Kyle's Story: A New Beginning
By: MukCub

Kyle woke up with a horrible kink in his back. Sighing to himself, suppose that is what happens when you fall asleep in a restroom stall sitting on the toilet. He looked down at his belly and the huge mound that was there was now just a small soft belly. He grinned at the thought. He couldn’t believe that he had done it. He still had the taste in his mouth also. Not the most pleasant taste but definitely not bad as he patted his belly. His unbeknownst mentor was nothing more than fat and nutrients now. Suddenly Kyle felt a pressure inside him. Quickly getting up he went into the stall that works and took a dump. Oh yeah, he thought to himself, there is that part also I suppose. He grinned as he flushed the toilet and going back over to the other stall, grabbed his stuff and started to head out. The bus terminal was fairly empty. Looking up at the clock Kyle noticed it was 3 in the morning. Looking around a bit, he finally decided to head out. It was too bad the bum had eaten that guy first. Kyle had planned on grabbing his ticket so he could just leave town. As Kyle left he watched a semi drive by. His eyes brightened. Suppose I could always hitch a ride somewhere he thought to himself, and the Blazing Trails Truck Stop isn’t to far away. Kyle slowly meandered, his mind thinking about everything that he has seen and learned in the last few weeks. The idea that he could overpower a man and swallow him whole was exhilarating. As Kyle thought of those things he felt his belly whine. He patted his belly. I suppose I should find something to eat. Kyle continued working his way toward the truck stop, looking around to see if there was anything or anyone around. He sighed to himself; being so early in the morning it isn’t very likely to see anyone. His stomach gave another growl as he continued down the street. As he past a bar, he noticed something in the alleyway. Going over to investigate he saw a drunken guy passed out. Kyle looked him over and grinned. The guy was about average build in blue jeans and a tank top. Kyle could smell the guy’s rank breath from where he was standing. This guy was beyond wasted. Kyle started to chant and then grabbing the guy’s booted feet, he started to stuff them in his mouth. Kyle worked his way up the guy’s legs carefully, trying not to disturb the guy. As he got to his waist, Kyle quickly checked the guy’s pockets and pulled out a money clip. With that Kyle started to gulp hard, pulling his belly and chest into his mouth. With a few more swallows, Kyle stood up and patted his now protruding ballgut. That hit the spot he thought to himself as he checked to see how much cash the guy had on him. Kyle grinned as he saw a couple twenties and some other smaller bills. “Thanks a lot for the breakfast and cash man” he said to his belly as he started to walk toward the truck stop again. Kyle rubbed his belly as he was walking, though he couldn’t help but feel that there was something missing. He then realized there wasn’t much of a struggle. The guy is pretty much asleep and now is being digested. Oh well, Kyle thought to himself, he filled the belly and that is all that matters right now.

It wasn’t long until Kyle finally did reach the truck stop. It was still early in the morning but at least he was there and he could find a place to rest for awhile until the truckers started getting up and heading out for the day. Kyle started to wonder where he wanted to travel to. South was sounding good. It wouldn’t be long and it would be winter and though it didn’t snow much, it did get cold. Kyle walked over to the exit ramp for traffic getting on the interstate heading south. Then sitting down with his meager belongings he drifted off to sleep in the grass next to the road.

Kyle awoke as a rig passed where he was heading up to the highway. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes he noticed that the sun was just rising. Now was as good of a time as any he thought to himself and going up to the edge of the road, Kyle waited for a truck to come and put out his thumb. Kyle watched as a number of cars, trucks and semis went by. Finally a black and brown cab pulled over. Kyle climbed up the side and opening the door got into the truck. The trucker was a good sized man with a definite beergut on him. Kyle smiled as the trucker asked him “where are you headed to?” Kyle answered, “Heading south Sir.” The trucker grinned, “Ok. Heading to Arizona myself, but going to swing down and then head over.” Kyle just smiled and looked the trucker over. His gut was still filled with the drunk he had eaten for a night time meal. The trucker definitely had a handsome ruggedness about him that Kyle found attractive. As they headed down the highway, the two of them chatted, talking about different topics. The trip was actually very pleasant and even though it wasn’t a huge distance Kyle already started to notice a change in the temperature. He smiled to himself. Luckily winter was a ways off still but at the same time, doesn’t hurt to be in a more pleasant climate. As they were going, they passed a convoy of trucks and Kyle noticed the trucker frown. “What’s wrong?” Kyle inquired. The trucker shook it off and grinned back at Kyle, “ah nothing, Carnie convoy. I’m not one to trust any of that lot. Looks like there must be some carnival coming up in the area.” Kyle’s mind drifted to memories of going to the fair and the interesting, sleazy men he saw working there. As he noticed his pants starting to tent, he quickly tried to take his mind off to other things. Kyle also noticed as the day went on his meal was quickly being taken care of and he could feel a void in his belly that he needed to fill again. A couple more hours passed and finally the trucker pulled into a truck stop. The trucker looked over to Kyle as he finished parking his rig. “Hungry?” he asked. Kyle grinned back and reaching across the seat answer “Famished.” With that Kyle pulled the trucker out of the seat toward him as he quickly chanted and opened his mouth. The trucker tried to react but before he could do anything his head and shoulders were in the guy’s mouth. He tried to struggle but Kyle seemed to easily stay on top of the situation and with another gulp, his arms were pinned to his sides as his chest slide into the hot mouth. Kyle’s breath was hot and reeked of stale alcohol and digested meat. The trucker continued to fight hard, but Kyle held him tightly. Kyle was smiling, loving the feeling of his struggles. Another swallow and he was in to his waist, the trucker tried to twist and turn but the throat had him tight now and he could feel himself being pulled deeper in. He felt Kyle reach down and grab his lower legs and a sick feeling washed over him and he felt Kyle swallow again and this time with also felt Kyle pulling his legs in, forcing him to slide faster. Kyle swallowed again pushing the truckers booted feet as he did, sliding them into his mouth. With one find gulp he pushed the big trucker down into his belly. Righting himself back up in his seat Kyle patted his struggling belly. “Ah, and you definitely hit the spot. Thanks for the ride and dinner,” he taunted his belly. The trucker cursed and fought but there was little he could do. He could feel his lungs burn with the mix of the fouling and acidic air. Kyle leaned his seat back and continued to pat his huge gut and relaxed, letting his body take care of his meal. Kyle grinned to himself. To think, in the past 24 hours, a total of 4 men have been digested by him. Each time he did this he couldn’t believe the rush and feeling of power. As the trucker continued his struggled, Kyle reached down and stroked his cock, and with just a couple strokes moaned loudly as he shot a huge load into his underwear. Kyle dozed off for a bit as the feeling of struggle weakened in his belly.

Kyle’s mind went into a dream. Every man he saw, he had to have in his belly. He went around swallowing and devouring every man he saw. They weren’t people to him, just food. Stubborn, powerful food that he had to dominated and put in its proper place, his stomach.

Kyle awoke to the sound of another rig pulling up next to his. Looking over he noticed it was the carnie convey they had passed earlier. Kyle smiled to himself. Carnie folk can’t really be trusted but he always found them extremely sexy and as he his mind wandered, he was also curious how they would taste. Pulling his seat up, Kyle waited to see the driver in the rig next to him leave. He then exited the rig and walked toward the truck stop. Kyle looked down and grinned sort of sheepishly as his belly was sticking out from his shirt. Oh well, he thought to himself, technically I still have a shirt one. Kyle went into the truck stop and his belly let out a little whine as he saw all kinds of men in there, big, small, tall, short, fat, thin, hairy, smooth, and all looking delicious. Kyle shook his head and walked over to a map. Hmmmm, at least this stop was right on the edge of a large town. He then over heard a voice, “yeah, so where are the fairgrounds in this town.” Kyle looked over and saw a scroungy, hairy older guy in a biker shirt asking the attendant. The attendant seemed uncomfortable as she answered, “It is down the highway out here, about ¼ of a mile. You will see some large show barns as well.” The guy smiled, “come on guys, we have a show to set up.” Kyle watched as the scroungy guy and a couple other dirty looking men all left. Kyle smiled. At least it wasn’t a far walk. Leaving the truck stop, he went back to the trucker’s rig, grabbed his stuff. He went though and put what he needed into his backpack. The rest he went over to a dumpster and threw away. No reason to be carrying so much he thought to himself. With that Kyle started to make his way across the lot and toward the local highway. It was a fairly quick walk from the interstate and truck stop, into town and to the fairgrounds. Kyle could definitely tell there was a festival coming up. There were all kinds of banners hanging, looked like it was a local tradition celebrating one of the founders of the community. By the time Kyle had gotten to the fairgrounds, the carnies had already arrived and were unloading. Kyle sat in the grass and watched at a distance as they worked. He was actually quite amazed on how fast they were setting things up. Evening started to fall, and there were tents, a couple rides and the side show already set up. Kyle yawned and patted his belly. Though it wasn’t as big as it was, it definitely looked like Kyle would need to find a bigger shirt, his shirt no longer able to tame his belly. He smiled and rubbed his stomach. Only going to get bigger also he thought to himself. Kyle found an out of the way place on the edge of the fairgrounds and using his backpack as a pillow, laid down and fell asleep.

The next morning Kyle woke up. Walking into the fairgrounds, he found a public restroom and took care of what was left of his meals from the day before. He actually got hard as he pushed out his shit, thinking that was all that was left of the guys he ate. Wiping clean, he flushed the toilet and smiled. No a single trace of evidence to be found. His stomach immediately rumbled and he patted it gently. I know, he thought to himself, we need to find something to eat. As he started walking the fairgrounds again he saw that the entire midway and sideshows were all set up. Kyle was amazed, especially considering the size of the show. He couldn’t help himself; he walked over to the midway and just looked around. He could remember going on a number of these types of rides when he was younger. As he went over to the side show he grinned, the reptile man, bearded woman, painted man, world’s strongest man, all kinds of interesting oddities. He looked at the painting of the world’s strongest man. Kyle’s mouth watered at the thought of that one. His stomach rumbled again. Sighing to himself he continued to walk around. Seems that they must have been up late getting everything set up and now they were all still sleeping. Kyle started to leave the midway and was going to head to the restroom one more time before he went to search for something to eat. As he got near the restroom, he heard a flush. Out of the men’s restroom, a huge powerlifter type guy came out. Kyle immediately recognized this guy as the “strongest man on earth” with the black goatee, shaved head, and lord, that guy was built. Kyle stomach growled loudly as the guy started walking towards him. Kyle looked around quickly and didn’t see anyone. He was going to have to start out in the open, put perhaps he could pull him behind the restroom. Kyle knew he had to make his move fast as the guy started walking towards him. Kyle kept walking calmly towards him and the restroom quietly chanting, then just as the guy passed Kyle turned around and did a move he had seen the fat bum do. He kicked the back of the guy’s knees, causing him to fall to his knees hard. With the surprise and shock, Kyle quickly opened his mouth and stuffed the guy’s head completely in. The guy was in complete shock as Kyle, easily swallowed pulling his head back into his throat and his mouth stretching around the shoulders. At the same time, Kyle was trying to back up and pull this huge beast of a meal with him. Kyle swallowed again, as the guy’s smooth pec started to enter his mouth. The guy was so muscular and the sweat was so sweet that Kyle’s mouth watered and he continued to gulp and pull the guy. Finally as Kyle started working his washboard abs into his mouth, he was behind the restroom and somewhat hidden from view. The guy was fighting heroically and Kyle was having a difficult time as he struggled and every once and awhile would get a kick in or stand and manage to pull himself out a bit. Kyle was bound and determined though. This guy tasted to good and the more he fought the more Kyle needed to have him in his belly. Kyle’s cock was rock hard as he fought with the guy and managed to get more of him in his mouth. The guy’s ass was firm and Kyle was surprised to find that his cock was hard as well. The struggled continued for what seemed like an eternity to Kyle but soon the guy’s feet entered Kyle’s mouth and with a last gulp, Kyle sent the “strongest man on earth” to his belly. Kyle belched loudly as he sank down against the wall. His belly was shaking hard as the guy continued to fight. Kyle moan and he rubbed his belly. He shot his load without even touching himself as the guy continued to fight. This was the best meal yet he thought to himself. Just then he heard clapping from behind him. Trying to scramble to his feet, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down kid, that was an impressive show there you just put on. Looks like Big Mitch is still trying to escape also.” Kyle looked up and saw the same scroungy guy he had seen at the truck stop. Kyle also noticed up close that this guy must not have showered in weeks, or perhaps longer. The guy sat down next to Kyle. “That is an amazing talent you have there kid. You live around here,” the guy inquired. Kyle sort of looked away. “Ah, runaway are ya. Names Uncle Ted and looks like you already met one of my performers and all things considering, I have an opening for talent on the side show now it seems,” Uncle Ted said as he patted Kyle’s belly. “Now, can’t have you eating the audience members or others of my family but if you’re interested I am sure we can come up with an amazing swallowing act for you to do. You’d also become part of our family, and who knows, we sometimes run into troubles where I am sure your unique talents would be handy and keep you well fed.” Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing but before he knew it he was agreeing to join the side show as a swallower and had become the newest family member of this carnie group. Uncle Ted smiled at Kyle as he helped him stand back up, “don’t worry about Big Mitch, I won’t tell anyone and he was pretty much as ass anyways.” Uncle Ted put his arm around Kyle’s shoulder as he led him back to the midway. Uncle Ted led Kyle into his trailer. “Hope you don’t mind but there are a few formalities we need to complete, though I do trust your word.” Kyle looked at the different papers that Uncle Ted laid out in front of him, and without reading much he signed. “Welcome to the Red Ring Midway son. About time I bring you round and introduce you to the rest of your new family.” With that Uncle Ted took Kyle around, introducing him to all the different members. Kyle was impressed by the friendliness of all the people. He also couldn’t help but notice that a lot of these guys were definitely soap shy. The tour ended with Kyle’s new home. “Since Big Mitch is no longer with the family, I figure it is fitting that you get his trailer,” Uncle Ted said as he opened the door. Kyle looked inside and smiled. It definitely still smelled of Mitch and the scent made his mouth water as he rubbed his belly that was still struggling. Uncle Ted came in behind him and sat down on the bed, “as I said son, for the side show can’t really have you swallowing things to big. Might scare people, you know. Are you opposed to swallowing animals whole?” Kyle grinned at Uncle Ted, “nope, you give it to me, and I’ll swallow it.” Uncle Ted smiled evilly. “I like you kid. Believe me; you’ll be fed well both on stage and off.”

The End