Walker's POV

Moving from Virginia was not ideal, but you had **** in the matter. Your dad wanted to make sure you had a nice, easier access to acting areas, so, after some research, he settled on a neighborhood that's just in the middle of all the acting places and sets you'd have to film at for 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians'. As your brother and father loaded the last of your things into the back of the car, you look around your room, feeling a wave of nostalgia. It'd been your home for the last 15 years, and now... it's time to go. Just as you turn to leave, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

You pull out the device and see you just got a text message from your Co-Star, Charlie Bushnell. You and Charlie had secretly been dating ever since the first day of filming the show. He was always kind to you, but he admitted on multiple occasions that even though he loved you, he'd much rather turn you into fat and shit. You always found it sweet of him to say something like that. Smiling, you open it and read what he texted you. "Hey, snack. Glad you're moving closer to me. Your registered house is only a half hour drive from mine. As soon as you have the chance to sneak out, I'll meet you at the place we agreed. Don't forget to bring your brother. I can't wait for your huge body to be inside mine." The text ended with a kissing face emoji and the emoji licking it's lips. You blush, excited for tomorrow night.

For the past month, you and your boyfriend had been making a plan for this move. You currently live about an 8 hour drive from the actor, but your new house is MUCH closer. As soon as you arrive, unpack all your boxes in your room, and wait for night fall tomorrow, you were going to sneak into your brother's room, eat him, and then meet up with Charlie so he could eat you. After all, it's not fair for a hot actor like your boyfriend to have to stare at you, hungry all the time. While you were filming the show, your director had made all the cast sign a contract that said they couldn't eat or be eaten by anyone so filming wouldn't have to be delayed due to a large gut incident. Due to this, you embarrassingly had to wear a sign for the 11 months of filming that said, "Actor: Contracted to not be eaten. Eater's will be fined for failure to adhere to contract."

You found it so embarrassing that you had to wear that because your only dream and goal in life was to be eaten. It's the reason you were born. Your sole destiny. To end up in someone's gut and become pure shit and fat... Imagine the honor. When your boyfriend said he wanted to eat you, you jumped at the opportunity instantly. You are a legal, registered prey, but you sadly haven't been eaten yet due to the contract and your dad protecting you for the most part. Nowadays, he's always drunk, so his duties have slacked. Even though you are a prey, you'd always wondered what it'd be like to actually eat someone as well. Since you were already going to die, you figured you'd take your brother with you as more weight for your boyfriend to add to himself. Your brother is 3 years younger than you, so he'd be lighter and hopefully not nearly as filling.

Getting into the car, your dad backs all of you out of the driveway and starts heading for the new home. It'd take a day or so to get there, since you'd all need to stop for food and a hotel for a night. But in less than 20 hours, you'd be at your new home, closer to your forever home. Nearly 2 hours into your drive, you stop at a gas station to go pee. You walk inside and see another boy standing at a urinal. The two of you glace at each other briefly, then do your business. Just as you were finishing up, the doors to the bathroom flew open and this jock came in, walking towards the sink. As soon as he saw you and the other kid, he stopped in his tracks and smiled. "Well, well, well. Look at these 2, cute snacks right here."

The other kid yelped, backing away as you stared at the cute jock in awe. "Aren't you both delicious looking." Falling to your knees, you whisper, "Please eat me. I want to be a part of you so bad." The jock smiled, happy with the willing meal, but then he turned his attention back on the other kid. "And you? Do you want to be eaten?" The kid just stayed in the corner, shaking his head through tears. The jock chuckled. "As much as I like the prospect of a willing meal, scared and helpless meals taste a lot better." He started walking towards the other kid, who began to scream. Watching in fascination, the jock lifted the kid up by his shirt and lowered his head into his mouth.

From behind you, your father grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the bathroom, running back to the car. As soon as you both got inside, he locked the door and took a few deep breaths. "Oh my god, Walker. Imagine if that was you. Your acting career would be over. We wouldn't get anymore money. I can't even..." He continues to yap on as you drone his voice out, thinking about how nice it would have been if you were that kid.

Nearly 3 hours later, you stop for the night at a hotel next to a hamburger shack. Your dad gets you and Tanner situated in the room as he goes down to get you both some food. Tanner turns on the tv to watch some cartoons as you look out the window. In the parking lot below, a man in his 30's or 40's stands outside of a room, completely nude without any clothes on. He watches the door next to him as a young kid, no older than your age, walks out. Before the dad inside the room can stop the kid, the man snatches him up and quickly gulps him down his throat, reducing the boy to a simple bulge in his belly. The dad sobs as the man burps, wiping his lips. With a little pat, he waves goodbye to the dad and goes up the stairs and into the hotel room next to yours.

You sigh, remembering the deal you made with your boyfriend. Looking back at your brother, you contemplate what you should do. Before you can decide, your dad walks into the room, carrying a brown, paper bag with fires and burgers. He smiles and sets up the food at the table, beckoning the two of you to join him.

You wake up at 1 AM to the sound of music next door. Sitting up, you slide out of bed, grab your phone and your father's key card to the room, and slip out the door. You quickly and quietly sneak over to your neighbor's room and knock on the door. About 10 seconds later, the music stops and the door swings open. The man looks down at you and scoffs with a smile. "What do you want, runt?" You stutter, not sure how to respond. "I... I want to be eaten?" The man stares at you for a second, frowning. Then, he looks around outside, then grabs you by the shirt and goes back into his room, slamming the door shut.

He throws you onto the bed, then laughs. "My, my. Daddy lost sight of his little angel. That angel is going to make a nice addition to my stomach." You smile and close your eyes blissfully. "That's where good little boys like me belong, sir. I'm just a meal for you." The guy laughs and smacks his belly, jiggling it as you continue. "But sir? I have one request. My boyfriend was supposed to eat me, but I can't wait that long. Please, when I've ended up as a bulge in your stomach, can you hit send on this text?" You show the man your phone which has a message to Charlie.

"Hey, Char. I'm so sorry, but you won't be able to get that meal like you wanted. I met a guy who is going to eat me. He's the one that sent you this text. Know that you were always on my mind and I will never forget you. I'm sorry you couldn't make me your meal. I love you." The guy reads each word and chuckles. "Sure, kid. I'll send that text. No problem. As long as you become fat for my gut." He laughs again, then heads for the bathroom. "Stay right there. I gotta shit out this kid I digested earlier." As the man walks into the toilet area and plops down, you lay back, excited for what comes next. As you close your eyes, preparing for your eventual end, you hear an alarm clock ring... and you wake up.

Your body jolts forward as you look around. You're still in your bed, having dreamt the entire thing. You put your hands on your face and sigh, having looked forward to what could've been. The door to the bathroom opens and your dad and brother walk out. Your dad is in a towel, dripping wet from a shower and your brother is still in his pajama's, having just recently woken up to go to the toilet. Sighing, you turn off the alarm and see that it's already 11 in the afternoon. What a long day to go. As you leave the hotel to get in the car, you walk past the room of the man you saw and dreamt about last night. Laying on his bed, he faps his 7 inch, thick cock, enjoying the fat from his young meal yesterday. Briefly watching the man jerk off, he catches your eyes and smiles before your dad drags you along.

It takes you another 3 hours, but you finally arrive in your new neighborhood around 2:30. It's not a bad place, actually. You and your brother quite like it. *To bad we're not staying,* you tell yourself. Getting to your house, you can see that the moving truck has already parked outside and the movers have already started bringing furniture and boxes inside. Your dad walks in, grabs a beer from the fridge, starts chugging it, then passes out on the couch. You sigh, taking a few boxes up to your room. Luckily, your bed and some shelves are already installed, so you can start unpacking. But, first, you gotta get the boxes.

Going back outside, you grab a large stack of the cardboard containers and try to balance them before someone runs into you and you fall to your butt. Groaning, you hear someone say, "Shit! I'm so sorry, man. I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you." A hand reaches out towards you, which you grip onto as you stand up. In front of you, a hot, young adult smiles, a look of sympathy and embarrassment on his face. You smile back, figuring you should say something in return. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm Walker. Walker Scobell." You extend your hand, which the guy shakes slightly. "Nice to meet you, Walker. I'm Y/N. Say, those look like moving boxes. Are you new around here?"

After about 2 minutes of talking and cleaning later, Y/N offers you to take the rest of your boxes inside. You accept the offer and finally get back to your room, showing it to the guy. "Wow! Ya'll landed a sweet gig here!" Y/N whistles and spins around to see everything. You laugh and nod. "Yeah. We certainly got lucky." The guy looks back at you. "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." In a flash, Y/N grabs you by the shoulder's and shoves your head inside his mouth. In one quick, strong tear, the Eater rips your shirt in half and lets it fall to the floor as he takes another big gulp, swallowing inch after inch of your body. He takes your pants and briefs off, then finishes off the meal as the rest of you falls swiftly into his stomach, curling up in the fetal position.

Tears of joy fill your eyes as you moan in bliss and ecstasy, finally living your dream. Through the wall of flesh, you can briefly hear Y/N saying something about a meal in 18 years, but you don't care. This is the best moment of your life. Your new home shakes as the guy plops down onto what you assume is your bed, while the digestive juices around you slowly cover your body and begin to melt your flesh, burning you alive. Closing your eyes with a smile, you succumb to your fate as fat in this stranger's belly.