Bill's Memories
By: MukCub

A loud rumble was heard through the room as Bill’s bowels moved reminding him that he should really hit the shitter soon. Bill shifted his weight in his chair as he grabbed another beer, chugged it down and then smashed it against his big beer gut. He grinned. Well not just beer gut he thought to himself as his body groaned again. This time Bill let out a loud fart that resounded in the room. Whoa that was rank, he thought to himself, hard to believe something that smelled so good smelled so nasty by the time he was done with it. He could feel inside that his body was ready to release the waste and remains of his last meal, but he wasn’t quite ready to let what was left back out of him and let it return to the world. He loved having complete control over his food, from the moment when he decides that it is going to be food, feeling it slide down his throat, the struggling inside his belly, the churning as the food is absorbed and finally that wonderful pressure when it was time to get rid of what is left. He was always surprised also, for the amount of food he is eating, the shit really isn’t anymore than when he eats at an all you can eat restaurant. Bill grins, then again I can pack a lot away at an all you can eat restaurant also. With the rip of another fart, Bill decided it was time to release his meal. Going outside, he walked toward a small shed type building with the shape of a crescent moon carved in the door. Opening the door, the stink hit his nose. Bill grinned at the strong stench. He was not much of a modern convenience type guy. Bill loved his outhouse for a number of reasons: first it was good for the environment, as far as he was concerned; second, he could always take a strong whiff of the past meals which always made him hard and real hungry; and finally it saved him from having to actually add a bathroom to his house.

Bill sat down on the white rim and with a loud fart the shit emptied from his body. Bill let out a groan of relief as his bowels emptied themselves. He grinned as the new smell hit his nose. He thought of the meal that had created it last evening. It was a great evening and Bill couldn’t believe his luck. He had met up with a guy just a little smaller than him but was hard and sinewy. They had a few beers together and Bill found out that the guy had a unique hobby of wrestling alligators. The two of them went back to the guy’s place where he had a number of caged alligators. Bill watched with great pleasure as the guy opened the cage of one of the reptiles and let it come out. It was a nice sized one also, probably about 5-6 feet long. Bill watched as the guy circle the beast and then went in and started grappling with it. Bill’s mouth watered as he watched the sweat dripping off of the guy. The alligator was giving him a good fight but his guy was experienced and soon had his body expertly holding the alligator trapped. The guy looked over to Bill and grinned and saw Bill standing at the tail of the creature. Bill grabbed hold of both the alligator’s tail and the guy’s booted feet and the guy’s eyes opened wide as he watched Bill’s mouth open. Bill started with the alligator’s tail and gulped up to the guy’s boots and stretching his mouth he engulfed them as well. Bill grinned as the guy panicked and cried out for him to stop. Bill knew the guy was completely trapped by his own devices. If he let go the alligator would surely rend him, but Bill was swallowing down his legs as well as the gator’s legs. Bill just kept working his way up the two. He could feel both the guy’s and the beasts struggles as they slid deeper down his throat. Bill reached up and placed his hands on the back of the guy and the alligator as he continued to work his way up. The guy’s ass and waist disappeared into his mouth as well as more of the gator. The guy was screaming with panic but frozen as he held the fighting reptile. Tears were streaming down his face. Bill grinned as he gulped more of the two in. He loved dominating men. All men were nothing more than an ass to fuck and/or a meal for his belly. Finally the guy deciding for one last desperate move let loose of his grip on the alligator. Unfortunately for both, it was too little to late. Bill grabbed up, holding the gator’s snout and holding the guy’s hairy head. With a Herculean push and a heavy gulp he pulled the rest of his dinner into his mouth. Closing his teeth and lips he reveled in the struggling all through out his body. They were all his now. With that thought he swallowed hard and sent both the reptile and the wrestler down into his belly. Turning over he rubbed his huge belly as the struggle continued inside him. Luckily for the wrestler, there wasn’t much room for the gator to move and get back at him for trapping it in this position. Bill didn’t care, they were his now anyways. Nothing ever escaped once it started passing his lips. Getting up, he decided that the other three gators shouldn’t be left caged up all by themselves. One by one he opened that cages up and immediately started swallowing them down. Two were smaller ones and went down easily, but the last one could have been a meal in of itself, almost 10 feet long. Bill had fucking gorged himself. Dragging his heavy belly filled with struggling food along the ground, he managed to get into his truck and drove home.

Damn that had been an excellent meal he thought as he stood up and pulled up his pants. His hand went up and touched a tattooed symbol on his chest and smiled to himself. All thanks to a simple tattoo and the right beliefs is where is power comes from. Bill walked out of the outhouse as his mind wandered back to when he first got the tattoo and his human meal. Bill was always more interested in the occult than religion. His good buddy Ray introduced him to a number of ideas and beliefs. Ray also did a number of the tattoos that decorate Bill’s frame. He remembered the day, Bill was looking for the right symbol to have tattooed on his chest. He was thumbing through one of Ray’s books when he came across it. The symbol was for a demon call Balathor the bottomless. Taking a sketching of the symbol he came out to the front of the parlor where Ray was finishing up with his last public client for the night. As the guy left, Bill showed Ray the symbol. Ray grinned. “I’ve seen this before but can’t remember where.”

Bill just smiled and easing back in the chair, let Ray get to work. The process has taken a few hours and Ray used some of his special inks that he reserves just for friends/believers like his buddy Bill. Soon the tattoo was finished. Getting up from his seat, Bill felt his belly rumble. He felt so hungry and realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. Ray heard the loud rumble and grinned as he showed Bill the new tattoo in the mirror. Ray never knew what happened as Bill grabbed his greasy head and shoved it into his mouth. Bill watched himself in the mirror as he worked his buddy into his mouth and down his throat. Bill’s cock got hard as a rock as he saw the outline of Ray’s face in his skin as it went past his throat and disappeared behind his chest. Bill couldn’t believe how ravenous he was and in a matter of minutes he was standing alone in the tattoo parlor. His belly was bulged out like a huge ball and was moving as he felt Ray struggling inside. He could hear Ray crying out for help and begging to be freed. Bill sat back down in the chair and rubbed his gut, loving the feeling of Ray’s struggles. “You should have checked a little further Ray, nothing like having a permanent power symbol of a ravenous hungry demon on your chest and fuck this worked even better than expected” Bill stated to the empty room and the struggling figure inside his belly.

Bill went over to his truck, his belly rumbling again. A smile was on his lips at the memory of his buddy Ray. He ended up in the same place as alligator boy, Bill thought to himself. His stomach rumbled again and he absently patted it. I know, time to find some breakfast. Should be something good at the truck stop, and if not hell they have an all you can eat breakfast buffet.

The End