#squishybellies

"Darling, I'm home!~"

The monstrous figure's baritone voice fills the halls as he enters through the front door, having to hunch down in order to keep from destroying its frame. The tips of his horns just barely scrape against the ceiling as he lumbers towards the living room, toothy grin wide and eyes gleaming in delight. He had just returned from a very successful hunting trip, with one hand the size of a human's torso dragging in a blood-soaked bag holding a decent amount of flesh inside. The pungent smell of iron begins to fill the house - a four-course meal to his senses. Once he reached the kitchen he turns his gaze towards the massive cauldron resting in the left corner; dropping the bag besides it, he goes to fetch some water. It would take a few hours for it all to boil and simmer, especially when adding the spices and vegetables - they'd have to soften up, so preparing today's meal had to start early.

Only when his back is turned does the floor directly beneath the now unattended meat turn an inky mix of purplish-black. Wisps of energy seep out into the air as a clawed wing emerges from below, its gold-embedded skin shining in the dying light of the day. It gropes around for a few moments before catching a feel of flesh held inside burlap, after which the upper half of the creature comes forth: fur lavender in hue, ears and horns hidden by a bicolored jester's cap, a body donning a suit of the same pattern... and an expression that goes beyond hunger into pure greed. As soon as the acrid scent hit his nostrils saliva begins to seep from his jaws, and he glances towards the distracted, hulking figure ahead of him before proceeding to tear into the sack, reaching for the treats inside and stuffing a hunk of raw meat into his mouth before he can be seen and have to wait before food is ready-

"Impatient and impulsive as ever, I see."

The jester froze mid-thievery, cheeks stuffed with flesh as his eyes trailed up towards the coy grin staring down upon him. Sure, Marx's shenanigans can get irritating sometimes, especially when Neil is trying to get things done. But there's something about the jester's actions that render them oddly endearing in a way. What's the word he's looking for? Cutely annoying? That sounds about right.

Marx proceeded to gulp the chunk down whole, slowly retracting his grip from today's catch while maintaining eye contact. His pupils were pinpricks , face crimson now that he's been literally caught red-handed.

"I was hungry-"

"You're always hungry, dear."

There was a pop as the gluttonous comic pushed himself free from his shadowy, multidimensional hideaway, licking his talons clean as he hovered in place, watching as his love worked.

"What'd you get? Some poor guy who just happened to come across you and was an easy catch?"

"A hunter, actually. His screams as I ran my claws through his skin were delightful.~"

"Aw, now I wish I coulda heard 'em..."

With the water poured and the fire beneath starting to glow, the gentleman of a beast turns his attention towards the other parts of the stew: carrots, celery, onions, potatoes, a little bit of parsley just to give it that earthy flavor...

It all gets pushed into the water as it begins to boil, adding to the lovely sound of it bubbling with each chopped piece plopping into place. Soon a lovely aroma fills the air, steam wafting through the open window and into the evening sky.

grrrrmble.

"Still hungry, I assume?~"

Neil gives a deep chuckle before heading over to give Marx a soft kiss on his fluffy cheek. He always seemed to taste of cotton candy - not exactly Neil's absolutely favorite flavor, he's always been more of a savory kind of monstrosity, but it's quite pleasant in its own way.

The jester giggles a bit in sheepish joy at such a gesture, which he quickly reciprocates with a smooch back.

Y'know, I can never put my finger on what his flavor is...

... Why don't I just get a better taste?

"C'mere.~"

Marx embraces his love in a tight hug before opening wide, jaws popping out of place audibly as his bloated tongue snakes out to gently coil around the chimeric monster's neck, maw closing around Neil's head as he gives a muffled shout of surprise. The jester then begins to swallow noisily, throat bulging outward with his companion's bulky frame as it slides down his gullet inch by inch.

Oh, right. Gotta taste him.

Saliva-coated tissue flicks against Neil's chest and limbs, flavor molecules hitting the jester's tastebuds as he finishes devouring his boyfriend with a loud GLRK. His clothes rip almost immediately, seams around his burgeoning middle tearing to reveal a few fluffy bits of turgid fat, belly nearly touching the floor. Eh, he needed to get a new suit, anyway; he can just use this one for lounging around the house. He sighs, hunger now satisfied and feeling that perfect sensation of overfullness when his gut is stretched to its near limit, warm to the touch and making it harder to walk in that lovely, bloated way-

"Marx honey, I was working on our dinner for tonight, but it seems I can't do that now..."

"Eh, you needed a break. You've been working pretty hard today, so how about I finish it up for you? You can take a break right inside here.~"

Marx pats his overgrown belly with a smug grin, just to emphasize the mischievous situation his love has gotten into.

"Well, I suppose you could-"

"It's settled, then! Just relax while Chef Marx gets it done.~"

Hoisting up his gut with both arms before letting it flop back forward with a noisy SLORSH, Marx snatches up the soup ladle before beginning to stir. A few moments pass, and he abruptly snaps his claws as realization hits him.

"Oh! I figured out what you taste like, sweetie!"

"... And what exactly is that, dear?"