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.