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!
 

Seppuku

Finally I reach the small clearing, deep in the forest. It's quiet here, you only hear the sounds of nature. Rarely does anyone go here. I will be undisturbed. I spread out my blanket in the shade of the trees and kneel in the middle. Then I slip my shirt over my head and push the waistband of my pants down into my groin. My mighty belly rises and falls heavily. I lovingly stroke the bulging hairy ball. Then I take out the knife. It's a tanto and it's sharpened. I wrap the blade halfway in paper and grasp it in my right hand. The left hand feels the abdomen below the navel. I place the blade a hand's breadth below, take a deep breath - and thrust.
It doesn't hurt as much as I expected. I pull the blade across the abdomen to the right. Now the pain sets in. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to open my belly with this sharp knife. It's tedious to cut through the tight layers of skin, muscle, and fat. I gasp and groan, it hurts terribly! Inch by inch it goes forward, the abdomen gapes. Breathing heavily, I pull out the knife to plunge it into my underbelly, just below the cut at navel level. The tearing pain makes me pause for a moment, I have to gather all my courage. Then I laboriously pull the blade up, cross the horizontal incision, and split the navel. The pain is raging terribly in my gut. I pull the knife out of my upper abdomen and drop it on the blood-soaked blanket. Groaning, I hold my terribly painful belly, which is now wide open. The intestines push out in bloody loops, swell onto the blanket. I sink forward, bracing myself with one hand on the floor while the other tries to hold back the guts. The pain is unbearable. I black out, collapse and slam forward to the ground.
When consciousness returns, all I can feel is the terrible pain in my gut. Groaning and panting, I get up on my knees again, one hand clutching my bulging intestines, the other leaning on the floor. It hurts so bad! The cross cut in my belly gapes open. No chance to push back the intestines! I let it go... My belly hurts so much, I hold it complaining. Then I sink to the ground, writhing and squirming until I'm finally on my back, legs drawn up, clutching my guts, moaning and groaning.

I can't say how long I lay like that. It seems like infinity to me. It was probably hours. Opening your belly is a slow, painful death. Suddenly there are two men. Hunter. They heard my cries of pain and followed them. I see the horror on their faces. One immediately makes an emergency call. The other squats down next to me. "It'll be okay..." he says helplessly. "Help is on the way." Groaning, I try to cover the gaping abdominal wound. "My guts..." I whimper. "My belly..." The man doesn't know what to do or say. Finally he nods. "Hurts, yeah?" It's a ridiculous remark given my wide open abdominal cavity. The leaked intestines hanging out of my belly. My pained face. The desperate cries of pain that escape my throat. The hands clinging helplessly to the intestines. Of the heavy heaving and falling belly, stretching out in spasms... But I can't blame the man, it's just that sight that completely overwhelms him. The second man bends over me. "They send the rescue helicopter." I stare at him with glazed eyes. He pulls a first aid kit out of his backpack, tears open the packaging of a sterile cloth and spreads it over my open abdomen. "Can you hold that?" I nod, groaning, pressing the cloth over the gaping wound. It is clear to me that the cloth serves less to protect the open abdominal cavity than to protect against this sight. But it is okay.

My consciousness is clouding over more and more. The two hunters keep talking to me in panic. "Hey, stay awake!" Help is coming soon.” “Don't close your eyes!” Then suddenly the rescue helicopter is over us and lands in the clearing. The paramedic kneels by my side while the medic leads the hunters away. "I'm going to look at your abdomen now. Please take your hands off.” He removes the cloth from my gut, taking a good look at the extent of the injuries. Then he picks up the knife. "Did you inflict this on yourself? With this?” “Yes…” I groan. “When was that?” “In the morning… in the morning… around… around 10…” “I'll take care of your belly now so that we can transport you. Don't worry, you'll also get painkillers.” He injects me, but the pain continues to rage in my gut. Then he tapes the open abdominal cavity around the intestines with sterile cloths. I gasp and moan. He injects me again something. Then the medic begins to put the leaked intestines on my belly. While he fixes it with his hands as best as possible, the emergency doctor tapes this mountain of entrails with new sterile towels and fixes it on my belly. The paramedic gets a rescue stretcher and together they lift me up. I scream in pain as they move me like this. The police have now arrived. One of the officers talks to the hunters, the other comes to the emergency doctor. The medic puts a cannula in me. "Did he attempt suicide?" I hear the police officer ask. "Yeah, he slashed his belly." "What a mess... will he make it?" The paramedic shrugs. "He lay here like that for hours. It looks really bad. The intestines are completely gutted. I don't know if he'll survive the flight at all.” The policeman thanks him and goes back to his colleague.The emergency doctor and paramedics carry me into the heli. Every movement hurts unbearably. I roar like a wounded animal. The ambulance puts me on the drip. "Now it'll be better." He's right, the pain is getting duller. For the first time in hours, I relax a little. The helicopter takes off. "Where...are we going?" I moan. "University Hospital. They've already prepared for surgery.” “No!” I reach for the emergency doctor. "No surgery! No...surgery..." "You'll die if you refuse surgery." "I...I'll...die too...like this..." I gasp. The doctor looks me in the eye. "Probably yes. You have been without medical help for a very long time. And you've really inflicted serious abdominal injuries on yourself. But you have a small chance of making it if we get you to the clinic alive.” “No…” I moan. "Let me... die..." The doctor radioed the clinic. “Patient, male, around 50, obese. Attempted suicide about 4 hours ago by opening the abdominal cavity with a knife. The abdomen is opened up extensively by two crossing incisions, which run horizontally below the navel between the pelvic bones and vertically in the middle from the pubic bone to the stomach. The bowel is completely leaked. Patient is conscious and responsive but suffers from severe pain for which high doses of morphine have been injected. Vital signs weak. Patient is refusing any life support at this time.”

I'll actually make it to the clinic alive. A team is already waiting for me when I'm lifted out of the helicopter and takes me to the ER at a run. "No surgery..." I moan. "Let me... die... please!" In the operating room, a doctor welcomes me. "Listen, we won't do anything if you refuse. But I want to take a look at your abdomen.” I nod with a groan. The team removes the bloody cloths covering the abdomen and intestines. The doctor begins to examine both thoroughly, which causes me great pain. "Do you think he really slashed his own belly like that?" an operating room nurse asks the doctor. "As big as his belly is, it must have been incredibly difficult and painful." "He opened his belly in the tradition of the samurai," replies the doctor. "It took courage and a strong will to bring this to an end." Finally he sits down next to me. "I want to speak frankly with you. You actually have next to no chance of surviving these injuries, even if you let us do surgery now. Your intestines are not in good condition, we would have to remove large parts of them. That would take hours. Your abdominal cavity is already highly inflamed. If you do not die during the surgery, then most likely as a result of blood poisoning or peritonitis. I would like to do the following: we put the injured intestine back into the abdominal cavity and sew it up. Then we put you in the intensive care unit, provide you with painkillers and a catheter and let things take their course. It may indeed be a few hours before death occurs, but we will do nothing to delay it.” I'm so relieved I'm in tears. "Thank you, Doctor!" I blurt out. “But no… general anesthesia!” “It will be unbearably painful. A local anesthetic only works superficially in the abdominal wall. You'll feel everything we do to your intestines.” “It doesn't matter…” I moan. He nods at me and squeezes my hand. "You can't put his insides back in his abdomen and stitch everything up when he's fully conscious!" the anesthetist protests. "He slashed that big belly while he was fully conscious. And he disemboweled himself. It can't get any worse! The alternative would be to let him die like that." The anesthetist nods. Then the team gets to work. I get undressed. Despite having copious amounts of local anesthetic injected into my abdomen, handling my bowels is, as advertised, excruciatingly painful. The anesthetist holds my hand, strokes my head and encourages me. The team first sews up the horizontal incision in my abdomen up to the crossing vertical incision. Then they start stuffing my intestines back into my belly and finally sew up the rest. I feel the large seams in fascination. When someone wants to stick a wound covering over it, I stop them. "No... please..." They let me have my way. Satisfied, I hold my dull, aching, bulging belly.
Now I'm in the intensive care unit. Painkillers run into me via the entrance. They can only numb the pain in my gut, it accompanies every labored breath. I put the bed in a semi-sitting position so I can look at my belly. It is now grotesquely swollen and is literally glowing. Groaning, I keep touching the seams, which seem stretched to the point of tearing. I marvel at how tenacious my body is in defying the destruction of my gut. It's true that I'm getting much weaker and it's difficult to breathe, but it's a slow death given the terrible injuries.
The doctor who treated my abdomen in the surgery comes up to me. "My shift is over. I was told that you are still alive. How do you feel? Is there anything else we can do to make things easier for you?” I groan and shake my head. "No... it's... good..." "May I examine your belly again?" I nod. The doctor moves the bed into a lying position and begins to carefully feel my belly. I moan in pain. "It's okay, that's all I need to know." He puts a hand on my gut soothingly. Then he pulls the bed back up. "It's incredible that you're still holding out. Your intestines die off. The dead parts are decomposed by bacteria. That's why your belly is so swollen. Are the painkillers still working?” I nod with difficulty. "Yeah... it's... okay..." The doctor looks at me thoughtfully. "Do you regret refusing surgery?" I groan and hold my big belly. "No…" "Do you regret that you chose this form of suicide? It was extremely painful for you.” I look him straight in the eyes. "I...I...would...do it again..." He nods. "I thought so. I'm going to tell you something no one else knows. I've had a belly fetish since I was a child. Abdominal injuries fascinate me and I often imagine my abdomen being injured. I think you feel the same way. And you turned your fantasies into actions.  I wish you get it done soon. Stay brave! If the pain becomes too unbearable and I can see that you are in severe pain, ask for a doctor. We can put you in an induced coma.” “Thanks…” I smile at him. "That... that won't... be... necessary..." He nods and leaves. I hold my aching gut. And wait for death, it comes eight hours later.

Impaled

It's summer and I went to the small estate park. I like it very much, you don't meet a soul there during the week. It is hot. So I look for a spot in the shade of the old trees. For quite a while I lie around lazily and drink liters of water. That's good in the heat, but after a while I feel downright drained. So I decide to do some activity. As I pull myself up, all the water in my stomach gurgles. My shirt stretches over the bulging belly, which I rub with pleasure. Then I get my juggling balls out of my backpack.

I haven't been juggling for very long and sometimes it works more, sometimes less well. It's actually going really well today. But… excited too soon! The balls are already flying back and forth. One lands behind the half-height wrought-iron fence. Damn! I reach through the bars but the ball is a little too far for me to reach. I'll have to get him. But I'm a fat guy and I don't feel like walking to the gate and halfway around the park in this heat. So I decide to climb over the fence for a moment. There's no one there who could take measures against me.

I don't even know how it happened. It's all happening so fast! Somehow, I slipped and at the same moment I feel this stabbing pain in my big belly. It's immediately clear to me that I fell into one of the arrow-shaped iron spikes. "Fuck!" I moan. It hurts beyond belief! I struggle to put my feet on the fence to take the pressure off my poor belly. But as I feel my cruelly aching tank as gently as possible, I realize how bad it really is. The point of the fence went straight through my navel and sank into my gut up to the crossbar, a good six inches. I am breathing heavily. Every movement, every breath, increases the searing pain in my big belly immeasurably. Moaning I only have one thought left in my head: I must get off this fence! I can't take the iron spike in my gut!

Groaning, I push myself up, trying to lift my big belly off the top of the fence. The pain is unbearable! I moan and groan as the pain tears and rages in my gut. Inch by inch, my belly rises. Then I clearly feel the tip meet the resistance of my abdominal wall. Howling in pain, I mobilize the last of my strength to keep from sinking back into the fence, desperately pushing myself up until I feel a visceral tearing in my gut. I can even hear it. "That was your navel..." I think, blacking out from the pain. Finally, I feel the iron rod slide out of my torn navel with a slippery sound. I cling to the fence, threatening to pass out from the pain. And then I slowly realize why it was so difficult and painful to pull the tip out of my gut. Because this is worked like an arrow with two barbs. These not only tore a gaping exit wound in my navel, but they also dug deep into my guts. I stare at the top of the fence, around which lies a loop of intestine, shiny red, which, like a garland, leads in a wide arc to my navel wound. I let go of the fence and stagger back a few steps in horror. The intestine slides smacking further out of my belly. I fall to my knees, whimpering, trying helplessly to hold back my bulging guts. Vain. Groaning, I drag myself back into the shade of the trees, gutting myself more and more. I do not care! For me there is no rescue anymore.

I squirm in pain, hold my so cruelly injured big belly. It heaves heavily. It hurts so bad! It is unbearable! My sore guts are throbbing warm and wet in my hands. Moaning, I keep pushing my aching belly out when it gets cramped. If only it were over quickly! But fate is not so kind. The iron tip missed the aorta as well as the large organs. No quick bleeding. My agony could last for hours... I stare glassy-eyed at the horrific wound, the bloody gut. Such a cruel, painful death awaits me!

 

Belly execution

"Undress!" The man who led me out of the cell into the small walled courtyard tugs at my jacket. I obey.
"That too!" He points to my undershirt. I follow reluctantly, now standing shirtless in the yard. My big belly arches mightily over the waistband. The man pushes me towards the wooden pole standing in front of the wall, chains my arms to it. Then, grinning, he rubs my huge hairy belly.

A boy comes into the yard, barely older than 13. The man goes to him, pulls a small-caliber gun out of his jacket and hands it to the child. "12 shots. Aim for the navel.” The boy snorts excitedly and steps into position. The man puts his hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Pay attention. I picked out someone with a big paunch for you. You have a nice big area to hit with.” The boy nods, takes another deep breath and aims.
A bang, a sharp pain in my stomach. The first slug hits the center, a hand's breadth above the navel. I groan and bend over backwards. "Not bad," I hear the man say, "aim a little lower." The boy pulls the trigger again. The second bullet hits me halfway between the navel and the first bullet hole. A hot pain spreads in my upper abdomen. "Yes, better," sounds the man, "even deeper."
I hear the shot. A hard impact, left below the navel. I groan. The pain is even more intense than in the upper abdomen.

The boy's not a bad shot. He shoots eleven times, each time hitting my abdomen, around the navel. The first bullet must have hit my stomach, all the others are stuck in my guts. The pain is terrible. The small caliber couldn't penetrate my body, but it tore my intestines. I know what this means for me, I face a miserable, agonizing death. If I'm lucky, I'll bleed to death in a few hours. I'm more likely to die of peritonitis. That can take days. The pain is already unbearable.
The man pats the boy on the shoulder appreciatively. "Not bad." He makes a disappointed face. "I didn't hit his belly button." The man laughs. Both come over to me. "Damn, no, you didn't get the navel. But look how you drilled his big, hairy paunch! Every shot went into his guts.” The boy stares at the small bloody wounds in my abdomen. "I came very close twice..." "Exactly," the man nods, "and now get your bullseye!" The boy shoves the muzzle of his gun into my navel. The touch immediately causes a powerful wave of pain, makes me moan in agony. The shot rings out and the hot pain that is now exploding in my gut button is worse than anything before. My vision is clouded, there is a rushing in my ears. My heart beats in my throat. "Well done!" I hear the man say.

I wonder what it takes to get your kids to shoot a defenseless person 12 times in the belly. With a small caliber, knowing well what a cruel death will follow. The man unties me. Groaning, I fall to my knees, clutching my aching tank. "Up with you!" The man throws my clothes in front of me. I pick them up, whimpering, struggle to get to my feet. Every little movement, every breath hurts so much. I stagger in front of him, hunched over, hands pressed to my pot. He takes me back to my cell. Groaning, I stagger past the other cells, seeing the inmates staring at me with a shudder. When my door opens, I groan and sink onto my bunk. The man watches with a grin as I grope my sore gut while whimpering. It feels hard and swollen. Blood oozes from the small holes made by the bullets. I desperately rub my mortally injured belly.

I've always been a fat guy and proud of my big, firm tank. Before I was imprisoned here, I had put on a few more pounds and fed my belly as round and heavy as it had ever been. Now, of all things, the huge belly had become my undoing. Of course, it was the perfect belly to swallow twelve bullets and I felt a certain degree of pride that I walked off the pitch with twelve bullets in my gut. But the armor of fat encasing my guts also made for a particularly agonizing death, because no hit was instantly fatal.
I moan and groan as I hold my big, heaving belly. It hurts so bad! A hot, excruciating, burning pain. I have no idea how to endure this for hours or even days. I remember a few days ago that a moan of pain came down the hall from another cell. It was a long time before it fell silent. Now I'm lying here in agony myself - and I know I'm going to lose...
 

Incubator

We've both been stationed on this swamp planet for several weeks now. From the known living conditions, it is suitable for colonization, we have been sent here as a research team to collect various samples and to explore flora and fauna. We are supposed to hold out here for a full cycle, a little less than an earth year.
You can clearly feel that it is now getting warmer, a phase with hot and humid temperatures is beginning. The muggy warm nights make it difficult for us to fall asleep, it is unbearably hot in the tents... We finally move outside, sleep only in shorts on our mats, protected by thin nets. I had a hard time falling asleep that night. I can't have slept too long when I wake up to a slight stabbing and ache in my gut. I grunt and rub my tank when my hand unexpectedly touches something. I widen my eyes in alarm and see something perched on my naked belly. It's one of those animals that inhabit the swamp, and now, as the temperature rises, they're coming out in larger and larger flocks. A strange mix of insect and reptile, about the size of a cat, with sharp jaws and black leathery skin. In the last few days, we have been able to observe many mating. I cry out in horror when I see the beast. The thing rattles and hisses at me, and I realize it's buried a long spike in my belly button. I scream again and hit the animal. It pulls it thorn out of my gut and flees.

You woke up from the noise and rushed to me. "What's happening? Everything OK?"
"There was one of these black creatures..." I look at the net that the animal has punctured with its sharp jaws. "It stung me..." I rub and examine my gut.
"Where? In the belly?”
"Yes, in the belly button..."
You shine your flashlight on my pot, examine my navel. Not so easy, because my belly is big and my navel deep. "It's red, a drop of blood where it stung you. Does it hurt?"
"Nah..." It doesn’t. It itches and swells the navel for the next few days, but it's not much different than a large mosquito bite. After a week I almost forgot, the shock at night was worse than the physical consequences. Despite the sultry nights we now sleep in the tent. I'm just glad the beast wasn't poisonous.
In the following weeks we are making good progress with our work. You get used to the climate; we now have an extensive range of food. This is obviously also noticeable in my waist size, pants and shirts are starting to tighten. I've always gained a bit of weight, so I don't worry too much about it. My intestines probably can't handle everything that this planet has to offer in terms of food either, I feel increasingly bloated and feel a dull pressure in my guts. My belly is getting bigger and bigger, but I like it. It hangs heavily over my waistband and my shirts can't quite cover that huge hairy paunch.

However, one night I wake up with tearing abdominal pains. My gut is so swollen and feels rock hard. Groaning, I roll over, trying in vain to take a relieving posture.
"Are you okay?" I hear your sleepy voice.
"No..." I moan and hold my aching tank. "My gut hurts…"
You come over to me "Let's see..." You push up my shirt and lower my shorts into my groins and carefully touch my unnaturally swollen abdomen. Your face darkens. "I hope it's just digestion." You get some pungent lotion and start massaging my painfully swollen belly gently. I moan and gasp in pain and press my poor paunch into your hands. "That should bring some relief..."
But it doesn't. I feel like the spasms are tearing my insides. The rock-hard belly glows like an oven. Again and again, you touch my still swelling belly with a worried expression. The night drags on endlessly while I can hardly stand the pain. The morning is already dawning when I suddenly clearly feel something moving in my gut under my hands. I scream in panic, staring at the bulging belly shaking with cramps. You're already at my side again, talking to me soothingly, but I don't want to hear anything! I press my hands tightly to my trembling gut. "It is moving!!! Something is moving in my belly!!!” You also put your hands on my big pot – and freeze. I see you can feel it too. The tearing pains in my gut meanwhile start to a cruel crescendo! Howling in agony, I push out my enormous belly. You see in disbelief how my navel begins to bulge outwards. It sits enthroned on my twitching gut like a ball – then it literally bursts open! Pain and panic mingled in a shrill screech of mortal terror as a veritable torrent of teeming black beasts erupted from my belly... The first have already disappeared into the dark, while stragglers are still pushing out of my torn navel. You pluck one of them from the bloody hole and look at it, shaken. It is undoubtedly a diminutive version of the ubiquitous black swamp creatures. While I'm whimpering, with glassy eyes, holding my horribly aching gut, I hear your toneless voice. "It laid eggs in your belly... The brood was able to grow in the warm abdominal cavity - and now it has hatched. They must have been feeding on your guts for the last few hours until they had enough energy to burst out... I'm sorry! I can hardly imagine the agony that caused you...” I stare at you, breathing heavily. "And this agony... is far from over, is it?" You shake your head. “There is no rescue for you, but unfortunately no quick death either. You'll probably die of peritonitis; they'll have perforated your intestines.” “How long?” I moan. You look at me. "It can take days, hours if you're lucky..." I groan and press my hands tightly to my fat paunch in a vain attempt to ease the raging pain.

As I moan and stare at the bloody hole that used to be my belly button, I see torn intestines pushing out of my big heaving belly - and I feel my cock stir. Full of shame I have to realize that my open gut and the realization that I am in agony excites me. I hope you don't notice, 'cause I want you by my side in my pain. It would comfort me if you could hold and rub my poor fat belly.

Gut stabbed

A warm summer evening, I took a trip to McDonalds before they close. I treat myself to three large menus, ice cream for dessert, cake and three large milkshakes. After that, I'm fuller than I've been in a long time. My fat belly bulges like a giant ball under my shirt. Moaning with pleasure, I rub my stomach, which is so bulging that it hurts. Then I pull myself up and clumsily walk to my car. In the dark, deserted parking lot, a man suddenly approaches me. His face is covered by a black balaclava, in his hand flashes a screwdriver, which he menacingly points at me. "Not a peep," he hisses, "pull your shirt up, I want to see your belly!"

Disturbed, I bared my bulging, heavy belly, a sight that obviously aroused the man very much. "Oh yeah," he moans, "such an awesome fat belly!" He steps closer, still pointing the screwdriver at me like a gun, and starts rubbing my bare hairy paunch with his free hand. His hand is rough and demanding, I moan because the hard pressure on my bulging stomach hurts. But I also feel that this painful procedure excites me. He now pushes his thumb into my deep belly button and starts to finger it hard. Like a ram he hits my sensitive guts again and again. I can feel the pain spreading all over my belly. My moans grow louder, mingling with the man's excited gasps. I close my eyes, stretch my gut out, which makes the hard fingering even more intense. Suddenly I feel something cold in my navel. I look down at myself and realize that the man has inserted the screwdriver into my belly button, which is now sliding lower and is already bumping against the bottom of my gut hole. I look at my opponent in panic and shake my head. "No, please!" But the man nods, and I'm sure he's smiling under his mask. "Yes!" The pressure on the bottom of my navel increases. "Not in my belly," I choke out, just as the screwdriver breaks through my navel with an SHLRP and relentlessly pierces fat and muscle all the way into my guts. A sharp pain runs through my belly. I exhale with an agonized sound, clutching my gut and feeling the screwdriver handle nudge against my plump paunch. The full length of the blade is stuck in my fat belly!

The man steps back and watches what the gut wound is doing to me. It's an agonizing pain raging through my belly. The blade has clearly perforated my guts, causing horrible convulsions. I press both hands on the big, bulging pot and push it out far with a deep moan. "Aaaaahhhh, my belly! Oooooohhhh! Urgghhh!” I gasp and squirm. The man comes back to me and starts rubbing my fat, aching belly again. Blood spurts out of the navel. The tearing pain is overwhelming. Groaning, I press my tank into his roughly walking hands. His pressure on my sore guts increases, his panting gets louder. The cruel pain torments and excites me at the same time. Suddenly, the man grabs the handle of the screwdriver, twists it around in my navel, and pulls it out in one quick movement. I can clearly feel my guts tearing apart. With a stifled yelp, I stagger back, clutching my belly button with both hands. I groan and stare at my tormentor. "Why???" I moan. "A hot big belly like yours has to bleed!" is the answer. Then the man disappears in the dark.

I stagger back to McDonalds, half senseless from the pain. I can feel bowels oozing out of the wound, blood spurting out between my fingers. With the last of my strength, I drag myself through the automatic door, stagger to the counter, where I fall on my knees. Some customers cried out in shock. "Fuck, his belly!" I hear someone say. Then everything goes very quickly. People come to my aid, lean me against the counter. Someone calls 911 while others try to stop the bleeding with napkins. "He got it right in his fat gut." "Man, straight in his belly button." The pain has become unbearable. I squirm and moan, pushing my big belly out again and again when a cramp is digging particularly badly in my guts. "Wow, look at how his big belly is trembling." The pain takes my breath away, my poor gut heaving up and down. I rub my sore paunch, feeling how rock hard the thick ball feels under my hands. Suddenly an ambulance is there, paramedic. The doctor looks at the wound, feels my gut, which makes me moan in agony. "Can you tell me what happened?" I hear his voice from far away. "Screwdriver," I groan. "Did you get stabbed in the abdomen with that?" I nod with an effort. Then the world around me sinks into darkness and tearing pain.

When I regain consciousness, I'm in intensive care. A long abdominal incision runs from the breastbone to the crotch. The belly feels swollen and hurts dull. I gently touch the sore gut and feel a strange mixture of relief and excitement before consciousness fades again. I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but my consciousness returns as I feel a sustained pressure on my gut. A man in a sterile gown stands by my bed, his gloved right hand resting heavily on my belly button, his face half hidden behind a surgical mask. But one look into his eyes is enough to recognize who is standing in front of me. It's the man who stabbed me in the gut! I gasp in panic, but he soothingly strokes my sore tank and leans towards me. "No fear! We'll let your hot, fat belly heal in peace. This will be a painful time, it has torn your guts properly. But when you're back on your feet, I'll come back and make your big belly bleed. Look forward to it, I know you want it too!” And with that he leaves, leaving me distraught. I feel scared but I must admit that it also gets me incredibly aroused!