UPDATED WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!!
Jim had never been down this highway before. He was returning from a friend's cottage, where he'd been helping the guy build a new deck. Jim knew he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere (and somehow he'd misplaced his map), but he wasn't too concerned; at least it looked like the road was heading the right way. He thought he'd passed a sign saying there was a place called Silver Rapids or something up ahead. He could ask for directions there.
Now he could see a rest stop up on the left, nothing but a small clearing with a picnic shelter and a toilet, but he decided it might be nice to take a little break. And who knew, he might even get lucky...
As he turned in he could see there was one other vehicle there: a motorcycle, parked under the trees. It looked like a Harley. There was no-one in sight, however.
Interesting, he thought -- it could be a big guy. His stomach began to rumble...
Jim Reese got out of his pickup, stood with a stretch and a yawn, then peeled off his t-shirt. His dark skin glistened with sweat -- it was a hot, humid day.
He looked around. This was really the middle of nowhere... the woods bordering the highway were so still and quiet, and they seemed to go on forever. He couldn't even remember the last house he'd passed. Actually, it was the perfect spot for him to have a "snack" without being interrupted.
He heard a sound. From out of the forest came a bearded, rough-looking biker, zipping up his fly. He was big and heavyset too, as he'd hoped -- maybe 275 pounds or more.
Jim nodded to him, but the man didn't acknowledge him. He farted, got on his bike and rode off. The guy must've known why some men came to these roadside rest areas; he'd just stopped for a piss, and nothing more. Probably why he'd gone behind a tree; he didn't wanna take any chances in the washroom. Maybe just as well, Jim thought as he listened to the bike blatting up the road. He wasn't even sure if he could've taken one quite that big...
It had been a little over 7 months since he'd first discovered his new 'ability'. At last count Jim had swallowed 16 men (not counting the first, Doctor Moffat), a rate of about 1 guy every 2 weeks -- and each one had been more enjoyable than the last.
He'd found, much to his surprise, that he could completely digest an average-sized man in only 2 or 3 days. He seemed to prefer taking them head-first... it was a bit more difficult but somehow it just felt right, and it was more satisfying too. There was also the added bonus that it shut them up faster. But he did like it when they struggled. He recalled one occasion where his victim had actually fainted. (He continued swallowing him anyway, although it hadn't given him nearly as much pleasure as when they were alive and kicking.)
Jim usually liked to take his time, but occasionally he felt so voraciously hungry that he just couldn't stop himself from wolfing them down as quickly as possible. Once when he'd been in a situation where there was a chance of being seen by a passerby, he'd managed to shove a whole guy down his gullet in only 20 seconds or so.
Then only a few weeks ago there'd been the incident with Wayne, one of his buddies from work...
They'd both been drinking, and Jim had unintentionally told the man about his unusual ability. Of course Wayne hadn't believed him... so Jim decided, what the hell, and he bet him 100 bucks he could swallow him. So far, the heaviest guy he'd gulped down had been somewhere around 240 pounds; it hadn't been easy, but he'd managed. But Wayne was considerably larger, easily 300 -- nearly as big as Jim himself. He tried, but it turned out to be too much for him -- he couldn't quite stretch his mouth and throat wide enough to fit Wayne's big, round gut inside, so he had to let him back out.
Wayne paid him the $100 anyway, since he'd been totally blown away at how far Jim had taken him in. (And now Jim noticed that the man always seemed a bit nervous around him.) Fortunately, his friend never mentioned it again... to him or, as far as he could tell, anyone else.
He knew he should start being a little more careful in the future...
Jim's stomach growled again and he sighed. He wished that he really could take a 300 pound man, that would be such an amazing feeling -- in fact, when he thought about it, he was fairly sure that one day he'd be able to. The size of the men he'd been swallowing had been steadily going up. Who knew what he might be capable of, say, a year from now?
Sometimes he wondered if there were other men who'd discovered they had the same ability. He'd like to meet them...
A car was pulling into the rest stop. Jim was sitting at one of the picnic tables, almost dozing off. It was the first vehicle he'd seen in over 15 minutes.
The driver looked like he was a bit older than himself, maybe mid-forties -- he didn't seem to be very big, though... Well, at least he was alone. Jim had been hoping for a meaty trucker or something, but he was damn hungry, and he decided that he'd make his move on this one no matter what.
He got up and began slowly walking towards the vicinity of men's restroom, watching out of the corner of his eye as the guy got out of his car. He was disap- pointed to see that he was even smaller than he'd first thought: No more than 5'5", and lean (certainly less than half Jim's weight). Oh well, better than nothing...
He could tell the guy was staring in his direction, so he turned to face him. Jim had a feeling he'd come here looking to suck someone off... he seemed like the type. Without trying to make it look too obvious, Jim rubbed at his crotch a bit. He'd seen this signal used before, to let another guy know you were interested in some action -- it had helped him to lure in a meal or two in the past.
"Hey there," Jim said as the guy approached him. He felt the excess saliva that was building up in his mouth, felt his stomach churning with anticipation. He sure hoped this one would be enough to satisfy his appetite...
The man smiled and nodded at him, saying, "Beautiful day." He had a coarse moustache, a few days' growth of stubble, and hair that was starting to gray. He looked somewhat tired. Actually not a bad-looking dude, though.
"A little too muggy for me."
"Yeah. It's a hot one, alright..."
Now he was only a couple of feet away. Jim towered over him. The man briefly eyed Jim's bulky body up and down, and Jim tried to suppress a smile -- this was almost going to be too easy. (He was somewhat impressed, though; the little fella didn't really seem intimidated by his size at all, as most people were when they first met him.)
The guy kicked at the dirt. Jim could tell he was trying to think of a way to get directly to the point. Feeling bold, Jim asked, "So what're you into?"
"Well...." he was slightly embarrassed.
Jim chuckled. "Hey, don't be shy."
The man considered for a moment, then looked him in the eye. "Would you, uh, be interested in a threesome?"
"A threesome? Hmm, I dunno... You mean three guys?"
"Ya got a friend around here?"
Jim stroked his thick, black goatee thoughtfully. He hadn't expected this. A two- for-one deal? He'd never even considered it before. Even if the guy's buddy were as small as him, he doubted he could swallow both of them at once -- although the idea of it definitely excited him. It would probably be better to just take the man now. But maybe he could incapacitate the other guy, keep him alive somehow, and take care of him tomorrow; He knew he was certainly strong enough to take on two at once in a fight. He'd never eaten two men only a day apart, though. Could he do it?
He decided he was ready to try. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. Damn, he thought to himself, I'm a greedy bastard...
Jim followed the man a short distance up the highway to a level railway crossing. There was a gravel service road that ran alongside the tracks, and they pulled into it. He couldn't see any other vehicles around here though... it seemed a little odd.
"So where's your pal?" Jim asked after they'd both gotten out.
"He's here." The guy pointed towards the dense trees. "He's just down the trail there -- I guess he didn't wanna wait out in the open."
"Oh, I dropped him off here a few minutes ago. He was too shy to come with me... you know."
"Okay. Well, hope he didn't start without us."
The smaller man laughed, but Jim thought that he seemed a bit nervous now. He supposed under the circumstances, that was normal -- still, he felt slightly suspicious about the whole arrangement. And there was something kinda weird about the guy's attitude. He'd watch his back.
They went into the woods...
Once again, Jim pondered the possibility of taking two men at once, in a single meal. This little guy must weigh no more than 130 pounds. Doubled, that was really not all that much more than the biggest man he'd ever taken. Fuck... two at once!
Maybe it was possible -- he sure felt hungry enough. But he guessed he'd have to wait and see what size his friend was. (He just hoped he could remember to ask one of them for directions before swallowing them.)
The trail was descending, and he could hear the sound of running water ahead. They were entering a deep ravine, dark and heavily forested. There didn't seem to be anyone else down here.
Slapping a mosquito away from his bare chest, Jim asked, "Hey man, you sure your buddy is still here?"
"Yeah, uh... he must've gone to the tunnel."
"Well it's just a big culvert, actually. It's down this way."
As they followed the edge of the stream, the land dropped even lower. Jim heard a truck roar by, not too far off (and somewhere overhead), and he realized that they were looping around back towards the highway.
The road embankment was like a wall in front of them, and where the little creek cut through it there was a huge, square, concrete culvert almost like a subway tunnel, curving away into darkness. Near the entrance, just beside the stream, there was a bit of a clearing; he could see a couple of large logs arranged around the remains of a campfire, a few broken beer bottles... He looked up: It was a good 30 feet up to the highway.
"So," Jim said, "where is he?" He was starting to get impatient. And he was starving too -- he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. His stomach felt like it was twisting into knots.
The guy didn't respond. He seemed to be listening for something...
"Hey, I'm talkin' to you."
"Uh, he should be here..."
"Sorry. It won't be long." There was almost a note of sadness in his tone.
Jim's belly let out a loud gurgle, and he wiped his lips -- it was time to get down to business. He'd worry about the other dude later. Jim took a step closer to him, looming over him. "Doesn't matter, we don't need him. Let's get started." Jim began to unbuckle his belt.
"Come on, I ain't got all day. Take yer clothes off." He stared intently into the man's deep-set eyes. He could see the uncertainty in his face, mixed with expectation, and... something else? It was a strange expression. As if he was looking right through him, like he didn't even exist.
For a brief moment Jim felt some uneasiness, though he didn't understand why it should bother him.
But then the little guy began to undress, and he immediately forgot about it -- now, all he could think about was his hunger.
Soon the man was standing before him fully nude; he was starting to get an erection.
Jim moved even closer. His gut was rumbling almost continuously. He could feel the muscles of his esophagus flexing and contracting automatically, anxious for the meal. Somehow he could tell this one was gonna go down so fast, he'd barely have a chance to taste him... but he knew he'd still enjoy it.
He muttered, "Yeahhh..." It was hard to speak with the amount of spit his mouth was producing. Actually, Jim had found that usually his own saliva was all the lubricant he needed to get someone down his throat (although for the first few that he'd swallowed, he'd needed to grease them up somehow.)
He put his big hands on the guy's shoulders, gripping tightly. Looking down at him, he grinned broadly, shook his head slowly and said, "You'll barely hold me 'til suppertime."
The smaller man's expression changed to one of surprise. "What...?"
He stiffened up and tried to back away, but Jim's powerful arms pulled him in, pressing their bodies close together. Jim tilted his face down towards the guy's head, yawned his mouth very wide, and closed his eyes. Quickly, before the man could realize what was happening, he grabbed him by the upper arms and actually lifted him up off the ground -- with a snort, he lunged his gaping, hungry mouth downwards and forced it over the top of his head, engulfing half of it.
Immediately the man began to thrash around violently, and he uttered a strangled syllable that went something like, "Yark!"
Jim lifted him higher and easily pushed the entire head into his mouth. He could hear the poor guy trying to shout for help; it sounded like he'd called out a name, but it was too muffled to make out. He was fairly strong for a man his size and was putting up a pretty good fight... but of course, still no match for him.
Grasping him more firmly, he heaved the small man's body high up into the air, inverting him, while at the same time tilting his head far back. Now as gravity began to push the guy down, Jim strained to stretch his mouth open as wide as he could to encompass the shoulders and chest. He swallowed hugely at the struggling form, slurping and groaning, his jaw working frantically. His hunger was almost out of control -- he was gobbling the guy up faster than he would have believed possible. Already he'd taken him in up to the waist...
Barely aware of what he was doing, Jim reached up and grabbed onto his legs, then shoved with all his strength, physically forcing the man into him, faster than gravity or peristalsis alone could've pulled him in. His mass slid rapidly down through his distended throat and chest, filling his belly and bloating it out to an enormous size in only a few seconds.
A few more gulps, and Jim was already closing his mouth around the tips of the guy's wriggling toes. He was all the way in. With one last, massive swallow, Jim forced him completely down into his stomach.
"Aaaaaaaahhh, yeah..." he breathed. He staggered over to one of the logs and sat down heavily...
Damn, that had to be a new speed record for him. Jim was always kind of impres- sed every time he ate a whole person, it was something he could never quite get used to -- but he'd really amazed himself this time! The urge to just get the food inside as quickly as possible had completely taken him over. His free will had vanished; his hunger had forced him to act purely on instinct. It was as if he was an unstoppable eating machine.
What a pig, he thought... and smiled.
Jim looked down at himself; he could clearly see the guy moving around inside his swollen gut, feel his hands searching for a way out, hear his faint, unintelligible cries...
He rubbed his belly, grunting with sated pleasure. He could feel the man exhaling, and stretched his mouth wide to expel the build-up of gas: "Aaa-UUUUuuuorrf...!"
The belch smelled and tasted like the steak and eggs he'd had for lunch. Jim smacked his lips; Christ, he was actually still kinda hungry!
He realized he could smell something else too, a faint, musky odour. In a way it was almost like, well... B.O.
Strange. The guy he'd swallowed hadn't seemed unclean. He wondered where it was coming from. Maybe there was some kind of large animal in the area? He heard another car drive by overhead. Jim looked at the big culvert -- it was kinda creepy for some reason. Now that he'd fed, he wanted to just get out of there. He didn't really care anymore if the other guy showed up or not...
Jim stood, attempting to hoist his open jeans up a little higher. He felt tired; usually after a meal he liked to have a nap. "Seventeen and counting..." he said, patting his gut, and he turned to leave. The struggles inside his stomach were already beginning to lessen...
Suddenly, he had the distinct feeling of being watched. Jim stopped in his tracks. He could sense a presence nearby... he tried to shrug it off, but the feeling wouldn't go away. Somehow he knew it that whatever it was, it was big. Very big.
In fact, now he realized that he could hear something as well: a low, regular, whooshing sound, barely audible above the gurgling of the water. It sounded like breathing. And it seemed to be coming from the tunnel...
Thumping, splashing footsteps were approaching. "What the hell...?" he whispered to himself.
Jim could see it now, coming out from the darkness, looking directly at him. It was hunched over, but as it emerged from the culvert it rose up to its full height.
He stared at the thing, more fascinated than afraid, really...
It was a Giant. An absolutely enormous man -- he had to be close to 15 feet tall!
Not quite believing what his eyes were telling him, Jim felt the urge to rub them, and almost laughed at himself. He was stunned... his mind was spinning, trying to make sense of this sight.
The creature was completely naked. He had a heavy, powerful-looking build, legs literally as big as tree trunks. The guy's shoulders seemed nearly as wide as Jim was tall, and his massive chest was covered with thick, dark hair. The large face that looked down at him was full-bearded and rugged, with heavy features -- curiously, the expression on that face was one of awe (possibly mixed with some amusement).
The enormous man stepped up out of the sandy creekbed and slowly approached him, his monstrous cock swinging from side to side. Still, Jim was not actually scared yet, but he instinctively took a step backwards. He felt giddy and confused; he knew that what he was looking at couldn't actually be real... and yet, there he was.
The giant spoke, in a deep, grumbling voice: "Goddamn... ain't that somethin'."
Jim craned his neck as the towering figure got closer to him. The guy was fucking huge! He actually had to bend some of the upper tree branches out of the way to allow him to move. Jim opened his mouth, but no words came to him. Was this thing even human?
The gigantic man was staring down at Jim's round, distended gut. "And I thought I was the only one," he said, stroking his bushy, reddish-brown beard thoughtfully.
"Wh-- what?" Jim stammered.
"You swallowed the dude whole." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Poor Charlie."
With a grunt, he got down onto one knee before him and leaned forward, so that their faces were closer. Jim found that he'd backed himself up against a tree. He got a whiff of the strong, sweaty man-smell emanating from the huge brute, and could see that his thick beard had a dead leaf caught in it. The big, blue eyes examined him intently.
What the hell are you? he wanted to ask...
The giant prodded him in the gut with a thick finger and grinned. "What's yer name?" He asked.
"Jim. Fuckin' awesome, buddy. I'm Pete."
"Hello," was all Jim could think of to say. He was dimly aware that the guy who was apparently named Charlie had finally stopped moving around inside him.
The huge man eyed his full belly again with interest. "Hmmm.... yeah. I like a fella with a hearty appetite. How the hell didja do it?"
"I, um-- I dunno, really. It's just something I found out I could do." Even though Pete was down on his knee, he still loomed over him... and Jim felt his wonder gradually being replaced by nervousness. "Was Charlie... your friend?"
"Aw, don't worry about it. I was planning on eatin' the guy anyway!"
"You mean, you do it too?"
The giant man laughed. "Yeah, how the hell do ya think I got so big?" His stomach growled loudly.
His mind was reeling... Suddenly, he noticed the way Pete was looking at him, and he didn't like it one bit. His nervousness began turning to anxiety... no, actually it was fear.
Pete leaned down even closer. There was a sinister twinkle in his eye. "Ya know, Jim, I think this might be my lucky day. I never had dark meat stuffed with white meat before. Sounds real tasty." He gave him a frightening, toothy smile.
For a moment Jim was frozen, too terrified to move. Was he actually considering...?
Then he saw the giant's mouth beginning to open, stretching wider and wider, becoming cavernous, drool hanging off the lower lip... Jim could see deep into the man's gullet; the glistening, pink walls of the throat were undulating, expanding. A rank, meaty smell blew down into his face, and the huge hands slowly reached out for him...
Something finally snapped -- Jim tried to run, and almost immediately stumbled due to the extra weight in his gut. He fell heavily onto his bloated stomach and a loud grunt was forced out of him.
He could hear Pete's rough laugh behind him. As he scrambled away, he felt his feet being grabbed, and his legs jerked up violently as he was pulled backwards. He yelped as his boots were ripped right off his feet, taking one of his socks with them. Powerful hands grasped Jim by the thighs and turned him over, face up. Jim tried to get a grip on a small sapling, but it snapped as he was dragged towards the giant...
"Shit--" he blurted, trying to see over the mound of his own belly. He felt total panic starting to cloud his mind.
Pete was kneeling over him, grinning hungrily. "Hey, don't worry. I do it the same way as you: One big gulp. It won't hurt a bit." He peeled off Jim's pants in one quick, fluid motion. Then he tore away his boxers, and plucked the remaining sock.
"Oh fuck... no... I don't wanna be eaten! Please!!" Jim blubbered. He couldn't believe this was happening. He tried to kick himself free but Pete held him around the ankles, painfully tight. He knew he couldn't put up a good fight anyway; his energy always felt sapped right after eating someone. It suddenly dawned on him that Charlie must've lured him here for the giant -- to feed him.
Yet he realized that he felt sorry for him, because now he began to understand the horror that each one of his own victims must've felt.
Pete settled his knees wider and lowered his upper body, bringing his face closer to the ground.
He lifted Jim's legs higher. "Man, yer gonna be a mouthful. Hope I can get that fat gut inside!" A huge, gassy blast of warm air suddenly belched up from the depths of the enormous man's stomach, spraying Jim's feet with droplets of spit.
"Uhh, yeah. I haven't had a guy all week. And now two for the price of one... fuck, this is gonna be good."
Jim thrashed about with all his strength, but the grip on his ankles was unbreakable. This was unreal! A giant was actually gonna eat him alive! He was being lifted even higher, his ass now starting to leave the ground...
Somehow, despite the fear, he actually found himself wondering how many men this monster had devoured in his time. Probably it was a hell of a lot more than seventeen...
Coming to the conclusion that struggling to get away would be useless, he tried to calm himself -- maybe, somehow, he could reason with the guy instead...
"Wait!" Jim said, thinking fast, "I can help you! Now that your buddy's gone, don't you need someone to... to bring ya food?"
Pete paused, his mouth half-open near Jim's toes.
"I could bring like 3 or 4 guys at a time," he went on quickly, desperately. "One for me, the rest for you. Please, what do you say? It... it could be fun."
The giant seemed to consider this for a brief moment. But then: "Sorry, pal. It's a real tempting offer, but yer just too nice a treat to pass up. Guess I'll hafta manage on my own."
"Hey, I know what's fun! We'll have us a race."
"Let's see if you can digest Charlie before I digest you!" He winked.
Pete laughed again, a deep, booming sound that echoed throught the forest. Jim began struggling frantically again, knowing it was pointless, but blind panic had taken over again...
The giant licked his lips. "No fair, though -- you had a head start. I better get movin', I got some catching up to do. Seeya!" His mouth began to gape open again, and he guided Jim's feet towards it.
Jim began yelling, just garbled, wordless cries. But he knew there was no-one around for miles. No-one to help him. No escape...
Pete adjusted his hold on Jim: He clamped one large hand around both his calves, and the other under his thighs, pinching them together. He let out another massive burp, and then abruptly shoved Jim's legs down his throat to the knees. With a groaning gulp, he took him in even further, almost up to the crotch.
Jim felt himself sliding deep into the hot, slippery throat, felt the powerful esophageal muscles squeezing in waves that travelled down the length of his legs, sucking him in...
And for a moment he fell silent, and stopped his struggling; he was strangely transfixed by what was happening to him. So this is what his victims had experienced... (well, at least the ones he'd taken feet-first.)
Pete's face was partly obscured by the mass of Jim's round gut, but he could see the man's eyes bulging with the effort of trying to swallow him. In the back of his terrified mind, he remembered that he'd been thinking of videotaping one of his own swallowings at some point. He'd been curious to see how it looked, to see what the expression on his face must've been like when he did it...
Now the giant placed his hands under Jim's shoulder blades and, with a grunt, lifted him off the ground. He was attempting to open his jaws even wider, in order to fit Jim's abdomen inside.
No, he can't do it, Jim thought... my belly's too big! He felt a brief glimmer of hope. Maybe the guy would just have to let him back out again...?
But then he felt himself sliding in again, and he watched in disbelief as Pete's lips stretched to an incredible size and began to encompass his gut. Somehow, he WAS doing it!
"Fuck," Jim said under his breath.
Pete's eyes were nearly crossing from the strain, and his face was turning red. His mouth made thick slurping sounds as it worked furiously to engulf this huge stomach that had an entire man inside it. Jim was astounded -- how could a mouth open so impossibly wide??
He could feel the man's large teeth pressing firmly, almost painfully, on his belly and back, then releasing again, then closing, as his jaw worked to eat him up. The giant's hands had gotten a firm grip around Jim's shoulders as he tried to push him inside, while at the same time the throat gulped massively, causing considerable pressure to build on Jim's torso. He was starting to find it difficult to breathe...
He began to squirm again; he tried to grab hold of a nearby tree trunk, but his fingertips only scraped against the bark. Jim opened his mouth to try to shout -- instead, a loud belch was forced out of his compressed gut.
His belly was now almost all the way inside, and Pete's lips began to slowly contract as they got down closer to Jim's chest.
"Uhhhh... God," Jim gasped. He could see the man's eyes fixed on him, the face intimately close. Jim summoned what strength he had left and clobbered the giant over the head.
Pete flinched; he grabbed Jim's arms and folded them up, crossing them over his chest, pushed up uncomfortably tight just under his chin. Then, holding them in place, he suddenly stiffened... and the two of them began rising -- he quickly straightened all the way up so that he was squatting back on his haunches.
Jim saw a large branch get snapped right off a tree as the back of Pete's neck collided with it. Now that he was vertical, Jim felt his own weight immediately start to pull him down. He knew it was nearly over now. And there was nothing he could do about it...
The mouth gaped wide again and Jim dropped suddenly, his chest and arms slipping inside. The giant pushed with one finger on the top of Jim's head, but it was hardly necessary. He quickly slid all the way in, and saw daylight get cut off as Pete closed his mouth behind him. Then the smooth gullet walls all around him pressed in with a mighty swallow, and he felt himself being propelled downwards.
His thoughts were spinning... He was still finding it hard to accept that this was really happening to him. I'm going to wake up any second now, he thought desperately.
He was entering the giant's stomach, peristalsis forcing him into a crouching position (though having Charlie's mass in his belly made this somewhat difficult). Jim could tell the giant was starting to stand up. He continued to settle inside the huge man's belly, getting compressed into a ball, his legs folded with knees splayed widely around his own bloated gut like the Buddha. The sphincter to the stomach was closing; he could feel the puckered edges sliding across the back of his shaved head, scraping the stubble, pushing him the last few inches in...
He'd been completely swallowed. Jim tried to fight down another wave of panic.
He decided he would try to resist struggling as long as he could. He knew how pleasing a sensation it was to have that feeling in his own gut, and he certainly didn't want to give any of that to Pete. The bastard! He was growing dizzy. How much longer could he hold his breath? As if it mattered.
Somehow, Jim was no longer afraid. In fact, he started to see the whole situation in a new light...
He realized with a strange calmness that, in a way, this actually seemed like an appropriate fate for him -- and he resigned himself to it. A phrase suddenly came to his mind, and he almost felt like laughing: Survival of the Fittest. Jim had thought himself unstoppable, swallowing one man after another, each bigger than the last, not knowing where or how it would end, if ever.
But now the predator had become the prey.
He didn't know where this giant had come from. Could there be more? Was there an even bigger one out there somewhere waiting for Pete? He doubted it.
Somehow, he knew: This guy was the ultimate eating machine that he'd believed himself to be. He was the top of the food chain.
Jim thought he could feel hands gently rubbing the belly that contained him. I'm gonna just get this over with, he decided, and exhaled all the air from his lungs. Above him, he felt the huge man release a long, roaring belch, and the slimy walls of the stomach closed in around him.
He only hoped that he would pass out before the digestive juices started to flow... Jim found himself wondering if 460 pounds of meat would be enough to satisfy Pete. Actually, he was kinda fascinated by what the guy had done. Swallowed a man within a man -- fucking incredible! He thought, how can I not respect that?
Jim smiled. He knew that if he could've done it himself, given the ability and the opportunity, he would have.
And so he couldn't really hate the man for it... Could he?
Jim struggled and finally freed his arm which had been pinned to his side by the slick walls. In the little space that he had, he rubbed his gurgling belly. Savoring his last few moments with his own meal. Suddenly his felt the giant stop walking. He heard the predator talking but He couldn't make out any words.
Underneath him, he felt the giants knees press on his back side as if the giant was in a kneeling position. As quickly as this had happened, his felt his heart in his throat as the giant stood up quickly. He felt little kicks and thud on the outside of his prison and then the unmistakable sound of gulping and swallowing.
He knew what exactly what was happening . He looked up and raised his hand to the locked sphincter. He ran his fingers over it as a pair of hands suddenly popped out.
Now's my chance for a last meal he thought and cupped his lips over the expanding hole. He sensed fingernails , then tasted hands, then felt forearms being pushed down his throat. As the giant forced his meal into his stomach,it was really pushing him down Jim's throat.
Jim gagged as this final meal was coming down faster than anticipated. Jim relaxed a little as he really didn't have to do any work.
It was at this time a sudden jerk downward kicked Jim off his feeding tube and the meals head popped out into to the giants stomach. He raised his head to clash eye to eye with Jim, whom he was apparently diving into.
There was a momentary sound of silence excluding the gross noises above and the man being swallowed yelled in horror as he realized he was to be eaten twice. Jim smiled and clamped his mouth over the shaking head and snaked his way back up to the sphincter. He adjusted his position and closed his eyes allowing his food to be propelled down his own throat and into his belly.
Jim couldn't tell what body part he was swallowing now. It seemed this guy was very skinny and as more and more of him was pushed into Jim, he felt this meal was particularly tall. Inside Jim's big belly, he felt hands enter and start flailing around. They must have been burned by the gallons and gallons of hot acidic soup that was once Charlie.
The skinny man yelled from inside Jim's throat. Jim was in absolute euphoria, almost forgetting he was inside someone else. He heard the guy inside of him yell, and then a bubbling sound came from within his stomach as he was dunked head first into the acid.
Jim was so fucking ready for his second course.He was so hungry and ready to have this guy in his belly already. It dawned on him that Pete was slowing down. It seemed the giant took his time swallowing people,enjoying the huge bulge in his throat slowly sinking down.
Jim had enough. He was ready for squirms and shouts within himself. With all his might. He slurped the guy down his throat as fast as he possibly could, faster than he had ever did with any of his meals. The giant sensed this and chuckled around a pair of long skinny legs that never once stopped kicking. Pete just stopped swallowing and let this guy get pulled inside.
The giant leaned against a tree and gently placed his hand on his stomach, feeling Jim's belly inside start to expand .
Jim kept slurping and swallowing and gulping. His belly ,slowly at first but very suddenly started getting bigger, and bigger and bigger till it reached it's strech capacity. His belly pushed against the giants stomach walls and would go no further. Jim started to get concerned. He still had thighs and calves to swallow to get this guy inside,but there simply was no more room in his stomach,nor the giants stomach for his belly to expand.
Jim started choking and gagging. With his free hand he pushed and punched in a panic against the slimy walls, trying to strech out a little space.
Suddenly he felt a wave of cool fresh air pass over his face. Pete had swallowed gulp fulls of air around the twitching legs that was half way down his throat. He probably had figured out the dilemma when the skinny legs stopped moving down his throat.
Inside the giants stomach, the tight walls grew about a foot in all directions.
Jim,with his new found space and peace,reached down and maneuvered the tall guy inside his own stomach. He folded him up a little so he would curl up easier inside. Jim sturdied his bloated midsection and continued to eat.
Jim had reached a rhythmic pattern of using his lips and great throat suction to pull down a little bit of the guy from the above sphincter and then push himself up on the poor soul, althewhile taking a massive gross gulp. He was a great machine with conveyor belt like timing. Pull,gulp,pull,gulp pull,gulp.
Then, without warning, the giant swallowed the rest of the tall man all the way down his throat. He was pushed so deep and fast down Jim's throat that it made his eyes bug out of his head. Jim felt his stomach being pushed to its absolute limits. He had never eaten so much before nor had this much in his his belly all at once. It was more painful than satisfying.
Jim fell backwards with his lips wrapped around a pair of tennis shoes. In his old habits he reached up and pulled them off. He grabbed hold of the feet and pushed with all his might .
"Oh lord, I'm about to burst," he thought . He wanted so desperately to rub his tight, swollen stomach. But he had to keep going. He had to keep gulping, or else he would choke.
The heels entered his mouth, scraping his teeth and plunged downward his throat. The pressure getting stronger and stronger until POP! Into his stomach chamber. which now had strech marks he could feel with his fingers.
Jim ran his hands over his enormous belly.the guy inside was moving around ,trying to get into a more comfortable position. Jim was beyond impressed with himself. He lay in the dark completely in awe at what he had just done. He had not only reached his limits, he had surpassed them.
The tall folded up man inside him was trying to say something, then started panicking and yelling from beneath the tight skin. With all this shouting, Jim felt a huge bubble of gas coming up his throat. It exploded out of him.
"Ahh fuck" he said "I can't fucking believe it" braauuuuurrp.
Jim thought back to the beginning of his predatory career. The discovery of his swallowing and stomach capacity with the doctor and the time he'd promised to hide a runawaykid inside his belly and the decision to digest him instead of letting him out, had given jim the most curious perdicament. He had never been so satisfied, so full, felt so powerful, and nothing had ever tasted so utterly delicious after the moment that jim had swallowed and digested another human being.
After digesting the runaway, Jim went on a walk and started to feel that familiar hunger. He looked up and saw a fork in the road was walking on, he could stop doing this or he could indulge in this radical power he possesses. After that, people started to dissappear. Jim now had completely given in to the dark side. He'd abandoned all shreds of humanity within his soul.He felt himself an evil monster hiding in shadows in skecthy alleyways downtown. just waiting, hands on his belly, trying to keep it quiet.
It didn't occur to him just how bad it had really gotten until he saw a bulletin on the evening news about staying safe and tips and leads that went nowhere and every damn possible bit of information and interview out there about a serial killer on the loose. At that point, Jim didn't really feel human anymore. As he looked in the mirror, he didn't look too human anymore. The more people he swallowed and digested, the more effect it was starting to have on his body. His skin was changing weird colors. His eyes had turned yellow, as well as huge bags under teribly sunken eyes. His always growing midsection was always bloated and noisy and gurgling. His testosterone was off the charts. He really did look like a monster. But this is what he liked doing and that all that mattered to jim.
Jim smiled and rubbed the head bulge in his belly. As he did, the unhappy occupant inside showed thier disapproval by punching the inside as hard as they possibly could. On the outside all this resulted in was a fist sized bulge stretching the skin for about a half a second and then vanishing. Jim reached his hand out and rubbed the slick walls as they started creeping back in on him again. He felt the temperature of the stomach starting to rise.
Jim prepared himself for the agonizing end, but to his surprise, he felt rather calm. Maybe it was the 2 people he had just eaten, or maybe he felt contempt being safe inside of someone else. He didn't know. He layed his head on the stomach walls, closed his eyes and rubbed his giant belly as it started to gurgle and churn with it's live meal still inside. He felt at peace.
