Sherrif Bufort
By: ShrinkMe
Sheriff John S Bufort had been sheriff of Tabalene for 25 years now
and running. An imposing figure, and he knew it and used it to his
advantage every time, he stood 6 foot 6 inches tall and weighed in at
a HEFTY 285 pounds, most of it located in his big gut. Don't let the
'fat' look of him fool you though. Sheriff Bufort lifted wieghts every
night before bed and did sit ups and push ups when he woke up. He
could lift double his weight and carry it for some distance. MANY had
been fooled and suffered the consequences of jumping to the wrong
conclusion when they encountered big, mean, Sheriff John S Bufort.
Steve was touring through the Appalachian Mountains. He had started
his trip in southern Pennsylvania and would end his trek in Alabama
for the Appalachian portion. He was en-route to surprise an old friend
in Florida with a visit. Steve had heard MANY different things about
the Mountains and wanted to find out first hand just what was true and
what was just myth.
So far, into southern Virginia, he had only encountered friendly and
helpful people. They had seemed very smart and, so far, Steve hadn't
encountered any of that 'inbreeding' he had heard of in those stories.
So now he was on the freeway heading to the south-eastern corner of
Kentucky. It was noon now and after leaving the freeway and taking the
winding mountain road he would put up wherever he could find a place
and see what there was to see of the area in the light of day.
Just as Steve left the freeway the road started changing from black-
top to gravel. He continued on following the map and the signs to
Tabalene where he would put up for the night. Even though the road was
gravel it was still a great ride through some great country and Steve
was really appreciating the forest and sites that he could see.
Sheriff Bufort was in his county car near the outskirts of town. He
came here every day at 11:30 AM to catch his prey. His 'prey' would be
lone travelers unrelated to the town-folk in Tabalene. You see,
Sheriff Bufort had one special talent. He had been a natural wiz at
chemistry in school. Because of that he had discovered a special
solution that was able to shrink things that were sprayed with or
immersed in the solution.
Sheriff Bufort had a special 'gun' that he kept in his patrol car that
was full of this solution. He would first get the driver and any
passengers out of the vehicle. If it was one man, no problem, the
sheriff would just shoot him with the solution. If there were more
than one man then the sheriff would corral them into one group and
take it from there. Sheriff Bufort had NEVER had any problems with his
shrinking proceedure. He had on a wide leather belt that had snap
close pouches attached to it. You would think that they contained
important gadgets related to his job. They were all empty, until the
shrinking began. Then the sheriff would gather up all those shrunk and
put them into the pouches, one to a pouch, he had 10 pouches on his
belt. Then he would shrink the vehicle and destroy it and bury it in
the forest.
So every day the sheriff would sit out at the outskirts of town and
apprehend whoever he wanted to stop. On the average Sheriff Bufort
would end up with at least 5 pouches full. In the summertime more
travellers would happen by and it wouldn't be hard to fill all ten by
3:00 PM.
Steve was cruising along and had just noticed a sign announcing that
Tabalene was one more mile ahead. Just as he read the sign he passed a
side road and saw a patrol car there. Steve then looked back at the
road and then noticed in his rearview mirror that the patrol car had
pulled out and was flashing its' lights and was now on his bumper.
Steve pulled into a side road and waited for the officer to get out
and approach him to find out what was going on.
Sheriff Bufort had been sitting there for fifteen minutes when a
likely person just drove by. The sheriff drove out of the drive and
onto the gravel road and followed the car ahead with his lights
flashing. The man slowed and pulled into the unused side road and
Bufort pulled in behind him. He reached over and got the special gun
and got out and put the gun in the holster and approached the car
ahead.
Steve looked in the rearview and saw a huge mountain of man getting
out the patrol car and was approaching the left side of his car.
'Shit! What the fuck did I do?' Steve was starting to sweat even
though the temp was a comfortable 70 degrees. He looked up and up at
the man next to his window now and had to stick his head out the
window to actually see the officer's face.
"Yes sir, what can I do for you officer?"
"Can I see your driver's license please sir."
Steve reached to his back pocket for his wallet and got his ID out for
the officer and handed it to him. Sheriff Bufort looked at the card
for a few seconds and then handed it back to the driver.
"Thank you, now would you please get out of your vehicle and stand by
the front of your vehicle."
"Can I ask why you have stopped me please officer?"
"I won't ask you again. Just step out of your vehicle and stand by the
front please sir."
Steve opened the door and got out and walked to the front of his car
and waited for the huge officer to fill him in on what was happening
here.
"Were you aware that you were speeding? Too fast for the road
conditions, being gravel and all. Have you been drinking alcohalic
beverages or indulging in mind altering drugs of any kind today sir?"
"No officer. I was just driving through and admiring your lovely
country-side, until you stopped me."
"Please place your hands flat on the hood of your car and stand with
your legs wide apart. I'm going to have to pat you down."
Steve couldn't believe this. But he wasn't about to argue or
antagonize this huge man any further, so he did as he was asked.
Sheriff Bufort approached the man from behind and gave him a cursory
pat down and stood back and pulled out the gun and aimed it at the man
in front of him. 'He will do quite nicely.' thought the sheriff.
"Slowly stand up and turn to face me please."
Steve straigtened up and slowly turned to face the officer. As he
turned towards the officer he turned his head and saw the officer
pointing a gun at him. Before Steve could react to the gun the sheriff
fired the solution onto the man before him. It only took two minutes
for the shrinking to stop. Before then the man would be small enough
to pick up and place in a pouch and snap it closed before they
regained consciousness. That would make the victim about 5 inches,
they would fit in the pouches perfectly at that size.
Bufort then sprayed the car and it shrunk down in size as well. When
it was done he stepped on it until it was all flat and doubled it over
on itself. Then he took the end result and used it to dig a hole and
buried it in the brush by the roadside. By that time there was quite a
commotion coming from the pouch containing victim #1. He just ignored
it saving the opening of the pouches for later that night back at the
office or sometimes at his own house.
Sheriff Bufort drove back to his spot and waited for more 'victims'.
He had company now. It always thrilled him to hear and feel his
victims yell and try to get out of their predicament. He had never
lost one yet, they just couldn't manouver the snap on the pouch. As
the day progressed and the pouches filled up, the noise would increase
some and the vibrations of the struggling would arrouse Bufort. He
would not only get a hard on, but his gut would start rumbleing as
well. It was all he could do not to open even one pouch before going
back to the office. By then it would all be worth it, that is where
the 'fun' would really begin.
This day was a good day for Sheriff Bufort. He had managed to
apprehend eight men today. It was nearing 2:30 and he didn't want to
sit anymore. He was impatient to get started. So he put his car in
gear and headed back to the office.
The office had a separate office room where Sheriff Bufort could be
alone. It had a desk and file cabinets in it. He also had a desk out
in the main room. There was a holding pen out there as well. The cells
were located downstairs. Today he had one man in the holding cell and
none in the cells downstairs. Mostly the only crime committed in town
was public drunkeness. That was what Joe was in for. Joe also knew
Sheriff Bufort's 'secret'. The sheriff had a surprise for Joe today.
Once back at the office Bufort entered from the front door. He stood
at the desk there and started to unbotton his uniform shirt. He took
that off as well as the undershirt beneath that. As he undid his
pants, not the belt, just the pants, he heard Joe stirring in the cell
in front of him. Bufort sat down and took his boots off and slid his
pants off and stood back up.
"Hey Sheriff John, what ya got there?"
"Now just you wait, Joe. Get yourself ready."
Joe had known John since high school and had been there when John had
discovered the solution. Joe sometimes helped get victims for their
'fun'. Joe and John were also lovers. You would NEVER suspect that,
but they were. They didn't live together or anything like that, but
they shared the 'secret' and because of that, and how that made them
feel, they shared their bodies with each other too.
"How many did you get John?"
"Eight. Enough for four each. You ready for the first one to get
started?"
"Yes, yes, give him to me."
John opened a pouch and took out a man from it grasped in his thumb
and forefinger. The man was squirmming and screaming but to no avail.
John walked over to Joe in the cell and handed the shrunk man to Joe
through the cell bars. Joe took the little man from John greedily.
Joe had taken his clothes off as well and stood there holding the
small man in his hand enjoying the feeling of the struggling going on
in his hand. Then he opened his hand and hawked up some spit and spit
it into the hand holding the man. He spit again and then with both
hands started rubbing the spit all over the naked man in his clutches.
When the man was wet enough with spit Joe held him by the feet in one
hand and dangled him in the air and brought him to his face which Joe
tilted back. Joe opened his mouth wide and while the little man
screamed and struggled dropped him into his mouth. Joe closed it on
the man inside and useing his tongue arranged the man to his throat
and started to swallow him down. He had to swallow quite a few times
to get the struggling man all the way down. But down he went into his
belly. Joe just loved feeding time with John.
John was doing much the same that Joe had done. He reached into a
pouch and grabbed up a man and started to rub the struggling victim
all over his big belly. He was getting the man all wet with the sweat
from his body and then when he felt he had had enough the sheriff
brought the little man up to his mouth and started pushing the man
into his throat until his was all the way inside. Then John swallowed
and felt the sliding struggling going down to his big belly.
Joe looked through the bars at John and watched for John to finish.
They both looked at each other and burped long belches at each other.
John got the keys and opened the cell door. He went in and over to Joe
who was on his knees and Joe proceeded to suck on the sheriff's huge
cock. Bufort rubbed his big belly, he could feel something small
wriggling around in there and that made his cock that much harder. He
reached down and took Joe's head off his cock. He unsnapped a pouch
and placed a man onto his cock and got one out for himself.
Joe terrorized the little man on John's cock. He would lick him with
his huge tongue. Then he held the man flat on John's cock and sucked
both the cock and the man on it. Then he would just take the little
man and suck his whole body like a lollipop. This went on and on.
Sheriff Bufort was sucking on his little victim like a lollipop as
well. He loved the taste of these little creatures. They always
reminded him of the taste of Joe's cock, and loved the taste of Joe's
cock. Finally both men couldn't hold off any longer and they swallowed
down their toys at the same time and watched them go down the other's
throat. They kissed each other then, tasting the men on the tongues.
Joe then leaned down and suckled on the nipples of John, he loved that
feeling. John got out two more men from the pouches. That left two
more in the pouches.
These they fed to each other. Slowly and deliciously, enjoying the
screams and struggles. They lay there for a while and felt each
other's bellies and the struggles going on inside and kissing while
doing that. They would take turns belching long belches into each
other's mouth, sharing the taste of the man down below.
The final two would wish to have been the first to go. They had quite
an adventure ahead of them.
Steve's pouch was opened and huge fingers came in and grasped him out
of the pouch. There he was now held in front of two huge naked giants.
One huge and fat and one thinner and wild looking. The fat one had a
cop's night stick in hand. He was applying spit to it and rubbing the
spit all over the length of the stick. Then he lowered the stick to
the other man who took it and started licking it as well. The fat one
reached and got hold of some string and got the hand of the other man
and brought the stick upright. Steve was then unceremoniously tied
near the top of the stick securely in place with the string. Then
stick and all was entered into the mouth of the thin one. Steve and
the stick were getting wetter and wetter from the saliva of the
thinner giant. Then Steve saw the thin one rimming the fat ones ass.
Thin man got fat man's ass real wet and sloppy with spit. Then to
Steve's horror he and the stick were manouvered into position to enter
the ass hole of the fat huge giant. Thin man slowly shoved the stick
with Steve on it into John's ass hole. Joe plunged the stick in and
out over and over again. Joe would spit on the little man occasionally
to keep him lubed up. Steve was scared shitless and tinged with
remanent brown from the dirty smelly ass of the fat giant. Just when
Steve thought the horror was over the giants switched places.
John used the stick and little man on Joe's asshole. Instead of
spitting on the man he would take the whole end of the stick and
insert it into his mouth and use his tongue to wet and clean the man
on the stick. But the last few plunges were deeper and deeper and then
John brought out the stick and put it into his mouth and using his
teeth he scraped the man and strings off the stick and into his mouth.
John looked at Joe and opened his mouth. Steve looked out screaming as
the other giant came forward and they kissed. Steve was licked all
over and passed into and back, he was so wet with spit he couldn't
breath. Just as he was about to pass out it all stopped but he was
plunging back into the throat and then down into the gullet of the
giant he was in now.
Joe looked at John and swallowed the little man down. John grabbed Joe
and using his hand followed the struggling man down to Joe's belly.
Then the last victim was brought from the last pouch. This little man
was tied to sheriff Bufort's cock and was subjected to the fucking of
Joe's ass. After that torture was over it was John's turn to get
fucked by Joe. So the little man was tied to Joe's cock. Then when the
little man was on his last breaths John went down on Joe's cock and
used his teeth and tongue to take the man off Joe's cock. John stuck
the man's legs out of his mouth and slowly started swallowing him down
to his huge belly.
Joe and John lay in each other's arms and felt each other's bellies
until there was no more movement from inside them. They kissed some
more and made love some more and then John got up and dressed and
locked Joe into the cell and they said good night and John went home
to bed.
Jason had had enough of this small road on his truck. He was tired and
wanted a break. As soon as he got to Tabalene he would stop for food
and a break. Shit, what was that? Flashing police lights in his
rearview? What the fuck???
The End ^_^