Chris licked His lips slowly, like a starved Hyena. He had been waiting for this very moment. since Duncan had stepped foot on the Island, Chris was itching to feel Duncan's average-muscled body inside of His stomach, and His Radioactive Green Mohawk tickling his esophagus.
"Hey, Duncan.." Chris Said calmly as he walks into the trap Duncan was held in.
Chris's Muscular, tanned body was throbbing as he came closer.
"G-Get away, Old man!" Duncan hollars as a trickle of sweat pours down His Collarbone.
"Hmm.. I could do that, but I don't want to.."
Duncan felt Chris's tight grip on his shoulders, as These words pierced His Brain:
"Now THIS is a real dinner!!" Chris cries out.
Chris got on his knees and prepared for His meal. Slowly, His Jaw opens to its limit, and manages to fit Duncan's head inside.
"aahh.." was the only noise Chris could muster as His stomach stretched to fit Duncan's Broad Shoulders and torso. Flustered and Heated, His body sweat glittered on his skin as he managed to fit Duncan's legs into His insides.
Chris had a satisfied smile on his face as he rubbed His giant, Duncan-filled Stomach.
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