Deep into the dark alleyways as the gentle moonlight cascaded between buildings, an all too common sight was unfolding.
 
 
  “Cmon! I don’t have anything else, leave me alone!” Charlie cried, fearful as the edge of a knife was pointed to his chest. He wasn’t the nuggets of people, and seemed like easy pickings, so it's no wonder as to how he got in this situation.
 
 
  “As if! Hand over all you got or this gets real bad for you!” The mugger said, poking the knife against Charlie's chest. Yet, as the scene unfolded, someone walked by, gently mumbling to themselves. They turned to the alley, the scene sparking a fierce anger inside him.
 
 
  “Hey! Back off the-” He steps into the alley to intervene, but as he does he feels his stomach grumble. He had skipped breakfast… And lunch for that matter, and he was beyond hungry. Just then, he thinks of a perfect way to solve every problem here at once.
 
 
  “Step back won't cha? You ain’t involved!” The mugger yelled, but the man didn’t care one bit, stepping forth with his black trench coat swaying gently in the frosty winds. Water splats on his black shoes as his eyes glared with a fierce rage.
 
 
  “Not one step closer and I’ll make you into a damn statistic!” The mugger said, stepping back lightly and turning his knife to the man. Charlie took the opportunity to step away, hiding behind his savior. The mugger's words fueled his anger, and the man stepped up to the mugger. The mugger swung the knife at him, but he caught his hand, gripping his wrist as he tightened around his grip.
 
 
  “Ack! Lemme go you-! Arg!” The mugger yelped, slight cracking came from his wrist as the knife dropped to the floor. The mugger tried to punch him with his other fist, but was easily thwarted again. The mugger's eyes filled with fear as the man stuffed his hands into his mouth, screaming as he felt the man swallow. His arms quickly shot down his throat, he screamed staring into the man's eyes before his head was shoved into the man's mouth. His screams were muffled as he was swiftly swallowed down, his shoulders sliding through his maw as the man easily reached his waist, grabbing onto it and shoving it down his throat. The only thing that remained was the mugger’s legs, slowly sliding through his maw, his feet easily slipping into his mouth, and swallowed down.
 
 
  All the while, Charlie watched in awe as his assailant had disappeared down this mysterious man's throat. But, where most people would run, fearing they too would end up as lunch, Charlie felt a morbid, somewhat dark curiosity towards the situation. Oddly enough, he felt even a bit of attraction rippling out of the man and his… Engorged belly.
 
 
  “Uff.. That was kinda fucked up but.. At least I won’t need to get any dinner,” He sighed, feeling the man kicking around in his gut. But just as he was about to head off, he felt a pair of hands squish into his squirming gut.
 
 
  “Hey! What the…” He shouted, looking down he saw Charlie, gently rubbing into his gut. Charlie looked up shyly, a hint of blush peaking out on his face.
 
 
  “Um.. What would your name be?” Charlie asked, gently massaging the squirming gut.
 
 
  “It’s Emil Sinclair, or just Sinclair. Now, would you…” As Sinclar was about to tell him off, he realized he could barely feel his kicking prey over Charlie's gentle massaging. Charlie starts to take his hands away, but Sinclair quickly nabs them and pushes them back onto his gut. Charlie blushed more, continuing to softly rub his gut as the man inside continued to scream and kick.
 
 
  “Your gut’s quite.. Pretty..” Charlie said, staring a hole through it as he mindlessly spoke. Sinclair was a little caught off guard, he really didn’t expect this guy to start praising his gut.
 
 
  “Uh… Thanks?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he couldn’t deny he was enjoying Charlie worshipping his gut.
 
 
  “Could I maybe just… Stay here for a while? Rubbing your… Hot gut~” Charlie said, unable to keep his mouth shut on how he felt over this all. While Sinclair felt awkward about it all, just wanting to leave and let this mugger melt away, he couldn’t deny how good it felt having someone soothing his gut.
 
 
  “Ehh.. Sure, you can stay until he’s.. Gone..” Charlie smiled, his face a cute shade of red as he got to listen as the mugger was processed.
 
 
  ‘HEY!! Don’t ignore me bitch! Let me out of here!” The mugger cried, but his voice was far too muffled for anything coherent to come out. Soon enough as he sat in Sinclairs gut the acids began to pour in. The soft tingling feeling was practically nothing at first, but soon it turned to a rippling pain as he felt the acids start to tear into his legs. He cried out in pain as he felt his skin start to peel and flake off as he slowly melted away. The acids were stained red as it tore into his soft inner flesh, the pain only growing as it melted past it even more and down to his bones. He cried and whimpered, desperately squirming, trying anything to escape as he watched the bones in his feet float to the top of the horrid mixture of blood and acids. The acids start to be polluted with the melted slop from his legs, the bones all surfacing on the top as he screams his lungs out.
 
 
  All the while Sinclair softly moaned, feeling Charlie gently press his hands into his gut. The two barely even noticed the man's screams as Charlie made his prison even tighter, pushing him further into the acids as he felt his own bones start to pierce his now soft, weak flesh.
 
 
  Before he could take his last breath, he desperately tries to push his face against Sinclairs gut, crying out for anybody to help. Yet, the only person who even noticed was Charlie. Instead of helping, Charlie pressed hard into Sinclairs gut, forcing a hefty burp out Sinclairs mouth as the mugger was pushed under the acids. He felt acids begin to flood his mouth and pour into his lungs, acids seeping into every crevice of his body as he began to lose consciousness. He cries out every little moment as his arms soon went limp, falling into the swirling mess of bubbling acids as his head bobs down, dipping into the mixture as he faints.
 
 
  “Excuse me..” Sinclair said, blushing faintly as his gut grew cold and silent. Charlie leaned his head against Sinclair’s gut, listening to all the rippling of acids and thick crunch of bones being snapped into pieces. Sinclair shivered a bit feeling Charlie’s head rested on his gut, it felt so wrong to indulge in such a perverse, horrific act… But then again, he had a massive hard on for 99% percent of the experience, so it was hard to deny himself the pleasure.
 
 
  Although, as Sinclair’s gut gurgled away, he wasn’t the only one to notice his enjoyment, Charlie slipping under his gut to take a peek at Sinclair’s hard cock poking through his pants. He couldn’t resist, the thick gurgling of melting flesh mixed with the sexual tension from being this close to Sinclair’s hard cock was too tempting as he reached into his pants and started pulling them down.
 
 
  Sinclair quickly snapped to attention, grabbing his pants and holding them up with a gentle yelp.
 
 
  “Hey! C’mon, we can’t do that! I just ate some guy, it’d be horrible to just start getting.. Sexual as he still.. Melted..” Sinclair spoke, his words slowing as he contemplated everything. Sure, it wasn’t moral at all, but when would something like this happen again? He’d just get a quick blowie and forget all this happened, out of his conscious for good.
 
 
  “You sure?” Charlie said, peeking out from under his now shrinking gut. Without a word Sinclair pushed him back under and pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to flop out.
 
 
  “Just a quick blowie, just to get it off my mind.” Sinclair mumbled. Charlie didn’t need another word, gently slipping Sinclair’s cock into his mouth. Sinclair yelped lightly, not having an experience like this in forever. Charlie softly ran his tongue along his cock, bobbing his head back and forth. While he worked away, Charlie couldn’t help but gently jerk off himself as the thick crunching of bone continued to echo out all around him. Sinclair felt his legs weaken a bit, panting lightly as he got off to the poor soul cracking and bubbling in his gut. Soon enough his instincts took over, the pleasure overwhelming as he grabbed onto the back of Charlie’s head, slamming it back and forth on his cock.
 
 
  Charlie almost instantly came feeling himself get slammed onto his cock, moaning loudly as Sinclair’s cock started to throb in his mouth. Sinclair moaned and panted feeling his cock start to bulge, ready to explode like a volcano already. With a loud bone snap from his gut, prompting it to shrink down even more, Sinclair shoved Charlie's head down on him as he started to dump his load. Charlie moaned wildly as he did his best to lap it all up, not wanting to waste a single drop.
 
 
  Sinclair’s cock throbbed for a bit as it emptied every drop it could, Charlie swallowing every bit he could. And when it was finally over, Sinclair let his grip go as Charlie slowly pulled off him and stood up.
 
 
  Sinclair’s gut had shrunk down to little more than pudge by now with the occasional cracked bone poking out. Charlie gently wiped his mouth of any stray droplets, the two now shyly looking at each other as Sinclair pulled his pants up. Sinclair’s shirt was rather stubborn as he awkwardly tried to tuck his gut under it, eventually giving up and just buttoning his trench coat over it. They share a shy glance at each other.
 
 
  “Well uh… I should probably get going, got stuff to do y’know?... But uh… Maybe call me sometime?” Sinclair stuttered, pushing a small paper into the least messy of Charlie’s hands. Charlie took a glance down, and sure enough it was his number. Before he could say another word to Sinclair he had already started speeding his way through the alley, quickly disappearing into the dark of night.
 
 
  Charlie sighed, he was definitely gonna meet up with him again, probably bring a ‘date’ with him too… He really needs to get mugged more often.