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Liam awoke, a fogginess clouding his mind. “H…uh…wh…where am I?”
He struggled to sort through the jumbled mess that was his senses.
Cold. Missing shirt. Also, what’s this all over my face, chest, and…? He sniffed his fingers. A cloying, sharp tang of copper filled his nostrils. Blood.
Okay, okay, okay, okay…I’m just gonna…worry about that later. Uh, let’s see…looks like I’m on the ground and against something…hard. And rough. A tree. So, a forest? Liam scanned the area, but even though the moon shone bright, a dense, thick mist prevented him from seeing farther than a couple feet in front of him. He huffed in annoyance, and his attention shifted to a heavy something across his midsection that was weighing him down. He swatted at it haphazardly and bellowed as pain rioted in his gut. That something wasn’t across him; it was him.
Fuuuuuck…
His hands ghosted over the round tautness of his belly. He was crammed full of food (he hoped it was food, at least), fuller than he had ever been in his life. There wasn’t an inch of space left, not a hint of give. I’m lucky I didn’t burst. And then, as if noticing its existence made it roar to life, cramps quaked through his bulging core. Liam whined and cradled his swollen gut, gritting his teeth at each wave of pain that surged through him.
His thoughts splintered, following the ebbs of his belly hurt. What—fuck!—am I gonna do? I can’t see anything; I can’t move. And—shit—I have no idea what the…Fuck! I ate. Another sharp pang; he gripped tighter, curling into himself as much as his protrusion would allow. The pack should be looking for me soon; I just…gotta hang on until then. I can do that. But… Liam gulped. What if a hunter finds me, or a rival werewolf, or even some wild animal? Tears of frustration, fear, and pain prickled his eyes, and he wiped them away as he shook the worries from his mind. I just gotta wait. They’ll come. They’ll find me. Just gotta wait…
Unfortunately, the anxiety spiral did no favors for his stomachache. As internal muscles strained and seized, fingernails turned to claws, gouging the moist earth at his sides. Glowing yellow eyes flickered, and he allowed the shift to take over, its healing gift blossoming internally. It strove to bring soothing relief to the overstretched walls of his stomach, but whatever he had eaten, it was simply too much.
A twig snapping echoed in the midst of the fog. The wolf’s head whipped in the direction of the noise, hearing sharpening. He was in no condition to fight or defend himself, stomach packed to the brim and pinning him to the ground. But the wolf wouldn’t go down quietly. With one arm guarding his vulnerable belly, the other clawed hand poised for attack.
A light glowed in the haze, and the wolf’s hackles rose, nerves tensing. When a shadowy silhouette appeared, the wolf snarled as big and fierce as possible at the potential perpetrator, even as his insides spasmed and groaned with the effort.
“Li? Is that you?”
The wolf sniffed the air. A familiar scent. Safe, friend, anchor.
Liam broke the shift just as a beam from a flashlight blinded him. He squinted as he covered his eyes, trying to see who it was, even though his heart already knew.
“Shit, Li!” Theo clambered down to Liam's side. “Are you hurt? We’ve been looking for you!”
“Get that light out of my face, asshole. And no, I’m not hurt.” As Liam spoke, he winced, a whimper escaping him despite his best efforts.
“You are hurt! Where—” Theo sniffed Liam over and then calmed. “Oh. That’s not any of your blood, is it?” Theo’s eyes scanned Liam from head to toe. He gently poked the beach ball that was Liam's stomach.
Another warning growl, followed by yet another whine.
“So, you’re the reason for that decimated carcass I found a way’s back… Or I should say…my, what a huuuge stomach you have, Grandma.”
“If you’re gonna—” Pant. “—just mock me, you can—” Groan. “—fucking leave.”
Theo ignored his blustering. “You’re not moving on your own like this. I should get Scott and the others.”
“PLEASE DON’T!” Liam yelled, and then moaned again. He breathed through the ache and continued. “I’ll never live it down. You’re bad enough, but I really don’t want the whole gang to know I wolfed out and went on a feeding frenzy to the point that I incapacitated myself.”
Theo considered for a moment and then acquiesced. “Alright, but only if you say ‘chimeras rule and werewolves drool’.”
Liam glowered at Theo as he grinned down at him, looking even more sinister and evil in the shadows cast by the flashlight.
“Never! You bastard—”
Theo opened his mouth. “Oh Scooott~”
“Shhh! Fine, fine! ‘Chimeras rule, werewolves drool.’ There, you happy?” Liam grumbled.
Theo grinned wider. “Very.” He glided his hands over Liam's stomach, gentler this time. “Now, how can I help?”
Liam grimaced; hard to say if it was from his belly twitching at Theo’s touch or having to trust the ‘he’s-not-to-be-trusted-Liam-you-understand?’ guy. “I don’t know; you figure it out. You’re the smart one.”
“Nice. I rule and I’m the ‘smart one’.”
Liam's scowl deepened.
“Alright, alright, Little Wolf, you’re just upsetting yourself more. Just relax.”
“Would be easier to relax if I wasn’t stuck in the middle of a forest, in the pitch dark, in a stupid fog, with the likes of you!” Liam's chest heaved, eyes burning with flames of gold and anger.
“Hey.” Theo raised his hands in submission as he soothed. “I’m right here, Li; we’re okay; you’re okay; I got you; I promise. I’m going to take care of you.” He reached to pat Liam's tummy with warm, tender hands, hands that really shouldn’t have felt as good as they did right then. Theo breathed deeply, in and out, in and out, encouraging Liam to match his rhythm. Liam allowed air to rush in through his nose and out past his lips, and again, and again, until he felt calmer.
“That’s it; there we go; muuuch better; good boy.”
Liam almost protested, but he closed his mouth again, holding tight to composure.
“Do you think you’re too full for me to, like, rub it?” Theo asked.
“What?”
“You know. Rub. It. With my hands. On your stomach.” Theo pronounced each word pointedly.
“I know what you said, you dick. I just, uh…didn’t expect you to offer.” Liam shrugged, looking away.
“If it’d help,” was all Theo said.
Liam nodded. “Yeah, um, okay.”
“Just tell me if it’s too much or you need lighter pressure or something.”
Theo placed his hands, the ones that felt so good to have against Liam's skin, on the highest curve of his belly and pressed. Liam gasped sharply.
“Sorry.”
Liam bit back another insult, instead just glaring with eyes that said, watch it.
Theo tried again, and his touch was more careful this time. With slow, soothing circles, deft hands worked into Liam's fullness. With every clockwise turn, the tightness clutching Liam's insides eased, allowing him to settle more comfortably against the tree at his back, trusting Theo to work his magic. He was still enormously full, but the ache was finally dissipating.
“You can go a little deeper,” he said.
“Sure thing.” Theo switched to using the heel of his hand and pushed with more intensity in the direction of digestion.
Liam moaned with a deep sigh, every part of him unwinding, not just his stomach. “Ohh, that feels good.”
Theo smirked and trekked across Liam's swollen expanse, focusing a little more on areas that made Liam liquefy and going lighter over places that made his face screw up again.
“Easy there, Little Wolf. This stuffed wolf belly is in good hands.”
Liam rumbled a purr in his throat, fully believing that statement at this point.
The more Liam melted into Theo’s touch, the deeper he massaged, varying whether he kneaded small circles with fingers or went broader with the palm of his hand.
“Mmm, ate so much,” Liam mumbled.
“Yeah, you did; looked like a doe to me. What was left of it, anyway. Pretty impressive.”
Liam arched his back, pressing into Theo’s hand. “I only remember chasing something, then biting into warm flesh that tasted amazing. Then I woke up against this tree.”
Theo whistled. “Damnnn, those full moon feeding frenzies are no joke, I guess.”
Liam ducked his head. “I really should’ve eaten way more before the sun went down. If I do, it kinda…keeps my wolf content, you know? Otherwise, well…” He motioned towards the result of his engorged gluttony.
Theo hummed. “How about, next full moon, I come over with a buttload of snacks and burgers to make sure your wolf doesn’t go on any more midnight meat rampages. I’d rather be in a temperature-controlled room settled on a comfy couch or bed when I have to rub your belly than out here in the middle of pea-soup.”
Liam chuckled. “Yeah, me too. I mean, uh…” He blushed. “I’d rather be on a couch or bed too. Not…not you rubbing my belly. But, um, snacks sound good.” He gulped.
“Knowing you, you’ll need those belly rubs either way.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Yes, you will.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Yeah-huh!”
Liam snorted indignantly, about to argue more, but then he sighed. “Theo?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for finding me. And, you know, helping.”
“Of course, Little Wolf.”
Theo hadn’t stopped rubbing for a single moment, and Liam almost felt like he could move, very, very slowly, very soon.
“And, uh, Theo?”
“Ye-es, Li-ittle Wolf?” Theo dragged out the sound, amusement in his tone.
“It’s a date.”
Theo smiled, patting Liam's belly. His fast werewolf healing and metabolism were already making it a smidge smaller. “Awesome. I’ll be sure to bring a more reasonable amount of food than a whole deer to get you stuffed on.”
“Fuck off!”
“You mean, ‘buck off’.”
“Asshole.”
“Dumbass.”
But Liam didn’t really have any bite in his voice. All he wanted was to get out of this thick fog, get washed up, and then have Theo’s warm, sturdy hands all over him again.