Lilian’s Bellies

Sitting on the floor of the train, your legs dangled precariously over the side. Watching the land move by at a decent pace. Not slow, not fast, just right. It’s been almost a month since you and Bexton met. At this point, you’d consider him a great friend. Eccentric and a little bit strange, but a friend nonetheless. You take a big inhale as the wind gently kissed your face. This is honestly one of the best parts about living in a train. The open air, the rustic feel, it was amazing.

“Y/N! There you are! Having fun are you?” Bexton asked, approaching you from the side. You glance over and give him a small smile.

“Hey Bex, yeah I’m having fun. Just looking at the scenery.” You explain. Bexton nodded in understanding, also watching the scenery pass by. It was very peaceful and nice. Much nicer than you thought it would be. Bexton quietly sat down beside you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the scenery passed by. You were about to speak up until you hear something. A distant thump within the train. Causing you and Bexton to look at each other.

“You heard that too, right?” Bexton asked.

“Yeah, I did.” You responded. Both of you turned towards the direction of the noise. It was distant sure, but you both knew it was on the train itself. Slowly you both get up, Bexton walks in front of you as the two of you walk slowly through the train. So far, nothing caught your eye.

“Do you think it was just something falling over?” You ask, looking up at the masked magician in front of you. Causing Bexton to shake his head.

“No no… I know it wouldn’t be something falling over. Too loud.” Bexton was adamant about his words. You two walk through the train at a slow pace, carefully opening doors. Until eventually you two arrive to the very last train car. Whereupon you saw what had made that noise.

Four men, all dressed in black. Rummaging through Bexton’s stuff like it was their own. Completely unaware of the fact that they had been caught. They were so brazen about it that neither of you said anything for a few seconds. Until finally Bexton cleared his throat. Causing all four of them to whip around and stare at you both.

“I believe that stuff is mine.” Bexton says, narrowing his eyes. The men didn’t say anything for a while.

“Oh shit! Sorry sorry man! We’ll leave! We’ll go!” The smallest of the four stammered, dropping an old book and backing away. However, one the taller men stopped him.

“Ay dude, chill. This dude is scrawny.” “Exactly what I was thinkin’…” the biggest one spoke, crossing his arms. Glaring at Bexton with a challenging expression. “What are you gonna do pipsqueak? Gonna fight us? Good fuckin’ luck.”

The four men look at you both with a challenging expression on their faces. Even the smallest was trying to look intimidating. Bexton chuckles softly and adjusted his ponytail.

“I may be scrawny, but I don’t need muscle to beat you all in a fight. All I need is my magic!” Bexton grins with a glint visible behind his mask. He suddenly chanted and waved a hand. It took you a second, but you soon realized something. Bexton was chanting that spell that shrunk you a while ago.

“Magic..? Magic ain’t real you…” one the men tried to speak more, but the dizziness caught up to him. At about the same speed that it took to shrink you, the four men all became tiny. Causing them to fall to the ground and dizzily look around. Bexton chuckles again and motions for you to follow him. The two of you approached the four tiny men, and with a swift motion Bexton picked them all up in one hand.

“Wow, you all really tried to steal from a master magician. How foolish…” Bexton taunted the four, who were all struggling and squirming in Bexton’s grip.

“What are you gonna do with them..?” You asked, a curious gaze upon your face. Bexton hums in thought, thinking about what he could do.

*grrrooowwl….*

You both paused, and Bexton looked down at his tummy. Empty and growling for food. That’s right, he didn’t really eat much today. It’s no wonder he’s hungry. Bexton’s mask shifted into a sinister expression.

“Hmhmhm… I have an idea. Y/N, be a dear and hold these three for me. I want to start with the small one.” Bexton says, handing three of the men over to you while he held the smallest man. This piqued your interest as well as your confusion. But you take the men into your grip. You didn’t have to hold them that tight at all.

“W-whoa whoa whoa… easy man. I don’t want any trouble! I’m sorry!” The man tried feebly to persuade Bexton into letting him go. Bexton however, wasn’t swayed. Carefully he moved his mask up just enough to reveal his scarred mouth. Then he carefully pressed the smaller man up to his stomach. Whereupon the guy could hear Bexton’s guts churning and grumbling for food.

“Hear that? I’m starving… I think it’s time I get myself a well deserved little snack.” Bexton then holds the man above him. You watch as Bexton opened his mouth, and shoved the guy into his gaping maw.

Both you and the three other men pause as Bexton tasted the smaller gentleman. Honestly, you felt a little bit jealous. Being swallowed by Bexton again made you think. However, you soon feel the men in your grasp start freaking out as Bexton swallowed the guy. Making Bexton sign in relief.

“Mmm… rather tasty for a thief.” He commented.

“Holy shit! You’re fucking insane!” One of the men shouted, making Bexton huff and carefully pluck him out of your grip.

“Is that anyway to talk to someone who decides your fate?” Bexton asked, his words punctuated by his belly grumbling. Still a little hungry from the first fool he swallowed. The man struggled and tried to free himself. But of course, it didn’t do anything. Bexton just hoisted the man above his maw. With a swift motion, he drops the second thief into his mouth. With a smile, he swallows.

“Phew… much better…” He commented, but then a sinister smirk tugs at his lips. “But since you four decided to trouble me, I think I deserve a nice big meal~”

“Bexton, don’t overwhelm yourself with these thieves. If you’re full then why not just toss these two out of the train?” You asked, causing Bexton to kind of scoff at you.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that? It’s much more fun to devour them all. Besides…” Bexton suddenly yoinked one of the other men from your grip, leaving you with the biggest one. “I think this one wants to join his other no good friends…”

“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?! We gave everything back and you decide to eat us?!” The man argued his point as he struggled and squirmed. Bexton just chuckles dryly and shakes his head.

“Oh no no, if I recall you threatened myself and Y/N. In my book, that’s an offense that comes with punishment. Punishment that involves me finally getting my meal!” Bexton declares, dropping the third thief into his mouth before he could argue.

You watch as Bexton tasted the thief before forcing him down his throat. A huge huff escaped his lips as he rubs his tummy. Which looks pretty swollen and full. Probably also slightly sore too. Bexton was huffing and puffing now. Breathless as he felt the three thieves squirming around inside him.

“Bexton… you look ready to pop. This isn’t worth it.” You attempted to reason with him one last time. But of course, he doesn’t listen.

“It is worth it! I can handle myself Y/N.” Bexton explained, snatching the biggest guy from your grip. You weren’t even sure if Bexton could swallow this guy. He seemed too big for a human’s throat. But, whatever. When he realizes that he messed up, then you can tell him off.

Bexton lifted the last guy, who had given up at this point, above his open mouth. He forced him in, tasting him carefully. Then, he attempted to swallow. But just as you suspected, too big. Bexton had a hard time swallowing the last thief. Throat bulging and mouth forming a little grimace. He ended up having to guide the lump in his throat downwards.

Eventually, he managed to get it down with a loud, heavy sigh. Full of relief and fullness. But it didn’t take long for Bexton to start whining and whimpering.

“Oooooh dear… I can feel them wriggling. Ugh… perhaps you were right…” he says groggily, rubbing his very round belly. You huff and shake your head. Going in to rub his tummy as well.

“I told you, but you don’t listen to me.” You scolded him. You could actually feel the thieves kicking and squirming within his stomach. It felt kind of strange, but it also made you blush a little.

“I know… I’m sorry… just keep going until I fall asleep.” Bexton requested, lowering his mask so it covered his whole face. You sigh again, but this time it’s in an endearing manner. Gently, your hand keeps rubbing his tummy. Slow, soothing circles across his middle. The squirming slowly came to a stop. You assume that the thieves just gave up.