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“Urgh…” Charlie groaned, holding his stomach. He didn’t know what he had eaten but his stomach was killing him today. He was trying to keep it together at work and act normal but his facade was slipping quickly.

“You don’t look so good, Charlie.” Pim observed worriedly, having been pretending to watch the tv when he clearly had been watching Charlie the whole time. “Maybe you should go home?”

“No way, man. I don’t have any more sick days. Mr. Boss would definitely fire me.” he stifled a burp.

“What if it’s another stomach parasite? You might need to go to the hospital again. I’m sure Mr. Boss wouldn’t fire you over an actual emergency.”

Charlie shook his head. “My last visit wasn’t covered by insurance. It’s total bullshit but I really can’t afford to go again.”

Pim frowned, not seeming to like that all his suggestions were shot down. Then he looked like he was coming up with another idea.

“I’ll probably be fine.” Charlie lied, hoping to convince Pim. “It’s not as bad as last time, I swear.”

His best friend stood up and grabbed a glass jar that was sitting on the counter and brought it over to their table. “I have an idea, Charlie,” he declared. “It’s, um, a little weird, but I think we can pull it off.”

“What is it?” Charlie asked warily, now put off by Pim describing it as “weird”.

“I’m going to use this jar to capture the parasite in your stomach.” Pim mimed capturing a parasite with the jar.

“Huh? How are you going to do that?” Charlie was confused. “It’s in my stomach, you wouldn’t be able to get to it unless-" he laughed nervously, seeing the determined look on Pim’s face. “Please tell me you’re joking…”

Pim shook his head. “It’s the only way, Charlie.”

“We don’t even know if I have a parasite-”

“What else could it be?”

Charlie pondered this for a minute. It did feel the same. And though he stayed away from the kebabs, a parasite could come from anywhere. “How would this even work? I mean, I cram a lot of food into my mouth but never anything your size.”

“Remember when I ate the blueberry?” Pim said.

“Yeah, that thing was the same size as your head.”

“If I could eat something that big, I’m sure you could fit me in your mouth easily.”

“Why ‘easily’?”

“Um, well,” His friend seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “You’re a lot bigger than I am. In stature.” Pim added quickly.

“True.” Charlie acknowledged. Pim was skirting around it to be polite but Charlie knew he also meant that Charlie’s fat body would be able to accommodate for extra weight being added to it. “Are you sure about this?”

Pim nodded enthusiastically. “Anything to help my best friend!”

Charlie wished he shared Pim’s enthusiasm for this plan. “Can you take your shoes off?” The thought of tasting dirty boots didn’t seem appealing to him.

“Of course!” The little guy agreed, slipping off his shoes and socks, placing the socks neatly in his shoes and then on the floor. “Would you like me to take anything else off?”

Pim’s question immediately launched Charlie’s brain into imagining Pim saucily undressing. He had seen his best friend near nude many times but something about this situation was frying his brain, making him imagine perverse things- what was wrong with him? Thinking of his best friend like that?

“Charlie? You really don’t look well. You’re all red and sweaty.” Pim’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Geez, yeah, I guess you better hurry.” Charlie said in a strangled voice. This was probably the parasites doing!

Pim stepped up on the table, tucking the jar under his arm. “Open as wide as you can.”

He hoped his breath didn’t stink as he did exactly what Pim asked of him. To his astonishment, Pim’s big round head was able to fit in his mouth. It didn’t take long for Pim’s head to hit the back of his throat, which was when he realized that he needed to start swallowing. Embarrassingly enough, he was salivating, as if Pim was a delectable treat.

Charlie had gotten to taste Pim while he was practically balancing on Charlie’s tongue and he didn’t taste too bad. Actually, Pim tasted good. That, or Charlie was just really, really hungry.

“Ready!” Pim said encouraging him to go on with it.

He didn’t know how to pace it. Some part of him wanted to savor the experience but Pim was a definite choking hazard given that he was being swallowed whole and all. Charlie started swallowing and his throat stretched uncomfortably. Feeling Pim wriggle down his gullet was odd. He tilted his head back, gulping and gulping; he slurped in Pim’s feet, causing Pim to giggle at the sensation. And then he nearly fell off his chair as Pim pushed into his stomach.

The chair creaked under him and Charlie steadied himself in shock and awe. His stomach was bigger as it pushed out from under his sweatshirt but not noticeably so with all the recent weight he had put on. “Pim, you good?”

“Yes!” Pim answered, slightly muffled. “It’s a little dark but I think I see the parasite…”

“Be careful!” Charlie cautioned. His stomach still hurt but he was too focused on how nice and full he felt with Pim in his stomach.

A struggle ensued as Pim tried to capture the parasite, stretching and jostling Charlie’s stomach to and fro. He started to feel sick again, burping and hiccuping.

Then his stomach settled. “Got it!” Pim sounded breathless but triumphant.

“Woohoo!” Charlie whooped, pumping his fists in the air. “Damn, I actually do feel better now.”

“Yayyy!” His friend cheered.

“What’s it like in there?” he was curious. “Gross, probably.”

“Not bad, for a stomach.” Pim replied. “Cozy, actually.”

Cozy? He blushed at the descriptor. “Cozy how?”

“Well, it’s warm. The way your stomach walls squeeze around me… it feels like a hug.” Pim admittedly shyly.

A hug? Charlie looked at his stomach, trying to picture Pim inside, being hugged by his gut. The image made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

“What’s it like for you, Charlie?”

“Oh, uh, I’m really full but it feels nice? Like sometimes when I eat too much, my stomach hurts and I’ve never been this full before but I feel good. Um, whenever you move, I can feel it and I dunno, it’s a good sensation. But you probably want out, right?” he tried not to sound disappointed.

“No, not really.”

“I’m not trying to digest my best friend-”

“I’ll let you know if things get uncomfortable.” Pim assured him. “I like being close to you like this, Charlie.”

“Uh, oh, r- really?” His voice was pinched. He felt a little lightheaded. Or maybe giddy? “I- I like having you close to me like this too, Pim.”

“I’m glad you feel the same way.” Pim said softly.

Charlie was going to reply but then Allan and Glep entered the room with Glep taking a seat on the beanbag as per usual. Allan, however, paused as if noticing something strange. Charlie tried in vain to tug his sweatshirt over his bulging stomach but he wasn’t really getting anywhere.

“Why are Pim’s shoes on the floor?” Allan wondered.

Shit. He should’ve figured that Allan would spot something like that and ask questions about it. His mind was racing, trying to come up with a good lie. “They were giving him blisters so he took them off.” Charlie tried to sound normal.

“Really? Are they new? They don’t look new.” His red coworker observed.

Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, man. He said his feet were hurting and he went to find some bandaids.”

“But there are bandaids here.” Allan pulled them out of the cupboard. “Pim should know that.”

“Look, are you trying to accuse me of something?” he asked in exasperation. “Because it really sounds like you’re trying to accuse me of something.”

“What would I be accusing you of-uh?”

“I don’t know!”

Just then, Mr. Boss came into the room. “Hey, boys!” he smiled cheerfully. “Guess what I’ve got behind my back.”

“Um,” Charlie scratched his head.

“Oh, fine, I’ll tell you!” The man said before anyone even tried to guess. “A potion that stops digestion for a few hours. Any takers?”

“Why would anyone want that?” Allan questioned flatly.

“I want it.” Charlie said. In fact, he needed it. Badly. “Can I have it?”

“Why sure.” Mr. Boss said pleasantly, handing him the vial of pink liquid.

As Charlie was drinking it, he heard Allan stage whisper to Glep about Charlie looking fatter than usual today. Glep agreed much to his chagrin.

“Well, I’m about to do a shit load of cocaine. Who’s with me?” Their boss looked around for volunteers. Only Glep left with him and Charlie noticed that he seemed disappointed when Allan didn’t want to come.

Allan dragged the other chair at the table very close to Charlie. “You are looking very plump today, Charlie.”

“Rude much?” Charlie frowned and then he reacted in alarm when Allan tried to feel his very full stomach. He swatted Allan’s hand away exclaiming. “What the fuck, dude?!”

“Ow.” Allan said. “This confirms it for me. You ate Pim, didn’t you, Charlie?” he accused, narrowing his already narrow eyes.

Fuck. How did he guess?

Charlie was panicking. What could he do? What could he say? He needed to say something! Ah, fuck it! His brain decided he had no choice but to come clean. “I did, but um, it’s not what you think, okay? It was all Pim’s idea! He was trying to help me with a stomach parasite and this was the only way he could think of- and yeah, okay, I didn’t have to say yes, but I did. He’s perfectly fine by the way! Right, Pim?”

“Yes, I am!” Pim answered cheerfully. “It’s actually quite nice in here!”

Charlie’s cheeks flushed at the last bit that Pim had added. He was blushing a lot today. “So, um, don’t tell anyone else, please?” he clasped his hands together in a begging gesture.

“Hm,” Allan scratched his chin. “Not even Glep?”

“Not even Glep.”

“Okay.”

Charlie let out a sigh of relief, wiping away sweat from his brow. “Thanks, man.”

“Not so fast-uh.” Allan said seriously. “I won’t tell anyone on one condition.”

“Wh- what? That’s not fair! You already agreed!” he complained. “What’s the condition?”

“You eat me next.”

Charlie paused. “Come again?”

“You heard me.”

He had always figured that Allan was into some weird shit, but this was unexpected. Was this a common thing that people were into? He’d have to do some research on that.

Charlie acquiesced. “Fine, but after I spit Pim out.” He didn’t think his stomach could handle having Pim and Allan squeezed in there. Besides, wouldn’t it be super cramped?

“Fine.”

“Okay, now leave us alone. Go hang out with Mr. Boss.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so! Scram!”

“Now who is rude?” Allan tutted but he made his way out of the room.

“God, finally. Just you and me again.” Charlie sighed, patting his stomach. When he didn’t hear a reply, he urgently jostled his stomach. “Pim?!”

“Oh, sorry about that, Charlie. I’m getting quite sleepy in here, listening to your heartbeat is really soothing.” Pim yawned, sounding very sleepy indeed.

“Uh, I could nap too if I’m being honest. I’m always down for a nap.” Charlie yawned too, stretching. Glep’s beanbag looked very inviting. He waddled over to the beanbag, carefully cradling his stomach in his arms, hopefully his weight wouldn’t break the chair. He sat down and got comfortable, making sure Pim was comfortable too. He set an alarm, knowing he was one to nap for more than a usual nap length.

“Sleep tight, Pim.” Charlie smiled.

“You too, Charlie.”

Mentally, he reminded himself to sing Pim’s praises once they both woke up.

And so, they both fell into a peaceful slumber.