Walker Scobell

(In this story, you meet Walker Scobell, who just moved into your neighborhood, and Oral Vore him, before doing the same to his brother, Tanner. Tanner is a background character and will not be getting a POV. You are the Eater and Walker Scobell is the Eaten in this story. This story only has one chapter and a POV for Walker Scobell)

After waking up from an amazing 10 hour nap and a refreshing breakfast, you pull out your phone to browse online. You read a few texts your dad and brother sent you, mostly with messages like, "We miss you already" and "Hope your first meal is tasty". Smiling at their affection, you decide it's time for your first meal and that you should head out to get some action yourself. That, or just meet some neighbors! Grabbing your headphones and shoes, you head out the door for a quick walk around your new neighborhood.

It's a beautiful day out, with a solid 70 degrees, smooth winds, and clouds parting along the sky. Families are taking their dogs on walks and playing out in the yard with their kids and you can already tell this is a nice neighborhood. You get 10 minutes into your walk before you finally see a Pred on Prey scene, which is good news for you, because that means everyone you live by is pretty chill! Smiling and waving at people, you continue to listen to the music that's beating inside your headphones. As you cross the street, a car nearly runs you over, slamming on it's brakes with a loud, unpleasant honk. You turn around, walking onto the sidewalk as you swing your arms open, staring wildly at the rude driver. He says something that's unintelligible to you as he speeds off, leaving you annoyed and frazzled.

Turning around to continue your walk, you accidentally run into a figure as they hold a large stack of boxes. Falling on your ass, the boy trips and lands on the floor, boxes tumbling all around you both. "Shit! I'm so sorry, man. I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you." You stand up and offer a hand as the boy takes it, standing up in front of you. Your eyes widen as you realize it's not a man but an actual boy. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm Walker. Walker Scobell." He extends a hand as you shake it slightly. "Nice to meet you, Walker. I'm Y/N. Say, those look like moving boxes. Are you new around here?"

The kid nods, kneeling to clean up the mess on the ground with a sigh. "Yeah. I'm an actor and my job has me around this area a lot. So, my dad decided it'd be best if we just moved here." I nod, kneeling down to help him. "Oh wow! Nice folks! I'm new around here as well. Just moved into my house yesterday, actually." Walker smiles, half listening as he puts items back in boxes. "Cool. Why'd you move here?" You think about it carefully, not wanting to give away any info, before you settle on, "Just turned 18 and... a bird's gotta leave the nest sometime, am I right?" The boy chuckled, nodding at your statement.

You grab the last object and place it in a box before you both stand up. Walker thanks you for your help as you nod. "Of course! No worries. So, who'd you move here with? You said you came with your dad. Do you have a brother?" Walker nods. "Yeah. Tanner. He's younger than me, but he's fearless." You smile, thinking about your family. "Sounds like me and my brother. He's older, but same thing. He's pretty damn fearless." Walker laughs as he grabs a box. "Well, listen, I should head inside. Thank you so much for all your help. Maybe I'll see you around here again in the future." As he starts for the front door, you call out. "Wait!" The boy stops abruptly and turns. "Yeah?"

"Let me help you take in the rest of your boxes. It's the least I can do to help." Walker nods, smiling again. "That'd be great! Thanks!" Grabbing a box, you head inside the house and look around. It's certainly a nice place. It comes with two stories and an amazing floor plan. Looking into the living room, you see that Walker's dad is passed out on the couch. "Oh, don't mind him," Walker states. "He drinks. Get's so drunk, he black's out sometimes. He'll be ok. Here, my room is just up here." You follow him upstairs and into his massive room. "Wow! Ya'll landed a sweet gig here!" With a whistle, you turn a full 360 to see everything as the boy laughs. "Yeah. We certainly got lucky."

You look back at him and nod. "So did I, Bud. So did I. And I'm so sorry about this, but you really gotta be more careful if you're gonna survive in this world." Before Walker can ask what you mean by that, you grab him by the shoulder's and shove his head inside your mouth. With one quick, strong tear, you rip his shirt in half and let it fall to the floor. Taking another big gulp, you swallow the boy's shoulders and arms deeper, now arriving at his elbows. Moving your hands down to his pants, you slide this off in one swoop, letting that and his briefs fall to the floor.

His arms and stomach finally go into your throat as you arrive at the boy's cock and ass. Squeezing the plump rear gently with your teeth, you swallow them down deeper and deeper, feeling Walker's head enter your own stomach now. You grab a hold of his feet and remove the shoes and socks, the boy's entire body now bare of any fabric. With a final few gulps, you close your mouth over his feet and seal him inside your body, the lump in your throat descending into your stomach. Watching your meal curl up into a ball, you pat it softly. "God, that tasted wonderful. How have I not had a meal like that for 18 years?" You look back at the bulge Walker's body has made in yours and sigh. "You were a perfect first-time experience. Thank you for your sacrifice, kid."

Sitting down on the child actor's bed, you feel the digestive juices inside you slowly break the human being into nutrients as Walker succumbs to his fate, not even trying to wiggle or resist. With a deep burp, you close your eyes, full and content. Suddenly, Walker's clothes start vibrating on the floor as someone texts him. You lean down and pick up his pants, pulling out his iPhone. Charlie Bushnell, a fellow actor on the show Walker was working in, had sent him multiple messages over the past week about a plan to eat Walker, and the young actor was all in in for it. The most recent text that Charlie had sent said, "My stomach is so hungry right now, Scobell. It's craving for you. I can't wait to see you tonight. Your body will look good in mine." and it was sent with an emoji licking it's lips.

Chuckling, you rip your shirt off and lean back on Walker's bed and snap a picture of your bulging belly, before sending a response text. "Sorry, dude. I'm his new neighbor. First come, first serve. Better luck next time." About 30 seconds later, Charlie sent an angry face emoji, with the text, "Damn it! You lucky bastard. I hope he tasted good. Who is this, btw?" Laughing, you text back and forth with the actor for nearly an hour before he finally ends the thread of texts with, "Well, it was nice chatting with you. Congrats again on the delicious snack. Eater to Eater advice: take Tanner before you go. I didn't have my eyes set on him, but I know Walker did. Peace out, homie."

Leaning back on the bed, you ponder that, thinking about what Charlie had just said. Is it true that Walker was considering eating his brother? The idea made you horny... and hungry. Looking down at your gut, the boy inside was long gone, having digested past saving a half hour ago. But, you thought you could make room for some desert. Grabbing one of Walker's backpacks, you snagged a few of his possessions and swung the bag over your back, before heading downstairs. You decide to leave your shirt behind so Walker's dad can know what happened today. As you walked out the door, you saw Tanner in the yard, kicking a soccer ball. "Hey. I'm Tanner. Nice to mee-"

Stopping the boy abruptly, you snatched him by his shirt, lifted him in the air and waited as his shirt ripped in two, gravity doing the rest as he plummeted into your mouth. Before his waist could go any further, you ripped his pants off too and in a matter of 30 seconds, Tanner had become a similar bulge that his brother had made in your stomach. Letting out another deep burp, you felt the boy's movements go still as you walked to your house, the swaying of your bulging stomach making you even more sleepy.

As soon as you got home, you flopped onto your bed again, groaning from the two large meals. "I'm... gonna have to shit," you said out loud, before sighing. "That can wait till morning. They're not going anywhere." Taking one last quick picture of your stomach with your phone, you let your head fall onto your pillow and pass the fuck out.

Come the next morning, your belly is rounded and done breaking down it's meals. With a happy body feeling, you sit up and feel all the waste the brother's had made rush straight to your ass. With a moaning groan, you stand up and walk to your toilet, plopping down as you let your body push the boys digested bodies out. Opening the messages app on your phone, you send a picture of your belly to your brother with the caption, "Found two, cute meals. They were brothers. Now, they're my fat." You send the message to your brother and stand up just as the last of the feces plops out.

Smiling at the beautiful brown pile before you, you can't help but remember the incredible feeling of swallowing and digesting those two. "My, I could get used to this," you say out loud. You lean down and flush, watching the feces and bones go down the porcelain throne. With another sigh of happiness, you exit the bathroom just as your brother texts you back. "Nice one, dude! I'm so proud of you! You'll be the alpha of your neighborhood in no time. Trust me." And with that, you head back to bed to sleep for a tad bit longer.