Even though it wasn't the largest sorority on the campus, claiming a membership of perhaps a hundred, BEB was known for throwing some of the most 'exclusive' parties - where the great unwashed masses of horny male lowlives and bland, boring female hangers-on did not make an appearance. Although they were meant to be nights of fun first and foremost, the often unspoken addendum was that these selective nightlong revels were the best place to meet up with alumni and those from the rarefied social circles they walked in... whether a particular sorority sister was looking for a juicy, promising internship, a letter of recommendation, or just an older male 'friend' who wasn't shy about showering her with expensive gifts after an occasional night out.
 
 Nancy figured that her first priority out tonight was having a memorable night of fun and getting some glamorous group pictures with her fellow juniors dressed in eye-catching costumes - but she liked the idea of keeping her options open, especially since the chair had hinted to her that the group of young men who'd be showing up in coordinated costumes were each from 'families that granted them a rare and valuable inheritance'. It was odd that all four of them had chosen to go with variations of the same werewolf costume - but then again, it did look to be a very complicated design, probably made by a specialized artisan from the film industry, and perhaps the 'werewolf' was the only thing they could get to really look perfect.
 
 Although Nancy herself wasn't wearing an outfit that went nearly so far towards making her look like an actual Halloween creature of the night come to life, it made up for it in accentuating her own 'natural gifts'. A sleeveless black vinyl slit-sided dress clung so tightly to her figure that it folded and shifted noisily every time she took a step. Her jet black hair was done up in a prim bun, but that was the only thing remotely formal or proper about her appearance. Drawstrings criss-crossed over her chest in a deep, plunging neckline that was left wide enough that the naturally pale young woman's nipples were barely covered, and a tiny red and black cape hung from her shoulders. Even though it made drinking a little more difficult, Nancy was committed to the costume and had a pair of plastic fangs in her mouth.
 
 Across the room from Nancy was Polly, in a particularly flattering pirate costume, with a long captain's jacket and tricorne hat being the only remotely respectable elements of her pirate costume - the jacket was designed to hang open in the front and wouldn't have buttoned up even if she wanted it to... and considering how well the black bikini top with a skull-and-crossbones on each side flattered the tall, broad-shouldered brunette's grapefruit-sized breasts, there's no reason she would ever try. She was chatting up one of the wolf costume guys named Warren near a velvet-curtained window. Already punch-drunk, Polly was leaning forward and putting her weight on Warren's shoulders, popping up one of her feet accentuated by a sexy knee-high black leather boot.
 
 And moving much more quickly than either Nancy or Polly was Sandra. Several times on the rented microbus that had brought the girls here, Sandra had excitedly explained that the omnipresent 'princess' costumes that were popular year in and year out were an old-fashioned stereotype, and that was why she was spending Halloween dressed up as a knight instead. Of course, this was rather a case of tilting at windmills. Sandra had had her pick of literally hundreds of revealing women's knight costumes to pick from while ordering online, and the one she'd selected was considerably skimpier than the classic disney princess look.
 
 Sandra had a wiry, athletic figure (she'd been in track back in high school and, though she couldn't compete at the college level, still found time for occasional training), with her dark brown hair cut very short in a stylish pixie cut. The main part of her outfit was a sleeveless spaghetti-strap minidress with a chainmail pattern on the top half. The skirt portion had the fringe cut into a blocky, castle parapet shape, and her high-heeled thigh-high leather boots had old-fashioned flared cuffs at the top.
 
 To help compensate for the fact that she was the least well-endowed of the party attendees (except for that kid who'd tagged along with the older woman who'd shown up), Sandra had adopted two strategies in tandem. The first was not wearing a bra so two little bumps could be seen poking through where the chainmail-patterned dress clung to her chest, even though the mounds beneath those sharp protrusions weren't the most impressive. The second was maximizing her aggression. The minute that word spread through the house that some guys had arrived, Sandra valiantly sallied out to meet the invaders, and as soon as one of them (by the name of Romy) had come close to a loveseat, Sandra had pushed him down on it and slid right down in his lap, saying it was so she could 'get a close look at those realistic ears and whiskers' while grinding her hips against him. Nancy knew from experience that Sandra tended not to worry overmuch about finding a room or even going to a restroom when she decided to 'hook up' with someone - on the contrary, the more pairs of eyes on her while she did anything and everything with the lucky guy du jour, the happier she was.
 
 Nancy just sighed. Surely it wasn't a coincidence that this relatively small party had a few more women attending than guys. Aside from her, Polly and Sandra in this room, there were 6 other girls from the sorority alone here, and that was before two more had shown up . There were 3 male attendees not counting the 5 from the college - the host, his young cousin who was going to be starting college in spring after a gap semester, and a friend of Mr. Katz's. The latter of those had brought a girlfriend with him, and the first had almost immediately gone off after the cutesy wolf-dressed girl that had followed along after Clara... and she hadn't yet seen the cousin yet. Perhaps he was shy. At first, Nancy had assumed more party crashers would inevitably arrive but this 'lock-in' gimmick seemed to foreclose that possibility. On the other hand, it was true that there were one or two among their friend group that had hinted they wouldn't mind experimenting by hooking up with another girl in costume, so perhaps it would all work out in the end.
 
 It was a bit awkward, standing around with a drink in her hand and not talking to anyone, but Nancy would have to go back through the kitchen (where Tara in the fairy costume was already trying to put the moves on that guy who'd shown up alongside Clara - Nancy thought she recalled Clara saying something about how her younger brother might tag along, that must have been him) or walk past Sandra giving Romy a lapdance. Frankly, it seemed like some of those guys were trying to compensate for their lacking personalities with those absurdly elaborate costumes; Romy and Warren had barely said a thing in spite of the two girls practically throwing themselves at them, only giving little grunts of acknowledgement or muttered answers of two or three words. Perhaps those costumes were just hard to talk in?
 
 Nancy instead moved right to the threshhold of the kitchen - if anyone else hustled past trying to get out of Tina or Sandra's way, she'd be able to share some of the awkwardness of being left standing around with no attention, even if it was just another of the sorority girls. Plus... she was out of their field of vision, and if she was going to be left alone, she might as well take the opportunity to peep. Since she managed to smuggle her phone in, tucking it in one of the sleeves of her long lacy black gloves, Nancy figured she might snap an embarrassing photo or two to ease Sandra with the next time she was lecturing others on female empowerment. The guy's furry hands had already slipped under the hem of her dress and he was wasting no time in teasing the place between her legs aggressively.
 
 Wrapping a hand around her wrist, Warren - probably the biggest and broadest-shouldered of those 'wolves' seemed to whisper something to Polly and pulled her behind the velvet drapes of the nearby window. The two shrouded silhouettes immediately began moving around energetically behind the obstruction, Polly's soft giggling soon moving on to gasping and muffled accusations that he was moving too fast - though she made no move to walk away.
 
 Romy seemed to whisper something that made Sandra gasp theatrically and slap him on the shoulder. "Ewwww! Oh, you pervert! You're lucky I don't give you a facefull of mace - and I don't mean the plastic one I brought for my costume, over there!" she indicated the silly plastic prop weapon laying on a coffee table. "Buuuuut... well, I guess it is a special occasion, Halloween and all. Just as long as you promise me this won't be just a one-time hookup or something, I'm gonna expect you to be a gentleman, even if it's, eheheee, after the fact..."
 
 Eyebrows arching up, Nancy stifled a giggle of her own as Sandra reached down to stroke between Romy's legs and showed off just HOW cunningly constructed those costumes were. Poking out through what seemed like a slit or a pocket in the fur of the wolf suit, something long and stiff made an appearance, which Sandra seized with little hesitation. It was a big one, too. 'Wow, I really have to appreciate the dedication those guys put into this, applying red makeup all over their own dicks... I guess I should take it as kind of an insult to Beta Epsilon Beta if they were THAT sure they were going to get laid at this party that they went to the trouble of putting body paint on their junk just for completeness sake?' Nancy murmured softly to herself.
 
 Sandra was jerking her hand up and down it eagerly, snickering and making some similar observations before rubbing it up and down the crack between her tight, athletic butt cheeks. Romy hooked a furry finger around her metallic-colored panties and pulled them down, sliding them off past Sandra's big boots with considerable difficulty. By the time he managed to get them all the way off, Sandra mused (a little too loudly) about how wet and ready she was. Nancy didn't have a watch but she felt like Sandra had gone from sliding down in the guy's lap, teasing and making out with him, to raising her butt up and preparing to sit down right on the rock-hard red cock aiming up at her in less than 20 minutes, a pretty short timescale even by her standards.
 
 "You know, I was kind of hoping to meet up with someone in a horse costume tonight, since I'm playing the part of a valiant knight, and all that. I'm sure you can guess, Romy, that I picked this costume because I love to *ride*, ehehehee~" Sandra said playfully. "But who's to say that knights wouldn't have ridden wolves instead? ...as long as they were big enough."
 
 Romy spoke then - clearly wanting to play along, as he was making his voice a harsh, growling 'wolf voice': "Heh, maybe they didn't think that the wolves could be fully tamed by a mere human? But then again, I bet none of those knights, even Joan of Arc, had as nice an ass as you do."
 
 That seemed to have been just the compliment Sandra was looking for as she giggled and moaned sluttily, easing the straining rod under the fringe of her skirt and starting to rub it up against a pair of panties marked with a little fleur-de-lis in the middle. "Ooooh, but what if somebody walks in and sees us? And Polly and Warren are right behind the drapes there, don't you think they can hear us, even over all their own make-out-noises?"
 
 There was no verbal response - instead Romy rubbed his furry cheek against her shoulders and delicately pulled her panties aside with his nimble fingertips, wrapping his free hand around Sandra's toned, muscular abdomen tightly, urging up up a little bit as he aimed at his goal. Nancy just shook her head again and pulled out her cell phone, starting to record. She wasn't planning on posting it or anything; Sandra knew they were friends and she'd forgive a little friendly razzing in front of the other sisters.
 
 Sandra bit her lip with a mischievous smile and sat down on the bright red member aiming up at her nethers - despite the size it met no resistance from her excited pink labial folds and slid right in. "Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmf, oh it's thick." shivers of pleasure ran down her back and she waggled her hips from side to side to feel every inch as she slid all the way down the fleshy pole until her buttocks was resting on his furry hips to the point that her pussy was completely hidden by grey costume fur. As she started grinding back and forth on him she looked back and wrinkled her nose playfully. "Hey, hehehee, 'Ro-meo', you aren't being very much of a gentleman. I just sat down on your cock down to the last inch and you haven't even asked if I'm on the pill. I mean, I am, but you really should have asked, ehehee.. And before you ask," she added, face reddening as she started pumping up and down, "no, I'm not gonna let you cum on my face. That's degrading, you know? *I'm* fucking *you*... your hot, thick 'sword' belongs to me right now~"
 
 The only response from Romy was a series of deep grunts and high, lusty whines as he wrapped both hands around her fabirc-covered waist and began sharply pumping Sandra up and down on his lap, not even giving her the chance to use the strong, athletic thighs she was so proud of... not that she seemed to mind being lifted up so effortlessly, rather, Sandra took advantage of it to use her free hands to playfully stroke her own erect nipples through the thin fabric of her chainmail dress, digging her leather high-heeled ren-faire boots into his sides as she spread her knees wide. It was almost as if she was inviting Nancy to get as good a picture of her as possible.
 
 No; not almost. Nancy suddenly realied she wasn't quite as inconspicuous crouched where she was in the doorway as she'd thought, as Sandra looked straight at her, winked, and blew her a kiss, clearly not caring about the phone... or, perhaps, getting that much more excited over it. Romy seemed to have amazing stamina - for a good solid five minutes he kept up a steady pace, only occasionally pausing briefly to grind Sandra's hips against his furry lap when she had all of his length inside her before going back to forcefully sliding her up and down his length. In spite of Sandra's earlier words, Nancy thought this looked pretty degrading... facing away from the guy, it was almost as if he was using Sandra as a masturbation aid rather than making love to her as a partner. But Sandra didn't seem to mind, especially considering that she gave a sharp yelp and breathless gasp as a shudder wracked her body, leaving her panting afterwards and leaving a noticeable wet spot on the crotch-fur of the 'wolf'.
 
 That was soon joined by a even even sharper, almost desperate yelp from behind the curtains where Polly was hooking up with the other guy - followed by some muffled high-pitched vocalizations by the pirate girl. Nancy felt a blush rising in her cheeks - clearly Warren back there was getting some oral service by a girl who didn't have objections to it the way Sandra did. And they were getting really wild back there, too - a frantic scuffle could be heard and the velvet curtain began shifting and quaking violently. Even with that thick cloth in the way, some very loud slurping and choking noises could be heard throughout the room.
 
 Nancy even raised an eyebrow when, after a minute of that (Polly must have some incredible lung capacity, not to have needed to take a breath by this point), she saw one of Polly's knee-high leather pirate boots jut out from behind the edge of the curtain, waving and kicking a good four feet off the ground! What kind of acrobatic blowjob was she doing behind there? Sandra couldn't see it because of the angle she was at (the proud, athletic knight having closed her eyes to best appreciate the cock she was being forcefully pounded down on again and again) so Nancy made sure to get some of it in the frame, too. Her vocalizations, still muffled, were growing fainter... jeez, hopefully the guy wasn't so into the blowjob he was choking her with forcible deep-throat? Nancy wondered if she should intervene as the orgy went on several more minutes.
 
 A growl of satisfaction - strangely animalistic - ripped its way out of Romy's throat as he bucked his hips up sharply to meet with Sandra's. "AHHH! YES! I'm coming, I'm coming again! I wanna feel your hot stuff spurting in me as I cuuuuum!" she was making no effort at all to keep her voice down - Nancy wondered if the other group watching horror movies and playing grabass on the couch would hear. Sandra probably hoped they did. As requested, Romy left her sitting on him, fully impaled on his cock, and brought his hands up to grope her chest forcefully. The half-inch of his dick that was visible could be seen to throb, before he relaxed in the loveseat and let Sandra lean back against his furry chest, leaving his slowly deflating rod lodged inside her as she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her face and neck. Nancy forgot about Polly for a moment and noted that she couldn't help but be jealous of Sandra... she herself had a hard time reaching orgasm just from intercourse alone and usually needed the assistance of a vibrator or at least some fingers to get there once during sex, never mind twice in quick succession. Judging by how wet it had gotten down there, Sandra wasn't faking, either. Some girls just had all the luck.
 
 A surprisingly loud, wet 'GULP' echoed through the room. Yech! Nancy giggled but also cringed a little; she could only imagine how big of a load Polly had just had to swallow to make a sound like that. It seemed a bit uncomfortable too as Polly's distressed whimpers and gasps grew sharper and more urgent. And then, amazingly, an even louder, even un-sexier noise one-upped the gulp. A deep, bass-heavy belch came from behind the curtain.
 
 Sandra giggled as she gently rocked her hips from side to side. "EWWW! Was that you, Polly? That's why you shouldn't drink beer and then give head, you kno- AHHH! Dude, what are you doing...?" She suddenly shuddered as Romy opened his... costume's mouth...? and extended a long pink tongue that began teasing along the back of Sandra's neck. "That feels slimy! Cut it out, you're spoiling my afterglow here~"
 
 "Ahhhhh... mrrff... mmm. Well," Romy said in a rumbling voice, louder than before, "you're the best fuck I've ever had, Miss Knight. Truly your riding skills are, ahh, the greatest. I was thinking I'd sit here and enjoy teasing your fit, sexy body with my hands for a while, maybe go again when I've recovered, but it sounds like my friend Warren couldn't restrain himself. Besides, there's plenty more cuties to go around at this party so I don't really need you.”
 
 Sandra made an offended grunt and huffed, eyes popping open and playful smirking lips twisting into a pout. “What is that supposed to mean?”
 
 Nancy sat in frozen, horrified disbelief as she saw what Sandra couldn't – Romy yawned his lupine jaws wide. There was no human face inside that wolf head – just ivory teeth, a pink tongue, and a glistening, saliva-slicked throat. With a creak, the jaws widened so much that they separated completely like those of a snake, gaping several feet wide.
 
 Ironically, seeing Nancy's mouth drop open and eyes go wide with terror distracted Sandra, making her look over towards her friend rather than back at her 'lover'... who was, in fact, nothing more or less than a a real monster. With a loud 'Mrrrromff' sound, his wide jaws plunged down over Sandra's face, engulfing her head completely and shoving her cute pixie-haircut-crowned head to the back of the throat in a split second. With a squish, the werewolf stretched his furry cheeks down over her shoulders and his muzzle went as low as her chest, teeth poking her chest right between her soft little breasts through the fabric of her knightly dress. Sandra's entire body clenched up in alarm and she naturally tried to leap up off of his lap – but thanks to the angle, her startled reaction only propelled her deeper into the throat, her strong, athletic thighs flexing as she unwittingly helped shove herself into the slavering maw up to the elbows. Romy was bent double forward as he feasted, showing incredible flexibility as he bent his body into a loop to cram Sandra's pert, healthy figure into his throat until his front fangs were gently scraping over her clothed navel.
 
 From Sandra's perspective, one moment she'd been sitting there feeling irritated, and the next her world had gone dark as a hot, wet bag suddenly engulfed her face and shoulders... no, not a bag, a tube, with rippling bands of muscle that squeezed and contracted each time she tried to pull out of it, not that she had any leverage to, with the furry lap she'd ridden to two orgasms pinning her hips in place. She kicked frantically, but her impractical heels just scraped and bounced against the hardwood floor. A wet, slithering length of something worked its way beneath the hem of her skirt, tasting the sweat running down the crack of her ass. As the hot tube descended lower and lower, admitting more and more of her lithe body, that intrusive slimy organ ran over her clenched anus shamelessly.
 
 Out from behind the curtain stepped only one figure... unsteady on his feet not because of inebriation, but because of the greatly unbalanced weight jutting out in front of him. Warren's midsection had a huge, sharp bulge jutting out in front. The tightness of it made it all too easy to see what was making that lump. Two large bumps denoted the location of Polly's outsized rack as her chest was squeezed by a furry belly that, despite what common sense (the kind of common sense that admitted the existence of a bipedal wolf the size of a man) would seem to dictate, had accommodated a statuesque 5'9” woman without bursting... though she was clearly a tight fit, with her legs folded up awkwardly on top of her as she was held upside down, the same way she'd gone in.
 
 By the looks of it, Polly was wriggling rather frantically, jutting knees and elbows stretching the muscular, slimy stomach walls around her outward for a moment only for them to spring back on her. Each effort's only reward was Polly getting her face shoved up against the lower portion of that stomach interior. Although her hat had fallen on the floor, the stretched flesh and fur showned the little bumps of her nose and even the countours of her eyes... except for one, which was covered by the plastic eyepatchstill in place.
 
 Sandra, naturally, couldn't have seen that even if she had room to consider anyone's peril except her own. As she felt rippling contractions pull her deeper, forcing her to bend her head forward as she traveled down that slick, rubbery tube, she tried to scream... but from her current position the sound couldn't reach far enough for even Nancy to hear it as anything except a stifled squeal.
 
 Warren – what the beast who'd polished off Polly so quickly had called himself – reached down and gave the bulge Polly was making an admiring stroke, resting a hand on one of her shapely thighs. He shook his head. “Come on, come ooon. Who knows how long this room will be empty? I'm glad you got to enjoy yourself – you lucky son of a bitch – but we need to down these first few girls quickly and quietly. Quit savoring already and finish swallowing her so we can get somewhere nice and quiet.”
 
 Romy made a raspy slurping noise that was almost a chuckle... but, to Sandra's immense dismay, he did indeed speed the process up. Giving each of Sandra's bottom cheeks, kept pleasingly firm and tight by her athletic habits, one final squeeze, Romy lifted her up and stuffed the sorority girl's lower half up into his throat, pulling her hips up off of his lap directly into his jaws. He lunged backwards in the chair as he thrust her upward, gulping loudly and pulling her pleasingly round ass into his maw. He rested for the briefest of moments, then was swallowing and making a loud slurping sound as he pulled in her thighs. The rippling muscles of his throat and the weight of her own body was sufficient to drag Sandra down towards his stomach, now. Sandra felt fangs and lips tickling along the edge of her upper thighs, the last part of her bare skin still exposed to air...
 
 
 
 
 “Ah, I thought you studs down here might have started the party, already. I'm afraid our youngest female member actually finished her hunt faster than either of you, though.” A woman's voice came from right behind Nancy's ear. She gasped and tried to whirl around on her heel but before she could move an inch, a strong arm hooked around her neck and grabbed her firmly. “You could have looked a bit more carefully around you, Romy... you too, Warren. You had an audience here.”
 
 Although Nancy struggled and tried to lash out backwards with her heels, all she accomplished was throwing off her own balance. She tried to cry out for help but her neck was being squeezed so tight in the crook of the strong woman's elbow, she felt like she'd pass out – she couldn't get out anything but a wheeze. The damn tight, clingy latex dress greatly restricted her range of movement. But she did manage to turn her gaze halfway around.
 
 It was Clara. The latecomer. And she continued speaking to the two monstrous werewolves calmly and familiarly. “Anybody could have come around through that side of the house and walked in on you with a pair of kicking ren-faire hooker boots sticking out of your jaws, Don Juan. Sometimes you really should get a room, especially if it's going to leave you with an incriminating stomach full of wriggling schoolgirl. Mm, they're sounding pretty noisy already – I can only imagine what it'll be like once the real 'party' starts in there.”
 
 Romy's only response was to take another heavy swallow. A wail of dismay echoed from deep in his chest as Sandra's lively legs and sexy boots slid down his throat and out of sight. As he stood up, he too now sported a huge gut, working her squirming figure around with his hands until she fit best. In the end Sandra was left sitting cross-legged, right-side up, with just enough air in there with her to start wordlessly howling her displeasure at the situation. “Ahhhh,” he growled happily, looking down to his stomach and cradling it with both arms as two handprints strained against the front of the stretched hemisphere, “maybe now you can see why you never heard of knights riding wolves in the olden days, huh? The ones who tried it only got to ride once~”
 
 “Ah!” Clara smiled as she began backing up the stairs, dragging Nancy along and effortlessly overpowering the 'vampire' girl's attempts to fight back or break free. “I see you remembered the contest. You see, girls, the boys who I invited are playing a unique Halloween party game... the 'trick' is that you are the ones who are going to be wearing the wolf costumes, tonight, and they get the 'treats'. And as for my costume, well, I'm going to be judging who can make the best joke at the expense of the tarted-up sorority sister squirming in their stomach.
 
 “Ah! Yeah.” Warren moved to follow her and puffed out his cheeks, swallowing a bubble of air so big it made his stomach visibly swell yet further. “I gotta make sure to give whatsername in the slutty pirate outfit enough breathing room, I wouldn't want her to miss the fun.” The two male werewolves had to walk single-file up the stairs behind Clara, the erotic figures stretching out their bellies bouncing up and down with each step.
 
 Each “MMMFFFFFF!” of muffled cries for rescue sent a chill down Nancy's spine, but disbelief made her limbs feel numb and she couldn't break out of Clara's iron grip. There was a pumpkin-and-skeleton-covered 'Do not enter!' sign hanging on the door on account of it being the homeowner's bedroom, but Romy just pushed it wide open. “Don't worry about that sign, Nancy,” she hissed, relaxing her grip just enough that Nancy didn't risk passing out. “Mr. Katz has a new, much more snug bedroom now, I don't think he'll be complaining about us borrowing his room.”
 
 Clara briefly paused when she entered, noticing the room looked disturbed and the nightstand had been left open. But she shook her head and just stepped right in after the first male werewolf. “Now, little miss vampire... I like your costume, by the way...” she said in a low, seductive voice as Warren pulled the door closed, cutting all three sorority girls off from any hope of being discovered, “you may not know it but you are actually very, very lucky. I've chosen you, you see. You're going to be playing a special little party game... think of it as 'Mafia'... since, well, it wouldn't be quite right to call the game 'werewolf'.” she snickered. “Oh, and of course, I'm sure you can guess that I'm one too, and I'm going to be letting my furry tail hang out in due time, but I don't want to rip up this nice costume just yet. Cost me a good 150 bucks, getting it custom tailored like this. And besides, it's my responsibility to host. If I stop choking you, will you be sensible and not get all scream-y? Tap your foot if you understand.”
 
 Tap, tap, tap. Clara chuckled lowly, letting Nancy free – the sultry raven-haired co-ed flung herself away and backed into the corner immediately, eyeing the two stuffed werewolves fearfully but not making any sound above a whimper.
 
 “Here's the game; you're going to manage the other girls. Help us keep the joke going a bit longer, and lead them somewhere that'll be convenient for us bad wolves and let us enjoy them at our leisure. In particular, there's one young woman who richly deserves a harsh, lengthy punishment, and I want to make sure she's saved for last... preferably for me. I don't normally have much interest in eating up women... funny little quirk of our kind, our insatiable hunger and notorious lustfulness are two sides of the same coin, and my favorite way to end a date is for a hot young guy to fill me up in more ways than one. But for her, well, it'd be an absolute pleasure. In fact, it could be some part of me always wanted her, and that's why I teased her so much back in the old days... nobody is 100% straight after all, right? Oh, but I'm getting sidetracked.” she giggled as Romy and Warren massaged their squirming bellies and gulped down more fresh air.
 
 “The point is, besides that 'trick or treat' game for the guys, I'm also judging a masquerade contest for you girls... and I think I like your costume the best. For now, that is.” she walked toward Nancy and ran a finger under the beautiful young woman's chin, making her shudder fearfully. Clara continued. “Like I said, you're lucky, because the grand prize for winning the masquerade is going home blissfully ignorant of what the inside of a werewolf's stomach feels like.”
 
 Nancy swallowed and gave a shuddering breath. “You... you mean you're going to let me go? That's what you're saying?” Her eyes flicked back to Warren and Romy exploring the exquisite feel of their 'passengers' curves with greedy hands.
 
 Bells jingled softly as Clara nodded her head sharply. Nancy couldn't pull her eyes away from the furry, bloated bellies jiggling with their occupants blindly groping towards freedom. “What will happen... ...to Polly and Sandra? And... the others?”
 
 Rather than reply herself, Clara looked back to the males. Warren furrowed his brow for a moment and used both of his hands to give Polly's big, protruding tits a hearty squeeze, making her yelp and try fruitlessly to back away from him. As if on cue a reverberating gurgle echoed through the room from Warren's bloated midsection. “AMMMMMMMFFFFFF!” Polly shrieked inside and flinched dramatically.
 
 “Well,” Warren said casually with a toothy smile, “any busty pirate who has a run in with a real sea-wolf is gonna have to walk the plank into a sea of stomach acid. Even a generous curvy figure like hers won't last too long... an hour or two of digestion, and I'll be ready to part ways with her at the 'poop deck'.”
 
 Clara laughed uproariously and Polly's struggles suddenly became much more urgent. “NNNGGHHHHHHH, HMMMMMFFFFFFFF!” Another, even louder muffled cry of dismay could be heard even over the noise of Warren's belly busily getting to work as Polly reacted to Warren's utterly dismissive joke about the grim fate she seemed destined to endure.
 
 Joining in the chorus, Romy's similarly ballooned-out tummy emitted a noisy groan as it reacted to the huge amount of wriggling food Romy had stuffed down his throat. Romy sighed happily as Sandra mewled helplessly and begged, having gotten her face far enough away from the encroaching fleshy walls that her voice was, very faintly, audible in the relative silence between gurgles: “Naaaaancy! Heeeeeeeelp! Oh God, it's starting to burn! Dooooo someth- AHHHH! AHH! AHHHH!” she squealed sharply as Romy responded by giving her jutting ass a series of harsh spanks with the palm of his hand.
 
 The smug wolf leaned down and spoke directly to his bulging belly.“Now, now, hush up in there, cutie. A valiant knight should never beg for help or surrender, even in the darkest, scariest cave, right? You should fight as hard as you can. Otherwise, you're soon going to be a 'knight in shining porcelain'.”
 
 Even in her current adrenaline-fueled state of terror, Sandra could parse what that meant, especially since Warren had growled his cruel joke loudly enough that she could hear, too. “NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT TH-WAAAAH!” she trailed off into an inarticulate wail as Romy leapt onto the bed, sprawling out with his arms behind his head and letting Sandra's squirming athletic figure rest on top of his lap.
 
 He just chuckled in response to Sandra's desperate struggle to find the entrance to the throat that had stretched so wide to admit her. “Wow, they sure don't like it when you talk about what comes after digestion, do they? She's really wiggling good in there, now. It's a good thing I got to drop a load in her before gulping her down, or else I'd probably make a mess in my own fur with her grinding on my lap like this.”
 
 “Way to rub it in.” Warren said with a harrumph, leaning against a wall and letting Polly's writhing curves hang down in front of him, resting against his thighs. “Maybe if I digest pirate-girl here quickly enough and the other guys are subtle about it, I'll have time to really play with the next co-ed after I send this first one off to sail the seven sewers.”
 
 Clara, who'd been chuckling, broke into another loud fit of cruel laughter, bending forward to slap her knee as Nancy stared in shock. Though tears had welled up in her eyes a minute ago, the girl seemed to have a touch of coldness appropriate to her choice of costume that showed in such situations. “I'm sorry girls.” she said, surprising even her self with her calm tone. “It can't be helped... you, and all those other girls are just going to have to accept your fate. It's you and them, or me, and me getting digested along with you wouldn't help, in the end. For what it's worth, I'm... I'm grateful you went to those werewolf guys first, at least you'll be helping to save one of your sisters...”
 
 “Ahh ha haaa... Oh, those were both very good. And Nancy, I'm glad that you're seeing things our way. I'm going to go down and see how the rest of the party is proceeding.” Clara was smiling mirthfully as she turned away from the sight of the two girls struggling for their lives against slick, rubbery confinement. “Between the dance getting started and the movie playing on the big screen I think these first two tempting treats will be quite well taken care of by the time anyone notices they're missing. I'm going to go see how things are coming along and if anyone else has found their way into a stomach yet. Since Danny came here in her human form, we need to make sure that she stays upstairs where she won't be spotted even when she comes out of the broom closet to give our gracious host his final sendoff.”
 
 “When I've seen how things are proceeding I'll have you go nudge them in my favored direction, our... heh... fellow creature of the night.” she winked at the vampire-dressed co-ed as she stepped out. That left Nancy to watch, unable to look away, as the two bulging, shifting furry bellies began to groan insistently.
 
 Of course, as uncomfortable as it was to watch, far more uncomfortable was what the two unfortunate humans were experiencing. All over Polly's enviable figure, livid patches were forming as vile liquid splashed all over her each time she rolled around – her efforts to avoid it inevitably exposed her to the maximum possible amount. Her nubile, scandalously exposed figure began to tingle and burn as the acids bit into her. As if that weren't bad enough, Warren showed no hesitation at all in stoking the embers of his depraved lust by periodically reaching down to rub and massage his engorged midsection where he thought Polly's chest was. Polly had been excited for days about how sexy she'd look tonight – not just in front of the other sorority members and whatever exclusive fraternity members and rich men happened to be in attendance with her but because she was one of the first to discover this new 'social media' phenomenon on the internet allowed a tantalizing photo to reach more eyes than ever before. Nevermind a fun hookup – she hadn't even gotten to take any pictures, and now the last thing anyone was going to see of her was a set of feminine outlines writhing in torment underneath a furry pelt. No... not quite the last thing, as she was reminded again of Warren's heartless comment about the 'seven sewers' and driven to new heights of frightened squirming.
 
 Her desperate, muffled pleas made a chorus with those of Sandra who was fighting her own losing battle against the stomach that had stretched to accept her. Every few minutes a loud 'smack' joined the sounds of gurgling digestive juices and feminine squeals of horror as Romy gave the wobbling shape on top of his lap a hard spank, always unerringly managing to find Sandra's nice round backside. The force was cushioned by a layer of stomach, stretched though it was – but Sandra's backside was burning fiercely now, like all the rest of her, as the tight fleshy chamber filled up with juices, immersing her even as the walls squeezed her from every side. Her fit, shapely thighs produced some impressive kicks.
 
 “Ow!” Romy gave a hurt little huff. “Oh, I really shouldn't have swallowed her without stripping her first. Those tall boots sure looked cute when they were kicking thin air but those sharp points...” He punished Sandra with another spank as he gently swallowed air.
 
 As Nancy watched, spellbound, her two friends writhed helplessly under the relentless assault of digestive acids on their unprotected flesh. It was from shock and horror at patches of their skin dissolving that Polly and Sandra finally fainted, rather than lack of air – noticing that their stomachs were no longer squirming intensely, Romy and Warren each gave a deep, satisfied burp. When Clara finally returned, leading a dazed Nancy back out, both had expressions of contentment as complete as the lupine contours of their furry muzzles could muster.
 
 Downstairs, a dozen partygoers milled around the house, many of the girls alternating between dancing (as best they could, in the case of those with impractically confining costumes), drinking, watching snippets of the horror movies in between songs, and gossiping about what the most notoriously easy lays among their number – Polly and Sandra – were getting up to, since several of the male guests were also nowhere to be found. None of them, save one, realized that Polly, Sandra and Mr. Katz had been devoured whole and alive by supernatural predators, all three far beyond help by the time their sorority sisters (or young cousin, in the case of Mr. Katz) noticed they were missing.
 
 Marianne, unfortunately, hadn't made it back down until Clara was already down there among the group of sorority girls... and, on top of that, two of the already-transformed werewolves were inseparable from the group. Knowing what Clara intended, the sexy red-riding hood simply knew that if she raised the alarm outright, even if she managed to sufficiently panic the other girls, Clara would preferentially come after her... and even if she managed to stop Clara by shooting her (would that even work?! Marianne didn't want to stake her or Bobby's survival on it – who knew if the legend of needing silver bullets was true, or for that matter, if Clara being in human form made a difference or not?), the other two werewolves would surely bear her down. She didn't even dare say it to Bobby – he wasn't taking the hint when she drifted towards the edge of the room a few times, and thanks to the music and other noise, whispering the truth to him would be loud enough that those wolves with their long, sensitive ears could probably hear.
 
 The gossip about how much fun the two girls dressed as a pirate and knight were surely having sent chills down Marianne's spine. Though it made her sick with guilt, she quickly decided that those young women had to be written off – there were too many places to hide in this house and if she went looking for them she'd be opening herself to ambush. Naturally, the landline phones that Marianne surreptitiously tried were disconnected, and since Clara had planned all this, it wasn't surprising to hear one of the sorority girls idly complaining about her phone getting no reception (only to be chided by her sisters for wasting time on a device when they were supposed to be here to dance and socialize).
 
 
 A means to escape en-masse was key... “key” being the operative word. After over a half hour of looking for chances to quietly spread warnings and finding none, Marianne decided that their best hope was to get the keys to that party bus and use the moment the werewolves tipped their hand to pile everyone into it before flooring the gas pedal. As strong as Danny had shown herself to be, effortlessly overpowering a fit, muscular man in his prime, it was a safe bet that trying to outrun a werewolf on foot would be suicide... and if they reached one of those neighboring houses and the neighbors were even home, well, that would just wind up getting even more innocent people devoured. But surely the werewolves wouldn't be willing to risk being spotted by dozens, trying to chase them down on the streets.
 
 Since the party was going to be so long, the bus driver had already been taken back to the cab company's headquarters and was going to be dropped back off when it was time to return the girls... supposedly. But Marianne knew – shuddering each time she thought of it – that the werewolves didn't plan on having any of those nubile college students ever leave this house. It seemed likely that they had a spare key for it stashed somewhere here so they could have the empty bus be found somewhere that pinned the suspicion on someone else. And if they didn't, well, that meant that they'd all have to squeeze into Bobby's car. That would be a tight fit... if everyone made it, that is. In any case, with every window locked up tight and probably connected to alarms, it was crucial to find a working key for the front door; Marianne didn't even need to try it to know that the key Clara had left inserted into the padlock holding the door closed was a false reassurance.
 
 Eventually she settled on the fact that the first thing she had to do was warn her boyfriend. Marianne trying to get one of the BEB sisters to go off and find somewhere private with her might look odd (of course, everyone liked 'experimenting' in college but then, she had come to the party with a guy).
 
 Apparently having been brushed off by that 'grim reaper' guy when Marianne interrupted them earlier, the cute, short-yet-stacked blonde in the tinkerbell fairy outfit was offering Bobby a drink where he sat uncomfortably on a seat in the corner of the room. That gave Marianne an idea – so she sauntered over, doing her best to look carefree and sexy, and smiled. Though the fairy girl looked guilty at first, Marianne looked right at her and gave her a sultry lick of the lips. “Come on, don't be shy – why do you think I invited my handsome loverboy to a party that was going be 70% made up of sexy girls in costumes? I was waiting for someone to take an interest in him. It's always been my fantasy to, mmm, enjoy a little bit of both sides of the aisle at once. I'm sure I don't have to spell it out for you. Why don't we go off and make this the luckiest Halloween Bobby has ever had?”
 
 Bobby looked hesitant, but the fairy-girl blushed with excitement, and before the former could object too much, both young women grabbed his hands and began leading him off to one of the halls. Marianne, taking charge, flung open the first door she came across when they were out of sight, and pulled both of them after her into a nice marble-finished bathroom.
 
 “Hi... wow, um, so, my name is Lacy, and I've never done anything like this before. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it a little...” the sexy fairy waggled her hips as she settled down onto her knees and rubbed her cheek up against Bobby's thighs, wrapping her arms around his backside. “I don't really have any experience pleasing girls but I get the feeling your girlfriend knows what she wants, so I'll let her take the lead if she wants~”
 
 When Marianne reached down and grabbed her sharply by the shoulders, Lacy giggled – but Marianne leaned down and hissed at her in a harsh tone that suggested she was deadly serious: “Listen, Lacy – this is going to sound insane but your life depends on hearing this clearly. You too, Bobby... all of us. The people in this house...” she paused.
 
 
 
 The truth sounded too unbelievable... there's no chance they would take it seriously, so she decided to present it in a slightly more realistic angle. “I just saw that girl in the wolf costume who arrived with Clara MURDER Mr. Katz. Clara was there too, watching and encouraging her, and said that those guys with her... they're planning to do the same to us. All of us. They are all monsters, real god-damn no-kidding monsters. They're playing some kind of sick psychopathic game, and we're their planned victims.”
 
 
 Lacy reacted with a dorky smile and started giggling, so Marianne did the best thing she could think of and slapped her across the cheek so hard that she left a welt. Before Lacy could get up and fight back, Marianne reached back into the fold of her red cloak she'd tucked the pistol into and pulled it out, cocking it with a menacing 'cha-chunk' noise. That shut Lacy right up, her eyes boggling and her lip beginning to tremble. “I don't give a fuck if you want to think this is a game or a prank gone too far.” Marianne said gravely. “Just do what I say if you want to get out of this house alive, alright?”
 
 
 “Wh-what is wrong with you?” Lacy turned to Bobby with tears in her eyes and made a pleading gesture. “Don't just stand there, man! Do something! She's gone crazy!”
 
 
 Bobby just swallowed heavily. Searching his eyes, Marianne saw real fear, so much so that his teeth started chattering. Did he trust her that much? Apparently so – because she could see even without him needing to say it that he believed her. “That's... alright, if you say so, Mari. Do you think those two girls who the others were gossiping about are...?”
 
 
 Marianne grimanced and looked down at the marble-tile floor. “Yeah. I didn't see it happen but... they're gone. We probably have only minutes before someone else gets picked off. I would have acted sooner but Clara is watching me, and I had to wait until she was convinced I'm playing along.” She turned and pointed to the window.
 
 
 “Bobby,” the determined red-riding hood said to her lover, “you always were really good with fixtures and stuff. Do you think you could improvise something from the bathroom drawer there that would let you get that lock off of the window over there without having to break it or make too much noise?”
 
 
 “I... I guess, but look how damn tiny that window is, and so high up. How are we going to get out through that?” He pointed to the problem. Marianne gulped and looked at the two. “Well... that's why I went and got a third person. If both of us boost Lacy and help push her, she can probably wriggle through... since, unfortunately, the girl with the smallest chest has already been gotten by the killers. Bobby has the keys to our car. Once you're outside, crawl on your stomach, as slow as you possibly can so nobody sees you, and get to the car. Wait for the front door to burst open. Once all of the other BEB girls, me, Bobby, and Mr. Katz's cousin are out, you need to drive the car right into the front door and block it off... make sure you back it in so that you can jump out and run for it. If I raise my hand like this,” Marianne made a distinctive three-fingered gesture, “then that means we couldn't get the bus keys... in that case just let everyone who can make it jump into the car, and then drive for it and try to get out onto the highway. Do you understand?”
 
 
 Lacy's eyes were tearing up but she nodded, a lump in her throat. The cute blonde tried to force herself to laugh. “Hah... hahaha... I, I think I see where this is going. I'll get halfway out of the window and then you'll leave me stuck in it so that you can write stuff on my butt, spank me with a paddle and let the other sisters take humiliating pictures of me... I thought hazing was over now. Oh well, I guess I can't get out of it now so I'll just have to play along, b-but for the record I'm not fooled for a minute!”
 
 
 Bobby managed to find a metal nail file that worked as a screwdriver. It was tense, uncomfortable work, and slow going – to Marianne's frazzled nerves it felt like an eternity before he finally popped the lock off of the tiny bathroom window. Marianne could tell he was taking this seriously, because when the two of them hoisted up Lacy's sexy curves and started cramming her through the narrow aperture, holding onto her perfectly smooth thighs left exposed by the short hem of her green fairy dress, he neither visibly relished getting to grip the girl's legs and push on her round little bubble-butt, nor was so bashful about making Lacy squeak as her sensitive places were manhandled that he failed to get her out as quickly as possible. Lacy fell through the window at last with an indignant and far-too-loud 'OOF!' that made Marianne grit her teeth. She silently shared glances with Bobby as Lacy began crawling on her hands and knees in the direction of the car. Just as Bobby was starting to close the window again, someone tried the bathroom door and made both of them jump.
 
 
 Bobby opened his mouth to say something but Marianne pushed a finger against his lips and silently hushed him. Her worst fear soon materialized as a gruff, not-quite-human male voice came through the thin wood of the door: “Hey, hey, I've got some urgent business here...! Don't you know you're not supposed to lock these? Open it up!”
 
 
 When no sound from Bobby or Marianne was forthcoming, a louder knock came. “Alright, I warned you – I'm using the key. If there's anybody in there you're gonna get a surprise...”
 
 
 Feeling her heart leap into her throat, Marianne dug her fingers into Bobby's arm so hard that she nearly drew blood. She pointed to the bathtub. Bobby pulled the shower curtain aside as quietly as possible and stepped into it, Marianne following right after him. The two of them pulled the curtain closed. Too late, Marianne noticed that even the ceiling in this room was covered in shiny tiles... which were polished enough that they showed a pale, hazy image of the rest of the bathroom. If whoever was coming in looked up, they'd be able to see two crouching figures in the shower, behind the curtain.
 
 
 With a rattle, the door was unlocked. Warren, one of the wolves, burst in, glancing around – satisfied that the room was empty after a cursory look. His stomach, which had recently been enormous and bulging with seductive feminine curves, was now a soft, rounded pot-belly far smaller than it had been. Marianne cringed – sure enough, Clara hadn't been exaggerating. These monsters could digest an entire human in little more than an hour with their supernatural metabolism.
 
 
 Warren patted his furry, bloated abdomen with anticipation. Hiking up his tail, he settled his furry bottom onto the seat of the toilet. Marianne's jaw dropped in horror as she realized just before the moment of truth what was about to happen. She wanted to cover her ears and close her eyes, but didn't dare move a muscle – she didn't even want to breathe. To his credit, Bobby was similarly stock-still, only moving a few millimeters to tighten his grip on Marianne's waist protectively. She tightened her fingers around the rosewood grip of the gun in her hand.
 
 
 “Well, looks like my body was up to the task of delivering swift justice to that naughty pirate lass after all. They ought to give me some kind of a prize for finishing with her so quickly. If they were still around I'd thank whichever of my parents was the wolf for letting me inherit such a powerful gut. I just hope that the plumbing can handle her... gonna get more use tonight than it has since it was installed, heheh.”
 
 
 Even filtered through the coarsened, guttural vocal chords of a wolf in his transformed state, the sigh that flowed from Warren's jaws as he spread his legs and relaxed was brimming with satisfaction and contentment. It was clear to the unseen and very much unwilling spectators that the werewolf felt not an ounce of guilt about having consigned an unassuming partygoer to a frightful end in his mercilessly efficient stomach as a favor for a friend... a self-absorbed she-wolf who had fixated upon the injustice of having been expelled from a school more than half a decade ago, and who now sought to condemn a lot of young women who hadn't the slightest involvement in any of it to being 'expelled' much more permanently just to strike a blow against the social club that had occasioned Clara's fall from grace.
 
 
 The first all-too-tangible results of the former sorority she-wolf's petty grudge emerged from Warren's stretched tailhole. He grunted, and a thick brown coil fell into the spotless white ceramic bowl. Being unable to see the mass of waste that a beautiful young co-ed had been converted into was little consolation for Marianne, who flinched and ground her teeth as the length of shit splashed down. Marianne's ears were not the only vector for the horror to fall upon her – like the thunderclap following a flash of lightning, a foul smell invaded her nostrils a few moments later, making her eyes water.
 
 
 
 The werewolf just yawned and licked his chops lazily. “I hope the masquerade isn't broken yet. That lucky sonova Romy, getting to stretch his jaws over a feisty slut like that while she was still wrapped around his cock...Oh well, at least the way this lovely lady ended up fitting into me I got plenty of chances to feel up that rack of hers before it got converted into shit.” He casually reached back over his shoulder and tipped the handle on the white porcelain tank, treating Marianne and Bobby to the bone-chilling sound of rushing water as several pounds of hot brown waste were flushed away. That was followed by the unholy sound of his still-rounded midsection emitting a 'BLORP' and a squeal of gaseous pressure.
 
 
 Marianne squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in Bobby's shoulder, both for comfort and to close off her nostrils. She wanted to empty every bullet in the gun into that freak, making dismissive comments about the victim he'd just claimed and openly fantasizing about the next one. She told herself that by the time she'd gotten back downstairs, that pirate-dressed young woman had already been in the stomach, and she was far beyond rescue now.
 
 
 There was another grunt, another splash, and the splashing sound of urination before the next flush. “Ahhhhh,” Warren sighed with contentment again. “yeah, a little bit at a time like this, gotta pace myself so she doesn't go clogging the toilet up on me. With those curves I could tell she was going to be a fifteen-flusher. I guess I shouldn't be complaining about luck when I got this nice soft padded seat while Danny and Romy are going to have to fight over that hard plastic seat upstairs.”
 
 
 Gritting her teeth, Marianne cringed as she thought of the rest of the party. Because this awful creature was sitting right in front of them and taking his time expelling the first sorority girl to fall prey to his merciless belly, Marianne couldn't get out to warn the others – there was a direct cause and effect between this beast monopolizing the bathroom and, no doubt, another doomed young woman sliding down a merciless throat into a suffocatingly tight stomach. But if she wanted to survive and save at least some of the partygoers she had to sit still and endure it, or she would be the next one taking a trip through the plumbing of her old boss's fancy house.
 
 
 Growl. Plop, splash, FLOOSH. A sinister rhythm developed as Marianne and Bobby shook in one another's arms, barely daring to breathe. It seemed like it went on forever. In spite of herself Marianne counted the interminable bursts of the sound of rushing water – Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. As it went on, there started to be two or three flushes for each splashdown. Who knew how long it had been? After what seemed like an eternity they could hear the rattling of a toilet paper roll having a considerable length spooled off of it – and then, after one more flush.
 
 
 At last, the monstrous Warren walked out of the restroom, lazily licking his chops again. The two horrified lovers shared a long wordless look in the shower stall before creeping out, wary that another wolf might be just outside. Bobby paused by the toilet and made the sign of the cross over his chest. Marianne hissed at him. “Stop delaying! We have to get out there and warn the others! Here's the plan-”, but she was interrupted mid-sentence...
 
 
 The hall closet, despite being a punishment, proved to be quite snug, cozy, and warm for Danny, allowing the teen werewolf to curl up on her back, wrapping her legs around the man-sized bulge in her soft furry tummy in a macabre parody of a lover's embrace. Despite putting on an innocent facade, Danny was quite 'popular' with the male students at her school, and her lack of experience with older men was mostly a matter of lacking opportunity rather than inclination.
 
 
 Knowing that she had a rich, handsome, successful playboy of a man struggling helplessly inside her tight confines was deliciously exciting to her, so she was making a point of sucking in enough air to keep him awake... and fighting for his life. This was the kind of fellow who used and discarded girls one by one, living the high life and beguiling them into serving his needs with a flash of a fancy watch, a tour of his home or a picture of him shaking hands with the mayor.
 
 
 Danny's delight in feeling Mr. Katz squirm now was not quite about serving justice – after all, the reason she'd started grinding up against him on the dance floor and followed him upstairs for illicit costumed sex was to advance the cause of seeing every last (human) woman in the house packed away in a stomach and thoroughly digested before the night was done. For a werewolf though... the pleasure for Danny was in knowing that she had claimed such a rare, successful, sought-after prey item. How many young women had tried to extract promises from her former lover and current meal in exchange for a quick tumble between the sheets only to have him walk away?
 
 
 “Ahhhhhh, mmmmm. You're all mine now, Mister. The way your fit, manly body is starting to soften up feels soooooo good for my stomach. And you don't get to complain, after all, you're going to be united permanently with what you were so interested in earlier. I wonder what a pervert like you is going to go for? My butt, or my little boobies? I'm kidding, of course. You don't get to choose what my body does with you. If you could, you'd probably choose not to slide out of my ass in a couple of hours.”
 
 
 The formerly arrogant man screamed piteously at such language. He'd already promised her money, protection, anything she wanted. Having gone down the smaller female's throat in the buff, he had no protection whatsoever from the pool of acid that rose and rose until he was completely saturated. The tingling soon became pain, his burned red skin beginning to slough off. That the position Danny had locked him in pushed him up against her lithe, sensual form, squeezed between her legs, only heightened his humiliation and worsened the torment. His entreaties for mercy only drew giggles and affectionate squeezes from Danny. When he at last lost consciousness with a shudder when his air ran out, Danny yawned cutely and used her own bloated stomach as a pillow, listening with pleasure to the sizzling of flesh and creaking as Mr. Katz was reduced to something easily digestible.
 
 
 After she awoke she wasn't sure how much time had passed. But her stomach felt empty, though not at all hungry, now... whereas a tingling pressure in her lower abdomen was intensifying. “Ahhh, what a satisfying cuddle session. I wonder if it's true what Missus Clara said about digesting guys being how she got her curves? But then again, if yummy morsels like that pervert are willing to follow me into bed when I'm all skinny I guess there's no problem.” As it so happened, Danny hadn't gained much in the curves department, and although she had a huge round bulge in her abdomen looking much like she was 9 months pregnant, that wouldn't last long at all.
 
 
 She opened the closet, not particularly bothering to look both ways before strolling over to the upstairs bathroom adjacent to the bedroom of the man who'd just made a trip through her intestines and was about ready to exit...
 
 
 Inside that fancy granite-tiled bathroom, Romy, having just awoken from a digestion nap of his own on the bed, gave a growling cough as he heard someone jiggling the handle. “Occupied!” He rested a hand on his own belly. When he'd gone to bed, Sandra the (sexually) daring knight had still been twitching in the throes of unconsciousness inside his enormously stretched belly. Now he had a round, firm lump protruding from just above his hips where Sandra's digested remains were packed in, awaiting disposal. An hour or two was all it took for her fit young form to be reduced to soup and passed through her latest “lover”'s digestive tract. “Wow... looks like she's already at the end of her quest. That was a quick one. I guess that when there's more prey available, my instincts tell my stomach to go ahead and gurgle down the first sexy girl of the evening as fast as possible.”
 
 
 A muffled female voice that was, by turns, raspy and squeaky came through the door. “C'mon, c'mon, open up already, I have to gooooooo~”
 
 
 Romy thumped on the door with his fist before stepping over to the toilet, hiking up his tail and squatting over it. Much to his annoyance the handle kept twisting until there was a loud crack and a small female werewolf with a tummy too big for any normal dinner but far smaller than the human who'd gone in earlier that evening stormed in. “Aooowwwwww!” Romy whined, before growling a bit. “Sis! Get out of here! Can't you see I'm trying to take a dump in peace? I have to hurry up and drop off the first sorority girl of the night, any minute now the others won't be able to wait for a perfect opportunity like I had and they'll need everybody to lend a paw making sure all those co-eds are safely tucked into a stomach and accounted for.” He held up a clawed hand to block the sight of his naked (except for fur) sibling from his vision.
 
 
 “Ugh! You're always like this.” Danny whined. “Monopolizing things and rushing to get there before me in everything. I don't see what's the big deal anyway. We used to take baths and stuff.”
 
 
 Romy growled again, annoyed that he was being robbed of the chance to focus on the satisfying feeling of expelling his latest conquest and pinning his ears to his head. “It's tradition. Like, because of the way the curse works, any of our kind doing any 'thing' with each other is as bad an idea as incest. So if we're actually siblings...”
 
 
 
 “Half-siblings!” Danny chimed in, bouncing on her clawed feet excitably.
 
 
 “Grrrrrrrllll...!” Romy gritted his fangs. “Not THAT again... I can't believe you didn't trust what mom said...” Danny huffed and pouted. “Then why do we have different hair color?”
 
 
 “Shut up already!” Romy snarled as a noisy squealing sound and an ominous rumble emitted from his intestines. “That makes all of your lack of respect for my personal space even weirder.”
 
 
 “Uuuuugh!” Danny rolled her eyes and swished her fluffy tail. “I'm not here because I want to commit super-extra-incest, dumbass! I feel like I'm gonna explode and I want you to hurry up! So uh...” her expression lightened and she giggled again, putting her hands under her muzzle coquettishly. “...shit or get off the pot.”
 
 
 “Fiiine, fine.” the older werewolf groaned – just as his belly was groaning. Averting his eyes from Danny he tensed, then sighed with relief. Sandra had been reduced to massive logs of undifferentiated brown by his merciless predator's stomach and the first of them squeezed its way out with a loud splash and a noisy expulsion of gas. There were tiny yellow flecks of bone and the occasional barely-distinguishable strand of hair mixed in but Romy paid it no mind and flushed... or tried to, at any rate. He winced when the water level just rose, but fortunately, his next push on the handle succeeded in flushing down the first big load.
 
 
 “So,” Danny said with a giggle at the obscene noises accompanying Romy's grim spectacle, “who was the first unlucky lady?”
 
 
 “Mmmm,” Romy lightened up a bit at the pleasant feeling of the pressure in his bowels diminishing bit by bit. “I think her name was Sandy or something. Not really important now. She was the one in the minidress and flared boots dressed up as a knight. It was a really, uhh, nice costume though. I think I'll keep it as a trophy, since I'm...” he paused to grunt and expel yet more of the steaming hot load of shit that Sandra had become, “... saying my goodbyes to her already. Hah... she was a really cute and frisky knight and she served her wolf-king very well. After all, it's the highest duty of a knight to serve the 'throne', right?” He flushed down another huge brown load of former college girl for emphasis.
 
 
 “Was that the last of knight-girl?” Danny said hopefully, stepping closer again. Romy just chuckled and waved dismissively at her. “You're the youngest so you've gotta wait your turn, get used to it.”
 
 
 Danny folded her arms and pouted as best she could with her furry features, tail drooping low to the floor. “I can't wait here if you're gonna just take your time like that!” with that she scampered out of the bathroom, leaving the broken door swinging on its hinges. “Sis! Wait! Grrrr...!” Romy growled, starting to get up but feeling another thick log of converted knight pushing its way out of his tailhole before he could move. “Don't do anything stupid! Ahhhh well...”
 
 
 Trying to put his bratty sister out of his mind for the moment Romy focused on the pleasures of enjoying the afterglow of digestion as more and more of the lovely young lady who had given him both dinner and entertainment was flushed down the pipes. At last he felt that no more was coming and patted his now-flattened stomach with satisfaction, using a large quantity of toilet paper before sending the last of the cute young woman who'd been doing squats on his cock just a couple of hours ago down into the sewers.
 
 
 He barely spared her a thought as he stretched and headed off back towards the party, wondering if anyone else had yet been eaten and who was still on offer. As much as he'd enjoyed teasing Sandra about her choice of costume while she'd struggled in vain to avoid digestion, he halfway hoped that Clara would be generous enough to let him have that woman who was dressed as Red Riding Hood... what a memorable story and great bragging rights that would be! With luck Clara would fill up on one of the few male party guests and settle for watching and listening as one of her fellow wolves delivered Mary or whatever her name was the punishment Clara decided was needed.
 
 
 As he began casually strolling downstairs again, Romy looked around for Danny to tell her the bathroom was open now, but couldn't see or hear her. In the distance, the sound of rushing water made Romy smirk as he realized that another sorority sister, probably that busty pirate who'd fatefully followed Warren behind the curtains, was on her way to reunite with the short haired cutie who's final purpose in life had been providing Romy with a couple hours of enjoyment and a hearty meal.
 
 
 Before he could go look for Danny though, several shrill feminine screams floated up from the TV room. The sorority sisters had been occasionally screaming at some jump scare on the horror movie marathon playing on that TV but those were always followed by giggles and tittering – this time the screams were followed by clattering and hasty footsteps. He cracked his knuckles. Well, it looked like it was time to go back to work. He didn't want to seem greedy but the others surely couldn't handle all of those costumed beauties once they worked themselves into a panic. He slowly began descending the stairs, hoping that another gorgeous female figure would soon be falling into his lap just as easily as the first one...