Otto wasn't quite sure how long he had been standing there, motionless in the corner of the unlit room. Judging by the blueish glow spilling out from in-between the blinds, coming out in faint strips over the covers of the adjacent bed, it must have been an hour or so before sunrise, at those awkward few hours just after midnight, where the last of nightly comforts were beginning to fade; blue hour, he liked to call it. To be truthful, through all these hours of the night, stood there, watching, Otto had not yet accomplished what he had set out to do. No, he hadn't yet thought of a proper way to deal with the man lying sprawled out over the mattress, the cover of the bed hastily spread out atop him, failing to cover the entirety of his thick, chiseled form, bound to the bedframe by layers and layers of taut rope.
He had come to a point, a few hours ago, in the hazy, red glow of dusk, of regret. Such an idiot, he had been, not planning ahead, diving straight into things without a second thought. how foolish he was, to feel such nervous pride, as he successfully dragged the unresponsive man into the passenger seat of his dingey little car, but getting that far was easy, really. It had only taken him slipping something into the brute's drink while no one was bothering to pay any attention, then waiting until the substance had taken extensive effect and going to approach him, coaxing him out of the overcrowded club and into the front seat of his car. He'd been thankful to leave the place, with its loud music and blaring lights, packed shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of obnoxious sweaty strangers. He'd only gone on request of his darling girlfriend, and he'd only stayed after she'd left in order to 'teach that cocky brute a lesson' as he thought of it. Perhaps it was that oppressive atmosphere that had made him act in such a rash way, but nevertheless, he was here, in the corner of his guest bedroom, prey ahead of him.
Although he hadn't yet decided on the best course of action, he still had somewhat of an idea. Something inside him, from the very comer of his being, told him to wait, and that he did. Along with the earlier regret, he felt a little guilt, too. But that was quickly stamped out as his eyes caught onto the figure again, and he remembered how the stud had tried to hit on his girlfriend, bianca, only getting more aggressive and sexually explicit as she tried to softly reject him. Oh head deal with him alright, he just wasn't yet sure how.
The beast was starting to wake up now, his garish snoring abruptly stopped, and his body moved, almost writhed, only to be restricted by rope. His dazed, stupid expression as he came to grips with consciousness was almost amusing to watch, if Otto hadn't still retained that bitter, jealous feeling from the night before, he might have cracked a smile. All movement ceased, however, when his dull, weary eyes met with the figure, hunched over in the corner of the room. Not that Otto needed to hunch over, he was short enough as is. Freak, was the first thing that the brute thought, as he took in Ottos form, hands held up defensively to his chest, scrawny and pale, an awful completion complimented, or more insulted, by his dull, half lidded eyes, glasses askew, this boy was a total freak! But wait, wasn't this the boy from last night? The one who's girlfriend he was totally gonna pipe? The brute laughed to himself, corkscrew was always. What was he trying to do, by tying me up? Scare me? Pathetic, these sorts wouldn't do anything, he'd probably pass out from the threat of a punch. With that thought (a rare occurrence for him, forming a thought, that is), he decided on trying to call Otto's bluff. If that didn't work, surely he could just break out of the bonds himself... though they were awfully tight... whatever, act now, think later, was always his go to.
"What're ya looking at, four eyes?" He scoffed to himself "aren't you the guy from last night? Well? Gonna bring out ya girl for me to pipe, ya little spazz?" Otto's face turned an ugly sort of red from this comment, he went for a rebuttal, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was again rudely interrupted. "Id totally get her pregnant! I bet you'd raise the kid, too!" Otto's face turned yet a darker shade, and he balled up his fists, arms shaking pathetically. "Sh-shutup!" He squeaked, immediately regretting his choice to talk as the muscle head let out a taunting chuckle. Such an idiot, Otto though. A cocky, meat headed idiot, Otto thought. Like a particularly muscular piece of livestock, bred for slaughter. The thick muscles of his neck reminded him of a particularly muscular bull, a little trail of slobber leaked out of the corner of his mouth at the idea. "Id... id fuck her good! Fill that bussy up, i know you never could!" The brute yelped again, only slightly more hesitant this time, clearly unconformable with the silence that Otto hadn't bothered to fill while he was off having his little cannibalistic fantasy. He'd... he'd fill her bussy up, would he? Pussy? The word came to him like a Devine revelation. If it was pussy he wanted, then it was pusdy he'd get. Bianca knew about his strange ability, and had given him full permission to use it, seeing as it was hardly a sexual thing, not for Otto anyways.
He stepped towards the bed, lopsided smirk on his face, tugging down his trousers and taking them off, almost tripping as he did so. The brute said nothing. Good, that had shut him up. He climbed atop his thick muscular form, pussy lowered down to rest on his face, this time, the jock let out a sound, though it was too muffled to make it out. Before he could make another, Otto slipped down, soft wet folds engulfing him up to his
neck. With the added confidence that dominating the much larger male brought, Otto began to speak. "D-dumb dog" he hissed, taking the man up to his shoulders with a horrid little wet squelch "t-trying to take away m-my darling bianca, psh, y-you don't know the first thing about her" he removed his shirt to allow for the bulge in his tummy, then cutting his flailing arms free in order to engulf them to. His breathing became labored, and he stifled back a groan of pleasure as his now devoured arms started to flail even further inside of him. Ah, his slick was getting everywhere... he was making such a mess... he let out a perverse little groan as he took the man up to his hips "sex is only one thing! A b-brute like you could n-never treat a woman right... y-youre only good forsex, and e-even then, you'd be far to aggressive, far to violent. T-the selfish, heart eating, ignorant headonist that you areee-ah!" He squeaked out a moan at the end, the opening of his womb, that thick muscular ring he had never quite been able to hit himself, opening up around the beasts form, suckling him up to his knees. A puddle of slick spilled out from his cervix. "Y-yessss... that r-right... that's all youre good for... all a hunk like you is good for is flesh..." he bit his lip, interrupting his jagged, predatory smile. A series of grunts and muffled complaints emanated from his womb, sound causing vibrations, vibrations causing pleasure, abd pleasure causing his pussy to throb and contract, taking him up to his ankles and making Otto groan with delight. Such a good meal. The squeaked out a few more neurotic sentences, until with a loud, almost slurping like sound, his pussy slurred the rest of him up, opening to his pussy coming to a loose close, the muscular ring like opening of his womb closing behind the jock with a wet pop.
It had been a good 3 hours (yes, he was keeping track this time) since he'd last seen any signs of life from the bulge in his tummy. Infact, it had gone from an uneven bulge about twice the size of its owner, a loose outline of the struggling prey, to a much smaller, rounded out bulge. He'd lied on top of his tummy, the weight of his body pressing down on his prey, his arms firmly caressing his belly, slowly but surely smoothing out the outline, churning him into slick. His girlfriend would be over soon, lucky for him, there were no signs of a struggle, and his belly was now small enough for plausible denial, perhaps he'd just eaten too much or stuffed himself with an object that he had then digested, not a whole human being. Speaking of a struggle, that had stopped for his prey quite some time ago. It started off with muffled remarks, then what sounded like brash insults, of which he was sure that he heard a few slurs, and mild struggling, at which he started to rub his gut more firmly, uttering some insults back, which only served to make him grow louder, and his struggles more erratic. They grew and grew until just as soon as it started, with a wet squeals and a particularly harsh rub, it stopped. Well, whatever, he was nothing but slush now. At least he hoped his prey was, didn't want any bones coming out and scaring his dear bianca. He didn't quite know how it all worked, it was his first time devouring a whole human anyways.
He was brought to a scrambling stand as the doorbell rang, quickly wrestling his black jumper over his head and down around his bloated midsection, and sprinting down the stairs. He yanked his front door open to greet bianca, who towered over him by a good foot. Not that he minded. He rushed her over to the sofa, making up excuses about his enlargement tummy, all running into each other and sounding far too desperate to be truthful, but thankfully, she wasn't listening. He fetched her a drink, sitting down opposite bianca upon setting it down infront of her, leg bouncing nervously, stuttering and stammering, bianca knew exactly how to calm him down, and just what was bothering him (at least she thought so), so she carried him along to the bedroom with her.
"Awfully desperate, aren't you?" She remarked as she lazily undressed, stopping to stretch and yawn once she'd pulled her top off. "Y-yeah" was all he could offer in response as he watched her begin to unclasp her bra. He could already see a little bulge through her shorts too, how cute. He quickly stripped himself down, coming to straddle on top of her, grinding against her stiffening bulge. His hand snaked down past her underwear, and he groped around before landing on his preferred grip around her shaft. One thing led to another, and there she was, all 4 adorable inches of her pale cocklette taken to the hilt in his pussy. He rubbed his t clit fervently. Her hands rested on his tummy, inadvertently pushing all of that jock-turned-slick out of his womb, leaking from around her shaft. He pulled out slightly so as to allow it to pool down and coat her midsection with silky warmth. He whined with pleasure as he felt something particularly big and solid slip out of his slicked up hairy cunt. bianca whined and cooed out a sentence in response;
"Goodness, I've only just put it in and you're already gushi- IS THAT A HUMAN SKULL?!"