# The Hunger

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

“Mom! The fridge is empty again!” Gumball yelled from the kitchen. The young cat’s belly rumbled in annoyance at this all too familiar sight. “What!? How can that be? I just went shopping yesterday!?” Nicole insisted, rushing into the room only to gawk at the stark lack of food. Of course, there was only one person who could have been responsible for this.

“Richard!!” Nicole yelled, storming out into the living room. “Huh?! What?!” the overweight rabbit exclaimed as he was startled from his nap. “Richard! What did you do with all the food?!” his wife asked. “That? Oh, well you’re always saying how we don’t have enough, so I went to a food bank and invested all the food we had!”

“What!? Mr. Dad gave away all our food!?” Darwin cried as the rest of the family overheard the conversation. “Dad, food banks don’t give interest, they take food as donations to give to hungry citizens,” Anais corrected. “Oh… well I’m a hungry simpleton, I’ll just go get it back,” he replied.

“But Richard there are no food banks in Elmore! Trust me I’ve looked into it.” Nicole countered. “So where did you bring all the food?” Gumball asked. “I brought it to that nice man who’s always in front of the grocery store. He’s the one who gave me the idea in the first place.” Richard answered, still seeming somewhat oblivious. “You mean the homeless man?” Darwin asked. Everyone sighed.

“So what am I supposed to eat?” Gumball whined. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll go to the store and see if I can… borrow some food while we wait for my next paycheck. In the meantime just try not to think about it.” She bent down to give her son a kiss on the forehead, and then turned and headed out the door, muttering something in a quiet, angry tone as she went.

Gumball pouted as his belly rumbled again. The rest of the family seemed to lose interest, Anais returning to the book she was reading and their dad settling back into his nap like nothing had happened. “Don’t worry, dude. Let’s just go upstairs and watch videos on Elmore Stream,” Darwin offered. “Fine,” Gumball replied dejectedly.

So the two of them went upstairs to their room. Gumball flopped down dramatically on his bunk as his brother went over to the computer to pull up the first video. As it started to play, it eventually caught Gumball’s attention and before long they were clicking through video after video, letting the internet lead the way.

This was a good distraction at first, but time quickly started to fly by (as it does when watching videos online), and soon Gumball’s stomach began giving him trouble again. Before long he could hardly even pay attention to the screen, focusing instead on the angry growls and gurgles coming from his midsection. The fact that every other video was preempted by a Joyful Burger ad wasn’t helping things.

It didn’t take much of this before Gumball started having those thoughts again. He had had them before, rarely, mostly when he had been younger or when he was really hungry. Sometimes he just couldn’t help it. After all, Gumball was a cat, and Darwin… well, he was a fish. He would never admit any of this of course, Darwin was his brother and his best friend, and he would never dream of actually acting on any of these thoughts. But as he looked at the back of his brother’s head, he couldn’t help but drool a little. And technically speaking he had dreamt of it… more than once.

“How about this one next?” Darwin asked, turning back to look at his brother. “Oh- a- yeah, that looks cool,” Gumball replied. He hadn’t even noticed the previous video had ended. His stomach rumbled again, demanding food. He put a silent hand to his stomach and gripped at his shirt. Staring distantly at Darwin, he subconsciously ran his tongue along his teeth. He could almost imagine the flavor of those orange, fishy scales in his mouth…

Gumball shook himself. Come on! This is Darwin. Dar-win! Your brother! You can’t eat him, he told himself. But his stomach seemed to disagree, its influence becoming more apparent the more time passed. Maybe just a little taste?… No! No eating Darwin. Geeze, can’t mom “borrow” that food any faster?

Borrow… yeah, maybe that could work. Gumball thought. Sure, he couldn’t really eat his brother, but maybe he could just let his stomach “borrow” Darwin for a while. At least just until their mom got back. His belly gurgled again, this time seemingly in agreement. All settled then, he decided. He quietly slid off the bed and crept up behind his brother, his pupils contracting and claws extending out of instinct.

On the computer, the latest video came to a finish, prompting Darwin to turn back around. “Eh, that one wasn’t too great, what about this- Uh, Gumball, are you okay?” Gumball took a step closer, baring his little cat fangs. “No, wait wait wait!”

Before Darwin could scream outright, Gumball lunged at him, taking his entire head into his mouth. Gumball had been repeatedly teased for his big head, who would have thought it would come in handy? He ran his tongue over his brother’s face as the orange legs kicked frantically in the air. Darwin tried to use his hands to push back against Gumball’s face, but the young cat’s grip was too strong.

Gumball purred, his body deeply satisfied by the promise of food and surprisingly relieved at finally being able to go through with the fantasy he had always had, in the way nature intended. “Gumball wait, don’t do it! Mrs. Mom will be back any minute, I’m sure!” Gumball could feel his brother’s muffled plea vibrating inside of his mouth, it felt amazing. “Sorry, dude. But I just can’t wait anymore,” he replied as best he could.

Gumball tensed the muscles in his mouth, pushing Darwin firmly against the back of his throat, and the fish’s legs started flailing even more frantically as he realized he was on the verge of being swallowed. Gumball sucked on his brother’s head a bit, pressing it slightly down into the opening of his throat to test. After all, Darwin was a big meal to get down in one piece, but Gumball’s ego and hungry belly kept him confident that he could do it.

“Here goes,” Gumball said around Darwin’s form, and then he took a big gulp. He felt his brother’s scaly head pass solidly over the edge of his tongue as his mouth handed over control of his brother to his throat. His greedy, feline esophagus took a firm hold and began to pull the oversized fish down- dragging him deeper and deeper inside his brother.

Gumball watched as Darwin’s hands were pulled inside his open mouth without any further conscious action, though he could feel the pressure in his neck as his hungry body drew its meal further inside. He could hear some muffled protests, but they were more sounds than words at this point. Within a moment, Gumball felt the ends of his brother’s arms pass into his throat, as his feet came up to eye level.

“Let’s take care of those,” Gumball said, reaching out and grabbing his brother’s shoes, one with each hand, and giving a tug as Darwin’s legs began to disappear into the cat’s maw. Darwin struggled extra-hard at this.

Gumball let himself fall back on his butt as his brother’s head finally reached his belly, the orange feet disappearing behind his blissful tongue at the same time. “Ahhh, man Darwin, you sure did hit the spot!” Gumball announced. His bloated midsection began to bulge and squirm as his meal tried to get comfortable.

“Dude, this is not cool! I’m a fish! Do you know what happens to a fish in a cat’s belly?” Darwin asked. “Relax, bro, I’m just ‘borrowing’ you until mom gets back with the food,” Gumball explained. “’Borrowing?!’ You didn’t get permission!” “Pfft, don’t be silly Darwin, you don’t need ‘permission’ to borrow things.” “Yes you do! That’s the whole point!” Darwin argued. Gumball’s stomach gave a loud gurgle as its contents settled. “See, two against one!” Gumball proclaimed.

Darwin sighed. “And did you have to take my clothes too?” “Dude, all you wear is shoes. Besides, it’s not like anyone can see you in there,” Gumball replied. “Well I guess that’s true. Man, it’s really cramped in here. At least it’s empty.” “Yeah, I was starving, thanks for being okay with this,” Gumball said. “Oh, I’m not okay with this, but at least you’re feeling better.” The young cat’s belly gurgled appreciatively.

…

“Wow mom, this ‘borrowed’ chicken tastes great! What do you think, Darwin?” Gumball said. He sat casually at the dining room table with the rest of his family, gorging himself on the food his mom had prepared. Darwin felt a wet glob of something (presumably chicken) squish against his head as Gumball continued to swallow. “Needs salt,” he replied angrily. “If you say so,” Gumball replied, happily adding some to his plate before continuing to stuff himself.

His father and sister eyed him with disturbed expressions and didn’t seem to have much of an appetite thanks to the spectacle of his swollen gut. But his mom for whatever reason didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled and kept eating.

“So, how exactly do you plan on getting me out of here?” Darwin asked. Gumball took a breath and opened his mouth to speak, just in time to realize that he hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. “Uh, well-” “Oh, don’t worry honey,” Nicole interjected, “I have some experience with this type of thing…”

Originally Published: 12-Sep-2018