Hammed
Bill is an 8ft Anthro Bull Security Guard with an ever-present hunger. Eric is a theif who wants something valuable. When the perfect crime is foiled by an innocent act, Eric finds himself in the most undesirable circumstance and Bill is suddenly no longer hungry.
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Hammed
By ilbv
Bill's stomach rumbled. He quickly looked down at it and placed his hand over it. After a few pats, it stopped and Bill quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Guests were going about their business as usual.
Bill sighed with relief.
It seemed that since he had taken the job as new Museum security guard, all Bill wanted to do was eat. He was an 8ft anthro bull and ate seven times a day before the job. Now in every spare minute, he ate something.
Since he was closely related to the Minotaur species, he had dreams and desires to eat people.
Now, he was walking among them and they came in droves to admire the displays of the museum. Bill would have gobbled up dozens of people if he had been a real Minotaur, or even just really hungry, but he knew that he would be killed if he ever tried such an act.
Bill ate a fridge full of food and a large section of the park lawn everyday before work just to get him through until his lunch break.
The first few days of the new job were really hard, but Bill had been working for nearly a year and had mastered his self control. He was able to live normally and although always hungry, he didn't look at people and immediately think of them inside his belly.
But whenever his belly growled, Bill had to look down so he wouldn't be tempted to swallow a person. Once the grumbling stopped, he would look around to make sure no one was looking at him awkwardly.
The humans never looked at Bill as a threat or one who could eat them. They pretty much went about their business and whenever they spoke to him, he was treated like any figure of authority. The only difference was that people had to look up to him a lot more than they would if talking to a human.
Now, with another empty belly shouting at him, Bill looked at his watch and hurried to his locker to grab a sandwich. He swallowed the sandwich in three bites and burped. He would be full after eating nine more. Bill looked at his watch again. His break was over in 2 minutes.
Bill chowed down on his sandwiches and even swallowed the last two whole in order to report back to duty.
The rest of the day went by as usual and the only incident was in the cafeteria when a child had thrown a bag of chips in his mother's bag without her knowing. Bill had spotted the incident and quickly righted it. "Just be more careful next time." He said to the mother. Then he knelt down and smiled at the child. "I like chips too, just be sure to ask your mom to get them for you next time." The child looked shyly at Bill and ran to give him a hug.
Bill was taken aback, then closed his eyes and smiled as he hugged the child back. His hands were so big that they covered the child completely. Bill's stomach growled.
He let go of the child and stood up again. "Have a nice day ma'am," he said. The mother picked up the child and said, "Thank-you officer."
Bill watched them depart and once they were out of view, he licked his lips and rubbed hiss stomach. "I need food." He said. Then he swiftly raced back to his locker to down another ten sandwiches.
After the museum closed and people were leaving, Bill went to the change room to get out of his security guard outfit. He was on night patrol the following night.
As he left the room, he dropped his keys and bent to pick them up. As he did, he yawned.
Bill didn't see the man coming around the corner, and the man was not expecting a large bull to be right around the corner either.
The two collided. Since Bill was knelt down and yawing, the man's head went right into Bill's mouth. His face pressed and bounced off Bill's large tongue and Bill at the same time closed his mouth from his yawn. The man struggled and instantly Bill realized what was happening and he spit the man's head out. Bill gasped and his hands flew to his face.
The man sputtered and fell to the floor. "Sir, I'm so sorry about that! Here let me help you up." Bill said and offered the man his hand. The man stood up himself and adjusted his tie and name tag which read Eric. "When he saw Bill take a step toward him, he backed away. "Stay away from me! You think you can go around eating people!? Well guess what? I won't be having any part of it. I'll be talking to your supervisor before the week is done to ensure no one ends up in your stomach!"
With that, Eric quickly departed. Bill felt embarrassed and slowly made his way back to the office to clock out. As he turned, he licked his lips. Eric had been on Bill's tongue...Bill had tasted human. And he liked it. Bill's stomach growled again and Bill patted it to rest.
As Bill clocked out, the other night guard, a man named Rick entered the office to clock in. "Hey Bill, heard from a customer that you tried to eat him." Bill laughed and patted his stomach, "And he tasted great." Bill said. The two of them laughed, but Bill had actually meant it.
"It was so weird; he just assumed I was trying to eat him." Bill said after explaining what had happened. Rick said, "Well don't worry about, I told him I'd talk to you and now I have." Bill nodded and headed out the door. His stomach growled louder this time. "So, you hungry eh?" Rick asked. Bill rubbed his stomach. "I'm starving, haven't eaten in an hour." He said. Rick laughed and patted Bill's stomach. "So Bill, if you really could eat humans...how many would you eat?"
Bill looked at Rick kind of shocked, "Uh, well...I could fit four inside my stomach easy, six at most. But in a 24 hour period, I could swallow probably at least 56." Rick nodded and smiled, "Well I'll be sure to be the 57th person you meet." Bill chuckled nervously. "Nah Rick, I'd never eat you." Rick smirked, "Course you wouldn't, I carry my gun and knife on me at all times. I'd be outta you in seconds." There was a pause, and then Rick asked, "So how would you eat the people? And what about making room for more?"
Bill shifted his weight, "I would, uh...swallow em whole, cause I don't like gore, and I'd keep em safe in my stomach, then when it would be time for more, well. The people would just go away. I don't know how exactly, but they wouldn't die or be digested."
"Strange." Rick said. Then he patted Bill's stomach again and headed out. Bill stood in the doorway for a moment holding his stomach and licking his lips.
That night he dreamt about swallowing people and them wanting him to eat them and everything just being perfect.
Bill was on nights the next day so he allowed himself to sleep longer and he continued to dream of people lining up to be eaten by him.
That night at work, Bill clocked in as the museum closed and met Rick on the way out. The two of them exchanged a few words and soon after, Bill was all alone in the museum.
He walked around the building twice and stopped in the office to have a snack. Then he continued his rounds. This was Bill's job every other night for 12 hours. He got a huge salary for it and most of it went to his grocery bill. None the less, he had been walking for 3 hours when he decided to have another snack. Bill had packed sandwiches and chips as his snacks. Bill went in the office and grabbed a family sized bag of chips. After munching them down, he chugged 4 Gatorades and belched softly. He patted his belly which was still not satisfied and headed
off again to make his rounds.
It was in the silence of the office that a ceiling vent slowly opened. A small rope was lowered out and something began to climb down. It was Eric.
The now small human had been testing a shrinking serum and once he found success, he plotted to steal valuables from the museum.
The previous day he had been casing the area, his unfortunate brush with Bill had made him a little nervous, but he didn't worry about it now.
Eric had researched extensively in the museum archives and discovered that a small ring that once belonged to a royal prince of thePhilippineswas just the size that he could steal in his reduced state.
When Eric drank the serum, he would be reduced to only being 4 inches tall. Then he had an alternative serum that worked in reverse and would cause Eric to return to his normal height of 5ft.
Now, on the night of the heist, Eric had crawled through the air conditioning ducts until he made it into the office. He slipped out of the vent and climbed down a small rope he had fashioned out of dental floss. The rope reached from the vent to the desk. Eric landed with a small thud and looked around. He smiled and began to assemble his equipment, more dental floss rope, gum, and his backpack.
Eric walked to the edge of the desk and looked down, it was a 25 ft drop to him, so he threw down another rope and hastened his way down.
As he made his way to the office door, the floor began to shake. Then it stopped, then started again. Eric tensed and braced for the motions. Suddenly he realized that Bill was coming back! "Crap." Eric thought, "He'll see the rope!" Eric had no more time to think.
At that moment the door swung open and Bill stepped into the office. Eric froze as Bill's huge boot loomed over him. Eric dove under the desk and avoided being crushed. Now that he was small, everyday sounds were amplified. Bill's heavy breathing rolled through the air. Eric peeked out from under the desk and up at the massive Bull. Bill had not fastened his jacket up all the way and Eric saw his muscled stomach. It growled loudly and Eric thought about how he had almost gone inside it the day before.
He shuddered and then moved his gave to Bill's face.
Bill had been patrolling for two hours and was getting hungry again. He made his way to the office to grab another snack. As he bit into his sandwich, Eric silently watched.
Eric gaped as he saw the top row of Bill's teeth and the roof of his mouth as it opened to receive more food. Then he watched in what seemed like slow motion as Bill chewed his sandwich. The noised echoed down to Eric and he felt smaller than he really was. Finally, Bill swallowed his sandwich and to him it was no big deal, just another meal going down the hatch.
To Eric, the small bulge grew in Bill's throat as the sandwich tipped off of Bill's tongue and descended into his stomach.
The sounds of saliva and sloshing foods and swallowing ringed in Eric's small ears. He was almost hypnotized and nearly falling asleep. The sounds were so pleasing and entrancing. Then Bill snuffed and walked out of the office. He had not noticed the small dental floss ropes hanging from the ceiling and desk.
His thunderous footsteps jostled Eric out of his daze and he fell over. As soon as Bill had vacated office, belly still gurgling, Eric got up and quickly crawled under the door crack and walked in the other direction.
As Eric walked he looked at his watch and calculated. "If I'm back within the two hour mark I can make an escape perfectly."
As he continued walking, a loud belch echoed through the halls. "Better make it hour and a half." He thought.
It occurred to Eric that there would be some trouble if Bill discovered him. "He'll probably just squash me under his boot or eat me and pretend nothing had ever happened. That bull is so eager to eat someone; he would be all over the opportunity."
It took Eric twenty minutes to find his way to the location of the ring he desired. Once he found it, he grabbed his floss rope and squashed some gum on one end. He threw the rope and it stuck on the stand holding the ring. Eric laughed with satisfaction and began to climb. It took another twenty minutes because once Eric fell and another time, Bill was passing that part of the hallway. As Bill's footsteps echoed closer, Eric cursed and jumped back to the ground and yanked his rope off the stand. Then he hid behind it as Bill's flashlight beam cased the room. After a snort of approval, Bill walked away and continued his rounds.
When Eric finally got to the top of the stand where the ring was perched, he looked at his watch. Half hour to go. "Alright, five minutes to steal the ring, twenty to get back to the office and the last five to escape. I can do it!"
Eric pulled at the fasteners and loosened them. Then he lifted the glass and yanked the beautiful ring from its holster and shoved it into his backpack. Because Eric was so small, he was able to remove the ring without tripping the motion alarm.
Eric quickly strapped his bag on and repelled down the stand. Upon reaching the ground he glanced at his watch. "Right on schedule, but I better hurry." He said.
Eric raced back to the office, hampered by his stolen prize. He had to hide behind a plant at one point to avoid Bill again but quickly regained his lost time. Then, two hallway blocks from the office door, Eric stopped short. Bill was at a vending machine down the hall. Eric had to wait as the large ever-hungry bull purchased every item in the vending machine and stood their eating it. Eric watch pretzels, chips, cookies and candy bars slip into Bill's mouth and disappear down his throat with scarcely a full bite. Once Bill had eaten the last chocolate bar, he placed his hand on his stomach and rubbed. A loud rumble echoed out of it. Bill sighed and looked at his watch. "Calm down stomach, I'll feed you in 10 minutes. I have a few ham sandwiches left."
Bill continued his rounds and Eric watched him round a corner. Then he sprinted for the office. Eric climbed his dental floss rope onto the desk and quickly pulled it up. As he was sticking it in his bag, the room began to shake and Bill's footsteps returned. Eric knew that Bill was coming back and he had to hurry.
Eric raced to his second rope and began to climb, halfway up he lost his grip and dropped to the desk below. He landed on his back and had the wind knocked out of him. He lay there for a second then realized he had to leave now or be eaten. Despite the pain, Eric got up and climbed again.
Eric struggled with the weight of himself and the ring, but he finally managed to make it to the vent. As he rolled in, he exhaled and moaned in pain and happiness for he had made it. Then he remembered the rope! Quickly Eric rolled on his chest ad pulled the rope up as he watched the doorknob turn. The last bit of rope was pulled through the vent as Bill stepped into the office.
Eric lay on his back for a long time smiling. He had made it. A valuable ring had been stolen and Bill was the only suspect. He would be fired and the museum could go back to being for human's only.
Bill entered the office hungrier than ever it seemed. He clutched his stomach as it roared like and earthquake. Bill grabbed his final sandwiches and sat at his desk. He unwrapped one and swallowed it whole. He did the same with three more, and then he knew he had to pace himself if he wanted them to last. Bill ate another sandwich, slowly this time. He managed to make it last two bites. The next one was three bites. Finally, Bill forced himself to eat the next two sandwiches with four bites, but it was too hard and he stuck to eating the others with just two bites.
Bill's stomach had an entire vending machine's worth of snacks and 11 ham sandwiches inside it and it still roared. Bill was starving and he needed to eat more.Sandwichafter sandwich went down the hatch and still Bill was hungry. He drank 7 Gatorades and a family-size bag of chips and pretzels. Bill's stomach remained the same size but it was still gurgling.
Meanwhile, Eric had decided to make his escape and had finally gained enough strength to stand. He hauled his prize and equipment with him as he made his way deeper into the vents.
The rapid eating had caused Bill to break into a sweat and he pulled off his shirt to cool off. Bill wiped his forehead and drank a bottle of water. "I need to cool off." He said. His belly gurgle again and he placed his hand on it as he walked to the air conditioning dial on the wall. Bill could feel his stomach contents move around as he walked. It made him chuckle.
Bill switched on the air conditioner and went back to his desk as the cold air rushed over him. "Ahh much better." He said. Bill reached for another sandwich and gulped it down. "Hmm, maybe some more mustard might make it more filling." Bill pondered. He grabbed another sandwich and opened it. "Shoot, I left the mustard in my bag." Bill got up and went to the locker room to get the mustard.
Eric had been chuckling to himself one minute and the next he was flying backwards through the air. The vent was pushing him back to where he had come and Eric had no chance against the wind. His bag was ripped off of him. The ring and ropes flew out. Everything was flying. Eric was flung back against the vent he had escaped from and slipped out. As he fell to what would have been certain death, he managed to grab the dental rope and held on as he went over the edge.
He fell for a second then the rope grew taught and Eric was just hanging in the office again. He frantically looked around for any sign of Bill, seeing none he breathed a sigh of relief and began to climb back up the rope. Suddenly the ring blew out of the vent and fell past Eric. He watched it go and cursed himself. Suddenly he felt the rope jerk from his hand and he fell.
Eric thought it was over. He would die on impact with the desk, Bill would discover his small body, and probably swallow him to hide any evidence and just to get a human inside him.
Eric landed hard, but it was not on the desk. He landed on the ham slices in Bill's sandwich. The impact had been absorbed by the meat, but it was enough to daze Eric.
Bill had gathered his mustard and other condiments and returned to the office. He didn't even notice that there was a small human on his sandwich as he started drinking a water and opening the mustard.
Eric stirred and lifted his head. Suddenly he was covered with mustard and before Eric could register what was happening, a dark shadow loomed over him and a large soft surface went over top of him. It pressed down on him and Eric took a huge whiff, he knew immediately that he was being swished by a slice of bread.
Fear rose in Eric, "Shit! Now that bull is going to eat me after all! Shit!" Eric was so mad, but he didn't want to make any noise so he just braced himself. Everything had gone wrong and now, he was about to be eaten alive.
"Well, if that bull is going to eat me, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he is going to eat me." Eric thought.
What Bill was thinking was how hungry he still was and as he lathered on mustard and squeezed the bread back on, he lifted the sandwich to his mouth and opened wide.
Eric felt himself being lifted and he slowly moved over to one side so he wouldn't be bitten in half.
Bill bit the sandwich and chewed slowly, relishing the taste as all the flavours slithered over his large tongue. Eric was in the half of the sandwich that had not been eaten yet.
Bill swallowed what was in his mouth and since Eric had been so close, it sounded so loud and wet. Eric's heart raced. He heard the mouth open in a slimy slip and felt himself moving forward.
Bill shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and closed it. His tongue slipped out of his lips and licked them.
Eric grabbed hold of the ham as best he could, but it was slimy itself and as the sandwich moved onto the teeth, Eric rolled out. "I mustn't move, and I mustn't get crushed either!" Eric hit the tongue and went as solid as he could, posing as a piece of the sandwich.
Eric watched as the place he had just been was squished under Bill's massive teeth. Eric was bouncing around on the tongue which sloshed him from side to side and covered him with saliva.
Bill tasted his sandwich and could have sworn that he was tasting something different than a ham sandwich. It was something he had tasted before, and it was really good. But whatever it was it slipped Bill's mind and he continued to chew what was in his mouth.
Eric dodged the teeth and was slowly slipping to the back of Bill's mouth. Suddenly everything tipped and Eric went sliding backwards and over the edge of Bill's tongue. Bill swallowed hard and it felt so good. Eric was free falling down Bill's throat and oesophagus. He couldn't yell or do anything; he was staring around him as chewed food particles past him. The decent lasted five seconds and Eric landed in Bill's stomach with a soft splash. Eric was immersed in green, soupy liquids. Eric treaded and his shoes fell off and sank to the bottom of the stomach. Eric looked around and noticed a lot of food bobbing about: sandwiches all soggy from the liquids, pretzels, chips now all scummy, and dozens of candy bars. The green liquid smelled like limes and Eric guessed it was Gatorade. Eric swam over to a sandwich that Bill had swallowed whole and climbed on top of it. He sat on the bread and stared around him. "So this is what it is like to be eaten." He said. His voice echoed. It only made Eric feel more alone.
Bill scarfed down another sandwich and suddenly stopped. He waited and listened. His stomach had stopped growling. Bill placed his hands on it, no motions or feelings of wanting more. Bill was...full.
"I can't believe it!" I'm full! I don't feel like eating anymore." Bill said and he began to laugh with happiness and he pounded his belly. This sent Eric flying back into the soupy liquids. He sputtered and was jostled as a wave washed over him. When the motions finally subsided, he climbed back onto a sandwich.
Bill licked his lips and swallowed again. He was feeling so good and he had no idea why. His stomach knew, and his tongue knew, but that was it. Bill sat back on his chair and stretched. Then he got up and continued his rounds. He walked for hours and inside him, Eric was slowly dozing off with the pleasant swaying the stomach was doing.
As the early morning hours turned into regular daytime hours, Bill headed to the locker room to change. He met Rick there. "Hey Bill, how was the shift?" Rick asked. Bill rubbed his stomach, "Nothing unusual, but I'm not hungry right now." Rick raised his eyebrows. "Ah. Finally satisfy that belly of yours?" Bill nodded and a large grin went across his face. "What'ya do, swallow a burglar?" Rick laughed. Bill patted him on the back. "Does it look like it? Trust me; he'd leave a nice bulge in my gut. But oh how nice that would be." Bill said.
Eric heard this conversation and sulked the whole way through.
As Bill headed back to the office to gather his other things, he saw his last sandwich unwrapped on the desk. "meh, what the heck?" he said. Bill sat down and opened his sandwich. He might have been full, but his belly always had room for more. As he opened the sandwich to squeeze mustard onto it, he noticed a small fleck on the desk, and something that looked like leather. He pushed his finger onto them and examined them. "Oh, a loose bacon bit and grain of salt. Well wouldn't want that to go to waste." He put them into his sandwich and ate it.
Eric had awakened as the chewed sandwich splashed around him. Then something else landed in the stomach. Eric squinted and recognised his backpack. He huffed.
Then something hit him on the head, it was the ring. Eric picked it up and looked into the stone that was as big as his head. "You got me into this." He blamed, but he knew it was all his fault. He tossed the ring into the stomach and it sank to the bottom.
As Bill got up to leave after his mini meal, he felt a small fibre on his shirt. He looked at his shoulder and saw the dental floss rope. "Hmm. How'd that get there?" he wondered. But Bill shrugged it off and pulled it from the vent. He smelled it and smiled, "mm minty." He said. Then he walked out of the office, flossing his teeth.