Bitesize: Team Jacob

Edward's shoes crunched in the dry leaves outside Jacob's house. What he was doing took a lot of bravery, if not stupidity -- Breaking a time-old treaty by crossing into his sworn enemy's territory, all to fight for the love of a girl. From outside the shabby little house, Jacob and his fellow pack members could be heard hooting and laughing. They were no doubt jumping around shirtless in there, rolling all over each other like savages; like animals. Edward suppressed a shudder and knocked.

The rickety door swung open almost instantly. Filling the doorway was Jacob, the most ripped and musclebound teen ever to awe the small town of Forks. His arms were great bronze slabs of muscle and you could drink a glass of water from the ridges between his chiseled abs. All he was wore was a pair of tight, cut-off denim shorts which showcased his proud physique. He stopped laughing promptly and sneered down at the man before him. "What the hell do you think you're doing here.. Cullen." Jacob crossed his arms against his broad chest, displaying the tribal tattoo that shone proudly behind a sheen of sweat on his shoulder. The pack stood silently at his back, on guard.

"I came here to deliver a message." Edward said evenly. "Leave Bella alone. She's mine. I don't want any trouble from your people, just stop trying to take what isn't yours." With that, Edward turned and retreated peacefully, bracing himself just in case one of the gang should pounce on his back.

But nothing he could have done would have braced him for what he experienced next. Edward felt horribly light-headed, as if he'd just gone weeks without feeding. In the very back of his consciousness he could hear a monotonous tribal chanting, both coming from nowhere and surrounding him at once. He spun around, the world spinning twice as fast, and saw the pack of bronze young men watching him keenly from the doorway. "What are you doing to me??" He demanded in a croaky voice, then went tumbling to the ground.

The next thing he knew, Jacob's paw-like bare feet were stomping towards him. Only Jake's feet weren't just bigger than the average teen's feet any more; as they marched closer, crunching dead leaves and twigs beneath their mighty soles, Edward realized they were bigger than his entire body. The shrunken boy looked up in horror to see his cocky rival, Jacob Black, smirking down past skyscraping muscular legs and a Greek god-like torso.

Jacob bent down and seized Edward with an impossibly tight grip, while the smaller man grunted in agony. Marching into the house and slamming the door, Jacob proudly showed the toy-sized Edward to his pack brothers. "I told you if he kept bugging us I'd use that ancient wolf curse on him. Only one in every ten generations of our family is born with the power, and Grandpa knew I had it since the day I was born. I was just waiting for the right.. opportunity.. to use it"

Jacob bared his teeth in at Edward in a cold grin, and squeezed his little prize harder than ever, all but crushing the tiny man to dust. "What's the matter, Cullen? Am I hurting you?" He hissed maliciously.

"No.." Edward grunted from inside Jacob's thick fist. "It's your.. stench! It's making me sick!"

The bare-chested boys all snickered, remembering how keen a vampire's sense of smell is, especially in the presence of werewolves.

"Wow," Jacob gave his cocky, crooked smirk. "At this size, our doggy stench must be driving your little nose crazy." As he spoke, he lifted his arm and ran Edward's face up the length of his hairy black armpit. "My.. odour.. must be so pungent on your sissy little sense of smell." He jammed the boy's face deep into his pit, still sweaty from all the horseplay earlier, and laughed as his toy grunted desperately. "It must be.. intoxicating."

The boys laughed, all crowding around Jacob and slapping their idol on the back proudly. Little Edward had never looked so pale and sickly. But Jacob wasn't done yet. He'd waited a long time to see his greatest enemy defeated and humiliated in his hands, and he was going to savour every moment of this.

"Of course, my 'stench' isn't even strongest under my pits." Jake said as he dragged Edward's face across one of his mountainous brown pecs, down the deep, sweat-filled ridge between his six-pack. He let Ed's face dip into his navel, and sweep through the treasure trail beneath, nudging the first button of his cut-offs.

The pack 'ooh'd and 'aah'd with giddy excitement as Jake got ready to inflict the ultimate domination on his victim. "Where my scent is REALLY at its strongest." He slowly unzipped his fly. "Where it'll really.. knock you out.."

"Jake. Please." Edward gave his rival the most urgent expression he could muster. "You've won. I'm asking you, man to man, for your mercy."

Jacob smiled smugly. Seeing the famously calm Edward lose his cool was all he'd really wanted, and satisfied him immensely. The following would just be for fun. "You're not a man." He pulled down his fly, revealing a fat and sweaty cock coiled in a dense forest of pubes. "You're a leech. You're an insect. And you should NEVER have gotten in my way."

Jake shoved the tiny man in with his junk and zipped up, the bulge on his crotch wriggling and jumping madly as Edward practically drowned in the giant's soupy thick stench, howling unheard cries of horror.

What happened next was an explosion of pride and testosterone. The other boys, each as cocky and hot-headed as Jacob, hugged and high-fived their leader in congratulations. "You did it, Jake! You taught those inferiors once and for all not to mess with us again!"

Jacob soaked in the praise. It was true, nothing had ever made him feel so big and powerful as the knowledge that he had his arch enemy and rival squirming for mercy against his dick.

"I guess this mean's the girl's yours now, Jake." Seth, the youngest pack member, wiggled his eyebrow.

"That's right." Jacob shrugged. "As long as anything else I want in this town. The Cullens' stay in Forks is over." There was another round of applause, but Jacob had one more thing to add. "Not that I'm done with mini Edward here.. I don't need a little leech like him living under my roof at any size.. So I think I might just have to have myself a little snack."

Edward was extracted from Jacob's shorts thickly coated in greasy sweat, his hair a mess, trembling frantically. "I heard that! Please Jake, don't!! I'm begging you!!"

The muscular teen shook his head and chuckled as he dangled Edward over his jaw. "Tell it to my stomach acids, vampire boy. I hope your kind take extra long to burn up, because I'm going to enjoy every second of it." Jacob stretched his lips and let his little captive swing once over them.

"NO!!"

A second swing.

"PLEASE, JACOB!!"

A third swing.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE PROTEIN!!"

The boys sniggered. Jacob's fingertips parted, and Edward went plummeting down into the dark cavern of Jacob's mouth, first to be grappled and dragged down by oozing wet throat muscles, then to be eaten alive in the healthy young giant's juicy gut.