The Hitchhiker
By: Tebel

Bobby Derugun is widly known to the FBI as "The Magician". He is responsible for the disapearance of many many people among alot of police officers or anyone who stood in his way. Hes a bank robber now but at one point he entertained children with amazing magic tricks. Over the years his stress built up more and more until one day a mother was arguing with him that hes horrible and that she refuses to pay him. He got fed up and eventually ... she dissapeared. thats the only known dissapearance he caused thats proven. Ever since then he started to get fatter and fatter until he grew a good sized belly among huge muscles. He was always short and husky and lifted weights, even when he was good and smoked cigars alot.

Well one FBI agent had an obsurd idea that he shrinks people and eats them. He found a small shoe along his trail that had blood on it. He spent alot of time dedicated to following Bobbys trail but in fear that he would end up in his belly as well he always stood back. Eventually he too dissapeared and his case was forgotten.

It was a warm summer day in northern california. A boy named Chris was fed up with his life and descided to get away once and for all. He had a few hundred dollars in his pocket and drove an old caddie. He was driving down some hills when he was a hitchiker. The hitchiker was short but looked very buff and built but was pretty tubby at the same time. He had a big cigar in his mouth and did a little dance to hopefully get a drivers attention. Chris was amused by the guys funny dancing and pulled over to let him in. The hitchiker had orange short matted hair and freckles on his chubby cheeks. On his right cheek was a scar.

"Hey thanks man, mind if i smoke in here?"

"Sure no problem."

The hitchiker threw his bags in the back seat and hopped in the front.

"Whoo, its hot out there, names Bobby." Bobby went out to shake Chrises hand, Chris shook it. "Shoo where ya headed," Bobby said ashing his cigar out the window.

"Im not sure, just going south i guess. Maybe Los Angeles."

"AH, cool cool. Well i just go whereever, i travel the country. I see alot of things. Great fun, you should try it."

It was alittle dark out and bobby was fiddling with chris's radio. His cigar was already burnt out but he looked like he had another one in his front teshirt pocket.

"Hey buddy, your lookign tired, how bout i take over. for awhile."

"Really sure!" Chris pulled over to the side and the both of them exited the car.

"Hey, before we get back in how bout i show ya a little trick out here. I was a magician way back when."

"Sure i love magic."

"Okay then well first you might wanna empty your pockets and put the stuff on the hood of your car. It might get alil rough and i dont wanna see your stuff flying and getting lost."

chris was curious and obayed.

"Okay then now on one, two three."

Just then chris saw a bright light. when it subsided he seemed to be somewhere else. There were giant rocks and massive plants that looked like weeds. But then it dawned on him when he felt giant footsteps. He was shrunken down. He saw Bobby as a massive giant taking the wallet and the other stuff that was in chris's pocket and poceting it himself.

"WHoooo little guy, you were pretty loaded! good thing you picked me up." Bobby said in a thunderious booming voice. Chris tried to run but bobbys giant foot got in the way. "Whoa there kid, i aint done with you, you best stay here. Besides theres things out there that would eat you whole."

Bobby took the second cigar out of his front pocket and lit it, then with his giant chubby hands picked up chris and started to rip his cloth off. Plumes of cigar smoke choked the air chris was breathing.

"Well now kid i hate to do this to ya but im a wanted man and theres no better way of getting rid of witnesses and evidence other than... eating it."

Bobby started to bring chris closer to his mouth, his fat lips opened up revealing a row of giant teeth and one missing one. Chris was screaming as he kicked his tounge starting to coat his feet with saliva.

"WAIT! PLEASE DONT EAT ME! ILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, ILL BE YOUR PET, ILL BE YOUR SLAVE ANYTHING JUST PLEASE DONT EAT ME!!!"

Bobby stopped and bit down lighting on chris, leaving him pressed between his lips. With his other hand he pulled chris back out, he was now coated with thick spit. Bobby put the cigar back into his mouth and puffed it alittle. Then he placed chris on the car hood.

"Hmm, a pet. Well one one hand, i could use you big time in bank robberies. Then on the other hand i was looking forward to eating you." bobby said ashing his giant cigar on chris. "Aww dangit, me and my soft feelings, well okay ill keep you as a pet, just remember kid...your mine now. Your my property and i can do whatever i want with you. Even rip of your arms if i want to so you better do everything i say... or else." Bobby patted his belly indicating that he would eat chris. Chris nodded his head.

"Verrry good then. Well i have a cage somewhere in my bag." Bobby picked chris up and put him in his front pocket. His feet stood in a bit of tobacco that fell out of bobbys cigar. Bobbys chest was so big that chris seemed to be resting in his pocket diagloly. Bobby continued rummaging through his bag looking for something while puffing his giant cigar.

"AHH here it is," Bobby took out a small cricket cage and put Chris in it. "This is your home now. I call it the lunchbox." Bobby laughted out loud hurting Chris's ears. Bobby threw the cage in the front seat and sat down. He took the keys and started the car up.

a few hours passed and chris was just sitting in the corner of his cage thinking. He would perioticly look up at bobbys towering body and the giant cigar of his, always thinking that hes in some type of dream. But he knew that if this wasnt, he really was his pet now and any wrong move would and him streight into his belly. Chris wondered just how many people it took for bobby to earn that belly.

"horrible music out here," Bobby said turning the radio off. He took chris out of the little cage and rested him on top of his shoulder. He ashed on him again finding it very amusing to see chris brush off all that ash. "You know im not the first to acctually of descided to keep. Most i just ate cuz i didnt feel like having a pet but some i did keep. THey usually end up disobaying me or ill accidentally sit on them because they escape. because of the carseat the sometimes dont die when i sit on them. Its the farts that kills them." Bobby bellowed in laughter causing chris to cling onto his tshirt. Chris could only think of how evil this man was. After awhile the car parked. It was in a local bank. Bobby took chris and took a long piece of string and tied one end to chris's waist and the other to his big fat finger. He went out of the car and headed towards the bank door. Resing chris on some bench and kneeling down to him.

"Okay lil buddy, heres a way to earn points with me. Im gonna have you go under the door, you go up and unlock it. If you try and funny stuff ill pull you out and do really bad things to you, then eat you." Chris nodded again and Bobby went to pick chris up but was distracted when he heard someone behind him yell "FREEZE"

Bobby smiled devilishy and whispered. "Looks like im gettin something to eat here." and winked to chris. Bobby raised his hands above his head with his cigar clenched in his teeth. Chris was hanging and resing on bobbys back.

"Well copper, looks like you got me."

"HOLY CRAP, YOUR THAT MAGICIAN GUY!!!!!!"

"Yep, and it looks like you got the best of lil ole me."

The naive cop took his handcufs out and went behind bobby, seeing the tiny lil chris dangling on his back. THe cop was frozen with amazment witch was his ultimate downfall. Bobby laughted again and a bright light came from his hands.

the cop was not mearly two inches tall staring up and the towering bobbly looking down at him.

"FE FI FO FUM, I SMELL A COP FOR MY GREAT BIG TUM!"

Bobby descided to toruture the cop by near miss stepping on him. His giant feet caused the little cop to jump in the air. Bobby started hopping up and down laughing out loud seeing the cop screaming in tears trying to get away. Finally bobby picked the cop up and held him in his giant fat hand. With his other hand he look the cigar out of his mouth.

"SO little copper, you thought you could catch me?! do you know how many hopeful cops ended up being a part of my big gut! i eat people liek you for breafkast lunch and dinner!" why do you think ive never been caught before." BObby started to rip the cops cloth off. "and your gonna be my favorate one of all. Because im famished and that little kid here was susposed to be my dinner." Bobby put the cops legs in his teeth breaking his legs. He wrapped his lips around the cop and started to suck him in like a wet spagetti. Then when the cop was in his mouth Bobby savored the taiste. Biting down on a leg or an arm to get the taiste but inevitably keeping him alive to suffer in his stomach. Bobby swallowed the cop down and chris could even hear him scream all the way down. Bobby grabbed chris again in his fat hand and rested his head on his huge gut. "Hear that scream little guy, thats your fate if you fuck this up!"

at this point chris was obediant but terrified. he went under the door climbed it and unlocked the door, all while Bobby watched him with hawk like eyes. the door opened and chris was placed back into his pocket again. Bobby did his thing and ended up taking half the money in the vault and getting away.

A few hours passed and chris was back in the cage. He missed his family so much now, knowing that he may die soon makes him think about how he fought with his family before leaving them. The car parked again and this time it was at a hotel. Bobby took the bags including chris's and headed in the hotel room with chris on his shoulder and a big cigar in his teeth. He threw chris on the bed and leaped on it himself sending chris flying in the air. Bobby started counting his money and putting it in his bag while puffin on his cigar. He had a bottle of whisky and some food. Bobby gave a few scraps to chris and chris ate it. Bobby then poured himself a bottle of whisky and picked up chris.

"Well lil guy, this is where we depart, or well when i put you in my tummy."

"BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT EAT ME!"

"yea i did say i wouldnt eat you." Bobby dropped chris into the glass of whisky. " I never said anything about drinking you."

"NO PLEASE STOP" chris screamed out as the glass headed towards bobbys mouth. the whisky started quickly dumping into his mouth causing chris to scream and grap onto the glass as fast as possible, half his body was resting on bobbys toung as whisky poured on down. Chris frantically clawed his way back into the glass and was now laying at the bottom of it soaked in whisky and spit.

"SO a fighter are ya! Well i got plenty more whisky where that came from." And bobby poured himself a glass again while chris was inside it.

This happened for a little while and eventually Bobby was completely smashed adn out of whisky, he looked in the glass and amazingly chris was still there weeping and terrified but still there.

"Well well, looks like your a tuffy, i like that. Tell you what," he said putting the cigar back in his mouth a relighting it. "Ill keep you for one more week and ill try to drink you again next friday. If you win again then ill keep you again for another week if you lose, well its belly time for you." bobby bellowed in laughter again.

Bobby took chris to the sink and washed him off then drying him with a towel. He layed on the bed watching tv while resing chris on his belly. Eventually bobby fell asleep and even rolled on chris a few times with his huge belly but chris was tied to the string again so he couldnt get away.

Well the next week was very rough, chris's arm was broken once due to bobby being rough with him. He even burned him with his cigar because he got pissed at him. By next friday chris was in very bad shape. But by this time he was ready to die. He couldnt live that type of life anymore. And he tought of death as he sat back in the giant whisky glass again. approaching Bobbys giant mouth.

"Well lil guy, im gonan miss you but in a way youll be part of me now, so your soul wont leave my body. Itll be trapped in my body as i use your soul for mana. Thats why i have ta eat people. But it was nice kid, bottoms up."

Bobby lifted the glass to his mouth and this time bobby slid all the way down his fat toung past his uvula and the last thing chris ever saw was bobbys mouth closing in on his cigar.

Chris was digested and what bobby said was true, his soul could not pass on until bobby died. Bobby ate his soul along with his body. Among many others who wandered bobbys giant gut for about all eternity.

About a month later bobby was out of money again, he had his bag with a little cage inside ready for another person to live inside. Bobby had his cigar in his mouth and did his little funny dance to attract cars. Many lucky ones just passed bobby but again one very unlucky one pulled over. A girl with long blond hair asked him if he wanted a ride. "Sure" bobby said asking her if it was ok to smoke in the car, and tought in his head. "OOOhhh this ones gonna be fun to play with.

The car, with the girl and bobby drove down the desert highway.

noone ever caought bobby, they all had the same fate. he could be king of the world with the power he has but he enjoys traveling the country.

The End

The End