Greasy Dive
By: MukCub

Bart grunted as he heard the bell ring as the front door was opened, followed by the sound of voices. Looking up at the clock and seeing how late it was he grunted again. Adjusting himself he walked out of the kitchen to the front of the diner. He grinned as he saw his customers, about the normal type he usually sees. Running a greasy dive along a busy road always brought in colorful people but mostly tended to attract the rougher more dingy of them. He looked over as the guys sat down in a couple of booths. These were the type of men Bart loved seeing, full fledged bikers. Walking over to them, the smell of leather, dirt and man sweat hit his nose. As he looked the guys over he immediately picked up on the similar insignia on each of their vests. Looks like it is a biker gang tonight he thought to himself. Bart pulled out a small pad of paper and a pen, “what can I get for you boys tonight?”

The sound of Bart’s voice quelled their talking briefly as they look at the menu. A couple of the guys gawked at their server. Bart couldn’t help but grin. Usually they expect some harlot or old blue hair to come get their order. Bart was far from either of those. With his greasy blue jeans, big hairy belly and chest, covered only by a greasy, dirty and bloody apron, and his slimy looking hair that cascaded off his head and clung to his back, not to mention his scraggly face that always had a five o’clock shadow with longer hairs sticking out here and there. Most people saw him and were immediately intimidated.

One by one the bikers gave Bart their order. As each one gave him the order, Bart looked the guy over. All of them were hairy bastards, but that was about as far as the similarities went. The first guy was pretty big, at least 290lbs and had to be around 6’2”. The second and third guys were thinner and scrappier looking. The fourth guy was definitely big, with a fat gut. He had to be a good 350lbs. The fifth, sixth and seventh guy all looked about the same build. About that of a construction crew, muscular, built but nothing imposing, at least not to Bart. The last guy Bart took the order from was intimidating, even to Bart. The guy at least was 6’9” but unlike scrawny basketball players, this guy was broad, with a belly to match. Bart didn’t even want to guess at the weight of this guy. Getting their orders, Bart went around to the back of the counter and grabbed their drinks and brought them out looking over the guys again as he passed out the drinks.

Bart walked back into the kitchen with the meal orders, rubbing his belly under his apron. “Hope you guys are about done in there or at least make room cause it looks like you are going to have some company,” Bart whispers to his belly as he passes through the door to the kitchen and hears the bikers start back in to their loud conversation.

Back in the kitchen, Bart turns on the stove and grabbing some meat from the walk in freezer, he throws it on. Looking at the orders he took, he laughed and wadded the paper up and swallowed it. With some meat on the grill, Bart walked over to the chair he had back there. Dropping his dirty jeans, he kicked them under the chair and sat down. As soon as he dropped his jeans he immediately could smell his ripe cock and stinking ass. After a few minutes, he got up and flipped the meat over, the kitchen now smelling strong of cooking meat mixed with greasy and his manstink.

Sitting back down, he relaxed again, occasionally glancing up at the clock. Grabbing a plate he threw the finished meat on the plate and put down some more. Soon a half hour had passed and he could tell from the sounds out in the diner that the bikers were getting restless, especially since he hadn’t been out to refresh their drinks either. Bart knew it wouldn’t be to long now.

Just as he figured, one of the bikers came through the swinging door into the kitchen. Bart was kind of shocked but smiled since this was just too good. The huge 7 foot guy had come back to see what was going on. The guy stared at the greasy cook sitting on the chair, with nothing but an apron on. Bart could see the guy’s face heating up as it started to get red. Getting up out of his chair, Bart looked at the guy. “Something wrong fucker? Customers aren’t allowed in the kitchen.”

The biker was taken back by the bold comments from this fat, lowly, disgusting cook. Finally he said, “Fuck right something’s wrong! Your sitting on your fat ass while me and my boys are hungry and thirsty out there!”

As the biker said this he watched Bart stand up and walk over to him. “you still shouldn’t be in the kitchen boy, only two things are allowed in the kitchen. The cook and food, and since I’m the cook, that means you must be food.”

The biker’s face looked puzzled at what Bart said but before he could react, Bart had grabbed him and was pulling his head down to Bart’s level. The biker tried to pull back but the cook was overpowering him. “Let me go you Fucker.”

Bart grinned and opened his mouth and before the biker could stop him, Bart slid his mouth around the biker’s head. The rank smell of rancid breath mixed with rotten meat filled the biker’s nose as Bart closed his mouth round the hairy head and sucked on it, coating the head in his slimy saliva and mucus. The biker flailed as he tried to get his head out of the greasy cook’s mouth. Bart smiled as the biker struggled and with a heavy gulp, he forced the biker’s head into the back of his throat, his mouth stretching to take in the broad shoulders. Bart was savoring the flavors. This guy was ripe and the leather was well worn giving a wonderful mix of his palette. Bart knew he didn’t have much time though, and grabbing the biker, he stretched his mouth round the broad shoulders and worked down the barrel chest. The biker couldn’t believe this was truly happening but the rank odor coming up from the cook’s belly made him realize it truly was.

Bart knew it was time to finish it off and grabbing the biker’s legs he hungrily sucked and gulped. The big black boots slid into his mouth and with a heavy gulp the big biker was shoved all the way into the cook’s amble belly, his apron pushing out but still managing to cover the large bulge. With a loud belch he rubbed his struggling belly. “Man, you were good. Don’t worry, you won’t be down there all by yourself for long.”

Bart sat back down and waited for the rest of the guys to check out what was going on. The sounds of the commotion had died down and he knew it would be long before curiosity and concern would overwhelm them. Bart was right, the bikers barged into the kitchen and were shocked speechless to see the greasy cook sitting there, his huge belly looking even larger and not a sign of the other biker.

“What the fuck did you do with Big Al?”

Bart grinned as them as he stood up again. “I ate him.”

“WHAT!?” The bikers all shouted, their face contorted from the sheer unbelief of the notion.

“I ate him, just like I am going to have to eat you boys now. I told your friend, only two things are in the kitchen, food and the cook and well,”

With that Bart surprised the guys with his speed. He grabbed on of the bikers with one hand and shoved his head into his rank crotch. Before he could back up, he grabbed his foreskin and pulled it around the guy’s head. Bart could feel the guy struggling in his slimy foreskin juicy with precum and old cum and cockcheese. The bikers coming out of shock started to attack, as well as a couple trying to pull their friend’s head out from the cook’s foreskin. Bart continue his onslaught, seemingly catching the bikers off guard as they would try to attack. A guy tried to punch him in the belly and with a slight turn, his fist sunk right into Bart’s bellybutton. However when he went to pull back he couldn’t. He quickly placed his other hand on Bart’s belly to try to get some leverage to get his hand free only to have his hand slide on the greasy skin and follow his other hand, trapped in his bellybutton. Meanwhile, the fat biker tried to kick Bart in the back, but with just a slight movement, his booted foot landed right in between Bart’s rank and slick asscheeks. With a grunt and a flex the biker fell back and landed with a thud as his foot was pulled deeper up Bart’s ass. Reaching over to the guys who were trying to help pull their friend from his nasty uncut cock, Bart brought them up to his face. “You boy’s smell good”

That being said Bart sniffed hard and shoved each ones head up a nostril. Men were flailing and fighting against all kinds of holes in Bart’s body and he was in ecstasy. Grabbing the last two guys he shoved them together and got both of their heads in his slimy mouth.

The bikers were fighting hard and couldn’t believe what was happening. In a matter of seconds each one was trapped in a fight for his life against this fat fuck. Bart loved this, it wasn’t often he got to take seven men at once and he loved the feeling of power. No one had ever escaped him once he had a part of them in him and the same is going to be true of these men. Bart relaxed himself and then with a flex felt the men getting pulled closer to him.

Each biker tried to struggle as they were pulled closer and closer. Bart’s cock was to the chest of its biker. Bart tugged on his foreskin, helping it slide down the biker’s body as he got pulled further up his shaft. Precum oozed around the biker, making it easier for him to slide in. The sticky stinking slime soaked into the guy’s clothes as he struggled. The biker chokes on the foul fluid making it hard for him to concentrate on his escape while Bart continued stretching his foreskin around the biker’s body. The guy fighting against his belly was also losing fast. His tattooed arms had disappeared, pulling his hairy head even with the bellybutton as more of him vanished. A sour, rank smell came from the chef’s belly causing the biker to try and pull even harder to get away but the mixture of greasy and sweat seemed to lube him arms and he kept sliding forward toward the huge belly. Bart loved that feeling. It wasn’t often that he took someone in through his bellybutton but when he did, it was the most amazing feeling. He smiled as he thought of what kind of freak of nature he was, especially since his bellybutton only looked like it had sealed up after the cord was cut, instead it became an alternative way for him to eat if he wanted.

With a loud snort he inhales the two men in his nostrils deeper, their chests starting into the dark passages. Bart’s sticky yet slick snot was covering the guys as the slid in. The guys wriggled fiercely and Bart caught himself as one almost caused him to sneeze. Bart snorted again, pulling them in faster. A sneeze is too dangerous he thought to himself, time to get these fuckers in my gut. His mouth was tight around the other two guys’ heads in his mouth as he continued to sniff and snort, inhaling the two bikers through his nose. He could hear the four men screaming, cursing and calling for help as the two being inhaled started to slide into the throat. All four men struggled as the rank breath of the cook filled their lungs. Moaning as the men struggled, he sat back, much to the fat biker’s dismay as his other foot slid into the slimy crack and now the weight of the cook mixed with gravity had his legs sliding deeper and deeper into the cook’s fat, disgusting ass.

With a few last snorts the boots disappeared up his nose and with a gulp, the two bikers were pulled down into his belly to join their huge friend. Bart moaned as the fighting in his belly picked up again. He was now able to survey the situation better and grinned as he saw all the struggling meat. He flexed again, pulling all the men at once deeper into him.

Bart could enjoy this all evening long, feeling the men struggling hopelessly against him but it was time to get them all inside him. At least they will keep struggling for a little while longer inside me, he grinned as the thought. With that he thrust his cock against the guy sliding up his penis, pulling his waist in as the foreskin stretched down the biker’s legs. The guy struggling in against his belly button was up to his waist also, with his legs he tried to pull back but with every inch he could feel his feet slowly being lifted from the ground. As for the fat biker, Bart was now almost sitting on the ground, the biker’s legs deep up his ass and the biker’s huge belly was starting to be pulled in. He was grabbing for whatever he could and crying out. Bart loved listening to them curse and plead. As for the two guys in his mouth, with his cock having things under control, he started to feed the two men into his mouth, getting their shoulders and chests into his huge stinking mouth. The two guys were so panicked that they were holding each other. Bart was amused since it was actually making it a lot easier to eat them.

Bart grunted as he continued to work the men into him. Each one’s struggle weakening as he got them deeper into him. The biker in his penis only had boots sticking out from the foreskin. His shaft squirmed and wiggled with the biker’s struggle looking like a big bloated red worm. The biker sliding in through his bellybutton was disappeared with a popping sound as the boots were sucked in and the bellybutton closed up again. In his belly now were four men. His fat belly was jiggling as the struggled. Occasionally a face would press up against the skin. As for his ass, the fat biker’s belly was slurped up and his hairy chest and head were the only things free. Foolishly he tried to push against the ass cheeks but his hands slid on the greasy skin and were trapped in the tight sphincter. Bart grunted and flexed his ass again, pulling the chest in. He loved the feeling of his ass so full. With one last grunt he let out a loud fart, muffling the scream of the biker as his head was sucked in. Rubbing his belly as he sucked on the two bikers in his mouth, he concentrated and worked the fat biker through his system until he had 5 bikers in his belly. As he worked the fat biker through, he thrust his cock and sucked the last of the biker in his cock up, the shaft swallowing him in, working him into his scrotum. All that was left were the two bikers who legs were dangling from his mouth.

Bart laid back and rubbed his belly as he slurped the four legs in. With one last gulp he sent the last two bikers into his belly. All eight men trapped inside him. Bart let out a loud belch as he watched his belly move with the struggles. How he loved that feeling! He could also faintly hear them screaming. As the fat biker went through his intestines he brought back his earlier meals with him. Not that the three truckers were going to fuss anymore, but definitely felt good to have his belly so big.

Bart got up and pulled his pants back on, though with his huge ball sack he couldn’t button them closed. Oh well, he thought to himself. He sat down in his chair and relaxed, was pretty much closing time. No one else should be showing up, at least not tonight. Course, could always trip the alarm. With that Bart smiled and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the last of the struggles.

The End