You are now playing as Doki!
As time passes while sitting in the elevator, you feel over your bubbling stomach while your prey softens into a meaty pulp. Pockets of air slosh and blurp throughout your belly, before erupting up your throat as a rancid burp. A spray of saliva and bits of the freshman's hair come up with the belch, and so does one of their soggy sneakers, which tumble across your globular belly and come to a rest on the floor.
You're not sure how long you've been sitting here, but your stomach is working them into your intestines now. As digestion breaks them down, you idly pick at your teeth as you claim yet another victim to the rigors of your potent metabolism. Did they even mention their name? You don't remember. It's not like food deserves to have a name, after all. As hot lumps of gurgling meat are pumped through your guts, pleasant shivers are sent up your spine. Oh how you'd love to just close your eyes and nap right here... but you've seriously got to leave this room. If you stay in the elevator too long, it's only a matter of time before someone else discovers you, and helps themselves to a nice stuffed Doki.
Originally, you were going to go up to the cafeteria and get something to eat, but this freshman—freshmeat—had already resolved that issue. Maybe it'd be better if you just went back to your room in Velvet House. Urp. Another caustic discharge from your stomach carries with it a few soggy scraps of your victim's clothes. Goodness, this one is giving you indigestion... but it's no matter. In the end, your stomach always wins. That freshman isn't even your first victim this week. Just last night, on your first evening back at campus, you ate your own roommate just so you could have the dorm all to yourself.
As your stomach glurns and burbles, you realize that you really need to get going. With your prey's flavor still lingering on your lips, you force yourself to stand. Your massive gut sags in front of you, nearly throwing off your balance, but it's totally worth it. Only one question remains. Do you continue up to the cafeteria, or leave? Even if you don't get something to eat, your friends should be there, and if there's one thing that helps you work off a full gut, it's a good pounding from your favorite friend with benefits, Jeremy. He's probably already up there, waiting for you. Of course, you could just go back to your bedroom and handle that 'business' yourself... It's not like you have a roommate to walk in on you anymore.
