Brat Removers

     It was a rush job for Richie. He specialized in the removal of spoiled brats. A parent or neighbor would call and pay him a generous amount of money. In return Richie would take care of the brat and make them disappear. He was on the way to a take care of one such pest, a little boy named Davie. Apparently the parents were going to have important company over in several hours and that was how long he had to take the brat out of the picture and remove any trace that he lived in the house. He loved his job, something easily discernable from his pot belly. He grinned and rubbed his growling stomach, “shh, not long now boy and you’ll be full once more” he whispered to his stomach.

     Seven year old Davie was sitting on his bed pouting. ‘just because I ate that girl next door, they act like I’ve committed some terrible crime, she was just a girl’ he mused to himself before letting out a squeaky fart ‘and she gave me gas too’  He heard his parents leave the house and smirked before he crept out of his room to go play video games, unaware of his impending fate.

     Richie pulled up to the house and watched the parents put an envelope in the mailbox before they got into their car and sped away. He got out of his car and walked to the door of the house. He opened the door and quietly entered the home, shutting and locking the door, before creeping towards the sounds of pixilated gunfire. His mouth slid into a grin and began to water when he caught sight of his mission. The boy was about four feet tall with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He looked pudgy, with a belly protruding from his shirt and chubby cheeks covered in freckles. 

    Davie sat unaware of the predatory eyes upon him. All he knew was the violence of his game and the gurgling in his belly. He emptied a can filled with an energy drink before letting out a loud burp and giggling to himself. He raised his leg and let another burst of gas escape from his rear. “is it time to come out Trixie?” he asked his belly. He grinned and got up, moving to the bathroom to get rid of his last meal.

      Richie hid in the shadows and watched the boy empty his bowels of gas before he exited the room. The moment the boy reentered the room, Richie was upon him. “well well, it seems that you’re going be a very filling meal The remover said as he gazed at the boy’s pudgy form. Davie stared at the man in shock and fear, unable to move in time and before he could scream, he was tied up and an apple was shoved into his gaping mouth, the man gazing at him as he lay on the floor. The man hoisted him up and went to his room, before dropping him on the bed and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Davie was scared. A strange man had just tied him up and stuck an apple into his mouth so he couldn’t scream. He lay on his bed dazed for a few moments before the door opened and the man returned with a large box. The man grinned at him before he pulled a trash bag out and began to empty his room of all his toys and clothes. When he was done he dumped the bag in the large box and moved towards Davie. He leaned in and licked his cheek before grinning and whispering “tasty”. With a hungry grin he pulled out a knife and sliced the boy’s clothes off, leaving him bound and gagged in nothing but his tighty whities. Richie grinned at the boy and whisperd into his ear “I’m gonna eat you all up
     
      Richie smacked his lips and grabbed the boy by the waist and raised him up to his open mouth before swallowing the boy’ head and proceeding to his shoulders. He forcefully takes more and more of the boy into his mouth and swallows him down his dark gullet, his stomach filling quickly with his prey. In another minute every last bit of his target is inside his bulging stomach. He let out a satisfied belch and after a moment began to strip the bed of it’s sheets, stuffing them into the box. With that done he exit’s the room with the box on his shoulder. Richie leaves the home with every last trace of the boy, placing the box in his trunk before he gets in the car and drives home. He stops halfway there and throws the box onto the ground before dousing it in gas and lighting it on fire. He gets back in the car and drives home.

     Inside Davie is uncomfortable and scared. He knew what was going to happen to him, he’d done it to the neighbor girl and had in fact just pooped her remains out when he’d been attacked, now that was going to happen to him. He was going to gurgle and churn for this strange man and he’d give the man gas. Davie knew that every time the man burped or farted he’d smell Davie in it and smile. Worst of all, Davie knew that soon he’d be sliding out this man’s butt and into his toilet, and that would be it for Davie. He’d no longer be a little boy, he’d be a pile of poop in the toilet. While he’d been musing on his fate, the stomach had eaten away at his bindings. However he was too sleepy to do anything, so he sighed deeply and fell unconscious, the last thing he heard was the sound of a rumbling belch. 

      Richie lay back on his couch holding his distended stomach and grinning from ear to ear. The boy had stopped moving and his stomach had started to gurgle loudly as it digested him. Richie let out a thunderous belch and grinned, he was full, happy and well paid, he loved his job. 

The next morning;

     Richie woke up and let out a trumpeting fart, the air filling with the scent of a digested boy. He sniffed the air and grinned before he got up and ambled along to his toilet, the first thing he’d bought when he’d become a brat remover; specially constructed to handle the large amount of waste his job created. He sat down on the toilet and rubbed his belly before he felt his pucker widen as Davie was pushed back into the world. Slowly a thick, heavy log began to slide out, coiling when it reached the bowl. Richie grunted and farted as the log broke off and a new one began to slide out. It had been hard at first, but after the first log, Davie had stared to slide out at a faster speed, coming out of the man who had eaten him as a long, thick, rope of poop. Richie panted after he had finished emptying his bowels of the boy and then he pissed the rest of Davie out of his bladder and into the toilet, enjoying the way the piss felt as it left his body. With one last fart, he wiped and got up, gazing at what was left of the little boy. He felt himself becoming hard as he gazed upon his work in silence. He broke the silence with a loud belch and walked out of the room, a heavy masturbation session in his future.