Dinner For One

EMC sat in front of the computer, he'd been gaming for hours on Roblox, it'd started becoming an addiction of his, a gaming addiction. TV, his husband thing, approached EMC with a plate of natto. "I made dinner tonight 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻" he smiled, placing the plate next to EMC's computer on his desk. EMC didn't budge.

"Thanks honey" he said in monotone as he continued playing poop scooping simulator on Roblox. TV looked at him, worried. He pushed the plate towards the computer slightly, hovering over EMC. no response came from EMC.

"EMC, your food is getting cold..." TV noted, still looking at him, hurt by the neglect his spouse gave him. EMC didn't reply, probably not hearing him through the penis music blasting through his headphones. "EMC..." TV placed a hand on EMC's shoulder, hoping to get his attention. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT--" The bald man instantly snapped back, blood-red rage filled in his white ass eyes when he turned to face his husband whatever thingy.

In that moment something came over TV, something he never felt before... All the pent up rage from all the abuse, neglect, pain, and suffering he went through when all he had done was give so much love and compassion, being the only one committed to the goddamn relationship and actually giving a shit about this bald shit's well being, it wasn't fair... it wasn't fucking fair. The television's expression grew grim as he stared his husband thing down, body starting to tremble with pure rage.

Without uttering a single word TV grabbed EMC's collar and yanked him out of his seat, headphones unplugging and the chair toppling, penis music blasting out of the computer.

"W-Wh--" EMC managed to squeak out, his once usual annoyed behavior suddenly changed into fear as his once sweet, generous, parently husband suddenly changed into something completely new.

Without any hesitation the eyepatch man got thrown onto the ground, knocking out his breath. There was no time to react when TV clenched his fist and started to violently beat the absolute shit out of EMC. The bald man attempted to cover himself from the blows but something anew called to him, something expected-- but nonetheless-- these hits... Felt nice. Too nice. It's almost indescribable how each stinging hit felt pleasurable.

Hands were then suddenly wrapped around his skinny throat, squeezing harder each second. EMC felt his face growing redder and redder, suddenly wanting more and more pressure upon his throat until it snapped into fucking two. He placed his hands upon TV's wrists, pushing them down in hopes it'll just get tighter faster. TV in an instant let go and punched the bald man's face, realizing his pain is not seen through this kinky motherfucker's brain. The bald man coughed and hacked, finally getting some air, heavily shaking from fear and arousal.

TV bent the man over the table, knocking off his rainbow lights gamer keyboard and two monitors. He pulled down the baldie's pants, taking a good look at his plump white cheeks before his palm collided with them. EMC screamed loudly, making an anime ahegao face as he blushed. TV brought a finger down to EMC's shit crusted brown hole, licking his lips as he cracked his fingers. The square-headed man stumbled through the drawers, finding nothing but an anime girl titty mouse pad and a completely empty bottle of lube. He paused, thinking. He didn't want his electronic meat scepter being torn off by the bald man's asshole friction from lack of lube. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him.

He made his way over to the discarded plate of natto beans, lathering his fingers with the gooey substance, a few beans sticking to his fingers. EMC looked up curiously, but TV forced his greasy acne covered gamer face back down into the desk. His fingers made their way into EMC's asshole, spreading him open and grinding the beans into his insides. He pulled his fingers out, suddenly getting a great idea. EMC whined, but he paid the bald gamer no mind.

TV lowered his head, his 8-foot long earthworm tongue forcing its way into EMC's hot crusty asshole. EMC moaned as TV slurped up the beans and crystalized shit particles hungrily.

As TV's long tongue made it's way deeper into EMC's shit cave, it suddenly hit something hard. He prodded the object questioningly, EMC suddenly squealing. His tongue made its way around the object, feeling the curves and crevices to paint a mental picture of it, much like a blind person feeling their lover's face. Suddenly the texture coupled with the taste allowed recognition to fill TV's mind. It was the hard and sharp shit of a constipated gamer with an unhealthy eating habit! That was the reason TV had cooked EMC dinner that night, and it was in hopes of fixing the round bald bitch baby's colon issues. Of course, EMC had coldly rejected TV's efforts without a second thought, his gaming addiction more important than his 'love'. Yet another reminder of EMC's cruelty towards him.

Well, no more. If EMC wouldn't appreciate the effort that TV put into trying to feed him, then EMC would have to be the one to feed TV. With this thought in mind, his tongue slithered past the large shit, pressing into EMC's colon. EMC groaned, tears streaming down his face as pain suddenly shot through his body.

"T-TV, I'm gonna-" EMC interrupted himself with another groan, his stomach gurgling loudly.

TV knew it was time.

All the half-digested food items that had been accumulating over the past 4 months (real gamers don't poop) shot out of EMC's bleeding asshole at top speeds, EMC letting out an ear-piercing scream of agony and arousal, his semen shooting out as his body shook with pain and pleasure. TV happily funneled the shit into his mouth with his earthworm tongue, his own pants filling with cum.

TV slurped one last time before standing, glancing down at the pathetic hairless bloody shit-stained man he had once called his lover. EMC reached out to him, content looking, but his afterglow quickly disappeared when the electronic headed man simply turned away from him, moving across the house. EMC began to cry, clutching his sphere head in his hands as he sobbed, realizing what had been done could never be undone, and the TV he had taken for granted for so long was finally leaving him. TV ignored the wrinkly man's pleas, silently walking out the door and thanking God for his chance at a new and better life.