She didn’t know why she did, but Rondine had a compulsion, a need.
 
 
It started when a good friend of many years invited Rondine into her home to be a roommate after another friend moved away. The timing had been exceptional as Rondine’s previous rental contract had fallen through after the landlady proved to be a heinous bitch.
 
The new urge centred itself completely on her new roommate, a lovely, kind-hearted girl from Wales, who lived in a 6 bed house just a few minutes from the city centre. Though calling it a city felt a bit much, apparently a town with a cathedral was close enough. Llenwi, pronounced Clan-wee (yes, Welsh is weird), lived with a set of twins called Tia and Maria (apparently their parents loved the drink); Meline, a French girl studying abroad; Bhavna, a 3rd generation immigrant from India and, of course, Rondine.
 
 
The house itself was surprisingly large for a group of University students. 3 stories tall, it offered far more space than any of them were expecting, especially Rondine, who was still a little shocked after living there for 3 months. The front door opens to a wide hallway that leads quickly to a set of stairs up on the right, while on the left it continues straight towards the kitchen and living room as well as towards the back garden. The only bedroom on this floor was Meline’s, which could be found directly to the left as you’d walk in. A floor up you’d find the bedrooms of Maria and Bhavna, sitting on the right-hand side, while Tia’s room, the first bathroom/toilet, and the next set of stairs were on the left. Finally, the top floor had Llenwi and Rondine’s bedrooms on the right and the other bathroom across from them. Due to the narrowing of the building as you reached the top, there was only space for a small storage room to complete the house.
 
 
As Llenwi was the only one Rondine knew before living there, she had to get accustomed to the others as well as all of their in-jokes as quickly as possible. For instance: Bhavna had earned the nickname Toto from Meline, after chastising the French girl for her lack of punctuality, she would always get the response “tôt” (soon) repeatedly thrown back at her. While Meline would occasionally have Melilla (little honey) sarcastically passed back after the rest of the house heard Meline’s father call her that, like she was still 5 years old.
 
 
Outside of this silly anxiety the girls were all incredibly lovely towards Rondine. Bhavna and Meline were both quick to welcome Rondine in, show her around and even helped her unpack when she first arrived.
 
 
Rondine found out that Bhavna wasn’t really a fan of her own name, finding it to be too traditional, but accepted since her parents were given the overly cautious names of Peter and Samantha. She studied French and so spent lots of time with Meline. And that she wanted to be a translator, having grown up with both English and Hindi at home, learning French now, with plans to learn at least 1 East Asian language (either Japanese, Mandarin or Korean) sometime soon.
 
 
Meline was an Engineering student. She had a great love of all sciences, but wanted to physically do something that she knew would help. This also made her a bit of a tinkerer, mindlessly playing with pens, remotes, even clocks, that she would take apart. Though the one time the lights went out she was happy to find and fix the breaker, wherever it is, which Rondine greatly appreciated.
 
 
The twins, while initially reserved by comparison to the others, almost coming across like a Hollywood stereotype, did open up soon after. Identical, the pair had both taken up Geography as their major, even taking the same individual classes, that was until this year in which Tia decided to focus more on Physical Geography, while Maria leant towards the Environmental strands. They loved when people couldn’t tell them apart, so Rondine became their focus for a little while, until she learned that Maria was bisexual and just a little bit friendlier than Tia was.
 
 
And of course there was Llenwi herself. Rondine had known her since they were 16, they had technically been going to the same school for a year beforehand, when Llenwi’s family had moved to the area. But it was only when they were sat next to each other in Mr. Rutherford’s painfully tedious Chemistry class that they became friends. When they both went to the same uni, this gave an even greater reason to continue their friendship, frequently going on cafe “dates”, despite not living in the same halls. The reason they hadn’t lived together until now, was that both had also developed their own friend circles, from clubs/societies and their individual courses.
 
 
Llenwi and Rondine were an odd pairing to many outsiders. Rondine fit the “striking European beauty” stereotype, having inherited much of her mother’s Italian appearance, though her personality was much more her father’s. One such similarity was her love of the analytical world of Mathematics, as much as she did enjoy various arts. The idea of being capable of analysing economies, statistics, the way the world worked, on a macroscopic and microscopic scale. Even humans. Arranging them into lines of numbers and symbols, breaking them down, excited her to no end. Despite her looks that drew many people towards her, Rondine had little interest in relationships, she preferred women to men, but that felt like something of a technicality.
 
Llenwi was at least a head smaller than Rondine, relatively petite too with a cute face, leading many to confuse her for a 16 year old. Her taste in stories, whether books, film or tv, as well as music was just as sweet as her personality. Whenever the 2 would have a sleepover, Llenwi would insist on watching some saccharine Rom-Com or even straight Romance, spinning some eloquent sermon on the “beauty of the feminine experience” should Rondine even sigh at Llenwi’s suggestions. All of this led her to studying English Literature, focusing on the works by, for or about women, Llenwi herself hoping to become a novelist one day.
 
 
All of this led to the confusing revelation: she liked Llenwi... She discovered this during their last school year, when the emotions she felt towards Llenwi had grown to a point that couldn’t be compared to anyone else that Rondine knew or had known. It didn’t make any sense to her, did she really get her first crush at 18 years old? Embarrassing, but it was the only conclusion she could come to.
And for a few years this is what Rondine believed. That she had an unrequited love, that she was too uptight for Llenwi and even if she wasn’t, that she was too shy and generally out of her depth to broach the topic with Llenwi. Rondine had also been anxious that should she mention her feelings and get rejected, their friendship would be affected.
 
 
This changed, though, when Rondine moved in with Llenwi and the 4 others.
 
 
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The girls were going out tonight. The local cinema was showing all 3 parts of the Trois couleurs trilogy and at Meline’s behest, as well as Bhavna's endorsement, the 6 of them agreed to go together. Well only 5 of them, Rondine had a paper on Navier-Stokes equations in fluid mechanics due the next day and opted out of the 5-hour excursion.
 
 
“Awwww, c’mon!” Llenwi pouted, this was her third attempt today to get Rondine to join them “We haven’t gone out as a house together since you moved in. The closest we got, Tee and Em drank themselves under the table and couldn’t even crawl out the door”
 
This was very true. A couple of weeks after Rondine had arrived there, a few days into the new school year, they had all tried to go out clubbing as a house. Sadly, the twins had gotten hold of a bottle of their namesake, finished it between them and showed off just how little alcohol they could handle by needing the other 4 to drag them up the stairs to bed.
 
 
“You know I can’t do it tonight.” Rondine replied “This paper is 20% of my grade and is due tomorrow.”
“20%! That’s not that bad” Llenwi blatantly lied, her eyes darting up and left like they always did when she felt too guilty to look someone in the eye. “You just ace everything else and you’re fine”
“Any other night would be fine” Rondine clarified “Literally tomorrow would be fine. It is a Friday, we’d be able to try clubbing again”
Llenwi pouted harder, her face fully frowning, but she relented “Tomorrow, ok!” She insisted “I’m telling the others!” and with that Llenwi was out the door, heading down to check on the rest of the girls.
 
 
Roughly 30 minutes later Rondine heard a chorus of goodbyes from her friends, throwing her own back down to them. When she heard the door close, she made her move.
 
Now, it’s important to note that Rondine didn’t lie once about her situation. She did have an important paper due the next day and she truly wanted to go out with everyone, could and would do it Friday if they were all free too. What she hadn’t mentioned was that she only had to write the conclusion and so could have gone out had she wanted to. She didn’t mention that she actually wanted the house to herself for a while, nor did she mention that she was the one who found out about the film and had told Meline, who was always a little forgetful when she got excited.
Rondine didn’t have to go far, leaving her room she turned left and headed into Llenwi’s. She found herself in a room as defiantly feminine as possible: bright pink bedspread; flowers adorning the windowsill; a jewellery box and a make-up kit both sitting on the desk. All of which was then contrasted by the collection of tomes on the bookshelf. Here one could find a handful of books on literary analysis, but the majority were stories of note by women of note: Frankenstein; the entirety of Poirot; Tales of Earthsea; older period pieces from Virginia Wolfe and Jane Austen and poetry from the likes of Maya Angelou and Emily Dickinson, among many others.
 
 
She sauntered over to the desk and began sifting through the jewellery box. Still a little worried it wouldn’t happen she started small. She picked up a single earring, a golden oval with a set of prongs on top and 3 dangling limbs on each side with indigo stone placed in the centre. Turning over the beautiful blue beetle, she bent the sharp hook inwards so it couldn’t prick anyone again. Then placed it in her mouth and swallowed it. She closed her eyes and quivered as she felt the cool metal slide down her throat, making sure to stay as still as possible should the hook scrape her. She needn’t have been worried.
 
 
Actually living with Llenwi had revealed that what Rondine had believed to be a crush was something else. A desire to consume had overtaken her at some point. A need to take everything that made up Llenwi and to make it hers and the only way to do that was to swallow each part of her, piece by piece.
 
This had become something of a weekly ritual for Rondine, sneaking into Llenwi’s room when no-one else was around and devouring a handful of items until her hunger was temporarily satiated. Initially it only took a few forgettable things: an older tube of lipstick; a tealight and a pair of underwear, those were always getting lost in the wash. As the weeks went on though, Rondine needed more. First a scarf; then some Christmas decorations and a few Britney Spears CDs; and a pair of shoes hidden in the back of the closet that caused some issues a while back.
 
Rondine had grabbed those thinking they were a forgotten set, or at least would be easily replaceable. Only to find out they were an expensive gift from Llenwi’s late grandmother that she wore on special occasions, like the birthday for her grandfather that happened just a few days after Rondine’s binge. This had caused some tension within the house. The girls were all happy to borrow one another’s make-up and clothes, but this was a tad more important and would never resurface. Gladly, little happened. With Rondine having size 6 feet, no-one really believed she would steal size 4 shoes.
 
 
What did still surprise her, was how she was capable of any of this in the first place. She didn’t remember any significant event that could cause this, she certainly hadn’t been near anything or anyone radioactive. Ignoring origins, she was also confused about how it worked. How did anything fit in her mouth, throat or stomach?
 
 
She had checked herself in the mirror. The things just fit in her mouth. It was like an odd mix of the item squeezing itself in, while Rondine’s mouth stretched a little bit, but not in any extraordinary way. Once inside her, whatever she ate seemed content to continue reducing in size, barely making a bulge in either her neck or abdomen.
 
 
Not that she was complaining. All she knew in those moments was hunger and then, satisfaction. Her binges usually finished whenever she felt full, at which point her gut was actually protruding a bit, though no more than one might expect from a regularly large meal. She was also unsure of where everything went. Nothing she flushed away looked as suspicious as it should. Did she digest them fully? Or was some of it just inside her, magically hidden away?
 
 
These were questions for when she wasn’t on the prowl. A single earring was not going to quench the need in her and she had a craving for something soft and flowy.
 
 
A peek into Llenwi’s closet provided a similar snapshot of her life. Split, almost equally, 3-ways into frilly dresses and tops; smart and functional items like pantsuits and finally comfy wear for indoors or large portions of Winter. She rummaged through the lighter stuff, expecting Llenwi to not wear any of it as often with Winter arriving soon and came across a pink halter dress that she hadn’t seen in quite a while. She took it off its hanger, deciding to snack on that after, and brought it to her lips.
 
 
“And what’s all this then?” A voice suddenly called out from behind Rondine, causing her to whip around, dress still pressed to her face. It was Llenwi. Who took a step into the room and continued:
 
 
“Are you ok Ronni?”
 
She wasn’t supposed to see this.
 
 
“What are you doing with my dress?”
 
 
But she has now.
 
 
“Y’know it’s ok. As long as it isn’t too weird” Llenwi laughed nervously
 
 
She looks so good.
 
 
“I just came up to get my phone. See I left it on the desk” Llenwi pointed behind Rondine
 
 
Smells amazing too.
 
 
Before she realised it, Rondine had slowly made her way over to Llenwi. The dress was still in her hands, but the straps had fallen out of her mouth. Her breathing had gotten heavier.
 
 
Llenwi repeated herself “Are you ok?
 
 
“I need you” was all Rondine could meekly reply.
 
 
She dropped the dress and raised her hand to gently hold Llenwi’s head. Leaning down she closed her eyes. Then opened her mouth wide.
 
 
It was an amazing experience to finally get to what this had all been about. She was salivating just at the thought that it was actually happening and when her mouth actually began wrapping around Llenwi’s face she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop.
 
 
The taste that danced across her tongue was divine. Indescribable. Her body demanded more and she happily obliged, quickly making her way over Llenwi’s scalp. Ecstatic was the feeling of her lips making their way around the back of Llenwi’s head, stretching out before returning to a, slightly, more reasonable circle, locking Llenwi in place. A noose around her neck.
 
 
As if that thought had reached Llenwi somehow, she finally started fighting back. Wild swinging arms with little purpose were swiftly silenced as Rondine simply moved her own hands down Llenwi’s sides, trapping those futile efforts. This also gave Ronsine greater opportunity to continue swallowing Llenwi, her mouth opening to hitherto unrealised proportions just to get in those shoulders, slender as they might be. Even last week's score of a lamp, as well as 2 body towels, were nothing compared to this.
 
 
Llenwi actually acted pretty quickly this time, using her legs to kick out at Rondine. One kick even hit her shin, surprising her enough that she instinctively moved her own leg back. Though this too was generally ineffectual and allowed Rondine to take another large gulp. She wasn’t getting that much of a chance to properly appreciate her meal though. Llenwi’s top and jumper combination were just thick enough that Rondine was unable to taste her through the layers. They were also just tight enough that Rondine couldn’t quite slip her tongue underneath them, even in passing.
 
 
Despite this slight disappointment Rondine “soldiered” on. It wasn’t like every other aspect of this wasn’t sending her to heaven either. The texture of the jumper was peculiar. She welcomed the usually annoying roughness of the wool as it instead scratched an internal (and metaphorical) itch she never knew she had. Even without the direct taste reaching her, Rondine could still savour the trace smells and flavours that had seeped into Llenwi’s clothing from repeated use. In spite of the dryness of the jumper soaking up moisture from her mouth, the taste was too salivating to stop Rondine from continuing to devour Llenwi.
 
 
And, of course, the struggling. Her little prey’s pathetic wriggling was pleasurable in an almost erogenous way to Rondine. A constant series of vibrations rode their way up and down her throat, undulating like a good massage chair. Rondine found herself caught between the gluttonous desire to be filled coming from her stomach and the wish to let taste and texture linger coming from her mouth.
Lost in rapture and underestimating both the willpower and intelligence of her quarry, Rondine hadn’t noticed what Llenwi was doing with her legs. Partway up the door frame, Llenwi had planted both of her feet and before Rondine could do anything, kicked hard. Having just spent a couple of minutes taking her time to enjoy her meal, the sudden jolt to the head surprised Rondine. Even more so it knocked her hard enough she completely lost her footing and fell backwards, landing on the floor, her head just barely missing the side of the bed.
 
 
Despite being thrown onto her back, Rondine was physically ok and quickly collected herself a moment later, sitting up again. Focusing on her prey again, she realised a good chunk had slid into her after the little hiccup. While this initially disappointed Rondine, who was hoping to slowly enjoy her food, she could also appreciate where she had arrived: The rump.
 
 
Rondine gave the cheeks in front of her a generous squeeze. Relishing the soft fattiness between her hands, she found herself drooling at the thought of getting them in her mouth, hoping they would stretch her even more than the shoulders had done. It was a pity they weren’t even bigger, Rondine was dealing with a rather petite girl after all. The jeggings did make her butt look great though.
 
 
She gave the pert little booty a loving pat before pushing it down. The swinging legs hanging out of her mouth meant little to Rondine, as long as she kept her head up they couldn’t reach her. She savoured this new experience like no other. Her own cheeks drawn out to new lengths, the taste almost as strong as direct skin contact. Rondine couldn’t help herself, she began chewing. At first softly, but as the need grew, harder, until the sensations overwhelmed her and she had to swallow just to stay conscious.
 
 
She tilted her head back, no longer actively swallowing, instead allowing her catch’s own struggling to draw herself in. Once Rondine reached her meal’s knees she felt the final part of her endeavour begin. With only the calves and feet remaining outside her mouth, Rondine hummed pleasantly as her stomach opened to receive the head of her little feast.
 
 
Between the pathetic wriggling, the peristalsis and gravity, Rondine soon found the last of her dinner passing her lips. Her finger followed the tiny bulge in her neck, while her other hand groped her abdomen as more of it was filled. It was still utterly amazing to her how little she was physically affected by her latest binge. Her stomach barely looked any different, at most like she had swallowed a grapefruit, and while she could feel the new weight inside of her, it never hampered her movement in any way.
 
 
She continued stroking and caressing her gut as her food got settled. It still squirmed, but was so obviously trapped that with a gleeful squeeze from her abs, Rondine could easily trap it in place. Suddenly she heard a voice ring out from her stomach, another new experience for her.
 
 
“Why did you do this?” It was oddly clear for something so squished down “What did I ever do to you?”
 
 
Rondine paid it no mind. And why? Well it didn’t matter, but she certainly hadn’t talked to any of her food before. Instead she rapt her fingers over the bulge, playfully tapping against any more obvious movements.
 
 
A new thought occurred to her: Could she get bigger?
 
 
It was an odd idea. Previously she had tried to hide these binges, since she was effectively stealing from her friend and housemate, but now that she had revealed this dark secret she didn’t need to care anymore. In fact, she was permanently moving said friend into a new residence, so the act of continuing her feast was a kindness. She was reuniting Llenwi with her belongings after all.
 
 
So she gave in to her basic urges.
 
 
Rondine decided to continue where she had left off, before she had been so rudely interrupted. The halter top was exactly where she had dropped it, just by the door. She crawled over to it like a tiger stalking its prey and ruthlessly crammed it into her mouth swallowing almost immediately. It was actually rather disappointing after the hefty lump of meat she had just devoured. Having picked it out because Rondine didn’t think it was an often worn garment, it didn’t really taste like it should and the general flimsiness of it meant it didn’t satisfy her hunger either.
 
 
Both of these issues could be quickly remedied though. Rondine got up and headed back to the closet and began gorging herself on the rest of the lighter and frillier items there. Dresses, tops and other summer wear that had looked so cute on their wearer, were disposed of with more efficiency than anything else. While this did fill her a little bit, it was far from enough. She made her way through the rest of the closet, starting with the warmer clothes, heftier items that might actually put a dent in her newfound hunger. Jumpers, sweatshirts and sweatpants, jeans and a lovely coat that Rondine might have considered just taking if it were in her size, all made their way into her stomach. Again, not enough. She moved onto the smarter pieces: shirts, trousers, jackets and suits. While not filling enough, she did appreciate the silky textures of the more expensive parts of the wardrobe.
 
 
Rondine was beginning to develop a bit of a ponch, actually needing both hands to cover the round bulge. At this point she could pass for a few months pregnant, or as if she had swallowed a small melon. Allowing her imagination to wander for a moment, she gave her stomach a loving caress, but soon returned her focus to the task at hand. All that was left in the closet were the shoes along the floor and bottom shelves as well as the hangers for all the items she had already consumed.
 
 
She decided the hangers were next. A collection of wired metal bent into useful shape that Rondine mangled as she took several at a time and forcefully reshaped them into poor excuses for balls. She popped one in her mouth and carefully swallowed, upon realising she was safe she gulped down the rest in groups of 3 or 4.
 
 
Soon those too were gone and Rondine got down on her knees to better reach the collection of shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe, thoroughly enjoying the jangling sound the hangers made as they jostled around. Before she could start, she felt a sharp stabbing pain suddenly at the top of her belly. She screamed as she fell forward, one hand just catching her fall while the other clutched her stomach. Apparently her food was disagreeing with her. Collecting herself as quickly as she could, she responded by hitting her gut with both hands and yelling:
 
 
“Food doesn’t fight back!” it was nonsense that it hadn’t given up once inside of her
Her sore gut shouted back “I’m not food!”
 
Her stomach roiled as it was struck again. The same stabbing pain in the same place. It hurt enough to make Rondine sick, she gagged and dry-heaved before deciding to end this completely. She repeated her attack too, this time trying to crush her occupants rather than just stop them, holding out until she couldn’t feel any struggling between her palms.
 
 
Once she was certain she was safe Rondine began her binge again. Tentatively at first, still rubbing her tummy, but once she had gotten a couple of pairs of shoes down, one at a time, she decided to speed things up demolishing each set together to really feel them slide down her throat. A few Flats; several wedges; a couple pairs of running shoes; some boots: Doc Marten, Uggs and Wellington; and a couple sets of fluffy slippers all deposited within her. She reached out for the last few sets, only to notice that they were all heels. After the last incident, with what she presumed was a coat hanger, more hard, sharp objects worried her. She groped at her gut again, having not felt any struggling in the last several minutes, she risked it and ate the last few pieces within the closet.
 
 
As much as she was in reverie for this near herculean task, she was also incredibly thirsty. Apparently eating an entire person and their wardrobe could make your throat quite dry. It also didn’t help that her belly was still a little sore, so Rondine went to get herself a drink. The kitchen was 2 floors down, but she had a shared bathroom with Llenwi just across from her and she didn’t mind drinking from the tap.
 
 
She made her way to the bathroom, a simple tiled room with a single toilet, sink and a standing shower. There was a bath in the house, but only in the bathroom on the floor below, which was regularly fought over after strenuous days. Rondine leant over the sink and dipped her head down to the tap, tucking her hair out of the way she turned it on, cold setting obviously. She cradled her stomach as the chilled liquid flowed down her throat. It was cool, it was soothing, it was wonderful. She ended up there for a couple of minutes, until her knees began to hurt, but by that point the dryness and soreness she had previously been feeling were gone. She stood up properly, hearing far more of a “slosh” than a “jangle”, and saw the cabinet above the sink.
 
 
It was a small thing, with a mirror as its door, but Rondine knew that inside there were at least a few treats that she well deserved to have. The contents were roughly split in half between Rondine’s and her prey’s items: toothbrushes, toothpaste tubes, hairbrushes, night masks, little bits of medicine, a box of cotton buds as well as some additional make-up bottles and brushes. Rondine took everything that wasn’t hers, as well as a personal sponge hanging on the side, and shovelled it into her mouth with abandon. Once finished she realised she may have grabbed a couple of her own pieces in her rush. Oh well.
 
 
She looked around the rest of the bathroom for anything else she might want before heading back and spotted a couple of bottles next to the shower. The shampoo and conditioner smelled like Llenwi. It drove Rondine to salivation. She crammed the bottles down together, loving the bulky feeling, but regretting the incredibly bitter taste as there must have been a slight spillage. After washing her mouth out, she found an extra wash bag as well, filled with whatever one might need for a short stay somewhere else. Rondine devoured it without a second thought or an actual look inside. Grabbed a towel that was drying on a hanging radiator, dabbed her mouth and then swallowed that too. She was done with the bathroom.
 
 
Back in the bedroom, Rondine decided to plan the rest of the feast ahead of time. She was a little wary of her quarry possibly waking up and striking again, so she wanted as little a chance for it to get another weapon. The easiest way to do that was to pad everything out, creating a soft, thick layer between the 2 dangerous elements. So Rondine grabbed the extra towels and bathrobe from the set of drawers, as well as all the underwear and the few t-shirts inside, and placed them on the bed.
 
 
Heavy handfuls of items were stuffed within her. She started with everything from the drawers, which soon disappeared, then set herself on the rest of the bed. Pillows, both decorative and useful; the bedsheet with the mattress protector and finally the duvet all made their way within Rondine. It was a lengthy process, but an incredibly rewarding one, the duvet especially taking several minutes to get down, but once inside felt magnificent.
 
 
Checking in on herself in the wardrobe mirror, Rondine saw just how much bigger she was. Following the comparison from before she could easily pass for swallowing a watermelon, or possibly even 9 months pregnant. Looking like she might be due within weeks, she almost considered going out just to take the bus somewhere and see if someone would give her their seat. That would have to wait for tomorrow though, as she had more to devour still, that is, if there was anything left inside Rondine by that point.
 
 
With the padding set in place, Rondine made her way through the rest of the room. She started with the collection of books upon their shelf, there was a peculiarly sadistic streak that Rondine noed in herself as she relished the destruction of her food’s most prized belongings. Famous names, either in the titles or authors, disappearing past her lips, she loved the idea of entire works, even worlds, forever lost within her. Maybe some other time.
 
 
She heard a wet murmur begin at the bottom of her gut and with it felt some light shuffling deep within herself. It would seem her prey was actually still with her. For the moment at least.
 
 
There wasn’t too much left for Rondine, most of which was at the desk. The jewellery box from earlier was quickly emptied upside-down into Rondine’s maw, then dropped in itself. The make-up kit suffered a similar fate, with the flowers from the windowsill following soon after. Opening the desk drawers, Rondine came to her final goldmine: the work. Notepads filled with studies, essays, poems, short stories and even the outlines to an actual novel. It would seem her dinner had had plans to write a Science Fiction/Romance story. Rondine rolled up each pad into a tube and jammed them into her one after the other, her gullet happily accepting the train of thoughts and ideas that would never see the light of day again. She was definitely enjoying the predatorial side in all of this.
 
 
There were a couple of items left on the desk, the phone that started all of this and a small laptop. Rondine was in 2 minds about them. On one hand she could try to use them to act as Llenwi, that she was running away with someone, on the other she just really wanted to eat them. In the only moment that her head won over her stomach she left them be, hoping that they would come in handy.
 
 
The next couple of hours were something of a blur to Rondine. With little else to devour that was truly her prey’s, and not just something that came with the house, she relaxed. Laying down on the bed she basked in the glow of completely enveloping another person.
 
 
She woke up a little while later to a recognisable and welcome murmuring emanating from her belly. This was always the first signal of the final part of her binges. It was happening, she was going to completely subsume Llenwi, make every part of her friend, every detail and object they had owned part of herself. She found herself lewdly panting as the murmur became a gurgle. She so rarely felt this way that she almost forgot what she could do in moments like this, but her hand naturally guided itself down and she lost herself in bliss as her stomach began to churn.
 
 
Over the next hour or so, Rondine felt a storm swirl within her guts. A constant teasing that she tried to appease, but would not relent until the oversized abdomen, swollen with all manner of indigestible nonsense and their owner, shrunk til it was almost flat again. The final squeeze of her abs matched with Rondine’s release, as she bucked so hard she nearly fell off the bare bed.
 
 
Once she eventually came down, she looked over at her new phone. It had technically been pinging for most of the night, but she only now had a chance to check. She perused the messages that were from the girls, Meline was mostly annoyed that Llenwi wasn’t turning up, while the others were all pushing for Llenwi to make her move on Rondine. This just made Rondine chuckle. Though, she thought to herself, they were closer than ever now.
 
 
Licking her lips, it was then that Rondine realised there were 4 other things that were Llenwi’s, that she could consume.