A Boy and his Beal
My half of a trade with wildside Involving his character Beal the Bull and his Human Room-mate Trevor.
A day in the life, pretty much, with alluded shaggery and eventual nomming. :3
A Boy and his Beal. © Tsumi Moogle '11
Beal © His Player. Trevor © His player.
'Beep-Beep-Beep' His alarm was ringing. Why the hell was his Alarm ringing..? Groggily, Trevor lifted his head from his pillow to reach for the source of the piercing shrill. Grabbing his phone and glaring at it angrily, he eyed over the time; "9:30" and groaned as he turned the alarm off with a press of his thumb. Rolling onto his back, Trevor flumped his arm and phone down into his padded blanket, and sighed as he stared at the ray of light that managed to peek through his curtains and splay across his roof. "Oh yeah.." He murmured darkly to himself, releasing his phone and rubbing his face with a hand, and scratching his hair-matching auburn chin-stubble. He'd forgotten to turn off the pre-set alarm for today.. He was scheduled off today. "Thank fuck for that." He groaned, throwing his blanket aside and easing from bed with a stretch, before tugging on a pair of dark jeans and a red shirt, before trudging from his room, the denim hems shuffling in his stride.
Rubbing his eyes again as he closed his doors behind him, Trevor lifted his head to look down the hall-way, only to be greeted by a veritable wall of tan-coloured flesh that promptly crashed against him and firmly pressed and ground him back against his door, smothering him firmly. In shock, the human struggled, pushing at the malleable wall, for a number of seconds, before it pulled away with a low, heavy chuckle, and the thick southern drawl of his room-mate.
"Oops. Sorry there, Trev'. Was commin' t'check on ya. Wondered wha' the hell that noise was." Beal smirked, the look on his Bovine face saying he was anything but checking on his room-mate. Aside from body-checking him, perhaps. Trevor spluttered and panted dishevelledly, pushing at the great bull's Gut, as he fought back a slight burning to his cheeks, eying the rounded mass of a pot-belly he'd long idolized and adored in private. It sat heavy on Beal's form, but he wore it so well, emphasized by the thick triangular ruff of brown chest-hair pointing down to it and the thick Snail-trail creeping from his over-hung waist-band that reached the bottom of the bull's remarkably inny belly-button, which he was almost idly toying with a thick finger. Pushing past the bull, he waved a hand. "Yeah, it was just my phone.. Forgot to turn it off." The human said airily, making for the kitchen to get himself some food, and shortly after, settled on the massive couch in the lounge-room.
That was another part he liked about living with Beal; everything, like the bull, was huge. And owing to the Nature of his room-mate, most all of it bore signs of use. The couch in particular, sank a ways, owing to Beal's prodigious size and girth having long since bent the poor furniture piece to his will, and ass-shape. Accordingly, it took a few moments for Trevor to get comfortable as he munched a slice of cold pizza from the fridge, turning the TV on opposite him, whilst Beal lazily tromped his way around infront of him and turned, as if to settle his panoramic ass on the human.
Blinking in hurried and well-deserved panic, Trevor raised a hand, pressing at the well-worn, pale blue denim hugging the Bull's ass. "Woah! Woah! Beal! I'm here!" Trevor spluttered, as the bull began to lean back, before pausing. "Oh yeah.. Whoops." The bull grinned, giving a lazy incline of his head, paused in position, before his short ropey tail flicked, and lifted, before with a low, audible rumble, Trevor Blinked and closed his eyes with a wince as Beal groaned and let loose a low, crass waft of gas, grunting and chuckling to himself. "Sorry 'bout that. Been holding it in." The bull grinned and shuffled aside before crashing his broad ass atop the couch, making the furniture groan in protest.
The human coughed, thankful he had swallowed his mouthful of pizza, before the assault and eyed his pizza uncertainly. "Damnit Beal!" The human huffed, fanning the air before his face, and moving the plate of pizza aside. The Bovine merely shrugged, grinning all too pleased with himself as he snagged a piece to munch anyway.
"What..? Still tastes fine." The bull grinned, taking the entire slice into his muzzle, letting his room-mate watch a moment, before he tilted his head and swallowed it down simply. Trevor stared slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat for several reasons, before the bull leant in smoothly, a cheeky gleam in his brown eyes as he paused, bare inches from his Room-mate's face, and then let loose a window-rattling belch. Trevor blinked and coughed in the thick rush of pizza-and-beer scented breath, feeling a fleck or two of the bull's thick saliva splattering his cheek before the bull sat up straight, smacking his lips. "'Scuse me." He smirked, and lazily flipped channels, ignoring the human in almost knowing way as Trevor shakily, sheepishly wiped his face, stunned into silence enough to not even berate the Bovine.
"Haven't got work today, then?" Beal grunted, as he switched channels by remote, his other arm draped along the back of the couch as he settled himself in comfortably and from the corner of his eyes, spied over his room-mate. "Thankfully, no." Trevor muttered, his tone both indeed thankful, and bitter, as he thought idly of his job in pizza delivery, huffing out a breath, before blinking to Beal's arm easing from the back of the couch, and around his shoulder, giving him a firm, directing tug against his broad paunch. Whether affectionate or just domineering, Trevor certainly wasn't sure, but he appreciated all the same as he settled against the thin pelt of his room-mate, lifting a hand to obligingly toy his fingers against the Bull's navel-ring and belly-button. Grunting approvingly, Beal said nothing, smirking contently to himself as he let the noise of the TV drown out thought as he savoured his room-mate's digits tugging and kneading along the stretchy navel of his, whilst keeping his arm about the Fleshy's shoulder, keeping him held in place.
The minutes stretched lazily into hours as the pair passed the day away, enjoying the company of one-another, the human quietly, and lazily doting on the bull's broad pot of a gut, toying his belly-button, and seeing how much he could fit inside, before rubbing about the flesh in smooth circles, whilst occasionally the bull let loose another wet belch, toyed free by the stirring motions of his personal belly-rubber. The TV was rather ignored, as Beal rumbled lowly, his eyes closed, and a dopey grin stretched over his face as the human toyed the snug ring of his belly-button, the sensations remarkably pleasing to the bull, to the point that he nearly caught himself panting once or twice. He stirred some on the couch, as the teasing continued, and paused as he looked down to his groin, swelling from the teasing sensations, Denim almost creaking in protest. Slowly, he looked aside to the human, meeting Trevor's face, that grin speaking wordlessly his intent, as Trev' nodded in agreement. The Bovine grunted as he got to his broad feet and hefted Trevor onto his shoulder, neatly carting the human to his bed-room to deposit him bodily on the broad bed. By the time Trevor had recovered from the playful slam, Beal had shucked his pants, and was crawling up onto the bed with a very knowing gleam in his eyes as he grasped at the Human's waist-band and neatly dragged them down about his room-mate's ankles. With an almost predatory draw of his tongue along his broad lips, the Bull rolled Trevor over, and clambered over him.
Seemingly several hours later, Trevor panted heavily, spooned against Beal's hefty form, with a broad arm draped possessively over him. His skin slick with sweat, matching the darkened fur of the bull thick with Beal's musk. Between his legs, his cock ached from the several loads it had unleashed, and his backside clenched as best it could about the monster of a cock rammed snug in his backside. Sheepishly, he felt a drizzle of bull-jizz leaking free and along his cheeks as he held a pillow to him. It held Beal's normal musk, and now his own for holding it through the entire session. Almost inviting sleep, Trevor blinked as Beal slowly groaned and withdrew with a 'shlurk!' Leaving him feeling remarkably empty. "Almost time to get going.." The Bull grunted, speaking over the human, smirking. "Dale's holdin' a party at his place tonight. Y'coming?"
Trevor slumped onto his front on the Bull's bed considering Beal's offer and recalling Dale; Rather like Beal, but not quite as tall.. One of his footballing friends. Usually a party invitation inferred the rest of the team would be there. The human slowly sat up and nodded. "Sure." He grinned lightly, before easing shakily from the bed to go get himself ready.
The party was everything Trevor had ever come to expect from gatherings of Beal and his like-minded associates; Loud and crass music, The team assortedly spread through the house, each with a can of beer to each burly male's hand, and deep, belly-rumbling laughter as they shared recent stories. It was a sight, both terrible, and amusing to the human as he sat on a couch, barely paying his own drink any attention. Truth be told he'd be content to while away the time at the parties watching Beal and his friends, given they were all so similar in just about everything they did. Including predation.
"Didn't see me at all." Grunted Dale as he grinned, taking another hearty swig of his beer, and pausing for a crass belch. "He was dawdling in the locker rooms.. I reckon to have a peek or something.. So when his back was turned, I up and pinned him to the wall, and then.." His thickened gut gave a low churning gurgle that drew raucous laughter from the other team members, as Dale slapped his gut heartily. With his eyes lingering on that soft gut hidden behind the Bull's jersey, Trevor found his eyes easing over to Beal's casual form standing heavy, thickly padded muscles like a wall on the field, and exquisitely used for his own torture half the time. "Up and pinned him to the wall.." The human thought to himself. "And then.." Beal belched heavily, smirking and crunching the can in his hand like nothing, before tromping to the kitchen to snag another. Trevor shuddered despite himself.
Several hours of reminiscing and drinking later saw the bull finally conceding to the need for sleep, and staggering after his designated driver, eased into the car with a grunt, grinning in a doped-up manner, quite pleased with the time he'd had. As the apartment door opened, Beal stumped his way in, with a light groan, stopping inside the door to bend over and tug at his boots, before grunting as Trevor walked into his backside face-first, and stumbled back before turning on the lights.
"Sorry Beal." The human murmured tiredly, closing the door behind himself, and looking up as the bull rose, with a curious look in his eyes. Slowly the bull stepped forward, and pressed his room-mate back against the door, grinning as he slowly ground that thick gut against the Human's chest and face, making Trevor splutter and squirm, pushing at the thick gut as it gave a gravid gurgle against him. "Beal..!" The human protested, as the bull chuckled to the voice, before slowly trailing his tongue along his broad lips. "Hurr.. Sorry Trev'.." The bull grunted lightly, but apparently refused to let up, as he kept grinding, savouring the struggles against his gut as it groaned lightly, seeming to nudge his subconscious with the fact that He'd been picking at peanuts and pretzels the last several hours with nothing substantial..
The Bovine's tongue trailed his lips again, before he slowly eased his arms down to Trevor, and dragged him up against his body, into a thick hug against the bared ruff of chest hair peeking from his open-front button-up shirt. Trevor gasped some with the Bull's open display of affection, before before Beal's broad muzzle moved before his face and yawned open with a thick rattling belch, washing the thick scent of fermented alchohol over him. The human coughed, and spluttered, before opening his eyes again, and pausing as he stared; Beal's jaws were widening further, and leaning in; over his face; his head; him!
The human found himself struggling, for evident reasons, as his logical mind insisted, but further to grind himself against the bull as the slimey heat of the Bull's great jaws encompassed his head and smushed his face into the broad, pillow tongue and thick air of the Bovine's gullet. Beal ate people. Trevor knew this. He accepted and embraced this, and he loved it. A side of his room-mate that despite whatever he would tell anyone else, he craved to see more of, even if it were a horrifically final thing to do.
The slimey grasp drew further over him; Beal's hands rather clumsily moving down his torso to hold and heft him up as the Bull's gut ground against his hips and legs, pinning him to the door as he steadily glutted himself on the Human. Those broad herbivorous jaws gaped with almost casual ease as they wriggled side to side along chest and stomach.
The inside of the bull was stifling; in heat, in smell, in darkness. It compressed and rolled, kneading powerful muscles over his writhing body to drag him deeper into the the thickly squishing, thumping and churning depths that Beal was apparently so eager to greet him with. The bovine's eyes were closed as he savored the awkward rush of ingesting a person, whilst not the thrill he would have if sober, he still enjoyed the feel of every struggling bulge against his gullet, behind his chest, and within his swelling pot-belly as his room-mate steadily vanished from the world. Beal groaned slowly as he tipped his head up; the world span as if in denial of his meal, and he blindly held against a wall for support as he gaped and swallowed heavily to seal the Human's denim clad calves beyond the broad lips he so often teased him with.
Calves, ankles, toes.. Trevor slide inch by precarious inch into the slimey darkness, until he heard faintly, an odd 'clop' and felt the cool air of the outside world vanishing wholly. Beal had done it. Really done it; He had eaten him. The muscles continued unrelentingly in packing him down in behind that gut he admired and toyed so often, panting as the walls sloshed and churned, before beginning a lazy swaying motion, as the bull staggered for his bedroom.
Beal's face was the epitome of satisfaction. Blearily finding his bed and easing onto his side, and then back on it with a grunt, he lay in place, kneading his hands along the odd jostling bulges, incoherent to the words and sounds of his room-mate.. Laying his head back, he paused to let rip another heavy belch, before some sober inkling in the back of his mind gave him a nudge. Slowly, the bull leant over, to snag a tablet or two from his bed-side cabinet. Despite being incapable of reading the blurred label in his state, he grinned as he tossed the broad pills back and swallowed.
"Hurr.. knew I got them antacid pills for somethin'.." The bull murmured, before crashing back onto his bed, dozing under the slight weight and struggling feel of his belly.