‘My name is Ben. I’m a second year Slavic Studies student at one of the bigger universities in London, and as I write this, I am sitting at Heathrow airport with my class waiting for our flight to Warsaw.’
I put my pen down. Really? A diary entry? What am I, twelve? I sighed and closed my notebook, putting it back in my bag. Everyone else was busying themselves with their phones, desperately trying to send those crucial last few texts, that vital email or defeat that last level on Candy Crush before we’re plunged into a wi-fi free zone for three hours. I didn’t mind, I had a book. Not that I’d managed to do much reading so far, however... it was all Phil’s fault.
Let’s start from the beginning. A couple of members from our class - about six in total - had been selected for a special programme where we go and get some practical experience in the countries we’re studying. Two from the Polish language group, two from the Czech group and two from the Slovak group. The aim of the trip was to use our languages as much as possible and act as guides for the other members of our group. There would be wall to wall museums, and genuinely, I couldn’t be happier. I’ve always been a bit of a nerd, but honestly, an all-expense-paid trip to Poland was more than could have dreamed on my tight student budget. And I guess... that brings me to Phil. Phil was one of the two teachers who would be accompanying us on the trip. I say ‘teacher’, he was one of the PhD students who taught on our programme. And he was hot. He looked sort of like one of those bearded lumberjack types that had given up his life of felling trees and decided to test the delights of every microbrewery from here to Inverness. He had arms for days and just the right amount of pudge around the middle, a firm, half-sphere of fat jutting out just above... well, I won’t dwell on what it’s just above. But let’s just say his shirt wasn’t the only thing that was bulging.
The first few days of the trip passed without incident. My friend Greg and I had taken over, asking for directions, translating plaques in museums where there was no English given, and by the time we got on the train from Warsaw to Kraków we were absolutely shattered. We collapsed into two seats together, glad to have the chance to not talk for a while. That was when Phil came over. ‘You guys are doing really well, I think the other pairs are a bit nervous about living up to your example,’ he said, his voice soft and deep like a mossy well. I tried to reply, really, I did; but the only thing that came out was some nonsensical mumbling. Greg took over before I made a complete twat of myself.
‘What he means is, thank you very much.’ Phil laughed.
‘Nie ma za co!’ he replied, grinning and going to sit with the other teacher, Steve, an older man with a much more pronounced belly than his own. The two of them barely fit into the same row of seats. I had just begun to drift off into my own little fantasy world when Greg dug his finger into my side.
‘Ow!’ I yelled.
‘Focus, loverboy. I plan to win this thing, and that can’t happen if you’re going to be staring off into space thinking about Phil,’ Greg said. Did I forget to mention that there was a prize? The group that the teachers deemed to have done the best at the end of the two weeks wins an £200 bar tab at our students union. Greg was desperate to win, because getting people drunk was his way of getting people to like him. And fair play to him, it had worked so far. I sighed.
‘What’s the plan, then?’
‘Leave that to me, dear Benjamin. But here, you read up on these,’ he said, handing me a stack of photocopied notes about Kraków and the surrounding area. All in Polish, of course. I didn’t dare complain, but god, I wanted to.
We spent the day showing our group around the sights of Kraków, even taking them to a couple of places off the beaten track which Steve certainly seemed to appreciate, Greg noted with pleasure. We had just finished dinner back at our accommodation and everyone was yawning, even though it was only early. So much walking isn’t good for the health of students, I swear. People started making their excuses and heading off to their rooms - we were two to a room, which worked out neatly, but meant that I had to put up with Greg’s snoring for the whole trip. I was one of the first to go, and I fell asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
When I woke up again, it was still dark. I checked my phone, and it was barely 1am. I groaned out loud, then clasped a hand over my mouth in case I woke Greg. I looked cautiously over at his bed to find it empty, and still made from when we arrived. I sat up, puzzled. Maybe that was why I had woken up, my body had gotten used to his snoring and now I couldn’t sleep without it. Great. That was when I heard the noise. It was like a faint, squishy sort of noise - hard to explain. It was coming from outside the room, maybe back in the common area. I tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. Nothing, just the opposite wall. I tried the handle, turning it as silently as I could and peeping out, down the corridor.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
There, right in front of me, was Phil. Stark bollock naked with a raging hard-on, and two human legs sticking out of his mouth. I was transfixed, watching the man I had lusted after since day one of our course stroking his cock gently in rhythm was his gulps as the legs dwindled into ankles, then just feet, kicking feebly to escape their predicament. His gut jutted out in front of him, he had actually had to rest it on the back of one of the arm chairs so that it wouldn’t obstruct his masturbation. He finally closed his mouth around the wiggling toes and swallowed hard. The bulge travelled down his neck, even stretching out his muscled torso as it came to rest in the enormous, squirming belly, which he began to rub gently, cooing softly to it. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but in my sleep-deprived head I hadn’t quite made the connection between the empty bed in my room and the enormous boy-filled belly of my crush. The tent in my pants was painful, and I had to put my hand over my mouth again to muffle the moan as I came full force in my underwear without even laying a finger on my dick. I couldn’t risk him seeing me, so I closed my door again as quietly as possible and went to the en suite bathroom to clean myself up. I got back into bed, still completely shell-shocked. What had I just seen? I didn’t have much time to think it over before sleep claimed me again, and before I knew it, my alarm was going off in the morning.
I walked into the kitchen last, which was by design as I didn’t know if I would be able to face Phil. To my surprise, there he was, sitting at the table, putting butter onto a slice of toast. How was he eating toast? Was Greg not filling enough? He noticed me staring and smiled broadly. ‘Hey! We were just going to come wake you. Eat up, we’ve got a big day ahead of us,’ he said cheerily. I smiled weakly and sat down opposite him, taking a slice of toast from the rack but not making a move to do anything else with it.
‘Where’s Greg?’ I asked, plainly.
‘He had a family emergency, had to leave as quickly as possible. He took a taxi to the airport last night,’ Phil said, feigning concern. 
‘He took a taxi to the airport’ is a pretty lame euphemism for where he actually went, I thought, but didn’t say. I just looked at Phil, not saying a word. Phil’s expression changed to one of confusion.
 ‘Don’t worry, bud, your leg of the trip is almost over anyway, we’re off to Slovakia tonight, Steve’s gone to book the train tickets,’ he said, misreading my expression as one of concern for our competition. He yawned and stretched, leaning backwards. As he did so, I could see that the small belly I had admired so much had grown a few inches in the past 12 hours since I’d last seen him, so much so that one of the buttons gave up the will to carry on, flying off and hitting me square in the forehead. ‘Whoops!’ said Phil, blushing and crossing his arms, hoping the table would cover up his bulging midsection and poorly fitting shirts, ‘Sorry about that bud! Guess I overdid the pierogi last night,’ he chuckled. I didn’t even react. I was staring at his belly. I couldn’t look away. When I finally looked up at his face, he was eyeing me intently, a smile curling at the edge of his mouth. He knew that I knew.
Everyone got up and cleared their dishes back into the small kitchen area. We had some shopping time today to get souvenirs, books and the like and I intended to use it to get as far away from Phil as possible. As we were all about to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
‘Uh, Ben, do you reckon you could stay here for a little while, we have to discuss how this is going to work now that your partner is gone,’ said a low voice behind me. Every hair on the back of my neck stood up.
‘Oh, should we wait for you, Ben?’ asked Martin, one of the guys in the Czech group. I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off.
‘This could take a while. He’ll catch you up later,’ said Phil, his grip tightening on my shoulder. I watched my classmates walk out of the door and close it behind them. They didn’t know what they were leaving me to. ‘So,’ began Steve. ‘My guess is that you know Greg isn’t in London right now.’
I said nothing. I just stared coldly at the handsome devil before me.
‘I guess you know that he’s... well, a hell of a lot closer than that,’ he said, taking a step towards me. I took a step backwards, but found my path obstructed by the wall. ‘It’s almost as if he were here in the room,’ he added, pushing me up against the wall with his newly enlarged belly. I had dreamt about a very similar scenario, but the circumstances were very different.
‘I... why...’ I stammered. It was all I could manage.
‘I’m a big guy, Benny-boy. And big guys get hungry.’
It was at that moment that his stomach let out a loud gurgle that I could feel all the way to my bones.
‘Speaking of,’ he said, his grin widening. His massive arms grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me,
tearing the fabric and letting buttons fly everywhere. He leaned forward and I was sure it was the end - I could feel his hot breath all over my face, it smelled of coffee and... something else I couldn’t and didn’t want to identify. I heard a soft clicking, and opened my eyes to see his glistening pink maw in front of me as he leaned forward to remove my glasses with his teeth. He threw them to the floor with a careless toss of his head and grinned. ‘It’s a shame, really, because you were both definitely going to win the competition. But now it looks like I’m the one who’s going home with the prize,’ he said, opening his mouth incredibly wide as he finished, engulfing my head in one, smooth motion. The smell was overpowering, but as everything went dark it was all I had to go on. I could feel him working his way around my shoulders, lifting me off the ground to get a better grip - gently manoeuvring me into his mouth and down his throat with the practiced efficiency of a natural-born predator. He was skilful, and mercifully quick, and before I knew it my head was pushing into his stomach as my entire torso entered his mouth and throat. I gagged at the smell of his stomach acid and what I can only assume was Greg up until last night. I would become the same, meaty, glorping soup by the time we crossed the border into Slovakia. Without warning my face was plunged into the acrid broth and I started to curl up against the walls of his stomach. I heard the tearing of fabric from what was either my jeans or his shirt, which he had forgotten to remove before beginning his conquest. As I began to right myself as my legs followed me into the stinking chamber, I could feel my back resting on something, and I was gently rocking. He must be stroking his dick again, just like I’d seen him the night before! I couldn’t help but wonder how many others had met the same fate, destined to be nothing more than a layer of fat on Phil’s belly. I was still thinking this thought as my feet fell down the passageway of his throat and joined me inside, and I felt a soft pat on the outside of my stomach.
‘Whoo boy!’ Phil said, his voice thundering above my head. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. Greg was just collateral damage, I’ve been wanting to take you for years. Did you really think I hadn’t noticed you staring at me? Well now I’ve put you where you belong, and that’s where you’re staying.’ I heard him chuckle, and then my whole world was in motion. I could hear the thud of his elephantine footsteps as he made his way back into his bedroom, then I was suddenly upended as he lay back down on what I assumed was his bed. ‘Lights out now,’ he said, through an unmistakeable yawn, ‘be a good little boy and don’t give me indigestion.’
A rapturous belch echoed above me as the stomach walls suddenly compressed me even further, and I blacked out.
About an hour later, the door to the rented apartment opened and Steve wandered in, scratching his own considerable paunch. ‘Hello?’ he shouted, only to be met with a low gurgling sound. He walked down the corridor, checking each of the rooms before reaching his own, only to find a naked Phil sprawled out on his bed, with an impossibly large stomach and a hard-on that would make a racehorse jealous.
‘Jesus, Phil, again?’
Phil chuckled. ‘What can I say? A man’s gotta eat. He was asking for it,’ he said, letting out another small belch. ‘You know... we could just... eat the rest of them, and write it off as a hiking trip gone horribly wrong?’
Steve sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed the enormous mountain of flesh that was the younger man’s belly. ‘Come on now. You know as well as I do that we wouldn’t get away with that a second time.’