The Streets of Hollywood VII: Round II
By: Voreboy

It is 5:00am and I am in East LA recovering from a night of sex, drugs and violence. The 1st assistant of the Big Fish sent two thugs to our meeting sport to kill me. Obviously, that’s not what happened. I beat the shit out of both of them and ate one. I pause for a brief moment to rub my stomach and reminisce about my early morning breakfast. He’s still in my belly, even now. It’s only been two hours anyway. It will take a full 24 for him to be completely gone.

In addition to the beat down I gave those two, I was able to fuck a drunken twink that literally stumbled across my path during breakfast. I sent him on his way an hour ago with about one hundred dollars. No, he was not a prostitute, but he was just a kid down on his luck and I wanted to make sure he made it back home safely…if he had a home to go to that is.

As for thug number two. I am currently carrying him over my shoulder to his car. I came across car keys last night as I strip-searched him. The keys belong to a BMW. Looks like I’ll be riding in style from now on. As I hit the alarm on the key chain, I can see the car’s lights flash cross the street. I run to the car as quickly as possible and toss my unconscious associate in the back seat. Then I hope in the drive seat and take off.

I have to spend the day with Shannon today. It’s Friday and he’ll back on the streets of New York by Sunday morning. I’ve been lucky enough to have a consistent weight and shape every time I’ve seen him. Today will be no exception. My stomach is big not nearly as large as it could be. The man I ate was only around 5’2 if that. He must have been a talented martial artist to be a part of Big Fish’s arsenal. But as every martial artist knows, no matter how much skill you have- all it takes is ONE good hit.

I’m going to dump Thug number two somewhere isolated and handcuff him. I’ll interrogate him for information and then devour him. I don’t like leaving loose ends. And in the meantime, Shannon and I will be spending the day at Universal Studios Hollywood. I almost wish I weren’t fat today. I’d be a lot easier to fit on the rides!

Once I drop thug-2 off at my secure location, I head back to the Renaissance Hotel at Hollywood and Highland. Shannon is waiting for me and the little Princess hates waiting. On the way back to the hotel I stop by the Sunglass Hut on Melrose. I’ve always wanted a pair of designer shades and now I can afford to get some!

As I look through all the brands: Channel, Versace, D & G, my eyes fixate on a pair of Bvlgari shades. I try them on and check myself in the mirror. Satisfied, I ask the sales clerk if he can charge me for the pair I’m wearing and I also point to the Versace glasses on display in a light shade of fuchsia. Shannon will like those. Oh yeah, by the way I’ve finally admitted to myself that I’m in love. I know things won’t work out, but I’m happy to have this week. He deserves someone who can give him the world anyway. I’m sure there is someone waiting in New York.

Recollecting my thoughts, I drop $800 dollars on the counter and leave with my glasses. Driving in the parking lot of the Renaissance Hotel, I peer up at the room I share with Shannon and remember the day we met and every day there after. Traveling up the escalator thoughts race through my head about how life could be different if I wasn’t a drugie/homeless/cannible/whore and if Shannon could stay here with me. Having a normal life must be nice.

Stepping into the hotel room, I let out a belch to announce my arrival. Shannon laughs at me, and then runs to give me a hug. We exchange greetings and then I present him with my little surprise. I think to myself it will be the only thing he can remember me by…ummm, I mean besides losing his virginity to me.

“These are like $300 glasses! Where did you get them?” Shannon asks me.

“I know people, who know people, babe,” I reply.

“I’m sure you do,” he says under his breath as he inspects the complementary case they come in. Then he notices my hand. He grabs my right hand and rubs his thumb along one of my knuckles where there is an obvious bruise.

“Get into a fight did we?” he asks.

“Nah.” Shannon rolls his eyes at me. Then he gestures me to turn around and I do so in confusion. He lifts my shirt and feels the small scars spread along my back.

“Have sex in an alley, too?” says he. WTF? How???

“Ugh, no-”

“William Alexander Rodriguez. I realize I’m younger than you, but that hardly makes me an idiot so don’t insult my intelligence.”

“I’ve never told you my full name…”

“Will, I know ever secret you think you’ve been keeping from me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say I know your stomach isn’t filled with burgers and fries at the moment.” He says as he slaps my gut. As I stand there petrified, he looks my dead in the eye and then slips on his Versace sunglasses and goes into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. I force myself to walk into the bathroom with him. I cross my arms and lean against the wall in back of him so he can see my reflection in the mirror.

“…how?” I asked.

“I’m a psychic, Will.”

“You mean like-“

“Telepathic…” his mind says to mine.

“Empathic…” he says aloud but “sends” his love for me in a wave of energy through my body.

“And Clairvoyant.” He says as he projects a mental image of me swallowing my first victim into my minds eye. With that I sank to the floor. I felt horrible. Everything I tried to project about myself was an illusion and he saw right through it with no effort what so ever. How can all of this be happening? My heart begins to race, my eyes water but I hold everything in. I’m having a panic attack. I think I’m having a breakdown.

Shannon kneels at my side and touches my shoulder. Telepathically his speaks to my mind.

“William you have to calm down before you give yourself a heart attack!” Once again he sends his love as a wave of energy through my body. The sensation calms me down, but I keep my eyes closed. Shannon continues to send his thought to me.

“I understand the gravity of your situation. I’m not angry. I don’t hate you. You made a stupid choice to take an experimental drug and you are suffering the consequence of the choice you made. You’ve taken cannibalism to an entirely new level and although it’s creepy, I can sense you are trying to do something right by only eating criminals.”

I open my eyes to look Shannon in the face. Then I look down at my swollen stomach and rub it slowly.

“I am I just a freak?” I ask.

“Well, technically…but then again I’ve been called a freak quite a few times as well.”

“Your abilities don’t kill people.”

“I could use them to do so if I chose.”

“But-”

“Look. Like I said, it’s a weird fucked up situation you don’t really have any control over. I mean trying to reverse the effects of the drug would probably kill you or mutate you even further. I think you just have to keep doing what you’ve been doing. Don’t take innocent life.”

“So I don’t repulse you.”

“Will I’ve been having sex with you for a week. You hardly repulse me. In fact you’re quite the turn on…which is kinda disturbing, but morality is a VERY grey area here. Just…don’t take innocent life.”

We sat there, not saying anything to each other. After about ten minutes of silence. I decided to speak again.

“So, are you a witch?”

“No. I’ve never studied magic formally. Though most people who do believe everyone is inherent with supernatural abilities that simply have to be nurtured though a paranormal experience or formal study. And then there are people like me who have certain abilities that are just overdeveloped. I’m sure if I decided to become an occultist I’d be quite powerful, but I don’t have the time or resources. I’d rather to it right, rather than prancing around like 90% of modern day occultists who like to talk out of their ass and can’t do shit.”

“I see.” My mind is still racing, but I’m not as emotionally distressed. Then Shannon rests on my stomach and then lookup at me.

“So…who was this?” he says as he rubs my stomach.

“Some thug that was sent to kill me.”

“By some drug lord?”

“Yeah.”

“Guess he didn’t have what it takes.”

“Hell nah!” we laugh. Shannon reaches around me to rub my back. Eeeek. Emotional distress.

“And who did this?”

“It was just some drunk kid that passed by.”

“Lord, William. Eating people and taking advantage of drunken youth?” Shannon said sarcastically. He didn’t seem upset though.

“You’re not mad?”

“Not really. I mean we did met this week and you ARE a man. Besides, I KNOW your heart belongs to me and that’s never happened to you before. So I just have to wait till you whore yourself out!” We both stated to laugh. “Besides, I can get action on the side if I want.” My heart almost leaped out of my chest.

“The fuck you will!” I said as I put him in a headlock.

“See, you are just a man.” He laughed at me. UGGHHH! I HATE THIS KID!

Then Shannon started to kiss me. He licked my lips and then stuck his tongue in my mouth. We frenched for a good five minutes and then I picked him up and took him to the bed. We started to get naked. I took my shirt off and exposed my rounded belly, filled with what used to be a man. The fact that Shannon knew this made that much hotter! I took off my pants and displayed my 10-inch snake. Shannon always likes to swat at it like a kitten and watch it twitch. Then I pushed him down on his back and laid all of my weight on top of him. He let out a little oomph! And then I filled his mouth my tongue. I started to grunt and dry hump him. I made sure my belly made consistent contact.

“You know if you make me mad where you’ll end up?”

“Right, William. I am, SO scared. Oh, God. Oh, God.” He’s being EXTREMELY sarcastic right now. Little bastard! I bite his lip as punishment. Then I insert the monster into his tiny hole and ram it in.

“Ow! Fuck! You have the biggest cock on the planet!”

“Hell. Yeah.” I say as start pounding the shit out of him. We rock back and forth on the bed pretty hard as we always do. Grunting, thrusting, pouring sweat. Fat sex is great exercise! We fucked for at least an hour until I climaxed inside of him. Once I was finished I sucked his dick until he came in my mouth. Once we both finished. I lay on my back and I set Shannon on my stomach. I liked holding him there. And I’m sure he was just as comfortable.

After lounging in bed for a bit we decided to head out to Universal. I felt a bit more at ease since I didn’t have to keep up the illusion of being a certain weight all the time. I could lose weight through the day and not be under any suspicion. During the day we went on most of the rides and stat and went to a few live shows. Once the park closed we headed to Universal City walk for the theater and the Hard Rock Café. It was an awesome day. I felt truly free. I didn’t have to hide who or what I was. At least not with Shannon.

Eventually We went back to the hotel and I got ready to go out again. By that time I had shrunk back down to my six-pack. Shannon was very surprised.

“It so weird to see you skinny!”

“You like it?”

“Yeah but not as much as I like your gut.”

“Well I have to go fill it right now.”

“No innocent bystanders?”

“No, quite the opposite.”

“Promise to come back alive?”

“I have so far.” I say as I put on my glasses and leave the hotel room. So now I am on my to start round two with the punk I beat the shit out of yesterday. I grab a spare change of clothes and throw them into the car.

Once I arrive at the abandoned where house that I left him at, I make my way to the dark corner where I chained him to the wall. I’ve been hoping I didn’t give him a concussion last night. I really am looking forward to a second fight. It’s invigorating.

Once I turn the corner I can clearly see he’s wide-awake and pissed as hell.

“You fucking son of a bitch!”

“Enjoying solitary confinement?”

“Fuck you. Let me out of this right now!” I unlock his cuffs and I toss him a pair of pants I brought in from the car.

“Care for a rematch?”

“I’ll fucking kill you.” He says as he puts on his pants.

“That will be the only way you leave here alive.” As we face off, we each take our battle ready stances and wait for someone to make the first move. My opponent soon charges at me and throws a right hook. I block his punch with my left hand and thrust my right palm into his chest. He takes a few steps back to recover.

“So, any idea where I can find your boss?” He charges at me and give me a double roundhouse kick. He made two direct hits.

“You won’t live long enough to find out.”

“Then there’s no harm in telling me is there?” I said as I gave him an uppercut to his jaw. As we continued to exchange blows, I continued to taunt him. I tried to get him to spill some information about Big Fish, but he just stopped talking entirely. So we both just concentrated on the fight. Our fight raged. We were literally trying to kill each other. Eventually I got in a good shot and kicked him directly in the stomach. Knocking the wind out of him gave me the opportunity to get that one good hit. A blow directly to the head with my fist knocked him out. Round two with this prick and I was still the victor.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get any information about Big Fish. How am I supposed to take down someone I don’t know and have no idea how to find? At this point I didn’t care. I was just glad I won and I was going to enjoy the spoils of victory.

I ripped his pants off of him to reveal his naked body. Licking the sweat off his face I ran my tongue along every inch of his defined body. This was going to be good. I stretched my jaw over his entire head and started to suck inward. I lifted his entire body over my head so I could suck him straight down. I wanted him in me as quickly as possible. I forced myself to take in as much as possible with every gulp. I swallowed his chest, his waist, his cock and ass. I sucked down his legs like spaghetti and finally I shoved his feet in my mouth and swallowed them down. My stomach blew up like a balloon as its latest meal came to settle within. A thunderous belch filled the where house, making my victory complete.

I dropped my pants and feverishly jacked my cock. My huge dick was hard as a rock and I beat it like I beat the fuck out of that prick. I climaxed on the jeans I ripped of him not even an hour ago. Pulling my pants back up and readjusting myself, I walked out of there without a care in the world.

The End