Loud powerful belches blew from the small house as I lay on the bed, massaging my bulging squirming belly with both hands. My appearance was similar to a human, but with the ears and hind quarters of a horse. Not a goat, a horse. Calling me a Satyr was a good way to get in serious trouble. Specifically I was Famine, Horseboy of the Apocalypse. Well, I used to have three brothers, but I ate them naturally. My belly still wiggled as I slipped off the bed and stood up, the house shaking as I let out another of my legendary belches. As the humans in my huge gut continued to writhe I massaged it with one hand, giving a cruel grin. "Don't worry everyone. More friends will be arriving for you soon. If your not already turds by then." I farted loudly as I laughed again, starting off towards the city. By the time I reached it, my belly had shrunk down to near it's normal size. And it was time to refill it with more tasty prey. Nearby I noticed a group of demons fighting with the military and decided to enjoy the show a bit. Though as one human tried to flee I grabbed him and easily hoisted him into the air. The soldier was a lot bigger then me but lifted as if he weighed nothing. I then easily shoved him down my throat. My stomach again bulging out a bit as I massaged it with one hand.