Mayor x Flint: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Oneshot

The Mayor

The Mayor

A strong whizzing rang through the air; the people parted and made a path for who was approaching - the mayor. His clothes were taut against his bulging stomach, and his buttons came undone. Glorious neck folds cascaded from his grease-smothered chin. Chocolate stained the edges of his mouth, stretched in a smile. The people of Chew & Swallow were in a state of complete disgust at the mere sight of him. "Aha, what a wonderful day, everyone!" He proclaimed. The citizens mumbled in response, to which the mayor perceived as a sign of admiration. His scooter bowed under his weight, squealing as it drags against the spaghetti-laden ground. He dipped his pudgy hand into and grasped a clump of the noodles with his sausage fingers, mouth already salivating from his anticipation. In the distance, he noticed him - Flint Lock Wood. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he called out to him, "Flint! Come here, my boy."

Flint stopped in his tracks, and a flash of fear clouded his eyes. Just like many others, he feared the mayor. Slowly and hesitantly, Flint meandered over to him. "M-Mayor-kun," he whimpered, biting his lip. Although his view of the mayor was blocked by his mighty nose, he still admired the plump, longing curves. The mayor took a moment to eye Flint up and down from his spiky worm-like hair to his glittery mess of shoes. Flint gripped his little schoolgirl skirt, knees buckled submissively as if to hide something. "You've gotten s-so much bigger since I last saw you..." The mayor's man-titties have grown at least two cups sizes within a matter of hours. Tenderly, the mayor grabbed Flint's womanly hands and pulled him into his lap. Flint blushed and stuttered, "W-W-What are you doing, M-Mister Mayor--" He was silenced by a gentle nibble on his neck.

"You know how hungry Daddy gets," Whispered the mayor, causing Flint to flush even more.

"I know more about you than you do yourself," Flint teased sheepishly, attempting to be devious, knowing that being naughty makes Daddy vewy angwy. Now, the townspeople look away. They knew what would happen next. Before they knew it, an arm, a torso, two legs. All gobbled down the mayor's lubricated throat. To his own pleasure, the mayor's stomach stretched with a handprint. You can only imagine what happens next.

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