OSHA Violation

Working at a top-secret, high-tech laboratory has its perks. He was only a janitor there, but still. Bill enjoyed watching some of the experiments and genuinely enjoyed his work as well. It was idle work that didn’t require too much focus, which was great. Especially since recently, his focus has been on other things. In particular, experiment 8673. That experiment was an artificial stomach prototype. It would act as a substitute for human stomachs, in lieu of a transplant. But this prototype was bigger than a normal human stomach, to perfect the mechanics of it. In fact, if he had guesstimated right, the stomach could probably fit about one whole human. Which, it occasionally did, for engineering or repairing purposes. But he had another use in mind.

He had been carefully keeping track of the times of the scientists’ lunch break for about three weeks. He was able to determine the best time that he would be able to sneak in for a brief time in the stomach. Tuesday, for about 30 minutes. More than enough to enjoy himself. He watched from a scaffold as the scientists checked the clocks one more time, then started to deactivate their equipment. As they did so, he started heading over to the door to the stomach scaffold, leaving his custodial cart nearby. The last lights turned off down in their room and Bill headed out.

He walked up to the stomach which almost as if it were waiting for him. He shivered with excitement as he grabbed the handle and opened the stomach. Since the environment was only shut down a moment ago, it was still humid and warm. He had to sort of crawl in with his knees, as it was short. He quickly closed the door behind him once he was in. It was a very small room, which he loved. He rubbed his hand across the stomach wall, feeling the mucus and soft, wavy texture. It was everything he’d hoped for, and it was overwhelming. He quickly started undressing, throwing his clothes against the ground. He pressed himself into the stomach, loving it as it soaked him and accepted his form.

He panted from the heat of it, the thickness of the air! He held his cock tight in one hand as he continued feeling the wall with the other. His arousal was entirely unmanageable and he was constantly dribbling precum. Looking up, he wished that the science guys were making a mouth and throat to go with this. Even so, this belly alone was more than enough for him. He stroked his shaft only slightly and it sent a shockwave of pleasure up his whole body. His ecstatic mind asked for digestion, even. It would feel so good.

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While the janitor was deeply enjoying himself within the fake stomach, two of the scientists returned early from their lunch break. One turned the controls back on as he said, “Look, Erik, I’m just saying that there’s no issue with the churning motion. It’s just the normal movement of the stomach.” His annoyed acquaintance said, “No, Ulrich, it’s not. Those synthetic imitations of the digestive juices are causing it to overreact!” Erik replied, “Okay, okay, look. It’s empty right now, right? I’ll just run a churning cycle and--” “No! You have to run the whole digestion sequence. The fluids are the problem.” He sighed and said, “Fine,” activating the digestion. They looked up at the artificial stomach as chemicals started to be pumped into it.

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Bill had already came, but he still had a decent while left in the stomach if he remembered correctly. Now though, he was worried about his clothes; they were soaking wet and greasy from the stomach. He didn’t regret it at all though. He curled up and leaned into the walls again, closing his eyes. This time he felt a rather viscous fluid, much thinner than he mucus. He opened his eyes, and noticed a pooling green fluid. He thought, Oh no, and crawled over to the door. He tried to open it, but it was firmly locked. It locked during digestion cycles. A safety measure so the fluids couldn’t escape. It’s not like anyone would be in there without anyone else knowing, anyway.

Bill panicked and banged against the door, but no one heard him. He was thoroughly scared, but he was starting to regain his erection already. The stomach acids around his feet were visibly working through his clothes, and he felt like his heart was skipping a beat. He looked back down at his erect member, and felt the same excitement from earlier. The stomach’s gurgles invited him back into his positioning against the walls, massaging himself with all the various fluids and the fleshy surface. The stomach massaged him back in response. The juices were already above his leg level, and he could see them working. His clothes were nearly entirely gone at this point and his legs were starting to peel off in layers. It was all so much for him. He stroked his cock up and down but once, and he ejaculated across the stomach. His cum fizzed into nothing as it landed in the rising green liquid, much to his satisfaction. As he started to pass out for a final time, he thought this was the most enjoyable way he could have gone.

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The two scientists observed as the stomach churned around. Erik would occasionally point out what he believed to be the stomach overextending itself, though Ulrich denied it each time. They both became alarmed when chyme made an appearance in the drainage pipes. They quickly halted the digestion cycle and shut the lab back down, fleeing the scene. They would furiously whisper between each other what in the hell was that, but neither of them would really figure it out. Weeks later, a rumor would be passed around that the strange janitor that had been let go was actually involved in an ‘accident.’ Erik and Ulrich both had an idea about what that accident was, but only acknowledged this in a glance and no words. They later had themselves moved off the project, and the project moved forward without them. After all, it had made at least one person very, very happy.