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Walt was snoring gently behind me, arm draped over me protectively. I couldn't sleep, again. Seemed like every night for a month now, I'd wake up at some ungodly hour snuggled into my boyfriends embrace, wanting desperately to be even closer to him. No, wanting isn't the right word. It wasn't a desire, it was a need. Like breathing, or drinking. Or eating. Something primal I needed, that I'd always needed but never gotten. And I wanted nothing in the world more than to wake him up and tell him. But I couldn't, it wouldn't be fair to him. This big gator I stupidly fell in love with wouldn't want to, and I was terrified of that. Of hearing that he couldn't give me what I needed, or wouldn't at least. So like every other night for the last month, I just sighed and snuggled into his soft chest and belly. I mean, even if I wanted to spring this on him, which I did, it could wait for morning right? I shouldn't take away his sleep.

Then I heard his stomach growl, groan. And before I knew it I was shaking him awake.

"Hrereg. House on fire?" he said sleepily. Instantly I felt awful. The clock by our bedside was saying 3 am.

"No sweetie. No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you. Go back to sleep." I kissed his brow and snuggled back in again, but he reached over me and turned on the bedside light. It was blinding for a minute, but slowly my eyes adjusted to the glow.

"If it was important enough to wake me up then it's important enough to tell me," he said, his voice a low rumble. People who didn't know him thought he sounded threatening, but that's just his voice. I knew him well enough to pick up the annoyance, the grogginess, and the love in his voice. Or maybe I just knew that's what should be in there, so I assumed it's what was in there.

"It can wait till morning," I said, hoping he'd forget it by then. But he was wise to my tricks by now, even the ones I'd never pulled before.

"Or you can tell me now and just get it over with." A small smile appeared on his lips, then he stretched and I stared into his maw as he yawned. I nearly melted.

"I. Um. Have you, do you know what" I hesitated. Moment of truth. "Do you know what vore is?" He looked at me for a moment, then let out a single snort of laughter.

"And here I'd been resisting the urge to eat you." He gave me a kiss. "Thought you wouldn't want it." He held me close, I could feel his soft fat squishing around me. I hugged back, burying my face in his chest. I wasn't sure what to feel. After two years, it never crossed my mind that he was a pred. I mean at first sure, that's part of why I was attracted to him. But they're usually supposed to make the first move right? For the finale at least. Then a thought crossed my mind, maybe I wouldn't be going to work on Monday. I'd be busy churning and digesting away. I mean, I thought I'd have to talk him into it if nothing else.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked when I came up for air.

"Didn't want to scare you off. Was hoping for something permanent with you really, but lately... well like I said, I've been resisting the urge. You're just so tasty, and it's been too long since I've felt someone squirming inside me."

"So I won't be your first?" I ask, mock annoyed. "And here I wanted it to be something just between us!"

"Sorry love. You've been sharing me with a few others this whole time I'm afraid. But I thought you liked them too." He pressed my hand into his belly, the soft fat giving to my small hand engulfed beneath his. "So I didn't think you minded."

"So how many?" I asked. "No, sorry, none of my business."

"Like hell it isn't. You should know how many roommates you'll be getting. It's three by the way. Well two plus you I suppose, but you're basically already eaten aren't you?" My cock twitched at that, and I realized I was rock hard. Not a surprise really, I'd just been a bit preoccupied with other things.

"Just two?" I squeezed his belly. In the chat-rooms I sometimes frequented, preds would talk about the dozens of lucky guys that had ended up disappearing down their gullets. Probably bragging I knew, but still. You got the feeling that most preds had double digits by 30 at least.

"What can I say? I have high standards."

"Oh? Like what?"

"I have to love them before I eat them. Or maybe I don't I just always have." He shrugged. "I think that probably makes it better though."

"Yeah?" Most of me was still trying to process this, all of it. But I guess a small part of me felt worried, or jealous, because I found myself asking "Why haven't you ever told me about them?"

"I didn't think you'd want to hear about them." Walt said. "Figured you'd be jealous. Or ask what happened to them."

"What did happen to them?"

"Umm, I ate them. I just said"

"No I mean... nevermind."

"What is it?"

I pulled away from him a bit. "You said you loved them, but in two years you've never mentioned them." Walt was quiet for a minute, then grunted.

"You're worried I'll forget about you?"

That was exactly it I realized, though I hadn't known until he said it. I didn't want to just disappear from his life and his mind like these other two apparently had.

"I didn't forget about them." Walt said when I didn't respond. "I think about them every day. They always put a smile on my face, just like you do. And always will."

I looked back up at him. "Tell me about them." I sounded small, whiny, even to myself, but he just smiled and pulled me into his arms again.

"James was a cute rabbit, like you. Always had a thing for rabbits. He was my first real boyfriend, back in high-school. I mean the first I dated longer than a week or two at least, and the first guy I ever fell in love with. He was smart, smarter than me by a mile, also like you," he tapped my forehead lightly with his hand. "And he was sweet, one of the kindest guys I've ever known. The sort of guy who would give his lunch to a homeless man every day on the way to school because he needed it more. Which also kept him really skinny, especially after he joined the swim team. He was kind of a golden boy at school, everyone liked him, or at least nobody hated him. He fit in with everyone a little, but other than me he wasn't really close to anyone there." Walt smiled. "I always felt so special that he decided to be with the fat dopey kid instead of anyone else. He said I just had a quality, something he couldn't resist."

"I know exactly what he was talking about." I say, smiling too.

"I'm sure you do, since I eventually figured out it was mostly my belly. He'd always enjoyed rubbing it and playing with it, in and out of bed. Sorry, probably shouldn't talk about that huh?"

"Please do. I want to know." I did, it felt important to me somehow. To know who came before me in his life. And in his gut.

"Ok. Well when we'd been dating for about 8 months, it was senior year. college acceptance letters were starting to come in. I said he was smart and I meant it, he got into Harvard, Yale, every school he applied to. I'd applied to some of the lower tier ones he had, they were pretty much reach schools for me and safety schools for him. He got into all of them, some with pretty nice scholarships. Apparently the 2400 on his SATs impressed them. I, well, I didn't get into any of them. I got into a community college nearby, but they basically accepted everyone with a pulse. And James' parents weren't going to let him go there, they said it would be a waste. He didn't want to leave me behind. I loved him, I didn't want to lose him and I knew if he went he'd find someone as smart as him, or at least smarter than me, and he'd forget all about me."

"So you ate him?"

"No, no that's not why. I wanted him to go. It was going to break my heart but I'd always felt guilty being with him, you know. He was so much better than me, I felt like I was stealing him from something great. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let him throw away all that opportunity just to stay with me. But he just started getting really depressed, talking about how he never wanted to leave me. I did the good boyfriend stuff, said I'd text and call him all the time, it would be just like I was there with him. But that wasn't enough for him. He'd never really wanted to go off and be a doctor anyway, that's what his parents insisted he study. He'd have made a great doctor too, I know it. But it's not what he wanted. He never told me what he did want though, not for a long time at least. Really not until the night I ate him.

"His parents were gone for the weekend, I forget why. Anyway he'd invited me over, we watched TV and cuddled, talked to each other. Ok to be honest I fucked him the second I got there, then we watched TV and cuddled and talked and fucked some more. We didn't really get much alone time with how strict his parents were, so we had to make the most of it. Anyway after round 3 he started talking about what we'd do after we graduated. I tried to change the subject but he didn't want it changed. He started talking about how he never wanted to leave me, how he didn't want the life his parents had mapped out for him the day he was born. How much he envied me, being able to relax and enjoy things sometimes. He never felt like he could. At some point he grabbed my cock and started stroking it, which felt really good. I was still really sensitive from the last time, it was almost painfully pleasurable, you know? Anyway, he just kept talking, said he wanted to be a part of me. At some point he crawled up and started riding me, still talking about how he never wanted to be alone. How he wanted me to protect him from the world. I was really trying to listen to him, but it was hard to focus with his ass wrapped around me, you know how I get. No blood in my brain, it's all busy somewhere else. Finally I came, and he just looked at me a way I'd never seen him look before. His face looked hard, like stone. And he said the last words I ever heard him say.

"'Eat me.'

"So I did. It just felt right, in the heat of the moment. I lifted him off my cock, which felt wonderful. I took his head into my mouth, which felt better. I started swallowing, and... that feeling. Being stretched wide open by the one who loves you, who's giving himself to you. I don't quite know how to describe it."

"I think I know it" I said, my ass squirming with the memory of his cock doing the same thing to me.

"I guess that's true" he laughed, "but I don't think its the same. This wasn't just the physical feeling, the rush of dominance was amazing too. Knowing that he was trusting me with... everything. Everything he had he was giving to me, begging me to take it. The feeling of him squirming down my throat was better than any orgasm I've ever had. All of them put together might come close, but I'm not sure that would even equal it. And then when he was in my belly, it was a less intense feeling, but still amazing. I felt warm all over, and every touch of my scales against the fabric of the bed felt incredibly luxurious. If swallowing him was like cumming, having him wriggling in my belly was like the afterglow, like cuddling when we're both sweaty and exhausted and satisfied and covered in cum. But he was closer to me than that, and I knew it. And he knew it. I slowly rubbed the bulge in me, I was a big guy but he was still pretty noticeable. I think he was rubbing back, but it was hard to tell. I don't know how long it took for me to fall asleep like that, I think I was half awake for a long time. But I know that when I woke up, I was still in that post sex haze. I got up, stretched, felt amazing. Went to his kitchen to get some coffee, and sometime while that was brewing it hit me. What I'd done.

"Immediately panic set in. I'll spare you the details but, well I tried to get him out. It didn't work. Apparently my throat only lets things that big go one way. I don't think he was still in there to get out really, but I had to try. I felt awful. I'd been feeling guilty about making him want to give up on his dreams and go to community college with me, this was so much worse. I couldn't quite wrap my head around what I'd done, and it was made worse by how good it felt. How good he'd tasted. I could still taste him, before I tried to get him back at least, and it was so good. Made it easier to vomit, knowing what that flavor really was though.

I looked up and saw tears in his eyes. He was managing not to sob, but he couldn't hold back the tears. I hugged him, and he hugged me back, hard. I was worried he was gonna break me for a bit, but then he relaxed his hold on me, just a bit. Then he did start sobbing, and I held onto him while he cried for a few minutes.

"It's what he wanted." I said lamely.

"He deserved better though. It was still my fault, if I'd gotten into a decent school, if I was smarter, or studied harder, maybe he wouldn't have felt so trapped. Like he had to choose between me and everything else."

"Walt..." I didn't know how to continue. I still wanted him to eat me, someday, but not if it was going to do this to him.

"He'd sent me a letter. Before I ate him. Trying to explain himself, make me feel less guilty. He knew I'd feel guilty. He knew me better than I knew myself, I didn't know that was something I was capable of."

"He sent you a letter?"

"Yeah. Slow mail. I got it a few days later. After I'd gone back to my place, conscious every step of my new weight and how it had gotten there. After I'd skipped school for the first half of the week because I couldn't bear the thought of him not being there. I still have it, always will. I... I can show you if you want, but..." He looked at me and I just shook my head.

"It was for you. Not me."

"He'd left a note for his parents too. Saying he ran away because he didn't want to live the life they had chosen for him. Saying he was sorry, and that he did love them, but he had to follow his heart. They were pissed, I'd never seen them that angry before. Eventually they decided good riddance, since he was clearly an ungrateful little snot. Those are the exact words his father used. Sweet guy." He laughed, and it didn't seem particularly forced. "It took me a long time to really accept what had happened. But, well, time heals all wounds doesn't it? Mostly at least. I went to the community college, got accepted to a real university out of town once I'd finished all my GE's. I felt awful, avoided getting close to anyone. I was afraid of what might happen if I was in a relationship. That I might not be able to resist, now that I knew how good I could make myself feel. But eventually, I gave into my needs. But I wasn't going to surprise anyone with it, I knew that would probably kill me. So I started looking around, asking around, trying to find people who were willing to take the risk of ending up as pudge. And that's how I found Jeremy." He smiled again at the name. The room was lit by now, it was morning. I heard his stomach rumble, and he laughed and got up. "I think it's time for breakfast." I blushed, and he kissed me on the forehead. My ears splayed. "You're gonna be more of a bedtime snack, don't worry. I'm gonna go get donuts I think. I'll be back."

He got dressed quickly. It was obvious he wanted to be alone for a bit, and I couldn't begrudge him that. When he was dressed he stepped into the closet for a few minutes, then came out again. "I love you." He said.

"And I love you."

Then he left. I resisted the urge to go look in the closet, I knew what was in there after all. A piece of paper hidden away somewhere, old, and certainly water-stained.

I couldn't do that to him.