The Beach Man
By: ShrinkMe

I moved to this beachside community a year and a half ago because when I visited it every summer I always imagined owning a place by the beach here and relaxing in the summertime. Having my own place and not having to deal with motels or hotels and all that. So far things have been GREAT.

I initially took two months off from work the first summer to work on the place and get to really know the neighborhood and all that. What was the best about this place was that it was private beach starting one mile down from where my place is and it extends to the township limits several miles away. The public beach is far enough away that I don't have all that noise and traffic to contend with. So, needless to say, I have been enjoying my little stretch of beach and getting quite a tan to show for it.

That first summer was really something. Getting used to a small community where almost all the regulars all know each other. Getting to meet and know the neighbors. And all manner of things I hadn't considered when deciding to move into a beachside community. But I wasn't complaining mind you, quite the contrary. I appreciated the close-knit community and all that went along with that. I felt safer about that knowing that while I was in the big city working my place wouldn't be destroyed, or something like that.

My routine pretty much centered around lying on the beach. Two houses down from me the beach started to curve inward, so I couldn't see much of the upper beach past that. But I had walked it to get to know it and so I knew that it started to get rocky and the surf was a little rougher there. The young locals liked that stretch because it was even less used. Lots of nude sunbathing took place here as well. So I eventually got invited to parties and cookouts and beach parties. Being 30 and single I was attracting some loose women, but being gay I politely let them down but in a way that made me friends with them, and I liked that.

There was ONE person that was on the strange side. I would lay out on my lounge chair on the beach around 10-ish in the morning. Around 10:30 this very tanned, very large bellied man with gray hair would slowly saunter by. What was strange were two things in particular. One was the metal detector he swung from side to side. The other was the large shoulder sack he carried with him. Being not a very well used stretch of beach it seemed very highly unlikely that there would be much booty laying there for the discovering, if you know what I mean. And as he passed by you could barely hear the clanking of glass on glass coming from inside his sack. He had to start out everyday at around 7 AM to get where my place was, and he wouldn't pass back again until around 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Still swinging that metal detector and glass clanking in the bag.

He might miss two or three days some weeks, but mostly he would walk by every morning and afternoon. I tried to strike up a conversation with him a few times but either he was deaf or he didn't hear me as he didn't even look up. I asked about him at some of the parties and everyone told me to just stay away from 'Old Mr BigBelly' as the locals had nicknamed him. He never talked to anyone and never came to meetings or parties or church or anything. Some of the young kids I had talked to said that he was creepy.

It seemed that Mr BigBelly would work his way to the town park and buy a corn dog or two at the hot dog stand there and when not eating he would scavenge through the sandbox and grassy area where the families with kids would congregate when not at the beach. He NEVER caused problems, just minded his own business, but was strange and the kids all kept their distance from him. Then he would start the return leg of his trek back to his home, going passed my place.

So now I'm on my fourth year living here at the beach when there was a drastic change to my existence here not only in this community but in life in general.

I was preparing to lie out on the sandy beach this one beautiful sunny morning. Instead of laying on my lounge chair I thought I would lie out on a towel closer to the water's edge. So I laid out my huge towel and was just laying down when I saw about a half mile away Mr. BigBelly working his way in his usual direction. Since I wanted to work on my back tan I lowered my shorts and lay on my stomach and put my head on my arms and closed my eyes.

Eventually I heard the approach of Mr. BigBelly. I could hear the glass clanking in his bag. Since he had never said 'Boo' let alone 'Hello' I didn't bother to lift my head and acknowledge his passing. So I kept my head on my arms and let him pass. I still had my eyes closed so all that I detected was a slight buzzing sensation in my head and then it went away. The next thing I know I'm being quickly lifted and scooted into a glass mayonnaise jar and the lid is being screwed back on and the jar is placed inside the satchel of Mr. BigBelly.

For the next several hours I would get glimpses of sunlight through the top of the satchel and could make out slowly just what was going on here.

I was in a glass jar that had holes nailed into the top so I could still breathe. The holes had been made from my side out so the rough edges were on the outside of the lid. I was naked inside my jar as I had taken off my shorts while lying on the beach. I thought that I could make out two other people in the satchel besides myself but as we tried to communicate it was impossible because of the dim lighting and because of the glass, we couldn't hear anything that was said even if yelled. But just knowing I wasn't alone was reassuring but still very scary nonetheless.

A few times a giant hand would come inside the satchel and grab an empty jar and someone else would be added to the collection. By the time we got to the end of the whole trip there were 10 of us in separate glass jars. There was a soft jolting as the satchel was laid down. Then the top was opened and one at a time the giant hand would come inside and grab a jar and take it out.

When my turn came it was quite a rough and scary ride. Mr BigBelly's hand grasped my jar and lifted it out into the light of the room. Looked like a kitchen. My jar was taken over to a cabinet and placed on a shelf. Before I was settled on the shelf I was able to observe, although quickly, that the doulble cabinet doors were open and there were LOTS of glass jars with men in them on these shelves. Once my jar was placed on the shelf Mr BigBelly went back to the satchel to retrieve more jars.

I could hear lots of yelling and screaming coming from all around and below me. But Mr BigBelly seemed oblivious to all the racket going on. He just kept going back and forth until all the filled jars were removed from the satchel and then he disappeared. He went to the back of the house from the sound of his footsteps. I looked around me to see what there was to see, Mr BigBelly had left the doors to the cabinet open so there was light to see by. The cabinet doors were louvered anyways, so light would get in the daytime.

As I looked to my right and left and behind me though I wished it had been dark. There were dozens and dozens of filled glass jars here on this shelf alone. Some of the occupants of the back ones didn't look like they were doing so well. In fact two of the occupants back there weren't moving at all. There was a slight smell of urine and feces in the air, but not that dead smell. But just the sight of those men not moving made me even more scared than I had been. And some of the men looked thin, like they were hungry.

I felt the floor shaking and knew that Mr. BigBelly was walking in the house. Sure enough he was back in the kitchen and this time he was nude. As he entered the kitchen the noise level in the cabinet doubled from the men wailing and screaming and yelling. It was very disconcerting to me. I would learn to start screaming soon enough though.

Mr BigBelly's belly bounced with each step he took, his large hard cock swaying to and fro as well. He came up to the cabinet and surveyed us all inside as if making some kind of decision. Then he reached inside and scooted aside some jars and reached back for the two jars in the back with the guys not moving. He took those jars out. He held them up to his face and shook them to get a reaction from those inside but they weren't reacting. Mr BigBelly walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet and opened one jar and upended it into the sink and did the same with the other one. Then the horrifying sound of the disposal came on and then the sound of the grinding up of the poor lost souls. The yelling and screaming was almost deafening now as Mr BigBelly turned back and approached the cabinet again. He looked on the shelf under mine and I guess no one was dead or unmoving down there. He stood back a bit eyeing both shelves and then reached out a took a jar and placed it in the crook of his left arm. He chose a total of five jars. Three he placed on the counter by the sink and the other two he took away into another room. You could hear a pin drop now.

Except for the crying and whimpering from the men by the sink no one was making a sound, all were listening. Eventually I heard the sound of the lids being unscrewed from the jars out in the other room. Then there came the sounds of little men crying out in fear and the heavier sound of Mr BigBelly grunting and groaning. Then it sounded like Mr BigBelly was getting off and sounds from the little men diminished. In came Mr BigBelly carrying one jar with two men in it. They were covered in what could only be Mr BigBelly's white creamy cum. Then Mr BigBelly stood in the front of us and tilted the jar containing the men and cum to his mouth and emptied the contents men and all into his mouth. He lowered the jar and proceeded to swallow those men down his throat. You could see the men as they went down his gullet. He then turned to the other jars on the counter by the sink and one jar at a time he upended and swallowed the man inside down his throat into his Big Huge Sweaty Shiny Belly. Then he turned towards us in the cabinet and belched and belched, long wet belches. He grabbed another jar and opened it and jacked off into it in front of us. He put the lid back on and put it back into the cabinet and closed the doors and I could hear him walk away.

The men around me were so freaked out after who knows how long of this torture that communicating with any of them was impossible. Most just sat and rocked back and forth mumbling to themselves. I tried yelling at them to snap them out of it but either they couldn't hear me or they just didn't care any longer. The man in the jar next to mine wailed not to make any connections because he would be back and that man would be gone next, or the next time. I tried to talk to him more but he was unresponsive. Soon I grew tired and lay down on the bottom of the jar and tried to nap through the wailing and moaning.

I was awakened by footsteps approaching and the doors to the cabinets were opened by Mr BigBelly again. There was a loud crash of breaking glass followed by a long screaming. Mr BigBelly looked down and reached for something and walked over to the sink where he deposited a struggling bleeding man down the disposal, grinding him alive. I guess he doesn't like his food bloody or damaged or dead. Of course that show got everybody hopped up. It was morningtime from what I gathered and time for breakfast. He got down five more jars and we watched him dispatch the men inside them down his throat and into his Big Fat Gut. He left the doors open while he was out on his patrol for more victims.

I was bound and determined not to end up as food for this evil man. I did not want to end my life as belly fat for Mr BigBelly. But how would I manage an escape??? I couldn't reach the top of the jar even on tiptoe. But it trying it I did find something out. The lid of my jar wasn't screwed on right AND it was sort of loose!!! By the time I figured all this out though it was nearing the time for BigBelly to get home. I now had to play the game of chance that I wouldn't be picked for dinner.

In he came and added seven more to our ranks. He disappeared soon to return naked as before and chose five men. He repeated his practice from the day before, but it wasn't any easier to witness I assure you. But this time there were some differences before he went to bed.

BigBelly got one jar down and opened it and lowered it to his cock. He then filled it with his piss and closed it back up but not before spitting a large wad of phlegm on the helpless man inside. He placed the jar with the man and urine on the counter by the sink and went away. The level of piss was enough that the man had to tread water to keep his head above it. That man would drown by morningtime for sure. But later that night just as the man in the jar had given up, in came Mr BigBelly and grabbed the jar and opened it and DRANK it, man and piss and all down his throat. He belched a loud long belch and laughed as he went back to bed.

Mr BigBelly was late waking up this morning. Must be one of the days he doesn't go scavenging. He came in the kitchen naked and grabbed three men for breakfast and then went away with another one. He was naked all day and wore this man around his neck bouncing on his Big Sweaty Belly as he walked around. There was a knocking on the front door and this was the only time I ever heard our gruesome host speak. He talked with another man and they came into the kitchen together.

There stood a young god! Had to be 20 at the youngest and all he wore was shorts. No shoes or shirt. He had a tight body with a six-pack going up to well built pecs and broad shoulders that had great muscled arms attached. He had dark hair and eyes and well-muscled thighs and calves. Nice broad feet and well- shaped toes completed the picture. I was in lust. But that soon turned to horror as he came to the cabinet announcing on the way over that he was 'damn hungry'. He chose four jars and promptly dispatched those inside down the hatch. The last one though he took out in the other room. I heard that man screaming and then the unmistakable sound of a 'crunch' which cut off the screaming immediately. I freaked when the young man came back into the kitchen with blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked it up. I crouched down now very afraid of this young stud monster.

I don't know why they did it. Whether is was for our benefit or their own but Mr BigBelly and Stud monster started making out and then fucking right there in the kitchen in front of us. They took turns topping each other and ended it with young Stud monster feeding the man that was around BigBelly's neck to BigBelly. They kissed and passed the man back and forth before BigBelly swallowed him down. They lay there for a while and then needed food again. My jar was one of the ones that were chosen!!!

The young man visiting Mr BigBelly, and the older man, Mr BigBelly himself, had chosen 5 jars each, mine included, and had taken them into the living room. They set the all the jars on the coffee table and started making out again on the sofa. They took turns sucking each other off for a while then they turned their attention to the jars on the table.

They each chose a jar and fed the little man inside to each other by upending the jar into the other's mouth causing the little man inside the jar to slide into the giant's mouth. They slowly swallowed the little men down licking their chops and making yummy sounds.

My jar, with the loose lid, still hadn't been chosen but I didn't know how much longer my luck would last. They each reached for another jar, still not mine, and took the little men out of the jars. Mr BigBelly layed back exposing his asshole to the younger man. While Mr BigBelly played with his little man, the younger man took the little man in his hand and coated him with a liberal supply of spit. Then he started inserting the little man into Mr BigBelly's asshole headfirst. Once he had the little man halfway inside he started fucking Mr BigBelly's ass with the little man like a dildo. While the little man was still alive and struggling the younger man shoved the little man completely inside Mr BigBelly's ass. Mr BigBelly shivered with sexual excitement and shot a huge load on his big belly that the younger man licked right up.

Then it was the younger man's turn to have a little man shoved up his asshole, which Mr BigBelly did with the little man he had been lathering up with his spit. They didn't expel the little men in their asses, just left them there and then fucked each other. It seemed their sexual heat was never ending and I was getting very worried how I would meet my end.

After fucking each other though they seemed to need a break and each had fallen asleep. I took stock of my situation and quickly made my plan and started it in motion as soon as possible should the slumbering giants wake up.

I started rocking my jar wanting it to fall on the carpeted floor below, which it eventually did. I then used my feet to pound on the lid until it popped off. I stayed where I was until I was sure that the giants were still asleep, they were. So now I had a choice. I could find a way out of this hell hole, or I could see if there was some way I could quietly and quickly help the men on the table. I assessed the situation and couldn't think of a way of getting the men out of their jars. I was too small to open the lids once I would get back up there. If I tried to break the jars the noise would wake up the giants. It was the hardest thing to do to leave those men there on the table and to their certain death at the hands of the giants but I really had no choice. The sooner I could get out and get help, the sooner less men would die. I ran to the front door leaving the men on the table.

The front door hadn't been shut all the way and I could squeeze through the opening with no problem and got out under the screen door and was then free of that house of death.

There was only one step down to the walkway and I managed it ok without hurting myself. Now to find a person to help me. I wandered towards the town center hoping to come across a pedestrian who would recognize me and help out. So started running down the center of the sidewalk.

"What the fuck is that thing!?!?!" I heard from behind me. I jumped around and looked up to see who it was that had discovered me and saw the mail man looking down at me with a surprised look on his face.

"Jesse, it's me, Jonathan, help me please, Jesse." I screamed up to him. Jesse was also my mailman. I was so glad to see a familiar face.

I watched as Jesse crouched down to me and looked at me a little closer. I'm sure he thought he was seeing things.

"Jesse, it really is me, Jonathan. I was shrunk and kidnapped by Mr BigBelly. He has lots of others in his house that he has shrunk and is killing them off one at a time. You have to help me help them Jesse. Please."

"We all wondered what happened to you, Jonathan. What do you mean Mr BigBelly shrunk you? And he has others just like you in his place?"

"Yes. Yes. Jesse he is going around town shrinking people and taking them home and eating them. He was getting ready to eat me too but I was able to escape. We gotta help the others that he still has. Will you please help? We gotta save those others he still has."

"What do you want ME to do? Just bust in his place and face him or what?"

"Well we gotta do SOMEthing Jesse."

"Tell you what I'll do. I'll take you around the corner to the police station and you can tell them the story and they will decide what to do. Now what to do with you to get you there..."

Jesse reached out and kind of roughly grasped me up in his rough hand and deposited me into his mail satchel. It was a sickening bouncy ride in his satchel to the police station, but we were soon there and then I was grasped again in Jesse's hand and deposited onto the desk of the local police.

"This is Jonathan Michaels. He lives on my route and he has been missing for a while now. I found him in front of Mr BigBelly's house just like this. Says that Mr BigBelly shrunk him and a bunch of others down and is killing them over there in his house. Didn't know what else to do with him so I brought him over here to you."

I looked around and saw two police officers looking down at me on the desk with more than surprise on their faces. Then they looked up to Jesse.

"You found him outside just like this?" one of the officers asked Jesse.

"Yes sir. He was real upset but glad to see me considering his condition, you know. But that is what he told me."

"Is that your story Mr Michaels?" the officer asked me, still looking skeptical.

"Yes officer. I was on the beach by my home and Mr BigBelly shrunk me down and kidnapped me and took me to his place with others he had shrunk down as well. He is killing the men he captures. Some look like they have been there for a long time. If you please hurry you can save more that will be killed real soon. They are sleeping right now, that is how I escaped. But as soon as they wake up the killing will start again. Maybe more when they discover that I have escaped."

"Thank you Jesse. We'll take it from here. If we need anything else from you we'll let you know. Thank you for bringing him to us."

"Well sure. I hope I did the right thing."

"Thank you Jesse. And let's keep this between us, shall we Jesse."

"Yes sir. Thank you. Good luck Jonathan. I'll hope I'll see you later. Hope you'll be alright now."

"Thank you Jesse." I said up to him as he turned to leave.

Then it was just the two officers and I. Then both got up and one grabbed me off the table. The officer who had me in his hand brought me to his face and said, "We'll be going over to Mr Blanding's now to see what is going on over there. I'll keep you in my pocket until I need you."

Again a bouncy ride as they walked over to the house that I had escaped from. I could hear them from inside the pants pocket that I had been place inside of. They were knocking on the door of Mr BigBelly. It was opened and they were talking.

"Hey Barney, we got the escaped fucker here for you, mind if we come in?"

"Hell no," Mr BigBelly replied, "Come on in officers. I got my nephew here, you remember Allan. Allan, the officers are here, they found that fucker that got away."

"Great. I'm in the kitchen guys. Come on in here."

More walking and I wasn't liking the way the conversation was going. A giant hand came inside the pocket I was in and grabbed me and brought me out.

"He got Jesse the mail man involved. He should be taken care of next if you can Barney. Mind if we have some fun?"

"Hell no. What ever you want just take it."

I watched in horror as the two giant policemen chose two jars each and took them and me into the living room. They opened the jars and swallowed the men inside. Then the officer that had me still in his hand brought me up to his face and said, "So you thought you would stop all this? Well for YOU it IS over, but the shrinking will always go on. Say bye bye now you little shit."

I was shoved into the officer's mouth and he closed his lips shutting out the light. I was now in the moist interior of the mouth on the big wet tongue of the officer. He played with me with his tongue his saliva coating my whole body now. Then I felt him tilt his head back and the tougue went flat and I slid to the back of his throat where I plunged down his esophagus. He had to swallow a few times to get me down but soon I found myself sliding down and down and then I was through the sphincter and inside his belly. It was completly dark in there and the air was very rank and close. I was slowly loosing consciousness and was finding it harder and harder to breathe. The last thing I felt was my feet starting to burn and then I blacked out........

Mr BigBelly was back on the beach with his 'metal detector' swinging from side to side. He came upon another sunbather and swung it over the prone man. In seconds the man was shrunk down to 3 inches and was scooped real fast into a mayonnaise jar. Mr BigBelly's big belly started to grumble knowing that there was food being gathered. Mr BigBelly just rubbed his Shiny Big Fat Gut that he had slathered with tan lotion liking the feel of his Big Fat Gut that he had from eating so many little men just like this one would be. Mr BigBelly started laughing a deep rumbling laugh.

The End.

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