The faintest beams of the morning sun dance underneath the blinds, only half shut in the pilfered apartment. You roll over in someone else's bed as the light creeps slowly up your naked form-you've been awake for a while now, simply refusing to get on with the day. It's not like you have anywhere to be, anyway.

Surrounding your place of rest are small piles of discarded clothes and other belongings, both your own and those of your companion(s) the previous night. The thought brings a satisfied smirk to your lips as you recall the events preluding your slumber:

Once the door was firmly locked behind you, you'd expected your surprise 'date' to beg for their friends life-maybe even attack you, assuming a sort of home field advantage. What you didn't expect was for them to pounce as soon as you'd entered the bedroom, no doubt eager to begin their 'rescue operation' after the long walk to their domicile.

They demonstrated a degree of passion and handiwork beyond what you've experienced in a one night stand prior-if not for the small detail that their friend was most certainly mush at this point, you might have considered humoring them, at least for a time, given how motivated they were.

But all good things do eventually come to an end, and your partner's stamina soon disappeared-and along with it, their head into your esophagus. There was no reason to pretend you might acquiesce to their demands any further, that card had already played out it's usefulness and it was time to return it to the deck.

Not to mention, this one was a deal smarter than your earlier meal-naïve, perhaps-but bold enough to follow through on your offer. You didn't want to take any chances with giving them time to pull a miracle out of their ass, especially in unfamiliar surroundings.

Your musing concluded as you slurped down the last of their kicking legs, sealing them into the broiling pot of acids and stewed flesh they'd thrusted against and rubbed nervously the past hour and a half. While your stomach is more than capable of holding two people, close to six or seven in actuality, it only needs to stretch to accommodate the bare minimum of it's contents at any given time-instead of the lumps and awkward bulges from earlier, your belly now held a smooth exterior; the thick paste surrounding the new contents of your stomach like a mold-filling in any space between what would normally be struggling arms and legs.

The only space that wasn't filled by a person or their past tense was filled by-

BROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARP!

-Nevermind. With that sudden exhale of fumes, small movements finally issued from your middle. Considering how minute they were, you'd imagine the sensation your occupant must be feeling to not be dissimilar from swimming in molasses. Especially after they'd expended all their energy rather spectacularly beforehand.

That didn't mean you were finished, however-you did, after all, have the entirety of their apartment to explore and utilize to your contentment. Sure, you'd take anything of note or worth when you leave the following morning-but it's nice to abuse the amenities while you're here, no?

The Tv seems like a good place to start. Smart too-you pull up the browser on it's high definition screen; luckily, their credit card is already tied to the viewing account. You would have just grabbed it from their wallet anyway-but this saves you the hassle of getting up.

With no one here to object, your free to order as many adult films as you can enjoy before growing bored-quite a few, as it turns out. Eventually you turn it off; you don't want to max out the credit card before you've bought anything fancy, after all.

A quick look at the clock tells you it's getting late-or early, as it would be. You're still coated in several fluids, both dried saliva and otherwise, so a quick shower before bed isn't a bad idea. You also get an extra bit of satisfaction from the panicked undulations of your melting captive as you lather your stomach under the showerhead.

As you exit the shower, another groan-this time from your lower bowels-keys you into an idea for some more fun. You rub up and down your distended belly, poking at the small wiggles on the surface as you plop your behind onto the toilet seat across from the shower stall. You don't really need to go yet, but you'd like to drive as much enjoyment out of your meal as you can before it's just as much slurry in your guts.

You clench your abdomen, certainly enough for the occupant to feel the mulch and stomach walls move around them. Only a few logs vacate your rear pucker, but it sends the message through clear.

"Excited? That will be you in just a few hours, along with the rest of your buddy in there. Oh my! I hope you didn't forget about them, you did try ever so hard to get them out after all!" A few more loafs crawl out from our anus while you laugh.

"But hey, mission accomplished right? I guess they just needed a friendly push!" Sensing you won't be getting anything else out until these two are finished digesting completely, you standup-not even bothering to flush as you absentmindedly wipe your self off with a spare towel.

The stained blanket falls out of the way when you throw yourself onto the mattress. The disorientation from both rotating horizontally and bouncing rapidly forces your meal into unconsciousness. Soon after, you follow.



...GROOOooaaan…

You'd almost fallen back to sleep when your startled awake by a telltale pressure in your colon-your self fulfilling prophecy from last night coming to a head, as the head of a thick glob of refuse presses against the bedsheet below you.

Conceding that the battle is already lost, you do little more that sit up so you aren't laying in your own shit as you scoot towards the edge of the bed. The pile does eventually get large enough that you have to get off of the furniture and stand up fully-the remains of two adults is more than enough to cover most of the twin mattress.

The feeling of emptying your bowels after a good meal is it's own reward, and you shiver as unbroken bones and pillows of dung escape from your rectum. However, the process does take some time-and while you still enjoy it immensely, your knees ache a bit from standing for so long.

You drum your fingers on your thigh, now wonderfully thickened from your meals, as you recall the tactic that netted you the food in question. You snrrk at the though of getting them both all nice and worn out before devouring them; one of them wasn't even interested and it still worked!

"Ha! I can't believe you BOTH fell for that!" Of course, the still growing mound behind you doesn't respond-but you feel accomplished all the same.

"You two really are idiots, but, I guess you won't make the same mistake twice, huh?" The flow finally ceases with a few sputtering puffs of gas, freeing you from your 'chains' and allowing you to rest your legs. The bed is completely ruined by your excretions, and is a clear indication of what happened to the tenant-but it should be fine to leave if you lock up the room after you've taken what you want.

"Well, I guess that's someone else's problem now." You turn and wave at the pile, before grabbing your discarded clothes.

"Thanks guys, you really made for a wonderful night on the town!"
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And, finished! Writing, that is. The artwork is the second half of a commission drawn by  DarkArtist, go show them some love-they did a great job on these!

If you like the story, then thank you-I've been trying to include more of them in image descriptions. You're free to interpret almost anything you like from an image-but I like to provide a lil' context anyway.

I hope you have a nice night, I'll see ya again later.

Ciao!

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