((Butch!Y/N))

((He ate ur date so he could have you all to himself, plus you (your oc) have had a sh-tty dating history in this scenario))

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Riley was laying back on the couch with his arms behind his head as he was digesting some guy in his belly that was supposed to be your date.

His gut was a wriggling mass, wobbling about with someone begging for help inside, & he ignored it all purposely, checking his nailed which were painted all black on one hand while the other had a variety of pastel colors.

"You should be just about done in three...two..." He counts down smugly, looking down at his belly, seeing the body inside stop moving as his big belly smoothed into a perfectly round semi-circle.

"one..." He purred before belching, which helped deflate his swollen fat belly a little.

He sat up on the couch, watching you come down the stairs excitedly, looking around for your date, who you didn't know got turned into Riley's dinner (& inevitably his lower half fat).

"who're ya looking for?" He asks, acting in his usual bored expression.

... "Oooh the guy who walked in? He left the quickly for some reason." Urrrp Riley belches after he lied, his belly deflating a little again. "Why? Was he imortant?"

He saw you were about to cry through your frustrated face as you sat down beside him, holding back tears as you talked about how you hoped this guy was different.

"What can I say, a lot of them these days can't tell from a hookup to a first date." He said bluntly, not bothering to be honest as he knew it would screw up his chances with you.