(18+) FUNKYRUT (18+)Author's Note: This is a short story about my demon character, Roman, and his human boyfriend, Davis. I eventually want to include a visual for them on here but for now this will have to do:  1 Demon 5 Pizzas“It’s the man! It’s the myth! It’s the legend! It’s–Roly-poly Romaaan!” Davis announces as he rushes up behind his boyfriend and locks his arms around him. Roman, who is in the middle of conducting the dishes to wash themselves with his demon powers, starts laughing and loses his concentration. The dishes clatter into the sink but luckily none of them break. “Thaaat’s meee,” Roman sings. He angles his head before looking back so that he doesn’t nail Davis in the face with one of his curved horns. He darts out his long forked tongue and steals a “kiss” from Davis who scrunches up his face in disgust. He doesn’t let go though. “Don’t do thaaaat, ya nasty! Nasty man!” Davis squeezes his boyfriend tighter and his ears start to tingle at the way his fingers sink into Roman’s soft middle. Roman’s tail wraps around one of Davis’s legs and he chuckles darkly. “Oh, he’s sneaky! He’s being sneaky!” Roman grabs Davis’s hands and presses them harder against his stomach. Admiring your handiwork?” Moving in with Davis has allowed Roman’s body to recuperate from his years on the road. No more sleeping under bridges. No more stealing from gas stations. No more making stupid deals just to get a bite. Now, he has a man who both loves him and loves to feed him. It took a bit for Roman to catch on, but now that he has, he takes every opportunity to indulge Davis. Before, Roman had been a shrimpy little whip of a demon. Davis’s culinary efforts first started manifesting in his tail and worked their way up Roman’s body and finally into his face and arms and thighs. His goat legs remain somewhat bony but that is simply the nature of his species. “A little bit,” Davis admits. Roman smirks, a plan cooking in his brain. Davis has just come in from a shift at the aquarium. He’s surely worn out from dealing with the public and people’s fucking kids tapping on the glass. He deserves a treat. “Hey, Big D. Y’knooow, I haven’t eaten t-today.” He threads his fingers through Davis’s. “Like at all. It sure would be nice if some pizzas mysteriously showed up at our door. Maybe…five of them?” Perhaps it is real or perhaps it is Roman using his magic to illustrate, but the demon’s stomach rumbles so loudly that Davis can feel it. His ears burn and he ducks his head against the back of Roman’s neck. “I just got paid today,” Davis says quickly, as though afraid Roman would retract his offer if he took to long to say anything. “Aha, my evil plan has worked,” Roman says with a snake-like grin as Davis darts away to find his phone. Three out of five pizza boxes lay empty on the floor next to the bed along with an empty two-liter of Mountain Dew. Davis opens one of the two stacked on the nightstand and pulls out the last slice. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly!” Roman says as he fakes being distraught. He lays on his back next to his boyfriend. Davis feeds him the slice bite by bite and lets out a yelp when Roman snaps at his fingers as he gets down to the crust. He chuckles darkly. “I’ll get you next slice.” “You better not, your teeth are freakin’ sharp.” Davis has met with them plenty of times while they fool around and while the element of danger can be thrilling, its hard to clean fish tanks when you've got bandaids all over your fingers. Davis tosses the empty box down with the others. “Last one. How you feelin’? Roman licks grease off his lips and takes his sweet time answering. Slowly he slides his hand across his stuffed gut, his clawed fingers splayed as he luxuriates in his gluttony. Davis leans forward, his hands balled at his knees as he barely restrains himself. His face burns and his eyes lock on like heat-seeking missiles as Roman lifts his shirt to reveal a sliver belly. Fur from his goat half trails up to his bellybutton. “Like a fat fuck.” Roman laughs. “Hoh, man, it’s gettin’ hard t-to breathe.” “You wanna stop?” Davis asks, not even entertaining the thought of pushing Roman. They haven’t tried that yet. “Nope!” Roman says with confidence. Davis rubs his neck and bites back a grin. If he can fit five pizzas into Roman, that’ll be their new record. He can hardly wait. “Open up!” Slice by slice, the final pizza disappears down Roman’s gullet. “Dew me,” Roman demands. Davis obediently grabs up the other two-liter and holds it to his lips. Bubbles rise as the demon gulps it down. Davis can’t be sure, but he feels like he can see Roman’s stomach growing with every swallow. Still, he restrains himself. Roman grunts and raises a hand to let Davis know he’s ready to eat again. He lets out a hollow belch. There’s still a little room. He’s going to be able to give Davis his treat. Three slices. Two slices. Melted cheese dangles in front of Roman’s face. A pepperoni plops onto his shirt. His eyes meet Davis’s and he makes the poor man sweat as he pretends to deliberate over whether or not he’ll eat the last slice. Finally Roman shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. In three bites, it is gone. Roman swallows loudly and darts out his tongue again to snap up the stray pepperoni. “Ahhhh,” Roman lets out a harsh sigh. “That. Was amazing. My c-compliments to the motherfuckin’ chef.” “That was five whole pizzas, man! How do you do it?” “It’s my nature,” Roman all but purrs. He looks up at Davis through lidded eyes and finally gives the man what he’s been waiting so patiently for. Roman pulls his shirt up, revealing the fruits of Davis’s labor. He has become so round that if he were to stand up, he would not be able to see his hooves. His navel is shallow and with every breath, his whole stomach rises. Roman slaps it and it rings like a melon. “It’s all yours.” Davis pounces on Roman. He sends his hands wandering all over the demon’s belly, checking every inch for any sign of give. He curls his fingers in and drags his nails across its surface. Roman lets out a vulgar groan and arches his back, pressing his belly into his boyfriend’s hands. His tail writhes like a snake. He slides his hands along the bottom of his gut and tries to give it a little jiggle, but it barely moves. “Ohhhh man,” Roman lets out a moan. “Daviiis, Daviiiiis, I”m so full. Look what you do to me.” Davis doesn’t say a word. He just leans over an presses his lips to the crest of Roman’s swollen stomach. Roman giggles so he does it again. Soon he’s planting smooches all over his belly and Roman struggles not to laugh. He doesn’t have room to laugh. “Imagine if I looked like this every day.” Roman teases. Davis imagines. Roman takes pleasure in watching color spread across his boyfriend’s face. “You wouldn’t know how t-to act. Y’wanna see it hang?” Davis leans up ands nods enthusiastically. Roman obliges. He shimmies around until his legs hang off the bed. Then, with a loud groan, he sits up. Roman can feel Davis trying to peer around him and see how is belly settles on his lap. He stands and slowly turns around. Davis lets out a hoot of approval. Gravity pulls on his burgeoning stomach and Roman has to lean back to keep from toppling over. He keeps his shirt hiked up and slaps his fuzzy belly again with both hands. Davis’s ogling makes him feel very sexy. He turns to give the man a side-view. Any effort to suck it in is completely wasted. He is fit to burst. After showing off for five minutes, Roman groans softly. His belly is too heavy for this. He turns and flops back onto the bed with a loud, “OOF!” as his dinner pins him. He’s packed so tight he doesn’t even slosh despite the two bottles of soda. The two of them quietly bask in Roman’s powerful gluttony. Dennis gently rests his head on Roman’s stomach and listens to the noises it makes as it tries to deal with five pizzas. “It sounds like the ocean.” Dennis says. |