I'm Art Trash Please Help

(ID: tedwardsxxx)

Ted was unimpressed. He watched, bored, as the twink rounding out his belly shifted slightly.

There was no fight, no shout or struggle like his typical hunts.

Ted's hunts consisted of breaking into homes or apartments and sneakily devouring anyone inside.

He'd spend about a week or so lounging around his preys' homes as they digested, often taking cash, valuables or personal items. Trophies of those who he'd conquered.

This time was no different -- Ted picked a lock and let himself in, to find a skinny young guy sitting on his couch, watching TV. The guy looked shocked, but Ted moved quickly. Smooth ingestion followed, and Ted felt the familiar pride of dominating another man.

He rested a hand on the bulge.

"You know, you're calmer than I expected, kid. No sense of danger?"

There was a push back, as the boy in him, Max, matched his touch. A muffled voice rang out from beneath his hairy skin. "I mean, I'm already in here. Not much I can do but give in, right?"

Ted paused, and a smile slowly grew on his face.

A primal instinct in him was what motivated him to hunt as he did. The fight was expected, and he savored each and every one of them.

That instinct loved it when his prey gave in.

Before he realized it, Ted was sporting a half-chub beneath his sagging gut.

He sauntered over to the couch, plopping down with a loud creak. His gut wobbled back and forth, shaking up the man inside. "Well, that's no way to be. You're just gonna let another man get the best of you?" He sighed, relaxing into the couch. It was more comfortable than he had expected.

Max took a moment to wipe the stomach juices off his face, and shrugged the best he could. "I guess. What am I supposed to do when a guy twice my age and three times my weight pins me down and eats me?"

Ted guffawed. Nice to see a kid who respects his elders.

He reached down and began to rub his gut.

"Listen, kid. You're a man. A man is supposed to be strong, hardworking, and smart. A man knows what he wants, and he stops at nothing to get it. Otherwise, you're just a little boy."

"This world is dog eat dog, kid...and if you stay a puppy," He slapped the side of his gut, "You're gonna get eaten."

He resumed rubbing his belly, satisfied with his speech.

Max piped up with a bit more confidence. "I wouldn't expect the guy who ate me to be lecturing me about dominance."

Ted sighed. "Well, sounds like you needed it. Too many kids your age that don't know how to grow up." There was a far-off tone to his voice, one that told Max he was reminiscing. "That's the problem with your generation. None of you wanna work hard like we had to."

The boy inside was growing increasingly uninterested in his predator's rants. Maybe, just maybe... he could take this chance and get what he wanted.

"Well, I like to work hard. Maybe you could let me out instead of digesting me, then?"

Ted hummed, thinking. Then he chuckled, sinking further into the couch.