The Station

By The Fat Bear

It was a small and out of the way place. The kind of place that looks like it gets a dozen people; one a month. But out n the middle of nowhere with a failing car, any gas station was a welcome sight. As I pulled up and rang the service bell, I could see someone sitting inside. I got out and walked into the place. The wind howled and snow was coming down in waves of white. Even a few seconds outside were enough to thoroughly chill me out. Inside the small station was a main counter and an assortment of chemicals and emergency parts. There was a musty smell in the air and I noticed that the food shelves were mostly empty. A few seconds later, someone walked up to greet me. I was amazed by what I saw. An enormous man dressed in dirty bib overalls and a blue work shirt lumbered to the counter. His huge belly was squashed as he placed his fat hands on the counter. He was probably over forty years old and easily weighed over four hundred and fifty pounds; probably more. He was mostly bald and wore round glasses. I could see that even his overalls could barely keep him from blubbering out in all directions.

"Can I help ya, son?" he asked.

"Sure. My car's broken down and I was wondering if you could take a look at it?" I replied.

"Sure, sure. Just relax and I'll see what I can do." he said.

With that, he put on a large coat and after taking my keys, he pulled my car inside the garage. After a half hour of inspecting, he came back inside the waiting area to see me.

"Well, it's messed up pretty bad. I'm pretty sure your timing chain jumped a tooth. It'll need a lot of work but it should be all right. Problem is that I don't have the parts right now and my supplier is too far to get to. You're kinda stuck here, kid." he said.

"That's all right. At least it'll run again." I said.

"I've got some food downstairs if your hungry. I gotta keep a good stock this time of year since we get snowed in often." he said.

"Sure." I replied.

With that, he invited me to the station's basement. There he had a small dining room, kitchen and bathroom. A small bed and dresser seemed to be his bedroom. He was already cooking something up. I sat down and watched. After a few minutes, he finished and brought over two enormous sandwiches. He sat down and began to dig in. He easily finished half the sandwich in one bite. He ate with pleasure. He enjoyed that sandwich and took pleasure in the fact that it would add to his enormous bulk.

"You're welcome to stay here for the night. There's no way you'll get far in this storm." he said.

"Thanks. I appreciate it. Where do you want me to sleep?" I asked.

"I don't have an extra bed. If you like, you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep upstairs." he said.

"No, that's unnecessary. I'll take the chair upstairs." I replied.

"No. You're a guest. There's no way I'll let you do that." he said.

"Well, you need that bed more than me." I said.

He looked at me with a grandpa like smirk and thought for a moment.

"If you like, we can stay together. If you're okay with it. I know it's kind of a tight squeeze, but at least you're on a bed." he said.

I thought about it for a few moments. I really didn't want to sleep in a chair. I decided to take him up.

"All right. We'll sleep together. Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked.

"Sure, no problem. It'll be fun. I don't have company often around here." he replied.

With that, we finished our meals and prepared for sleep. He locked down the place and shut off most of the lights. We went into the bedroom and I watched as he shut the door and locked it behind him. He sat down on the bed and fumbled around with his shoes.

"Let me help you with that." I said.

I kneeled down in front of him and began to remove his old shoes. Then I removed his socks. His feet were thick and even his toes were fat. I couldn't help but feel them as I finished. As I stood up again, he smiled at me.

"You like that, huh?" he asked.

I nodded slightly, more embarrassed than anything else.

"You should see the rest of me. I'm like that all over." he said proudly.

"Really? I asked.

"Yeah. You wanna see, kid?" he asked.

"Uh, sure. If it's all right with you." I replied.

I watched as he unclipped his overalls and they fell to the floor. His blue shirt had already lost most of its buttons. I helped him remove his dingy clothes and within minutes, he stripped to nothing. He sat there, blubbering out in all directions. I was in awe.

"Wow, that's amazing." I said. "I always wonder what it must be like to be so big. What it must be like to be in there." I said as I touched his tremendous belly.

"Aw, it's not a big deal. I'm always hungry though. I'm still hungry right now." he said.

"Why didn't eat some more earlier?" I asked. "I don't mind if you pig out."

I jiggled his gut a little as he chuckled.

"Aw, don't worry about it, kid." he said. "I'll have something soon enough."

With that he patted the bed beside him, inviting me to sit down with him. I removed my clothes and sat down next to the fatman. He then placed his huge arm around me and held me close. I looked up at him and he smiled at me.

"I don't have company often, kid. But I can tell you're special. You wanna be with me, right?" he asked.

I nodded my head in approval.

"It's all right, I knew you wanted to. You'll love being with a fatman. You'll have no problems; you'll be warm and comfortable. Everything'll be all right." he said.

With that, he pulled me closer to him. We held each other for some time.

That night, we slept together. We were facing each other face to face. He held me tightly. As though he didn't want me to move away. We didn't sleep much though. We simply laid there, looking at each other. We would have stayed like that for a long time, but his belly let out a loud, deep rumble. He smiled at me. As we laid there with each other, I couldn't help but wonder about being like him. What it was like to be in that tremendous body of his.

"Have you always been this fat?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much all my life." he said. "I like it though. I like the feeling of being so big around everyone else. The feeling of always being hungry and eating everything I want. My gut's always telling to eat some more. That's why I really want ya, kid. I'd really like to have ya. To have ya inside with me. So we can be together."

"I know you want to. I know I want to be with you. I want to become you. I want to add to your body and stay with you. Do you think I can?" I asked.

"Sure." he replied. "I got plenty of room for ya. And don't worry, you'll end up right here with the rest of my food. You'll probably put four inches on my waist when we're all done." With that he patted his huge belly. I knew I wanted it. He then pulled me closer to him.

"I really want ya, kid. I need ya." he said.

"I know. I'm ready," I answered.

With that, he raised his tremendous bulk and sat up on the bed. I repositioned myself on my belly and allowed him to take my feet. He started by licking my feet and legs. He slobbered over me as he prepared to have me. Then he gently lifted my feet and put them in his mouth. I groaned loudly as the warmth of his mouth aroused me. Gently, ever so gently, he pulled me into his throat. With a gentle swallow, he pulled my feet in. I could hear him breathing heavily as he anxiously pulled me again. He now held my legs and pulled me in further. Little by little, I slid into his body. Soon, my legs were completely in his throat. The heat form his innards was so intense. I moaned again, urging him to hurry. With another deep swallow, he pulled me in deeper. My groin was now in his wet maw, and he playfully ran his cow like tongue over it. We were both in ecstasy. I could see his organ sticking out painfully. I reached down and grabbed it. He groaned in pleasure. I took him in as he was taking me in. We must have stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. His fat penis throbbed painfully in me as mine did inside him. He came powerfully and moaned in pleasure. After a few moments, he started on me again. He swallowed mightily and heaved me deeper into his gullet. Now my belly was completely gone. Only my chest and head were still outside. The heat of his bulk kept me fully aroused, even though I was already more than halfway down his throat. He raised his head up and allowed me to slide further in. His thick tongue tasted and felt my chest and belly. I looked back and could see his eyes.

"Come on. Take me in. Please." I whispered.

He swallowed again. All that was left outside was my head. The rest of my body was now completely inside his enormous bulk. With another deep swallow, he closed his mouth around me and locked me inside. The inside of his mouth was beautiful. Bathed in his saliva, I stayed in his mouth for a few seconds, playing with his tongue. Finally, he gulped me down and I slid into his throat. I was gently pushed and pulled until I landed in his great stomach. Inside, I was washed in a thick soup of mucous, saliva and old food. It was hot and stinking. All around me, his stomach pulsed and quivered as it anxiously began to enjoy it's new feast. I was caressed from all directions. The great sac jostled me for a while, until I was settled in. He then burped loudly. The vibrations of his stomach all around me were too much and I came. I convulsed inside of him for a few seconds; then I settled in again. The fatman groaned in pleasure. He had never taken in so much at once. He looked down and looked at his belly. It was sagging almost to the floor. He stayed there for while before finally lying back and dozing off.

As he drifted off into sleep, I squirmed and struggled inside of him. I was swimming in his fat. His huge stomach gurgled and bubbled as it went to work upon me. Anywhere I pushed I could feel his slimy stomach walls and a heavy layer of blubber. I knew that I would be adding to that fat soon. I thought about what he said and wondered exactly how much weight he would gain with me. I wondered what it would be like to be him. I thought about these and other things as I laid there inside of him as his stomach rumbled and churned around me.

The next morning, the fatman could barely move. He struggled to get up and waddle to his closet. There, he had a set of special pants with suspenders for just loafing around. They also had the extra space and comfort that he needed after such a gorging. With great difficulty, he put them on and slung on the suspenders. Even these pants were quite snug on him. He had never eaten so much before and it was a real turn on. He had so much in his belly. He could feel his stomach stretched to it's limit. He wanted more. He ponderously waddled to the fridge and retrieved some leftover pasta. He sat back down and listened to his radio. With great pleasure, he shoveled more food into his gullet. He wanted to have as much as possible, until he felt he was going to burst. As he sat there, he rubbed his swollen belly. Moaning deeply, he took pleasure in having such a large meal inside of him.

His food was washing down on me. It simply added to the thick soup I was already in. His stomach worked to make me part of that soup. I could also feel him. His large hands ran up and down my body. I could faintly hear his radio. The sound of his stomach gurgling and rumbling all around me overpowered anything else. As I pushed and poked the walls of his thick sac, he groaned and grunted with pleasure. Sometimes, he would reposition himself or stretch a little to allow me to move around some more. But no matter. I was his. What little time I had left I would spend in his belly. His huge gut would be my final home. I curled up inside of him and waited to be one with him. His huge stomach caressed me from all sides as it tenderly worked to digest me.

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