Rampant chats were present throughout the whole house as the entire party within it geared up for the biggest sporting event of the year: the Super Bowl.
 
In it, the Georgia Goats were going to be facing off against the party’s own home team (the Washington Wildcats) in an epic showdown to see who was the greatest team pass the pigskin, get the goals and win it all in front of the whole nation.
 
And resident punk girl Riley Roach couldn’t care less… about the game, at least.
 
Sure, she repped some team spirit by switching up her earrings today to match the home team’s white-and-blue logo, but besides that, she'd never cared much for sports aside from the players; a bit filling, but they always put up one hell of a fight squirming about in her stomach.
 
Her friend Tina Yang, on the other hand...
 
"Riley, I got-", the young pred began yelling at her friend as she sat down on the couch, releasing a massive-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-from between her lips before continuing.
"I got food."
 
Tina was into both, as made clear by not only the massive stack of food piled onto her plate already spilling over onto her oversized Wildcats jersey, but by the humongous stomach that stretched out from beneath the jersey and sat between her legs.
 
“How did you already eat someone?”, Riley asked.
 
"I slipped in the- *BUORP* -in the kitchen.", Tina said with another belch as she got back up from the couch, showing her friend the worried face of the blue-haired girl currently wedged between her butt cheeks before pointing to the still squirming snack in her gut.
"Landed on this girl's feet, and then I ate the lady in here cause she asked what happened and I got nervous.”
 
“Well, save your appetite.”, Riley quipped as she grabbed the captive girl's nose and pinched it playfully before moving her hand out of Tina's way.
“Don’t wanna go filling up on people before the game’s actually over.”
 
“Right...", Tina replied as she crashed back down on the couch, pulling her pants back up over her ass after doing so.
"Are you still sure about this?"
 
“What’s there to get worried about? A bet’s a bet.”, said Riley.
“I talked with the girl running the party and she said if our team wins, I get to eat everyone here in celebration; you get to eat everyone EXCEPT the host if we LOSE."
 
"She doesn’t want us to eat her?", Tina asked in an overly-innocent tone.
 
"No, she does not.", Riley replied, vocally disappointed.
 
“Well…”, Tina continued.
“Can’t we just eat her last?”
 
“Now you’re getting it!”, she said with an affirmative punch to her friend’s shoulder.
“Don’t tell her you said that, though; she might be onto us already.”
 
“Your secret is safe with me!”, Tina said with a Girl Scout’s salute before a raucous-
 
*UUOOOORRRP*
 
-erupted from between her lips.
 
On any other day, Tina's pred stomach could handle just about any and all scraps of food balancing atop her paper plate at the moment.
 
Today was a special occasion, however, so Tina decided to bring some food from home to eat alongside her junk food feast: namely her patented "umeboshi poppers", which consisted of nothing but sour plums she'd pick up from the grocery store a block or so away from school done up with the usual fixings of a jalapeño popper.
 
To her, they were delicious, but to Riley, they tasted about as wretched as they sounded.
 
“I think those things are melting you from the inside…”, Riley quipped as she took another sip of soda, much to Tina's offense.
 
“No, they’re not!”, Tina replied as she popped another one into her mouth.
“I eat these all the time.”
 
“On what PLANET does ANYBODY eat those sour plums with-"
 
“Umeboshi.”, corrected Tina.
 
“Right, but- You know what I mean!”, Riley explained.
“Sane people do not take those sour ass umeboshi and cover them with cheese and bacon bits.”
 
“Sane- You’re the sane- I mean insane one!”, Tina yelled as she popped another popper into her mouth.
“It’s just like a jalapeño.”
 
With a bit of hesitation, Riley took one of the miniature monstrosities off of her friend’s plate and, after even more hesitation, placed it in her mouth, instantaneously regretting every decision she’d ever made.
 
“Oh, they are absolutely NOT.”, Riley said through gritted teeth, her jaw clenching from the ungodly sourness of those damn umeboshi plums.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
 
While Tina’s attention returned back to her food (Riley eating less of it just meant more for her), Riley’s attention soon focused across the room, where her chewed-up popper had apparently landed directly in a red solo cup being held by another woman, the red punch already settling into her shirt by the time Riley noticed the woman’s eyes already giving her a death glare.
 
“Eh, shit…”, the thin pred said to herself.
 
“What?”, Tina asked as she stuffed her mouth with potato salad.
 
“I think I just spit your popper in that lady’s drink.”, Riley replied, her eyes now 100% focused on the woman waking towards her.
 
“What lady?”, Tina asked while chewing on more food, stopping only for a moment when she heard a distinct slash behind her; she turned to see her friend completely soaked in fruit punch, apparently thrown from the woman still holding the cup in her hand.
 
“That one.”, Riley replied calmly, wiping the drink out of her eyes as she sized up her next snack, but not before Tina decided to beat her to the punch.
 
“Hey!”, the bloated pred yelled, every curve on her body bouncing as she stood up to face her friend’s assailant.
 
Tina wasn't usually one to get confrontational (that was usually Riley’s job), but seeing her friend so clearly humiliated like this in public awoke something inside of her.
 
If only for a moment.
 
“Hey, Tina, hey! It’s alright; just sit back down.”, Riley said as she rose to match her friend, easing Tina back down onto the couch to simmer things down a bit.
“I’ll be handle this myself, okay? Be right back.”
 
At that, Riley straightened her leather jacket and walked away with the angry woman deeper into the crowd, Tina eyeing the two as much as she could before continuing to eat her food and, eventually, getting too distracted by the football game to remember.
 
Glued, her eyes remained to the T.V. until her friend returned, the failing to notice Riley returning to the couch with an INCREDIBLY bloated stomach dangling from her skinny midsection; the pred let out a loud-
 
*BEURP*
 
-in a way to get Tina’s attention.
 
“God damn!”, Riley groaned.
“That Nexxus conditioner just keeps tasting worse every fucking time I eat some girl with that shit in her hair; it’s nuts.”
 
"I think it's made to be pred repellant.", Tina replied in-between bites of food.
 
"Wouldn't be surprised.", Riley said as she crashed down onto the couch, letting loose a raucous-
 
*BUORP*
 
-as she did so.
"Oh, gosh... Is that stuff gonna make me gassy later?"
 
"I dont know...", Tina replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Maybe.”
 
"That's reassuring...", Riley said before biting the cap off of her fresh bottle of soda and taking a drink.
"What'd I miss?"
 
“Fielding got another touchdown.”, Tina said.
“Twelve to eight, we’re in the lead.”
 
“That’s good.”, replied Riley.
“Suppose if they can keep that up till the end, all these suckers are going in MY gut and not yours.”
 
“I doubt it.”, Tina said back matter-of-factly.
“Georgia’s got a WAY better offense than we do this year; we have a lot on the defense, but I don’t think they’re gonna last the whole game, ESPECIALLY with Cordarelle playing against them like he did last year.”
 
“Damn.”, Riley said resolutely.
“I did not understand a single word of that.”
 
Tina wasn’t too surprised; she’d been a fan of American football her whole life thanks to her dad, so she was certainly much more knowledgeable on the terminology that came with the sport.
 
Guess she had to dumb it down a bit for her friend.
 
“Your guys are like dominos, while MY guys are like my little bitty finger!”, Tina explained in an overly-childish tone.
“One little push from my guys make all of yours fall down EVENTUALLY, which means that I would win; not you.”
 
“Yeah, yeah; I get it.”, Riley said with arms crossed.
“The bigger number wins unless we’re playing by golf rules.”
 
“Which we’re not.”, Tina replied.
 
“Exactly.”, Riley said back as she eyed the T.V. for a quick moment before getting bored and looking around the room for a moment, her eyes eventually settling on Tina before looking away out of embarrassment.
 
You know, it was funny…
 
After getting herself snowed in with Tina for the winter, she found that sitting next to her friend, watching T.V. with a stomach full of prey was a nice change of pace from her old, nomadic lifestyle of moving from place to place across the country.
 
Not that she could help it, of course.
 
Unlike Tina, Riley’s appetite was frequently ridiculous to control; any more than a few days without some prey squirming in her gut made her hungry enough to swallow dozens of people in a single sitting, and while that kind of diet WAS rather fun, it certainly left quite the negative impression in every place she’d ever been.
 
Weddings, birthday parties, even the occasional concert: if you were in attendance, rest assured you’d be left as nothing but a few bones in a steaming pile of shit several meters across thanks to little old Riley Roach.
 
Only twenty-four years old and her body count might’ve been up to a thousand; shame she didn’t bother to count.
 
Not that anyone she knew cared, of course; the only family she ever talked with (her own parents) had been dead and flushed since she ate them for her sixteenth birthday almost a decade ago now.
 
My, how time flies.
 
A couple years after that (and three high school transfers later), she ran into Tina, another social reject, albeit a much more... normal one.
 
Cut to a few years after that and here she was, sitting beside the girl who ate out of trash cans in high school, watching a football game while also sneaking a peek at the MAGNIFICENT chest bulging out from beneath said trash can girl’s jersey.
 
Talk about living the life.
 
“You ever think it’s weird that a guy named Matt Fielding is playing a sport with a fi- *BEURP* -field in it?”, Riley asked.
 
“A bit.”, Tina replied, stopping her binging for a moment to notice how her friend was handling her own food.
 
Not great.
 
The punk pred brought a fist down atop her stomach, illicting a crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-to burst out from between her lips and quite a large amount of protest coming from within her gut.
 
“She giving you a hard time?”, Tina asked.
 
“Yeah…”, Riley said with a sigh.
“I had to eat her whole posse, too.”
 
“What?!”, Tina exclaimed.
 
“What?”, Riley replied.
“Was just three people; nothing too crazy.”
 
"Weren't you just telling me not to eat too many people before the game was over?”, Tina asked.
 
“Yeah, but that’s-“, Riley explained before pausing in thought.
“Come on, I know you. Don’t act like you’re not already thinking about eating every person you’ve seen at this party so far.”
 
“Wha- No!", Tina replied in mild outrage.
“I can wait. That’s what the food’s for.”
 
“Ah. I get ya, I get ya...”, Riley said with a nod.
“And the girl in your ass is for keeping you full too, right?"
 
"Wha- Uh... I, uh...", Tina mumbled, the cogs in her head turning to think of an answer.
"Yes..."
 
Riley smiled at her friend's confession; she knew damn well that, while Tina was definitely the kinda person to eat anyone that made her feel nervous, the story about tripping and falling on some girl's FEET?
 
Not a chance.
 
"That's what I thought...", Riley said as she grabbed a chicken wing off of Tina's plate and turned her eyes to the T.V., her mind trying to focus less on the actual game and more on what she'd be getting if she won.
 
She looked around.
 
All these people, squirming around in her gut, all just because of a football game.
 
She smiled again.
 
She couldn't WAIT until this game was over.
 
 
~~~
Ending #1: Tina Wins
~~~
 
“Man, your ass is HUNGRY today.”, Riley quipped as she laid back on the couch and used the heel of her boot to jam the last of some girl's shoes into Tina's thick ass, finishing her celebration binge with finally getting all twenty people in the party in her guts.
 
"It feel~", Tina began to say before an errant kick in her stomach sent a wave of pleasure wrapping around her brain.
"It feels REALLY good..."
 
"Hey, don't sweat it!", Riley exclaimed with both hands up in surprise as she sat straight up on the couch.
"I try getting some snacks down there every now and then, too."
 
Tina only let out another crude-
 
*EURP*
 
-in response to her friend’s remark, her stomach too packed full of people to have her brain think of much else except digesting.
 
And digest, she did, the curvy pred practically feeling her energy divert itself to her guts in order to digest the twenty people held within them into fat at least a little bit faster than she would any "normal" food; in her last moments of tired consciousness, she looked over to see Riley casually scrolling through her phone before finally letting her oncoming food coma knock her out completely.
 
From there, Riley stayed up for another hour or so before crashing on the house's-former-owner's bed, leaving her friend in the living room to melt down her prey; course, she fantasized about the GODLY curves Tina would be getting as a result of her meal but it was late and she could always just see the finished product in the morning.
 
And my, what a finished product, it was going to be; the young pred's stomach slowly began to shrink as she slept, melting its occupants into nothing but gallons upon gallons of broiling, bone-filled sludge ready to be filtered not only into her intestines to get rid of later, but all over every curve on her body.
 
Her bra began to grow tighter and tighter as her breasts filled the fabric before, with only a quick-
 
*SNAP*
 
-the bra broke, allowing Tina's boobs to release their full weight and take up even more space across the floor as she squished her chest against the floor as she slept.
 
Her butt followed not close behind, pound upon pound of American-Chinese cheek meat making her jeans grow tighter and tighter; unlike her bra though, the pants remained firm, the fabric molding itself around every lump of cellulite, it was on so tight.
 
Tina awoke with a yawn when daylight came peeking through the windows, stretching her arms above her head as a rank-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew out from beneath her in a dark green cloud of gas.
 
Tina's eyes shot open as she sat up from the floor, the groaning in her stomach an immediate sign that the party was wanting out.
 
"Ooh...", the pred girl groaned as she eyed the bathroom at the end of the hall, right next to the bedroom where her friend lay fast asleep.
"I can't go in there; she might hear me!"
 
Looking around the living room, Tina got up and walked into the dining room.
 
No; still too in the open.
 
Then she eyed the kitchen a few feet away
 
"Oh!", Tina groaned.
"I don't think we'll be using the kitchen..."
 
The curvy pred gritted her teeth as she felt her prey steadily slink their way through her intestines, her pants clinging tightly to her hips despite her attempts at removing them before, finally, the pants fell down to the floor.
 
And the torrent could begin.
 
Tina got down on her hands and knees and moaned as waist-thick logs of shit forced their way out of her ass and onto the floor one after the other without pause, every bone that scraped against her insides filling her brain with more and more of a lustful haze until, finally, she’d had enough.
 
Even as the disposal process continued, the young pred jammed her hand into her privates and began to furiously masturbate, cooing and moaning in delight as she reached climax within seconds of her bowels finally being emptied.
 
For a moment, she lied there, a twitching wreck of a woman laying beside a miniature mountain of shit littered with the clothes and bones of over a dozen sports fans; with a few deep breaths, though, Tina pushed herself off of the floor, wiped herself off with a hand towel and stumbled back towards the living room, the jeans around her thickened thighs becoming quite the hindrance as she did so.
 
With a considerable amount of effort, Tina hopped up and down again and again trying to pull her jeans up over her fattened ass, to no avail; her attempts stopped, however, as soon as
 
"Morning, sunshine.", Riley said without looking up from her phone.
 
"Ugh...", Tina groaned.
"How much of that did you hear?"
 
"Enough.", Riley said back as she slipped her phone into her pants pocket.
"Ready to go?"
 
"Yeah...”, Tina said with a grunt as she (unsuccessfully) tried pulling her jeans up over her big, jiggly butt.
 
"Need help with that?", Riley asked as she took a quick glance towards her friend's GORGEOUS ass.
 
"No!", barked a frustrated Tina.
"I got this, okay?"
 
"Sure, you do.", Riley said as she stepped behind her friend and, before Tina could react, placed both hands at the hem of those tight blue jeans and pulled, a feint "Eep!" squeaking out of Tina's mouth as her pants finally made it over the curve and set on her hips.
 
"Thanks.", Tina said with a hint of embarassment.
 
"No problem.", her friend replied as she opened the door for Tina, smacking her hand atop her thick, bubbly butt as she passed.
"I get the one as payment."
 
Tina jumped forward a bit at being hit; sure, it felt a bit demeaning, but she DID earn it, after all.
 
Plus it felt REALLY fucking good, but she could never tell Riley that.
 
"Alright! Now let's get something to eat.", Riley exclaimed, much to Tina's dismay.
 
"I'm starving!"
 
~~~
Ending #2: Riley Wins
~~~
 
“And THAT makes twenty. Whew!”, Riley said with a toothy grin as she clenched her core one last time, sending the final prey girl stuck in her ass snaking up her colon to join her freinds in her already bloated stomach.
“Hey, talk about a party killer, amiright?”
 
Tina didn’t quite catch on to her friend’s quip, her mind too busy sloshing around in her umpteenth sofa of the day to say anything other than-
 
“How are you still standing right now?!”
 
-which was a valid response; for being such a stick, Riley sure carried twenty people in her stomach as if they were nothing.
 
“It’s called calcium.”, Riley replied with a flex of her arms.
“I may not get a lotta fat, but these bones? Heckin’ steel.”
 
As she posed, however, a brassy-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew out from between her butt cheeks, releasing a dark gren cloud of gas into the room, tinted with the smell of meats already broiling away inside of her stomach..
 
"Whoop! Sorry.", Riley said with a hint of embarassment.
“Guess these guys are salty their team lost.”
 
"Hey, I'm still kinda salty, too.", Tina replied as she waved the wretched smell away from her face.
"You don't see me farting like that..."
 
"Right...", Riley added as she helped to wave away a bit of the gas herself before yawning quietly.
"Whelp, I'm gonna hit the hay!"
 
"What?!", Tina exclaimed.
 
"What do you mean "what"? It's, like, six o'clock, dude.", Riley replied.
"Driving back home's gonna take a few hours, so, since we have the whole place to ourselves, I am going to sleep these guys off so that I can fit in the car. Plus I'm getting SUPER fucking tired right now..."
 
"Oh... Okay.", said Tina.
"Well, good night!"
 
"Good night.", Riley said back with a wave as she headed towards the former owner of the house's bedroom...
 
Only to get stopped by her massive stomach getting wedged in the hallway.
 
Tina eyed her friend as she put both hands atop her overloaded gut and, closing her eyes in concentration, releasing a loud-
 
*UUUOOOOOORRRRP*
 
-from between her lips, shrinking her stomach enough to pass through and significantly slowing down the protests of her prey at least for the time being.
 
Not that she'd be awake to feel any of it, as the moment she crashed onto the bed (crushing the thing under her weight the very second she did so), the pred let her food coma knock into her like a truck, keeping her asleep for long enough to divert all of her body's energy into melting down her prey.
 
Riley tossed and turned in her sleep as her stomach grew smaller and smaller, filtering the gallons upon gallons of melted down people into her intestines and…
 
Not much else, really.
 
Yes, Riley’s metabolism had been out of control for as long as she could remember and tonight was no exception, making a predator’s feast of damn near two dozen people look like nothing but a calorie-high slice of cake, maybe leaving an inch on her waistline before packing themselves away into her bowels.
 
By the time morning came, the first thing that came to Riley’s mind was getting rid of the immensely tight feeling in the pit of her stomach.
 
“Sounds like the party wants out.”, the pred quipped to herself.
 
With a groan, Riley hopped up from the bed and shuffled towards the toilet, sneaking past the hallway just to make sure Tina got her beauty sleep.
 
Not that she needed much, but it was still just common courtesy not to wake a sleeping predator.
 
“Alright…”, Riley said quietly to herself as she sat down atop her porcelain throne.
“Here we go.”
 
With little more warning than that, Riley’s murder on the house’s plumbing began, a waist-thick log of shit filling the toilet bowl almost immediately upon leaving her colon.
 
Log after log of shit steadily buried the toilet as the disposal continued, each one riddled with the bones and clothes of the sports fans that’d spent the night broiling away in Riley’s stomach.
 
Finally, after a few minutes, Riley finally felt the last of the party finally vacate her bowels; since she'd long since stopped being able to see the toilet paper, the skinny pred simply grabbed a towel from atop the shower and flossed it between her butt cheeks, tossing it atop the pile before stepping out of the bathroom and snapping her pants over her waist.
 
Riley stride into the living room to find Tina curled up asleep on the couch, her usually flat stomach looking rather bloated as Riley’s eyes shifted from her friend to the floor, where a whole mess of half-eaten food lay in front of the couch.
 
Looks like Tina got a bit hungry herself last night.
 
Seeing as though she was asleep, though, Riley figured it best to wake her up in style; it wasn't every day they got "invited" to a party filled with food, people (who were also sort of food, if you looked at it that way), and balloons.
 
Lots and lots of big, bright, VERY poppable balloons.
 
A sly grin made its way across Riley's face as she stepped into the wrecked dining area and ripped off a single balloon that'd been taped to the wall, carrying it carefully towards her sleeping friend.
 
“Tina.”, Riley whispered.
“Tina!”
 
Despite her attempts, her friend remained fast asleep.
 
Perfect.
 
“TINA WAKE UP!”, Riley yelled before placing the balloon between her teeth and ripping the rubber end off completely, loudly popping the balloon and waking her friend up from her sleep.
 
"Did you pop that?", Tina asked.
 
"Maybe.", Riley replied casually as she tossed the balloon atop her friend's head.
 
"Did they give you anything?", asked Tina, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
 
"Eh, maybe an inch.", Riley replied as she twisted her hips.
"Not bad for a couple of football nerds like you."
 
“Hey!”, snapped Tina.
 
"Not that that's a BAD thing!", Riley emphasized.
“Just, you know… you’d be in decent company.”
 
“Get outta here!”, Tina said with a dismissive hand wave.
“You wouldn’t eat me.”
 
“Course!“, Riley agreed.
“But you know what I WOULD eat?”
 
Tina gasped.
 
“Breakfast?!”, she asked like an excited child.
 
“You read my mind.”, Riley answered.
“Let’s go!”
 
“Where are we going?”, questioned Tina as she hopped up from the couch and straightened her still oversized sports jersey around her massive chest.
 
“Anywhere but here.”, answered Riley as she opened the front door.
“I do NOT wanna be here by the time that smell gets out of the bathroom.”
 
“What smell?”, Tina asked as she stood for a moment in the doorway.
 
“Eh…”, Riley replied.
“I’ll tell ya when we get to the car.”
 
At that, Riley led her front outside and shut the door behind her, leaving behind a house in complete disarray from top to bottom…
 
Complete with a miniature mountain of bone-filled shit flooding the bathroom.
 
Not an unfamiliar sight to the two predators, but certainly one people a few miles North of where they lived weren’t quite used to yet.
 
They’d better soon, though.
 
After this year, they might just have to make these out-of-town “Super Bowl snack sessions” an annual thing!
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ending #3: Tie Game
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Still can’t believe they tied…”, Riley bemoaned with her head resting in her hand, her arms resting atop her bloated stomach as the long-haired woman waist deep in her ass was sucked in with a single pull, snaking her way through the pred’s intestines before joining her ten cohorts shifting about in her guts.
 
Tina began to reply to her friend’s remark, only to find that getting her words out were a bit difficult when an entire person from the waist down was hanging out of her mouth; leaning her head back, the greedy pred sent her food down her throat in only a few gulps, finishing her prey and letting out a loud-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-before responding.
 
“Well, they both played pretty good.”, she replied before getting distracted by an errant kick coming from within her stomach.
 
“Yeah, but it’s the Super Bowl!”, Riley exclaimed as she rolled over onto her back, quickly running out of breath with the weight of ten whole people crushing her small body.
“Figured they'd put up a bit more fight than that."
 
“Aw! Riley…”, Tina said, rather unconcerned despite her friend's condition.
“Are you just mad because you didn’t get to eat EVERYBODY?”
 
“What? No!”, Riley groaned as she pushed herself up and onto her feet (with some effort, of course.)
“No, I just tho- *EURP* Ugh. Excuse me. I just thought they’d put a bit more hustle out there, y’know?”
 
“But they did, though.”, Tina replied.
“That’s what made them tie.”
 
Riley let out a sigh as she looked toward the ceiling for a bit.
 
She had to think up her rant a bit before she actually said it.
 
“You ever eaten a football player?”, Riley asked.
 
“Mmm…”, Tina hummed in thought.
“No.”
 
“Well, as someone who’s eaten multiple TEAMS worth of football players before, lemme just let you in on something…”, Riley said as she stepped towards Tina, swinging her leg around her stomach and placing her boot-clad foot atop the arm of the couch.
“THAT? What we saw on the T.V. just now? They put up WAY more fight inside of me than those guys did in the game today.”
 
Riley emphasized her words by pointing to her bloated stomach, referencing the struggle that WAS happening in her guts a bit ago before her unwilling prey finally kicked the bucket inside of her.
 
“Well, duh! That’s kinda obvious.”, Tina replied.
“It’s not like anyone who gets out of you gets a trophy.”
 
“No, they don’t.”, Riley agreed.
“Y’know why?”
 
"Because you can't afford it.", Tina answered matter-of-factly.
 
"Not a bad guess!", Riley said with a chuckle.
“Because! In the many rounds of MY stomach versus anyone who winds up inside of it, my stomach has come out the undefeated champion every single time.”
 
“But that's not much of a gauge, though.", Tina replied.
“No one's ever gotten out of my- *UUOORRP* -MY stomach.”
 
“No, they have not.”, Riley agreed as she stuffed her hands in her pockets.
“So you wanna go in separate rooms, or…?”
 
“Why?”, asked Tina with a curious head tilt.
 
“You know…”, Riley replied awkwardly.
"For the "letting them out" part."
 
"Oh!", Tina exclaimed in realization before becoming confused again.
"But isn't that gonna take a... few more hours?"
 
Riley laughed as she reached into her pant pocket and pulled out a small cylinder of what looked to be candy.
 
"Not with these!", the pred bragged as she wiggled the "candy" between her fingers.
 
"What are those?", Tina asked.
 
"Read the case.", Riley replied as she tossed the cylinder directly into Tina's lap.
 
"Freeso Digestive Aid MONDO PRODUCTION PILL?", Tina exclaimed as she read the label.
 
"Mm hmm.", Riley hummed with a nod of her head.
"Banned in over seventeen European countries."
 
"Where did you get these?", Tina asked with genuine concern.
 
"I got contacts.", answered Riley.
 
"Have you ever had these before?", Tina asked again.
 
"Nope, but there's a first time for everything!", Riley exclaimed as she ripped the wrapping off of the pills.
"Cheers!"
 
At that, Riley raised the cylinder above her head and let the pills fall into her open mouth, prompting Tina to peel the package open and do the same; the things tasted bland yet INCREDIBLY bitter, so she was quick to swallow them without much thought.
 
"How's the taste?", Riley asked, her hand over her mouth to disguise her own cringe.
 
"Awful...", Tina groaned.
 
"Well, that's funny for you to-", Riley began before a massive-
 
*FRRRRRT*
 
-blew out from behind her, the dark green cloud of gas filling the room behind her as her stomach deflated like a balloon.
"Say."
 
Both her and Tina sat in stunned amazement for a moment (Tina's jaw literally agape) before a rank fart exploded out of Tina's own behind, the preds' eyes darting down to the Asian girl's stomach before it became flat in mere seconds just like Riley.
 
A moment of silence passed.
 
"That was...", Riley began.
 
"Weird.", Tina finished.
 
"I'm never doing that again.", Riley continued, waving her hands a bit in sheer confusion.
 
"Same.", Tina replied as she stood up from the couch and walked towards her friend already opening the door.
 
“Let’s get something to eat.”, Riley stated as she opened the front door for Tina.
 
“You said it.”, Tina replied as she briskly walked past her friend and out the door with Riley right behind her, the smaller pred girl closing the door as she left and leaving the hellish stench of their bowels to sink into every inch of the house.
 
Their own city down South was lucky the two predators were too embarrassed to ever be caught DEAD using those pills.
 
Who KNOWS what they could get away with?