I worked real hard the rest of my first day at work cleaning the toilet, then finally we were about to close up the store and Donald had me take the trash out to the dumpster. He accompanied me out to the back of the store's parking as I walked toward the dumpster, barely able to walk. I was still feeling the pleasant sting of Donald's dick in my ass and was walking bow-legged. Donald was yelling at me, "C'mon! Pick up the pace!" like some drill instructor. I got within a few feet of the dumpster and just couldn't walk anymore, the trash was so heavy, full of grease and pounds upon pounds of food waste, enough to feed a small African nation. I dropped the trash bag to the ground and I noticed about five or six tacos fall out of the bag. They were still in the wrappers and as I picked one up I noticed it was still fresh and warm.

Donald was right beside me, scowling as I showed him the tacos and said, "We're not going to actually throw these away, are we? I'm broke and starved and could really use some food in my belly." I was thinking of the tacos I had seen in the toilet earlier and in my mind I still wasn't quite making the connection between the semen Donald had squirted into my butt and the tacos. More and more I was becoming suspicious. It seemed that every time me and Donald were alone together in some isolated spot, the question came up about a taco. I was getting so hungry as I looked at the taco in my hand but strangely enough it wasn't just my belly growling. I felt Donald's cum inside my rectum from the butt-thrashing I'd received in the bathroom earlier. It felt like it was coming alive, like it was evolving into some unholy creature in the darkest pit of the deepest recesses of my ass, like some shit and food-covered beast who just wanted more! It howled and spoke to my werewolf nature and it made me think of Donald's cock, of how I wanted to see it again and perhaps put it in my mouth this time? I still wasn't quite making the connection but I was getting close to enlightenment, close to learning the secret of why Diez Inchiladas was the best fast food joint in town.

"Well, if you're so fucking hungry and starved for food, why don't you just shove that fucking taco in the mouth then?" Doanld said, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me in sly contempt. I noticed that was a slight twist to his mouth, almost like a grin and I also saw the bulge sprouting up from behind his trousers, like some flower was growing here in the midst of the slop and trash and all the fast food. Here in the darkness, as cum boiled in my butt and my stomach screamed for a donation there was the beauty of Donald's cock in his pants getting harder by the second, more gorgeous and more golden. The more I thought of his cock the hungrier I became as I shoved the entire taco in my mouth, growling as I did so, never minding the chunks of cheese and ground beeef that fell from my lips, oblivious to the hot sauce that dribbled down my chin. I became greedy in my appetite, immediately picked up a second taco and took a nibble from it, feeling the crisp green shredded lettuce adorn my lips and tantalize my tongue. And that is when Donald unzipped his pants.