the resistance of the umbilical knot, which it splits. An intense pain shoots through my abdomen, I groan. The blade pierces through the tough layers of muscle and fat until it finally penetrates the abdominal wall and sinks into the intestines. Then the shank of the knife hits my belly.

"Oof..." I hold my badly hurting gut.
"How does it feel?"
"Intense!" I groan. "You got me deep and good, bro!" I lift my big belly a bit to get a better look at the damage. The knife is stuck deep in the heaving abdomen. Then, slowly, step by step, I go to the large mirror next to the bed and look at my violently aching belly. A thin trail of blood runs from the pierced navel.
I press my hands tightly to my bulging tank. The pain gets worse. Groaning, I walk restlessly up and down, my aching belly pushed out far.
You come to me, put your hands on my gut. Excited moaning I press my belly in your hands. You start massaging it, which increases the pain as well as my excitement.

Breathing heavily and moaning, I rub my belly. "Twist the knife in my belly button!"
You massage my gut with increasing pressure. "This will rip your guts real bad."
"I know!" I lean into you, moaning. "Do it! Please..."
You grab the knife handle and twist the blade in my gut.
"Aaaauuughhhhh!!! My guts!"
The pain explodes in my belly, I could feel the blade tearing my guts. That's the moment I realize we've gone a step too far. You fatally wounded my belly.

"Fuck..." I groan. "That was a mistake."
"It ripped your guts too hard?"
"Yeah man... I'm done. I can feel it."
You pat my big paunch comfortingly.
"Then at least you can now do everything with your belly that you always dreamed of. You didn't let it grow so big for nothing. You're already a dead man anyway. So enjoy your death!"
I feel groaning my gut. "You're right. Pull out the knife."
With a quick movement you pull the knife out of my navel.
"Ooouuggghhhh!!!" I bend forward and clutch my belly button. Then I look at the damage. Bloody rags of intestines are pushing out of the deep wound. I take a deep breath, stand up straight and stretch out my big belly towards you.
"Give me some hard quick jabs around the belly button."
You ram the blade into my fat belly again and again.
"Aw... ough... ugh..." I moan and groan as the knife relentlessly stabs me in the gut multiple times. I feel incredible abdominal pain! Panting in pain, I lift my big belly and look at the deep wounds. I count six stabs in my bloodstained belly around the umbilical wound. My big tank hurts so bad. As you begin to finger my pierced navel, the pain becomes so intense that my cock stiffens. You continue to finger my sore guts while I gasp and moan holding my big belly and finally cum with a huge groan.
You pat my fat aching gut. "Well done!"
I groan and lean against you, the pain in my guts making it hard for me to think straight. "I have to lay down." I gasp. "What I want from you now, I can't do otherwise."
Groaning, I clutch my gut and drag myself to the bed, onto which I sink.

You sit down by my side. "I can imagine what you want."
I laugh even though it hurts terribly. "You know me well my friend! And you know all my fantasies..."
"You want me to cut your belly open."
I rub my gut where the pain is raging. "Hell yeah, that's what I want!"
My hand pats my stomach. "Cut my big tank open... from the sternum..." My hand runs down the fat gut to the under belly. "...down to the crotch..."
"What should I cut with? Scissors or a knife?"
I think for a moment, rubbing my aching gut again. "Take the knife. I'm afraid I'm too fat for scissors."
You feel my big belly thoroughly. "You're right, no scissors can cut through this thick layer of fat."
I moan, your groping hands on my aching, badly injured, big belly make me totally horny! "Please... can you massage my gut before you cut it open?"
"Sure my friend."
You massage my wounded tank very intensively and extensively. The pain is totally overwhelming! I gasp, huff and groan, arch back and push my big belly far out. Finally I'm hard again and cum moaning on my fat beargut.
You laugh. "Your fat paunch is totally riddled, but your cock is still horny!" You pat my heaving belly. "Right my friend. Have pleasure while you still can!"

Then you take the hunting knife and tip the blade on my stomach just below the sternum.
"Ready?"
I nod. "Do it!"
You plunge the knife deep into my stomach, which towers over me like a huge dome of fat. I groan in pain. You slowly begin to slit open my fat belly. I gasp and groan, arch back, stretching my belly out far, pressing my hands tightly to the bulging sides. The knife splits the large umbilical wound, opens my lower abdomen and comes to rest just above my crotch. My guts spill out in a bloody gush. I breathe heavily, my open belly rises and falls. I moan like a wounded bear, clutching my bloody guts. I am in agony. And I'm really horny again. I feel my cock getting hard and I know it will be the last time in my life. My moaning gets louder, the wounded gut rises and falls more violently, my cock is harder than ever! My hands dig into my guts, I rear up with a deep groan and cum harder than ever before in my open abdominal cavity.
Then I fall back on the bed, panting. Cramps rage in my gut. Gasping, I struggle for air, clutch my poor belly. I'm slowly losing my mind. I know I'm dying but the fact that I'm dying with my belly slit still excites me so much my cock is still super hard!

Merry Christmas!

It's Christmas Eve. I treated myself to an opulent Christmas dinner, a keg of beer and loads of sweets. My fat belly is so full and bulges out huge and plump. I'm so eaten up that my stomach hurts. I sit groaning in the armchair and rub my bulging paunch when the door opens and Santa and Krampus come in.
"Nice or naughty?" asks Santa.
"Well, both, I think ..."
Santa opens his coat. His fat, hairy belly bulges out towards me. He puts my hands on his plump belly, pushes up my sweater and begins to massage my huge beer belly. Groaning, I rub his fat hot belly. It goes on for minutes, then he pats my pot belly and steps aside. Krampus kneels in front of me, he's fat, bearded and hairy. He rubs my big belly and starts to lick it with his rough tongue. I groan and close my eyes as he licks my navel.
"Oh, you like that?" Krampus laughs and begins to lick my belly button intensely. I lean back and enjoy when I suddenly feel his finger in my navel. A sharp pain shoots through my belly button, deep into my gut. I gasp, look at my pot belly and realize that Krampus pushed his finger through my navel into my gut!
"Aaaawwwww ..."
He pulls his finger out of my gut and I see that he is pulling my intestines out of my navel with his pointed claw. With a wicked laugh he lays the bowels on my big heaving belly.
"Merry Christmas!" Santa and Krampus are leaving.
Groaning and moaning, I clutch my cruelly aching belly, try to hold back the bulging intestines and dial the emergency number. "Help ... I have a gut wound ... my bowel is oozing out ..."
When I hear the sirens approach, I clutch my hanging entrails and wonder how to explain this to the paramedics.

You see me on the street and you're mesmerized by my fat belly because you know it's perfect to be slit open and gutted!
You follow me to my house and at night you break into my bedroom, tie me to the bed and start stuffing me with food. When my belly is swollen and bulges painfully and heavily, you start with gut punching and kick my full belly again and again. By the time you finally stop, my belly will be rock hard and swollen green and blue. Then you go and leave me in great pain. My belly is still swollen for days and hurts a lot.

 After a few weeks you are again standing in my bedroom at night. Again I'm tied to the bed and again my big belly is stuffed with food until it's huge and swollen. I'm expecting you to start beating my fat stomach again, but you pull out a big knife. I'm getting scared. "Please don't stab me in my gut!" I beg you.
You laugh and roughly begin to rub my fat belly and finger my deep belly button with your thumb. Then you place the big blade in my navel and drive it through layers of fat and muscle deep into my big belly, straight into the guts! "Ouwwww..." I groan loudly. "My belly..."

Excited, you start rubbing my belly, which aggravates the searing pain in my gut. As my big belly heaves in pain in front of you, you yank out the knife, ram your cock into the gaping umbilical wound, and give me a hard gutfuck. When you cum into my abdominal cavity, you whisper in my ear: "Now your big belly belongs to me!" Then you dial 911 and leave while I squirm on the bed, panting and moaning. "My belly... awww... my big belly... it hurts so much!!!"

The ambulance is quickly on site. The emergency doctor feels my terribly painful belly. Bloody intestines are pushing out of the wound in my navel.
"Have you been stabbed in the belly?" asks the doctor.
"Yes..." I moan. "With a knife... a big knife... ouwwww... and... he had sex with... the belly wound... uuughhhh..."
The pain in the intestines becomes so severe that I lose consciousness.
When I regain consciousness, I'm in intensive care. My big belly hurts. They cut me open from the upper to the lower abdomen to save my life.
I have to be in the hospital for weeks. It's a painful, lengthy recovery process.
As soon as I can leave the hospital, I'll move straight to another city. I'm afraid you'll come back because I realized that you're obsessed with my belly.
The severe injuries you have inflicted on my insides are troubling me. My tank hurts every day. It's painfully swollen. My guts hurt so much. And the big scar on my belly. I often hold my swollen tank and touch my scar. I think of you, of what you did to me. It scares me - and it excites me.

 I'm gradually starting to enjoy my aching, swollen belly. I rub it grunting and I think of you. When you're back in my bedroom a few weeks later, I'm not surprised.

"You don't have to tie me up," I say. "I won't fight back."

"Mmmhmmm, good boy! Show me your big belly!"

Breathing heavily, I bare my belly in front of you. You feel it roughly, your fingers run over the long scar while I moan in pain and pleasure.

"Are you going to gutstab me again?"

"Hmmm, no! I think it's time to see what's inside that round belly. But your belly isn't ready for slaughter! You've lost weight."

"You wounded my guts too badly. I can't stuff my stomach like I used to. It hurts too much."

You pat and rub my aching, swollen belly with relish. "I'll make your tummy as big as it should be!"

You come to me every night and start fattening me up. I have to drink gallons of gainershakes, milkshakes and root beer. Oh, my poor belly hurts so much, but it's getting huge, bulging and heavy!

 After a few weeks, my belly is bigger and heavier than ever before. The pain and pressure in my gut and on the large abdominal scar is immense, but this excites me greatly. I enjoy it and hold my huge bulging belly while moaning in pain and pleasure.
One night you feel my tight big gut and you say, "Your big belly feels like a ripe watermelon. It's time to cut it open and see what's inside!"
With difficulty I lie down on my bed and stretch out my huge swollen gut towards you. I'm excited and yet very scared.
You take a large, sharp knife and very carefully begin to open the large scar on my big belly, layer by layer.
"Hhhhnnnnggghhhhh... aaaaaawwww... uuuuuughhhhhhh..." I gasp and moan, clutching my hands tightly to the bulging sides of my slit tank. When you have opened my belly so wide that only the peritoneum is holding my innards back, you touch my guts with relish, which causes me great pain. This excites you a lot! "Time to let your guts spill out, big boy!"
Very carefully you open the peritoneum and my intestines push out of my big belly in bloody loops. It hurts terribly! "Aaaaaarrrrrghhhhh... oooouuuuwwwwww..." I gasp, rattle and grunt as your hands grope in my open abdomen.
"Fat, greasy guts. Wonderful! Next time I'll gut your huge paunch, my big one. This will be fun for both of us!"
You dial 911 and leave while I clutch my extruding bowels in a desperate attempt to push them back into my open belly.

 The emergency team is shocked when they see the bloody mess!
"Did you do this to yourself?" the emergency doctor wants to know while trying to fix and cover my intestines on my abdomen.
"No..." I gasp and hold my big belly. "Please... help me!"
It's going to be a tough few weeks in the hospital again. My poor belly is badly injured and the huge wound doesn't want to close properly for a long time. The scar that runs across my entire abdomen is massive, rugged and weak. I have to wear a compression belt to hold my weakened abdominal wall together and prevent the scar from breaking. My belly hurts so much!
Of course the police are investigating my case - it's not often that one's fat belly is slashed open! Especially not if you've ever had a gut stab and fuck in the belly button. The police come to the conclusion that someone who wants my big belly is stalking me. I am advised to move again.
I'm taking this advice because I know you'll find me.
The severe abdominal injuries made me lose a lot of weight. I'm trying to get fat again with beers and shakes. It hurts me a lot to stuff my guts. And my growing belly is also tense and painful.
When you stand in my bedroom again one night, I'm glad to see you, because now you'll make sure that my belly gets big and round again.

 I realize I couldn't wait for the day when you come back to me and we start the final chapter.
I grin at you "I was expecting you!"
You grin back "I know. Show me your belly, big boy!"
I take off my shirt, but not the compression belt that covers my entire belly.
"Belt down, big guy!"
I hesitantly take off my belt. Immediately the intestines press painfully against the weakened abdominal wall. Groaning, I press my hands protectively on the large abdominal scar.
"Uuuuuhhhh, looks painful! Let me see the scar."
My hands slide to the sides of my belly. Your fingers run along the big scar on my tank. I moan in pain and pleasure.
"Your belly needs to get bigger, big boy. Much bigger! I want to hunt down a really big guy, with a huge paunch! I'll move in with you and take care of your belly 24/7 for the next few weeks."
Full of anticipation I rub my big belly.

 You bring pallets of beer, gainershakes, smoothies, milkshakes and cream into the house. My intestines are stuffed day and night. In between you massage my swelling belly with oil to keep the scar supple from the immense pressure.
My gut hurts all the time, but it grows and grows, gets bulging, round and huge. Sometimes I'm afraid that the large abdominal scar could burst, but my belly can take it.
You touch my big gut every day and finally the time has come. After feeling my tank for minutes you give it a smack. "Good news, big boy! Your belly is finally ready for slaughter."
I breathe heavily, caress my round, heavy gut. It hurts, as it always has in the last few months, ever since you rammed the knife into my fat belly for the first time. I know I'm about to suffer the most intense agony, but I'll take it like a real man!
"Would you like to massage my belly one last time?" I beg you
You get the massage oil, beer and a gallon of milk. "I'll massage your belly while you eat your last meal. Stuff your guts for me, big boy!"

 While I drain beer and milk, you massage my aching, swelling belly. I feel so stuffed, my belly is so unbelievably plump.
You pat the rock hard ball. "Come on, big boy. Time to get your slaying. Your big belly is getting what it deserves."
I get out of the chair and shuffle, panting, into the bedroom. Gasping, I stretch out on the bed, my gut bulging like a mighty dome of fat.
You sit by my side "Ready big boy? Stretch out your big belly for me. Stretch it out wide!"
Groaning, I do as I'm told.
You show me a large knife with a serrated blade. "I'm going to cut open your big gut with this! It's going to hurt, big boy, it's going to hurt like hell!"
I close my eyes, breathing heavily. "Do it! We both know my belly is yours..."
You place the blade on top of my gut and plunge it straight into my stomach. I groan and writhe in pain. Moaning, I clutch my fat belly, in which tearing pains are raging.
"The fun is just beginning, big boy..."
You begin to cut open my abdomen lengthwise with the serrated knife. It's bloody slaughter and it hurts excruciatingly! I was gutstabbed, gutfucked and my belly was slit open. But none of it hurt like this! The serrated blade rips open my belly and it rips my guts.
I roar in pain like a wounded bear, arch and press my open gut out so that the intestines spill out. It's hard work for you to open my fat paunch completely. But finally it's done and I stare gasping and whimpering at my wide-open gut.

 You wipe the sweat from your forehead. "Phew, that was hard work! Such a huge gut! But I ended up hunting my big guy down, sinking my knife into his big gut, mortally wounding him. Oh he's suffering, my big boy is suffering so much! He's in agony , his fat belly is wide open, his fat guts bulging out. Now the fun begins for me, I'm going to gutting that fat paunch!"

You slowly begin to cut my guts out of the open abdominal cavity, piece by piece, and pull them out. You start with the intestines: large intestine, small intestine. Then the stomach, spleen, pancreas, kidneys, bladder. Each gut you present to me before you discard it. A huge pile of bloody entrails is piling up next to me. I stare in agony as you scrape the thick coating of fat from my organs.

"Such wonderfully fat guts! You did a good job fatten up, big boy."

Groaning, I grope around in my gutted abdominal cavity. Only my enormously swollen fatty liver is still in my open, gaping abdomen.

"Oh yes, your liver. If I cut it out, you would bleed to death in a few minutes. And we both don't want that, do we?"

Moaning and groaning, I clutch my unbearably aching belly. "No..." I choke out with difficulty. "I want... ouw... savor the agony in my... awwww... belly... hhhnnnghhh..."

"That's good, big boy! I'm proud of you. You do credit to your belly. It was my pleasure to kill you!" You touch my open, gaping abdominal cavity. "Look at that! What a mighty layer of fat lies under your abs!" You start scraping the fat off my abdominal wall. My gaping empty abdominal cavity fills with it.

I groan and squirm under your hands, the scratching in my belly is so terribly painful. I moan and groan, cramps run in my gut, I clawing desperately at my battered gut. I struggle to breathe. My vision turns red.

I hear your voice like through cotton wool. "Ah, the death throes are beginning, big bear. You were a magnificent prey, my big one. And really brave and tough. I want to do you one last service..." I feel how you cut the liver out of my gut and a stream of blood spills into my abdominal cavity. "Farewell, big boy..."

Then my vision goes black and the terrible pain in my belly slowly subsides.

 Harpooned

The weather is nice, so we take a trip to the beach.
Last night we feasted to excess, my big belly is still full and bloated to the max. I love this huge plump tank and rub it with pleasure.
"Let's get in the water" you say and pull a compressed air speargun out of your pocket. "I want to see if I can catch something..."
I swim with sluggish but powerful movements, like a mighty fat walrus, enjoying the cool water. Suddenly something hits hard against my big belly, in which a sharp, stabbing pain is spreading.
"Awww, my belly..." I moan and emerge. The water turns red in front of me. Groaning, I step out of the water and see that a harpoon has pierced my belly button and is stuck deep in my gut. I hold my badly aching belly and bend back, pushing my wounded tank far out. So I stagger onto land, rubbing my bulging, tight belly in a helpless attempt to ease the searing pain in my gut. You come out of the water behind me.
"Dude, dammit, look at what you've done!" I gasp out with a groan. "You harpooned my big belly... right into my belly button!"
"Sit here" you say and lean me against a rock on the beach. Your strong hands roughly touch my huge bulging belly around the harpoon in my navel. I grunt and moan, my fat belly heaving violently in excruciating pain.
"Don't worry son" you say patting my badly injured tank. "I'll help you!"

You grip the harpoon sticking out of my fat, bloody belly and pull.
"Ooouuuggghhhhh!!!" I moan in panic, stretch out my terribly painful belly, which I clutch. I can feel the cold steel in my gut sliding through my bowels. Then the harpoon tip hits my abdominal wall. I know your spear shafts are barbed and you can't just pull them out of my belly button.
"No!!! Please don't..." I groan and try to stop your arm. "You're going to rip my belly button!" But you pull with a powerful jerk. Due to the immense pressure, my belly button transforms from innie to outie for a moment.
I hold my bulging belly groaning and moaning as my tormented navel literally bursts and the harpoon pulls a bloody loop of intestine out of my abdominal cavity.
I stare, groaning, at my heaving, bulging belly, from whose torn navel my intestines are hanging.
"I'm afraid... I won't... survive..." I groan. "It feels... like a... fatal wound..."
"You can be sure of that, son!" You get your big cock out of your pants. "Your big belly is totally finished!"
With these words you ram your cock hard into my belly button wound and start giving me a violent gut fuck.

Your hard cock pushes like a ram again and again hard into my sore guts.
"Oophhh... Awww... Ough... My belly... oh god... you're crushing my guts!!!"
I grunt and moan. But it's not just because of the hellish pain in my belly! I can feel this agony turning me on as my cock swells too... I groan, clutching my swollen belly with my hands tightly. You push harder and harder into my belly, which I stretch out far and finally your hot sperm pours into my huge belly.
"Uuuuuggghhhh..." I cum too and squirt on your wonderful, bouncing belly!
Panting and sweating, you pull your cock out of my belly button wound. My huge belly heaves in agony.

"Nnnnnggghhhhnnn..." I press both hands firmly on my aching belly, it's so swollen and bulging from your hot seed. I squirm, moaning, trying to push the hanging out intestines back into the abdominal cavity.
"What are you doing, son? Don't be stupid, that won't save you anymore!"
You pull out your dive knife and quickly make a deep cross cut through my torn belly button. I moan and gasp in pain. My intestines are now swelling in large loops from my big belly. "Aaaaawwww... my guts!!!" I try in vain to hold back my bowels.
"These rotting entrails need to get out of your fat belly!" You begin to press grimly and roughly on my abdomen, so that my intestines are literally gushing out of the cross-shaped abdominal wound. Then you reach into the bloody guts with both hands and pull them mercilessly out of my abdomen.
"Ooouuugghhh!!! My guts! You're gutting me, dude..."

It's unbelievable how much intestines are tightly packed in our bellies. A huge pile of guts is hanging out of my belly button.
I huff and grunt, clutching my protruding guts as my bulging belly heaves up and down in agony.
"Why?" I groan and try to ignore the raging pain in my butchered belly.
You laugh. "Son, admit it - the unbearable pain in your magnificent thick belly makes you horny like never before in your life! My harpoon in your belly button is the hottest thing that could happen to you, enjoy the agony and your bulging intestines . That's what you've always wanted! Men with a belly as big as yours always want it!"
I moan and groan like a dying bear, rubbing my aching belly that I'm sticking out far - and I know: you're right!