Pumpkin Pie
Enjoy this Thanksgiving themed story. In which Scott has a lot to be grateful for. Derek... Not so much.
Scott had a nice, warm smile as he looked around the table. This was where he wanted to be for Thanksgiving. All of his friends and family were laughing, grateful for what they had, and reminiscing about the year. There were even some talks about Christmas plans, which Scott was very excited about. Apparently, they all wanted to go skiing before the big holiday. As Scott took another bite of his turkey, he rolled the idea around in his head. It was certainly an audacious plan, brought up by Jackson no less. Although Scott couldn't decide whether or not he thought it was a good idea. Despite having two plates, he was still quite peckish. As he was about to excuse himself to get another, he noticed Derek walk outside to catch some fresh Thanksgiving air. Scott excused himself and followed Derek out onto the porch deck.
“Need to get away?” Scott stood beside Derek. The sun hadn't dipped below the horizon yet. The entire backyard and Beacon Hills were bathed in a lovely autumn glow.
Derek sighs. “For a little bit. Doesn't help that I can still hear everything that's going on. But the weather is nice, this evening was great, I'm just reflecting on it is all.”
Scott went to say something profound, but all that came out was a small burp.
“Ahaha, sorry. I think I am thankful for the food. It's terrific. Mason and Corey are good cooks.” Scott would have to thank them later. They had done most of that heavy cooking. And even though Scott's belly was still begging for food, anybody who cooked on Thanksgiving was worthy of second and third helpings of gratitude.
“Yeah, they are good cooks. Happy you brought them in the pack, Scott.” Derek says quietly, but his voice is still filled with gratitude. They stood there for a long bit, just taking in the moment. Not that it lasted long, because Scott's belly ends up growling again.
“Not that I don't mind the company,” Derek said as he looked at Scott. He was wearing a nice Brown sweater that was jutting out just a little bit, thanks to all the food Scott had helped himself to. The True Alpha had himself a lovely little food baby.” But if you're hungry, you can head back inside, you don't need to stay out here with me.”
Scott went to object, but his belly growled again. He rubbed over his little pot belly before he gave Derek a cheeky smile.” You know you're probably right, but I think I know why I came out here. Aside from checking on you.”
Derek raises an eyebrow.” Oh yeah, and what is that?”
Derek doesn't get an answer to his question. Instead, he gets gripped by Scott with alarming and hungry strength. Derek knew that being the true Alpha gave him a slight edge in power, but this was something more primal. Derek is so caught off guard that he doesn't try to get out at first, which is a big mistake. Because before too long, he is staring down into Scott's mouth and squished inside!
The hungry Wolf tastes all over Derek's face and determines that he was exactly what he was looking for. He tugs Derek and more towards the back of his mouth. Derek's stubble, hair, and face are all slathered with Scott's saliva before he gets gulped down. Scott steadily took in Derek's neck and shoulders. Those rounded shoulders should have been an issue, but Scott's status makes short work of those boulders. Scott pushes them on down as it creates a bulge in his neck.
It was then that Derek started to struggle and tried to use his beefy biceps to break free. However, Scott still had them clamped to Derek's side. All the while Scott nibbled on Derek's hefty chest. The wolf drooled all over it as he was shoved inside, no differently than the many Thanksgiving staples Scott had eaten tonight. Before too long, those arms had also been stuffed down alongside Derek's abs. Scott's throat continues to bulge as he devours more of the studly wolf. Those lips of his, clothes around Derek's hands as Scott completely consumes the entirety of Derek's upper half.
Derek's journey is hot and slimy. The Wolf passes by that excitable heartbeat on his way down. Derek was only able to grumble and kick his legs, realizing it was utterly hopeless. Soon, he passes through the ring into Scott's belly. Although his head was first, the rest of his body would soon follow. Especially as Scott chomps and tastes over Derek's ass. Happily drawing out all of the flavors that he can as Derek kicks his legs feebly. The wolf only gets a temporary relief when Scott swallows his massive buttocks. Only to realize that more of him was joining Scott's belly.
Gulp after gulp sends more of Derek down. Scott's Brown sweater is completely exposed, showing Scott's tanned belly. It rapidly fills Derek's belly to a grateful state. Derek squishes up against turkey, mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese, Ham, green beans, corn, etc. Becoming the latest dish to be served to Scott. All while his legs are slurped up and dropped within. No longer needing to use his hands, Scott runs his hands over that full belly. It was getting hot with Derek being dropped inside, but it felt nice against the cool air. Scott takes in those long, muscular legs, thighs, and calves, until nothing but Derek's shoes remain.
The true Alpha takes a moment to remove Derek's sneakers and leave him, just with his socks. They clatter to the ground and leave Derek's socked feet wiggling. The true Alpha takes a moment just to rub over Derek's squirming gut of Derek. It felt so good to stuff himself like this. Mason and Corey's cooking was good, but having a belly filled with live wolf meat was nothing compared to that. Felt like Derek was meant to fill his belly and make it heavy and round. Scott took a couple of moments longer to appreciate it, then pushed those feet in and tipped his head back. Derek's legs went down Scott's throat and joined Derek at the bottom.
There is a visible bounce as Scott's belly sags and attempts to become round with its delicious new content. Scott is no longer a hungry Wolf, but a fat and satisfied one. He runs his hands all over the massive bulge as Scott blows out of his mouth. Now he was genuinely feeling the aftereffects of Thanksgiving. The happy wolf plays with his belly button and can feel Derek squirming from the other side. Scott chuckles as he holds his belly from the underside.
“To answer your question, the reason I came out here was to eat you! You are my dessert, Derek! Better than any pumpkin pie that's for sure!” Scott gloated. He didn't want to be mean to Derek, but it was true. He tasted better than any pumpkin pie ever could. Derek seemed to disagree with that idea as he began to struggle quite a bit. Scott watched as his belly bounced and grumbled. It went on for quite some time before Scott slaps the side of it, before inevitably letting up a huge belch.
BWAAAAAOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPP!
“Whew…” Scott listened as he had apparently set off the car alarms. He threw back his head with laughter as he rubbed over the top of his belly gently. He could tell that Derek was still struggling within, but the burp had tightened up the belly. His outline could be seen as Scott stretched his arms above his head, taking that immense sphere with him. With the aftereffects of the burp, the heaviness of Derek and all the other food, Scott felt a little queasy. Scott let out a big yawn before turning to walk back into the house. His belly filled with Derek, who entered before he did.
The festivities were moved to the living room, and Scott didn't want to disturb. So instead, he turns down the hall and heads towards one of the bedrooms. His Derek filled gut bounces with every step. Scott opens the door to one of them and then falls into the bed, starfish style. His massive belly wiggles and moves on top of them, but there was nothing Derek could do. He was a prisoner, a passenger, Scott's little pumpkin pie. And his belly reminded him of that by squeezing him as Scott placed one hand possessively on the top. The top of the dome is slapped happily. The True Alpha burps to the side and chuckles.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Derek.” Scott said as he drifted off to sleep. Derek grumbled as he was forced to curl up inside that snoozing wolf. Scott's hand never left the top of his belly as Derek could feel it. As if it alone kept Derek from breaking free. In the end, Derek would end up passing out before Scott's belly digests him. When morning came the next day, Scott would find his belly to be nice and round, while the rest of him was a bit more husky. Scott stretched, scratched the underside of his belly, and would have no idea that a little tattoo of Derek was plastered underneath. A reminder to Scott of where Derek was and an advertisement to others that Scott had claimed Derek Hale as nothing more than belly fat.
Scott becoming just a little bit more husky after consuming Derek...
