Hello, Boy!

"I'm hungry," Henry whispered.

Thomas waved a hand over his mouth.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Thomas, the younger brother snorted. "It means, 'Be quiet'. Dad's gunna be home soon." They were crouched in their father's closet, waiting.

"Tell me again: why are we in the closet?" Henry asked, clutching his rumbling belly.

"We gotta watch Dad; he's an alien now."

"An alien, hm?" Henry mused, smirking to himself. "Do tell…"

"He ate a woman, last night. Brought her home.. and ate her."

They faced each other now.

"No fucking way. Are you going insane, or something, man?"

Thomas sniffed, indignant. "I'm not Granny. I'm fuckin' fine. I swear: Dad ate a woman." He picked at his nose a little, wiping something crusty on the slotted closet door.

"Dude.. that's gross."

Henry rolled his eyes up to the closet ceiling. Ties, shirts, and blazers hung a little above them. He counted ties, idle. Thomas started tugging on his sleeve, pulling his attention to the room before them.

In staggered Dad, a woman clinging close. They flopped on the bed; Dad cupped one of the woman's breasts in one hairy hand. Henry shivered. I don't want to watch Dad fuck a random chick from the bar…

Clothes started being removed.

Dad's face suddenly became gooey.. shaping in to a green blob with a gaping maw. Sure as shit, in went the woman, whole. He just bent down, and enveloped her. Just like that.

Henry turned to look at Thomas, whose face was also turning green and gelatinous.

"I told you," the blob-brother gargled.