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I found myself spending the weekend with my adoptive uncle, Mike, my father's brother, since my parents were away from home, which posed quite a significant predicament for me. You see, despite being nineteen years of age, my parents preferred not to leave me unsupervised at our residence following an incident that occurred the previous year. So, why exactly did this situation present such a challenge for me? Well...

For as long as I could recall, I had harbored this peculiar... let's call it a daydream? It involved approaching and gently caressing his magnificent abdomen. Good heavens, it was simultaneously so voluminous and hirsute, yet surprisingly supple. My overwhelming desire was simply to press my countenance into it whenever I laid eyes on it and listen intently for what seemed like an eternity.

Thus, my arrival at his place coincided with my parents' departure. Initially, all seemed uneventful; I settled in beside him to observe the ongoing baseball game. However, the singular "ball" that truly occupied my thoughts was, in fact, the voluminous, spherical mass of Mike's belly.

Subsequently, the most dreadful scenario imaginable unfolded. Mike rose, letting out a low murmur, and proceeded to divest himself of his shirt, remarking, "Whew, kid, it's exceedingly sweltering in here. That air conditioning system seems utterly ineffectual. I trust you won't object."

As one might readily envision, I immediately wished the ground would swallow me whole.

"Say, youngster," he then queried, "incidentally, would you mind fetching me a chilled beverage?"

I eagerly proceeded to the kitchen, feeling utterly delighted by any pretext to remove him from my immediate vision; however, upon my return, as I handed him the brew, he uttered:

"Hold on there, before you take a seat," he began, "I'm a bit unsure how to phrase this, but... I've observed for a few years now the way you've been regarding me. My abdomen, in particular. Naturally, I can't fault you; just cast your gaze upon this masterpiece! An abdomen of this caliber, wouldn't you agree, isn't cultivated from anything but consistent beer consumption and wholesome, home-cooked fare, eh?"

All I managed was a timid assent and a return of his gaze, utterly petrified by the notion that my deepest thoughts had been understood with such swiftness and clarity.

"Moving on," he continued, "I wished to inquire, and this is strictly between us two, whether you might desire to appease those burgeoning inclinations you harbor? I am quite amenable to a thorough caress, should you be inclined to provide one."

I found it utterly beyond belief; this was akin to a lifelong aspiration finally realized! Naturally, I assented (perhaps with a touch too much eagerness), lowering myself to achieve eye level with the abdomen I had been captivated by for what felt like an eternity. My digits began tracing the hirsute expanse of its surface, tautly distended by countless years of beer consumption and copious amounts of sustenance...

Subsequently, he posed a further question...

"Listen," he began, "you know I'm not particularly flush with funds. It proves somewhat challenging to procure ample provisions, especially when catering for two individuals. Therefore, I have what might be described as a rather unusual proposal. You consume your dinner this evening, and I, in turn, will house you within my internal reservoir for the night, simply to sustain me. Rest assured, I shall release you by morning; that's a guarantee."

I could only gaze upon him, utterly perplexed by the nature of his proposal. This surely had to be a jest, didn't it? Could he genuinely believe he possessed the capability to completely engulf me? Yet, an undeniable earnestness reflected within his gaze conveyed the chilling message that he was, indeed, entirely serious.

"Excellent then, assuming your affirmative," he declared, "you're welcome to partake of anything you desire in the kitchen; just endeavor not to consume all my provisions, would you?"

Twenty minutes thence, having consumed merely a serving of instant ramen, I re-entered the main parlor. I cast an inquiring expression towards Mike as he gestured for my approach.

"Finished then? Excellent. Approach," he instructed, simultaneously seizing me beneath the arms and unhinging his jaw to an immense degree. As he drew me near, I could detect the faint aroma of malt on his exhalation, his mouth distending to an unbelievable extent. Or perhaps, was I merely diminishing in stature? At this juncture, it was anyone's guess...

He seized my shirt and swiftly stripped it away, subsequently gripping me once more and propelling me crown-first into his cavernous gullet. The sensation was utterly unprecedented. Then, panic immediately set in; I began to thrash frantically, comprehending entirely what was transpiring only at that very moment, yet it was already beyond remediation. He divested me of my pants and socks, evidently relishing the taste, until I descended completely beyond his oral cavity and settled within his gastric chamber. Inside, I could discern the internal churning of everything occurring within him, accompanied by his dulled vocalization from the exterior:

"Ohhh yes, youngster... you have perfectly satisfied me. Well then, I suppose I shall encounter you in the morning, won't I?"

I was on the very verge of responding when I perceived his abdomen contract and compress, as he subsequently resumed an erect posture, re-engaging with the match.

"Oh—Absolutely, a triumphant hit!"