The sound of the snore rocked the house to it's rafters, as it did every morning. Lying on the bed was a young boy with white hair and immensly sharp teeth, visible through his agape mouth. His name was Soul Eater Evans, and he was about to experience the worst morning of his life.
  From what he was told later, it all started when the door creaked open, and in stepped a tall woman with long purple hair. Two bangs stuck out like cat ears, and the rest fell into curls. Her eyes shined gold, especially combined with her winning smile. She wore naught but a tight halter top, and incredibly short short shorts. They didn't even reach half way down her thighs.
  "Hey Soul," she cooed, "It's me, Blaire!" She jumped up on to the bed, kneeling on top of the young boy. "So come and play with me!" She said, leaning closer to his face.
  The sleeping boy didn't respond, even when Blaire grabbed him by the cheeks. "Come ooooooon!" Blaire whined, shaking his head back and forth.
  Soul said nothing, only continuing to snore as Blaire dropped his head in frustration.
  "Wake up you lazy boy!" Blaire cried, shaking him by the shoulders. Eventually she gave that up too, and let him fall back down. "Damn it!" She swore, starting to pull closer to him. "Why won't he wake up?"
  Then, as she leaned forward, Soul took in a deep breath, the force of his snore actually enough to pull her inward. She fell forward, head aimed on a collision course for Soul's face. The snoring boy held his mouth open, and Blaire's head went straight inside.
  "Hey, cut it out!" Blaire yelled, trying to pull back. Unfortunatley for both parties, Soul's unnaturally sharp teeth held her in place.
  Meanwhile, Soul's body seemed to notice the large object inside. Possibly dreaming, or possibly instinct, he swallowed, pulling in Blaire's shoulders. The witch like cat cried out, as Soul swallowed again, pulling her in up to her rather sizable chest. She tried to get leverage on the bed, but her hands slipped on the sheets, and her feet pressed against the edge, only forcing her in deeper. Soul swallowed yet again, mouth wrapping around Blaire's stomach. With another powerful gulp, he pulled down her stomach, reaching her waist.
  Blair kicked her legs, motion only serving to lubricate her in Soul's saliva. Taking advantage almost, Soul swallowed, lips sliding past her thighs. At the same time, his stomach began to bulge out, as Blaire's body was forced inside. Her face bulged against his skin, followed by her hands. Her muffled screams were audible through his flesh. Still not roused from his slumber, Soul swallowed again, slurping down Blaire's calfs. Another swallow, her ankles slid into his throat. Finally, the sleeping boy swallowed down her feet, and the last of Blaire slid down into his greedy gullet.
  Soul leaned his head back, as his immense belly towered over him. Blaire's body was visible in his stomach's flesh, shifting and writhing inside. None of this seemed to affect the white haired youth, even as Blaire beat against the walls of her fleshy prison.
  That is, until Blaire slammed her body to the right, and sent herself (And Soul by proxy) over the edge of the bed.
  They landed with a powerful crash, Soul landing on his side.
  His eyes began to flutter open, and he moaned in pain. "Ow..." He yawned, stretching. Then, he noticed the huge weight bearing down on his legs. "Huh-WHAT THE HELL!?" He shouted, pulling back. His stomach came with him, and he felt something massive inside slide against his insides.
  "Soul, please let me out!" Blaire's voice cried from inside his giant belly.
  "What, Blaire?" Soul shouted, placing his hands on the sides of the wriggling bulge.
  "Yes it's me!" The cat replied from inside, as her face bulged against his skin again.
  "How the hell did you get in there!?" Soul cried, hoping this was a seriously messed up dream.
  "HOW DO YOU THINK!?" Blaire roared indigniantly. "YOU ATE ME!"
  "That's impossible!" Soul replied, pinching himself. "That just can't be true!" He cried.
  "Oh, I think I can say it's possible!" Blaire replied, punching Soul from with in.
  Soul didn't have time to say anything in reply, before he heard Maka shout from down stairs.
  "Soul, we have to be at school in less than twenty minutes! If you don't come down soon, I'm coming up!"
  Soul gulped, looking down at his wriggling belly.
  This wasn't going to be a fun day.