It seemed like any normal day for me. I had just gotten off work at the, Harkins Theatre which was a good hour and a half walk from my house. As I walked in that Arizona heat, wearing my black polo uniform with mathcing dickie pants and uncomfortable black shoes. Have yoy ever had the feeling where you wish you someone to talk to, and just keep company? Cause I could really use a friend to talk to right about now. And as I thought that, I suddenly was grabbed from behind, and embraced in a bear hug. I felt like my head was gonna pop off my shoulders. Unable to break free, I look over my right shoulder, and saw a familiar face. It was Benny, my life old friend, and parent. He was nine feet tall, glossy like skin, with eyes of hazel brown, and a beer belly that was about four to five feet. Oh, and he's an Orca, so his skin was mainly black and white with no hair on him. See, he's not my real parent, I should probably explain.

It was about Twenty years ago, and on a cold and rainy day. He told me how he was just getting home from the bar, and that was when he heard crying. He went into the alley just a few feet away from him, but saw nothing but junk. As he was about to leave, he heard it again, the crying. He walked down the trash filled area, and eventually stopped at an opened cardboard box. He looked inside, and saw it. A human baby boy, wrapped in a now soaked baby blue blue blankie. Benny reached into the box, and pulled the boy out of the box. He rocked the  crying baby in his arms, hoping that his real parents would come ANY second to get the baby back. But after ten minutes of waiting, there was nobody to be seen. Feeling the child pull his chubby finger, the orca felt responsible for this child, and was happy to care for him.
"Let's go home, Little Guy." Benny said to the baby. And as if the baby understood him, he squeeled happily.

"Ben! What are you doing out here?" I asked the hugging whale, as he released me.
"What? Can't a dad come and say, 'Hi,' to his own son?" Said the big gutted whale, as we began walking. He was wearing his favorite suspender pants, which were gray, with blue straps.
"Well, I thought you were out with your buddies." I said, looking up at his smiling face.
"I would be, but they're all sick. So, I went fishing." He said, rubbing his belly. Fishing for this guy, meant lunch.
"Yeah, shoulda guessed you'd feed the big guy." I said, slapping the belly softly a few times.
"Alright. I'll see you in a few days." He said, scruffing my hair.
"You're already leaving?" I asked him. See, he was always going out on business trips out of state. He was a food tester for multiple companies, and was always gone a few days. But unlike most people who drive, he swims to where he needs to go, Except Texas.
"Yeah, headed for Wyoming for fish treats they came up with." He said, as he stopped in front of me. "Be careful." He said, as he pulled me in for a hug, pressed against his belly.
"Always am. YOU better be." I said, as my face was removed from his gut.
"Hey, I'm always careful." He said, as he jogged ahead of me. Yeah, sure, just like what happened a few months back. We headed to Washington for a vacation, and we were swimming, me riding on his back as he swam. But the guy ended up getting us to off the shores of Japan. Though it wasn't Washington, it was still Awesome. As I lost sight of Ben, I resumed walking again, hoping to get there before dark.

As I walked up to my house, I smiled, and walked up to the door. I reached inside my pants, and pulled out my key. As soon as I pulled out the key, I suddenly heard footsteps, and looked behind me. There, stood a familiar face that I've seen at my job, but no name came up in my head. He stared at me with those bright green eyes. I looked closely at the shadow figure. His fur seemed dark gray, but the tips of his ears were yellow, and around his mouth was white. I looked at the wolf's tail, and saw that it was a different color too, but it was too dark to tell.
"Hey there." He said, sounding casually.
"Hi." I said, turning back to the door.
"I'm Tim. What's your name?" He asked, taking another step closer.
"Marcus." I said, unlocking the screen door, and working on the wooden one.
"Nice to meet you, Marcus." He said, taking another step towards me. I unlocked the wooden door, and stepped right on in. But as I stepped inside, I was tackled from behind.

I was slammed against the carpet floor inside my house. I was turned aroud, and faced Tim, only he seemed more--Hungry. I guessed from the fact that he was looking at me with a his mouth opened, exposing his sharp teeth. And that he was drooling on me. Before I could demand an answer, he shot his head right at mine, and put my head inside his mouth. I looked around the watery area, half my face on the tongue carpet. I suddenly felt something touching my groin area, making me feel awkward. But I soon felt the area being pushed on, and that was when I noticed I was being pushed inside deeper. My head dove inside the tunnel like gullet, entering the dark area.

Tim was lying on the ground, holding me up by placing one paw on my groin, and the other on my chest. He was smiling, as he felt my face on his furry neck. Wanting to feel it more, he pushed up more, and slid my nipple area inside, moving his paw on my gut. He was losing ground, as I shook my legs around. So, he pushed me in more, my face suddenly underneath the green shirt he wore. He pushed me in more, both paws on my 'area' now. As he pushed my, 'area inside, he grabbed both legs, and felt his shirt move up. He looked between my legs, and saw that his stomach was around two feet large, and moving alot. So, like a sub, he put the legs together, and slid them inside like a sub sandwich. Though almost was lost to the fur, my feet still had some fight left. But Tim wasn't bothered by them, so he placed a claw on them, and pushed them inside his mouth. He swallowed the feet, and the other parts of me still inside his mouth. He placed his paws on his gut, as he felt his gut slowly grow at a pace. Until his gut stopped growing around five feet, making his shirt more like a bra. He rolled onto his gut, and slowly rose off his feet. He placed his hands on his gut, and looked down at the sruggling patch of fur.
"Will you stop your moving? Your gonna make me tip over, and we'll see who gets hurt." Tim said to his gut. The movement didn't stop, but it wasn't moving around so fiercely. "THANK you." He waddled over around the corner, and came into a room, unlike Marcus's Living room. For starters, it had wood floor, and was slippery. He had a single twin size bed against the small room's far side. But what made this room nice, was all the different movie posters it had on the walls. From old movies like, 'I am Number Four', to recent ones like, 'How to train your Dragon 2'. "Wow, nice setup. Hope you don't mind me getting comfy on your bed." He said, as he slowly removed his bra like shirt, and unbutton his black jeans. He wobbled towards the bed, and laid on top of it. He didn't feel too uncomfortable, but didn't complain about it. He just simply laid there, rubbing his enormous gut. "Oh, you must work at your job ALOT, cause I can taste popcorn oil on my tongue" He said, smacking his lips. And as the gut got riled up, he closed his eyes, and went to sleep. And after a few minutes of no movement, the lights turned off in the room. Tim scratched the softly moving gut, and suddenly had an upset stomach. He rolled onto his side, and leaned his head off the bed. He belched, and as he did, objects flew from his mouth. A black polo with, 'Harkins Theatre' on the area just above the heart. A pair of black Dickies. Black ankle sox and shoes together. And a pair of Converse glasses, all covered in drool. And as he spat that stuff out, he suddenly felt alot better. "Huh, guess eating candy with the wrapper on ISN'T a good idea. Good to know." He rolled towards one wall, and closed his eyes. He could still feel Marcus struggling inside of him. No matter. He was gonna spit the guy out in the morning, and leave. Who knows? Maybe he'll visit again, and have some more popcorn flavored snacks. Either way, the young fox like creature was content, and was tired as well.