#multi prey

Peter laid back into his lazy boy chair happy and smug. Sitting in his lap was his engorged belly. It was lumpy, wiggling, and talking. Well, the occupants inside are talking mostly arguing about their current situation. Peter chuckles as he runs his hand over angry outlines of the two teenagers who had decided to break into his house. Of course this story needs a little context. 

Peter had been aware of Scott and Stiles stalking him all over town. They're trying to figure out what his dastardly plan was. In truth, he didn't really have one at the moment. Peter was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and they were paranoid. Luckily for Peter the opportunity would soon come. Peter had just gotten back from a meeting with his nephew, Derek. Peter had picked up on the teenage desperation before he even stepped out of his car. Why they were in his house, Peter had no idea. However it was on to prompt him to react accordingly. If they were looking for reason to think he was evil, Peter would happily oblige.

Peter sneaks into the house, easily able to mask his presence. He could hear up on the teenage fumblings happening within his home. Peter creeps into the living room to find Scott trying to open a lock box. The boy's perception was severely lacking, especially for a werewolf. Peter sneaks up on him and pounces. Peter opens his mouth wide and begins to devour the poor pup before he even has a chance. The quiet living room is soon filled with the muffled gulps coming from Peter's mouth and throat. He stuffs Scott down and delights in the meaty flavor that werewolves possessed. Peter devours Scott's shoulders and chest quite easily. His tongue slathers the young man and brings out the flavor. Scott was struggling and wiggling the entire way down. 

Peter slurps up the struggling legs of Scott as he fills Peter's stomach. His 6 pack abs hidden underneath his shirt begins to balloon. The buttons start to unbutton as more of the teenage werewolf dirt bag falls in. Scott curls up and awaits for his feet to be swallowed by Peter. Peter rips the shoes off of Scott and leaves him in just those socks. Then with a deep gulp, the elder werewolf bellies the younger pup. Peter sighs and before he can truly enjoy the sensation of a full belly, he turns to see Stiles watching. Peter was impressed that the little punk was able to sneak up on him. 

“Are you going to run? Or do you know better?”

Stiles runs. Peter doesn't know why he asks. 

Peter catches Stiles easily at the front door. The werewolf pins Stiles' back to the door. Stiles could feel every struggle that Scott was making within Peter's gut. The poor brat could hardly move thanks to Peter’s heavy sphere. Stiles cried out and begged Peter to let them go. That he promised that they would leave Peter alone and they wouldn't go to the police. Peter wondered if the shifting in his belly was Scott's concern for his friend or if he was just trying to find a new way to get comfortable. Either way, Peter chuckles as he licks his lips. He drags wet pink tongue onto Stiles' neck. 

“Oh don't worry, nobody is going to know that you were here, least of all you.”

Peter opens his mouth and descends down on Stiles. Stiles lets out a bloody shriek and his world goes dark…

Which brings Peter back to the present in his lazy chair. Stiles was less meaty than Scott but he was surprisingly more sweet. It caused Peter to drool a little more than he was expecting. Big droplets of drool had landed on Peter's belly. Droplets that he was now rubbing into his hairy belly. The patsy teen popped any remaining buttons on Peter’s shirt. His exposed hairy pectorals and gut are covered in a thin layer of sweat. The combined effort of eating Scott and Stiles have produced a good sheen. Stiles had struggled, even harder than Scott had, but Stiles was a weak human. Peter had restrained Stiles' arms with just his lips. 

Both boys are currently arguing as they struggle inside of Peter's belly. They couldn't believe that Peter had gotten the jump on them and are trying to figure out a way to get out. Peter was deeply amused by this as he gently pats his gut as if encouraging their ideas. The longer they struggled the more pleasurable it would be for Peter. So enabling them with these half-baked escape plans are paramount. The smug werewolf chuckles as he texts a picture of his belly to Derek. Perhaps this would dissuade his nephew from doing anything too outrageous. Lest he share a similar fate. 

Peter stayed like that for hours just rubbing over his belly as both teenagers had their hope whittled down to an inevitable big grudging acceptance. During that time Peter had decided to put on a good movie to accompany his large dinner. It was really something just to occupy time as both boys slowly came to their own conclusions about what was going to happen to them. Peter would let out a huge crass burp here and there to remind them ultimately of what they really were. 

Food. By the time the movie was halfway done, their frantic struggling had turned into a hopeless wiggle. More involuntary than anything else. By the time the credits are rolling, his belly was all but silent and still. 

Peter felt the heaviness of sleep weigh down on his eyelids. It was that blissful sleep that always accompanied after a large meal. Scott and Stiles had long since passed out once they were trapped inside that hot and moist sack. They were awaiting their fate as even more fat and muscle for Peter permanently or if they would wake in their bed as if this was a strange dream. Peter wasn't going to decide one way or the other. For now, he was content just to have the boys where they are. Peter rubs his claws over their forms a final time, content with overall fullness. His final thoughts before drifting into a post bench sleep is how wonderful this would feel to do this again with both of these delinquents. Or…