the last story

It is 1:00 am in downtown Los Angles. T-Bone has just been released from prison, and is walking the streets having nothing but the clothes on his back—a white wife-beater, a baggy pair of shorts and his sandals. The crisp night air chills him to the bone as he gathers his thoughts.

“I got to find a way to my cousin’s place in Silverlake. I could take the subway but I don’t want to get caught without fair. FUCK its cold. I need a jacket… and money. I wonder if I can knock over a house around here.”

When he comes to a residential street, he peers up and down a dark cul-de-sac to find a potential house to break into. Approaching a one-story home, he crawls in through a window on the left of the house which has been conveniently left unlocked. Attempting to navigate his way through the darkness, he finds his way into the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator door, only to find it completely barren.

“Damn. Nothing to eat. I’m STARVING!”

T-Bone takes a step into the living room, only to bump into a small boy. The boy is dressed in pajamas, rubbing sleep out of his eye.

“Ugh, sup lil homie?” asks T-Bone.

“Are you my daddy?” asks the boy.

“Hell nah, why?”

“Mommy said daddy would be home soon.”

“Sorry to disappoint kiddo, I ain’t your daddy but,” T-Bone says as he picks the boy up by his collar with his left hand, bringing him up eye level, “I can give you a new home.”

With a devilish grin, he opens his mouth, shoving the boys head into it. The boy struggles feverishly, attempting to escape the iron grip of the predator’s mouth. Clamping down on the kid’s neck, T-Bone tears the shirt off of him and pull off his pajama bottoms, discarding them on the floor. He proceeds to swallow hard, sucking the boy’s head into his throat, pulling his chest and arms into his mouth. Like a snake, T-Bone swallows slowly but rhythmically. The boy inches further and further down his esophagus, until he hits the cardia—the link between the esophagus and the stomach. After a momentary pause, the boy’s head is pushed past the cardia and into the stomach, giving greater ease for the rest of his body to follow suit. T-Bone’s stomach immediately expands, forcing his skin to stretch in order to accommodate his meal. By this time, T-Bone has begun to swallow the boy’s thighs, which are now flailing as wildly as possible. After three final gulps, the boy ends up in T-Bone’s stomach, which swells enormously to fit him inside. T-Bone widens his stance to remain balanced and places a hand on his now protruding gut. Once flat, it is now spherical, with the boy crammed into the fetal position, still struggling to find escape.

"Oh, Damn. Urp. Been almost a year since I ate a kid. Forgot how good they fill me up. Well I got something in my stomach… but I still need some cash in my pocket.”

T-Bone struts down the hallway and decides to peer into the first bedroom on the right. He stumbles into what must be the kids’ room, which has two bunk-beds on either side, with two more boys still asleep.

"Hmm. Well, might as well make it a family meal."

T-Bone grabs a foot dangling from the top bunk and places it in his mouth. Grabbing the boy’s other foot, he takes off the boy’s pajama pants and—with a rather large heave—swallows his entire lower body. The force of T-Bone’s suction pulls the boy completely off the bed, startling him awake, while ripping off his shirt. Wide eyed, the boy is barely able to realize what’s happening before his head is sucked into T-Bone's mouth. He gets out "Mom-" before his face disappears. T-Bone stumbles back against the bedroom wall, trying to compose himself after swallowing his second meal. His belly, now significantly bigger, hangs heavily before him.

"HICCUP. Oh, shit. Nothing like a tender young 30lbs steak. UUUURP!"

T-Bone walks over to the bottom bunk, grabbing the last brother's head and placing it into his mouth.

"Time for the third course…"

Moments later, T-Bone waddles out of the boy’s bedroom, preceded by his rotund stomach. All three siblings now packed inside, T-Bone savors the physical sensations of their combined struggles.

"BURP! Ahhh. Damn, now that's what I call a family meal. Little fuckers are still kicking. I haven't eaten this good since before I was thrown in the slammer."

He continues his way down the hall and enters the master bedroom, still determined to find cash. He sees a woman in her late 20s asleep on the bed. Long, wavy hair partly covers her face. Her amply breasts are covered by a silk laced black bra. Wearing a matching pair of panties, her thighs and lower legs are bare, almost glistening in the moonlight. T-Bone reaches under his grossly engorged stomach to adjust his package.

"Ah, fuck yeah! That's what's up!"

The woman wakes with a start.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" she asks, clutching herself.

She takes a moment to look over T-Bone, obviously impressed with his physique. T-Bone begins to take off his pants.

"Eh baby, all you need to know is you about to find out why they call me T-Bone."

Under T-Bone's massive belly, his enormous, erect penis is completely exposed. It twitches, seemingly eager to find a crevice to bury itself in.

"I bring the BEEF!"