Pizzahead walked up and down his lineup of minions, a few saps who had been doing a remarkably unimpressive job. He usually wouldn’t show himself like this, preferring to pilot his mech more often than not, but he found that his default form made others feel less on edge, so he decided to go with that form for today. 


        The meeting had gone on for several hours, with Pizzahead inspecting each minion and deciding what he would like to do with them, inevitably leading to a few blubbering as the rights to their jobs were stripped away from them, desperate for forgiveness or a different punishment. However, the pizza-headed man did not yield, he was sure someone else would find them useful.  


        It was approaching dusk by the time the meeting was finished, the sky shifting from orange to purple just outside the window as the sun disappeared behind the hills. As the minions dispersed, Pizzahead decided to sit down, impatiently tapping his foot as he watched those who weren’t let off leave, fiddling with the golden buttons of his overalls. 


        Just as the last of the minions were leaving, Pizzahead called for the last Pizzard in the group- Dougie Jones. Dougie wasn’t all that different from the other Pizzards, your average black silhouette donning white gloves and a pizza-themed wizard outfit, but he was quite the troublemaker. He was obedient, sure, but he had an apathetic attitude that really brought the entire room down.  


        Pizzahead placed his hand on Dougie’s shoulder as he tutted, “So how was the meeting Jonesy? You enjoy yourself?” Pizzahead smiled towards him, the same sort of smile he usually donned, one that came off as entirely insincere, if not a bit threatening. “It was alright, glad I wasn’t laid off,” Dougie shrugged, not sure how to respond, it wasn’t as if meetings were anything that any employee really enjoyed. 


        “You know, we really ought to do something special to celebrate,” Pizzahead’s smile grew as he patted Dougie’s shoulder, “A sort of motivation so you don’t end up here again, if you know what I mean.” Dougie opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with a sarcastic remark, but before he could he was called outside, practically rushing at his chance to leave. 


        Pizzahead watched as Dougie left, slightly disappointed in the missed opportunity for them to have some fun. Luckily that didn’t mean he was deprived of fun per se, after all he had plenty of playthings to toy with, he just had to pick another toy. 


        Even luckier for him, most of his employees were always busy, so he didn’t have to try too hard to chat his way out of things or worry about being caught with such a well-oiled machine under his belt, even if he suspected that those inside were, in reality, very afraid of him and merely acting as if everything was normal. 


        As the night shift began, Pizzahead made sure to keep his distance. Night left most of his workers groggy anyways, so it was a perfect opportunity. His eyes scanned the tower like a predator looking for prey, though to the workers this was normal, and they likely assumed he was just looking to make sure everyone was doing their work. The ground floor was relatively unremarkable, so Pizzahead approached the elevator, fumbling in his pockets in an attempt to find his key, only to bump right into someone. 


        Pepperman rubbed his eyes, apologizing profusely when he realized that he had smacked straight into the big boss, hoping that Pizzahead wasn’t too upset with him. His icy eyes gazed up towards Pizzahead’s flushed cheeks nervously, only to be met with a slight chuckle in response to his begging. 


        Pizzahead’s heart rose to an intense beat, feeling practically restless as he looked over the living fruit, ironically ripe for the picking. He could tell this one would be lots of fun. 


        “Oh Pepperman,” Pizzahead grabbed his minion’s chin, “No worries, but since you’re here… I could use your assistance~” Pepperman shook off his sleepiness in response, looking around as if someone was pranking him. He froze like a deer in headlights as he looked back at his boss, as if he could have sworn he didn’t hear him correctly. Pizzahead merely stared back in response, his smile appearing more goofy than anything this time. 


        The way Pizzahead had asked for his assistance filled Pepperman with all kinds of emotions, mostly fear and curiosity, but also a hint of excitement. “What is it you need help with?” Pepperman asked. 


        Pizzahead tapped his chin, smirking. “I want you, I want your body.” Pepperman looked at Pizzahead, lips quivering as he tried to speak, but couldn’t think of a response, though the blush creeping across his face said it all. Pizzahead grinned even larger, “Well~?”


        “W-what do you mean by that sir?” Pizzahead let go of Pepperman, walking back and forth, thinking, trying to find the right words so as to not scare away his little toy. “I find you interesting,” he says, bending down to touch his nose against Pepperman’s face. “I want to know what you taste like. I want you, all of you. I want to eat you.” 


        Pepperman staggered back, his voice low and soft, “Excuse me?” Pizzahead smirked, placing his hands on Pepperman’s cheeks, “Just trust me, I’m sure you’ll like it.” 


        “Just because I’m a fruit doesn’t mean I want to get chopped up and eaten!” Pepperman stutters. 


        “Oh!” Pizzahead responds, “That’s not what I meant, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to eat you whole, just swallow you.” Pepperman thought about this for a minute, “Can you even do that?” Pepperman relaxed a bit, though he felt a bit tense again after spotting Pizzahead licking his lips. 


        “Oh yes, I’m a cartoon, of course I can!” Pizzahead responds cheerfully. Pepperman smiles, if there was one thing Pizzahead was good at it was making him feel comfortable with his goofy antics, he could be scary, sure, he was his boss after all, but everyone loves cartoons. 


        “Alright,” Pepperman says, “Why not?” 
        
        Pizzahead smiled, opening his mouth wide, letting Pepperman get a taste of what was to come, and boy did Pepperman enjoy the sight. The fruit took his time, looking deep into Pizzahead’s throat, watching how the sides pulsed with each breath, how the saliva dripped from his teeth. He felt a slight twinge of concern for his safety, but it quickly went away the more he watched, the rhythmic movements of the flesh being oddly calming. Deep down, he wondered if this was a natural desire for him, being a creature made of food. Maybe he was meant to be eaten. 


        He thought about being in Pizzahead’s gut, how warm it would feel, how it would feel to press his gloved hand into the marinara-colored walls. Meanwhile, Pizzahead merely looked over his soon to be prey, thinking about what a filling meal he would be. 


        Pepperman decided not to waste any more time, taking a deep breath and plunging his head into Pizzahead’s mouth. It felt nice, warm. Hot, steamy breath surrounded him, and it felt claustrophobic, yet comforting. 


        Pepperman tasted delectable too, Pizzahead couldn’t help but lap at him with his tongue, taking in his sweet flavor, far less bitter than what Pizzahead thought he might taste like. The humanoid’s stomach growled from the taste, and it took everything he had not to swallow the pepper up at once, instead letting him take his time. 


        Pepperman wriggled himself a bit further, the wetness of Pizzahead’s maw making him shiver in delight. Once he got himself moving, it was much easier to keep going, and soon his head reached Pizzahead’s throat, causing the predator to swallow in response. The wet muscle and tight constriction of the flesh felt wonderful, and Pizzahead swallowed once more, throat now bulging out as Pepperman’s middle began to enter his expanding throat. 


        Pepperman closed his eyes and let Pizzahead’s body take over, letting him swallow down the last of him until there was not a single bit of himself left in the outside world. Wet gurgles beckoned him as he slid further, traveling down, down, down until he was just a bulge deep in Pizzahead’s middle. 


        Pizzahead smiled and cocked his hips as Pepperman settled, wiping the drool from his chin, breath slightly shaky from being so full. 


        Pizzahead’s insides were borderline hypnotic to the living pepper, the movement of the walls looking like an otherworldly dance. Pepperman took a deep breath, the air inside being surprisingly breathable, although stained by the taste of cheese. Pepperman squirmed, trying to get comfortable, which elicited a groan from Pizzahead, who felt every movement that Pepperman made. 


        The pit of flesh relaxed the pepper, and he pressed against the walls softly, playfully, causing Pizzahead to poke back in response with a giggle. 


        “See? I told you I was sure you’d like it!” Pizzahead chuckled. “It’s warm, wet, dark, and noisy…” Pepperman said in response, “but yes, I do like it. It’s pretty comfortable actually.” “Good!” replied Pizzahead, “because I’m not gonna let you out for a while~” he said teasingly. 


        Pepperman smiled and shrugged, closing his eyes, “I don’t mind at all.”