Gavin had been waiting all month for this concert. Violent Violet was finally going to play in town. She was the sexiest, angriest, baddest badass punk rock bitch in the world. He had watched the pirated videos of her latest concert where she picked a guy out of the crowd and fucked him on stage then swallowed him whole a dozen times. Watching that had awakened something in Gavin, and he needed more. He had to see it in person.
 
He had gotten to the arena hours early to make sure he got a good space. He sat in his car, watching the video over and over again, cranking a few out just in case she chose him. He didn’t want to embarrass himself on stage by blowing his last load too soon. Once other cars started to show up, he got out of his car and joined the growing line of people getting their tickets checked. He overheard many other people talking about the video, most of them either hoping to be her next fuck or her next meal.
 
The band’s tech crew was still scurrying about the stage checking cables and instruments as Gavin made his way into the hall. He was early enough to get a spot in the front of the crowd near the stage, he assumed with a bunch of other hopefuls. Whether they wanted to win or lose, they all wanted a shot a her. People filed in for an hour or so, until the small venue was packed full with almost a thousand people.
 
After a few more minutes of set up, the opening act come out to warm up the crowd. They had some kind of angry lesbian vibe, Gavin didn’t pay much attention. The lead singer screamed and ranted about men being useless except as meat between songs, and the crowd wasn’t impressed. Two songs into her set the men in the crowd had started booing. She started to swear at the crowd and deride men in general even louder as Violent Violet herself poked her head out of the curtain. She motioned behind her and the other girls in the band snuck out from behind the members of the opening act. They crept up to the unaware girls, and when the song ended they all pounced as one. Mad Maggie vaulted over the drummer, planting her loose snatch over the poor girl’s head and sliding down her torso in the blink of an eye. She settled into the drummer’s seat, content to let her meal’s legs dangle and flail. Angry Anne bumped the bass guitarist over and sat her asshole on her victim’s feet, who slid in up to her thighs instantly. The girl was stunned long enough that by the time she began to struggle, her tits were already disappearing into Anne’s anus. She couldn’t even scream for help, the air being crushed out of her lungs. The last thing she saw was the flash of phone cameras recording her demise.
 
Violet herself wanted something more from the singer. She grabbed the girl’s ass and spun her around, wrapping her arms around her and drawing her into a deep kiss. They sucked face for a few seconds while the crowd cheered in the background. Violet pulled away from the lead singer and brushed a few flustered locks of hair out of her face. She planted another light kiss on the girl’s nose, and while she was still blinking in amazement, Violet opened her mouth wide and put the girl’s head into her mouth all at once. Violet grabbed and twisted at the girls nipple’s through her shirt as she pushed her mouth further down the girl’s body over her shoulders. She held the singer’s arms to her sides as she slid down her torso, when finally the awkward position and weight dragged them both to the stage floor. Violet worked the girl’s pants and underwear down, making a show of playing with the doomed girl’s unshaven crotch. She took a moment to chew on the singer’s ass a few times, providing extra time for the cameras in the audience to take plenty of pictures. Once she was satisfied with the paparazzi had got enough shots, she threw back her head and sucked her victim’s legs down with two hungry gulps, the girl curling up inside her fleshy prison. Dramatically she stood up and daintily cleared her throat, before unleashing a monstrous belch into the microphone. The stadium walls shook for almost 30 seconds, and for the following silence the crowd was silent in awe. A raucous cheer rose up and filled the air as Violet strutted about the stage luridly rubbing her writhing gut.
 
“Alright you fuckin freaks, who’s ready to get it on!?” she yelled into the mic to a thunderous roar of applause. With the crowd sufficiently excited, Violent Violet and The Appetite began their set. They played a smash-hit set list of all the favorite albums; Fuck You and Your Dog, Die in a Burning Dumpster, Everyone’s Favorite Bitch, and their new hot single Delicious Asshole. After the applause died down for their newest hit, Violet, Maggie, and Anne all sauntered forward to the center microphone. They began kissing each other and rubbing each other’s breasts, taking turns moaning into the mic as they riled up the crowd some more.
 
“It’s time for a GUT SOLO!” Violet howled into the mic as she pressed the microphone up to her gurgling stomach. On command, her gut roared and churned the remains of her meal loudly and proudly. The entire auditorium echoed with the sounds of her stomach digesting the bitchy singer as the fill lighting changed to a fleshy red. It was almost the room was her stomach and the entire crowd was inside her. The crowd whistled and cheered. She slid to the side and Maggie stepped forward, and the lights changed to a more uteral pink. Her gut was more round and less solid, since her prey had completely dissolved into pussy juice already. The sloshing and bubbling in her gut came through the speakers in waves she she swayed side to side. Anne shoved her out of the way and stuck the microphone down to her ass hole. She strained for a second, then cut a resounding wet fart into the mic. The sound filled the air, soon followed by the rancid stench of shit and rotting whore meat. It snapped the crowd to their senses, many laughing while they tried in vain to wave the putrid air away from their noses.
 
“Well, since the vibe is thoroughly dead now, let’s get back to it.”Violet said as she pinched her nose dramatically. A few people in the crowd cheered to signal they were into that sort of thing.
 
“You extra sick sickos in the back there will really enjoy the finale then. But for now SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m trying to make some fucking music down here! One! Two! One two three four!” she hollered into the microphone as the band began their second half of the setlist. They slammed out a dozen more songs over the rest of the two hour concert, as their full guts slowly shrank. It was over all to soon for Gavin. But as one last treat, a crew of roadie’s rolled a big dumpster down into the pit and up to the stage. Maggie kicked over her drum set and stood up. She wanted to go first tonight.
 
She sauntered over to the front of the stage and sat on the edge. She splayed out her legs and balanced them on the edge of the dumpster, showing her crotch to the partially confused but excited crowd. She began to masturbate furiously with both hands, the thrill of showing herself to an entire crowd speeding her to orgasm like a freight train. Femme cum sprayed out of her like she was the nozzle of a firehose. She sprayed the dumpster and the crowd behind it with her ecstasy filling it with a few inches of fluid. Maggie flopped over backwards, completely spent. A pair of stage hands quickly scuttled forward and pulled her away from the dumpster as Anne sauntered up.
 
She turned on a heel and shook her ass at the audience, barely hidden inside her low cut jeans. She soaked up the attention for a few moments, then seductively bent over and pulled her pants down, flashing her crotch and asshole to the crowd as she stripped from the waist down. She sank to a crouch in front of the dumpster and relaxed enough to let a rank, rancid fart slam out of her ass, spraying the front rows with flecks of shit. Some were disgusted, but others became all the more excited, some even licking little gobs of feces off each other’s faces. Anne began to push fat, greasy lumps of shit out into the dumpster, every now and then a clump of hair or shred of clothing visible on the surface. The flow stopped briefly as something undigested blocked the exit to her intestines. She strained and huffed once or twice, and a pair of cheap rubber flip flops plopped out of her anus onto the growing pile of shit. Now empty, she pushed out a few more rancid spurts of gas, and then she rocked forward onto her knees and wiped her ass with a towel handed to her by an assistant. She took a deep sniff of the shit-crusted towel and - satisfied - threw it into the dumpster. Before she could get her pants back on, Violet snuck up and spanked her on the ass hard. Surprised, she stumbled away from the front of the stage, red in the face.
 
Once Anne had gotten, back on her feet Violet took a moment to strut back and forth across the stage to stoke up the crows even more. She tore off her skirt and flung it into the audience. Everyone in the front scrambled and fought to catch it, but after a prolonged scuffle, Gavin pulled away with the skirt in his hands held over his head like a trophy. Violent Violet looked right at him and winked as she made her way back to center stage. Gavin was stunned. She had looked right at him. She looked him right in the eye and winked at him. Gavin felt like he was floating. His sex goddess had taken notice of him, and she had bestowed a boon on him.
 
Violet blew the man who caught her skirt a kiss over her shoulder as she turned her bouncy backside to the audience and spread open her cheeks with her hands. She let out a sigh and relaxed herself, letting a compacted log of shit the size of a human forearm. Which was followed immediately by a smooth stream of chocolate brown shit studded with of pieces of bone. Knuckles and vertebrae and snapped femurs fell out of Violet’s asshole connected by a string of human waste. The string shortly trickled to an end, tailed by a few extra loose nuggets. Something large and round came up to her asshole and stretched it wide, the bitchy singer’s cleaned skull. Violet sucked it back into herself for a quick moment, to build up pressure behind it. She took a deep breath, then another, and pushed. The skull popped out of her asshole like a cork out of a wine bottle. It bounced off the far side of the dumpster with a clang and landed squarely on the peak of the pile. For a moment, the audience stood silently, then they erupted in cheers and whistles.
 
Gavin was mystified. The sexiest woman at the planet had winked at him. She winked right at him and then she filled that dumpster up with shit made of another human being. Gavin was so aroused he couldn’t hear the crowd anymore. It was like he was alone in the room with Violet. After she took her turn towelling the remaining shit off of herself with a towel, she looked at him again. She gave him another wink and playfully snapped the towel at him. The smell of her shit wafted over to him, and he just about charged to stage to get to her.
 
“I’m Violent Violet and we’re The Appetite! Thank you goodnight!” she announced into the microphone, before she kicked it over into the dumpster of feces. She sauntered away stage left, but she stopped part way. She pointed to some guy in the front row, beckoning him to follow her with the curl of a finger. A raucous round of applause cheered the guy on, people elbowing him and pushing him towards her. She walked off with a smile, confident her fuck meal of choice would follow.
 
She picked him. Gavin couldn’t believe it, she had actually picked him. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, before the jeering and jostling of the crowd snapped him out of his daze.
 
“Go get her man! You might live!”
 
“Rest in poop!”
 
“Dead man fucking!” they jeered at Gavin, pushing him forwards. He would show them. He would have sex with Violent Violet and live to fuck another day. He straightened up and strode confidently to the entrance to the backstage area. The bouncer looked him up and down and silently nodded as Gavin passed. He passed clusters of gossipping grew members and technicians. Several times people tried to stop and talk to him, but he was a man on a mission. He passed Angry Anne’s dressing room, Someone inside moaning loudly. Gavin supposed she had picked her own fuck buddy for the evening. He passed Mad Maggie’s room in silence, she must have still been out from her firehose act on stage. He turned the corner and there it was at the end of the hall; Violent Violet’s dressing room. He hesitated at the threshold, but just for a moment. He pushed open the unlocked door, and there she was laying on the bed, legs splayed in waiting.
 
“Fucking took you long enough, I almost thought you were gonna chicken out on me.” She said to him, wiggling her hips.
 
“So what’s your name anyway, stranger?” she asked as she tore off her sweaty tank top and threw it at him.
“I”m Gav-”he began.
 
 
“EHHHN! Wrong. Tonight your name is Dick Meat.” She said, rolling over onto all fours. She wiggled her ass at him as he approached.
 
“Now lick out my ass if you want to fuck me Dick Meat!” She commanded, spreading her cheeks apart with her hands. Eager to please, Gavin charged the bed and dove at her planting his hands over hers and assaulting her hole with his tongue. She was so surprised by his enthusiasm that she began to moan. He licked up and down her ass so much that Violet began to pleasure herself he was so forceful. After he’d licked her until she was dripped wet in both holes, he pulled away to undo his pants. By the time she’d realized he stopped licking, he was already prepared to jam it in. He squeezed her ass for dear life and he rammed his cock into her ass. She howled in pained pleasure, and pushed back against him so hard he would have fallen off the bed if he hadn't had a death grip on her wonderful ass. And as he pounded her, he marveled at the beauty of her ass, and fucked her all the harder. She moaned and screamed like a banshee as he railed her, putting those punk rock pipes to good use.
 
“Oh my god! Fucking hit me! Spank me, scratch me, anything! Fucking BITE ME!” She howled as she twisted her own nipples as hard as she could. Gavin shrugged and began to claw down her back with his fingernails, leaving long, red welts. She screamed even louder and began to slam herself backwards at him. He kept scratching at her in time with his thrusts, and her asshole pulsed around his dick as she was rocked by her first orgasm. Hearing her moan in orgasm was enough to send Gavin over the edge, he came like a battering ram, slamming her face into the headboard on the shitty wirespring bed. They slammed into the wall hard enough to make the lights flicker. As their orgasms declined, they lost sync with each other’s rhythms and Violet pushed Gavin backwards off the bed. He hit the ground with a low thump and lay there stunned. Violet thrusted back at the air a few times, before slumping forward onto the bed. For several minutes, they lay panting. Gavin’s cum slowly dribbled out of her anus, pooling in a low spot on the mattress. She rolled over, sat up, and flopped forward, landing next to the little puddle. She pondered for a moment, and thought fuck it and lapped it up. It was salty and bitter, but sweet enough that she didn’t gag. Languidly she leaned to one side and grabbed a pair of water bottles off the nightstand. She swigged out of one and tossed the other off the bed at her fuck partner.
 
“Drink up Dick Meat, you got 10 minutes to get ready for round two.” She wheezed at him. She waited until he made some kind of affirmative noise, and she laid back down to rest.
Gavin fumbled with the cap before he got it open and poured it onto his face. Enough of it got into his mouth for him to take a drink and clear his throat.
 
“That was awesome.” Gavin groaned as he sat up. Violet lay in the bed licking his cum off her lips. She looked down at him and scoffed.
 
“Shut up down Dick Meat, I’m not done with you yet.” she said falling back onto the bed. She played with herself with one hand and reached for the cheap alarm clock on the nightstand. He had 6 minutes left to recover. She thought of how good he would taste when she ate him. She imagined him struggling weakly, all his energy spent trying to please her. She imagined the salty taste of his sweat mingling with the bitter sweet flavor of his final cum shot. She imagined leaving him as a giant pile of shit on top of this crappy bed in this piece of shit town. She was gonna be a big hit once she could make it to a real city with a good scene. And she was gonna be huge in this room once she had this guy inside her. That little tramp from the opening act was tasty, but she wasn’t exactly filling. But she was gonna gorge herself on this guy. His time was almost up.
 
“Alright, move it or lose it Dick Meat. I need some more.” Violet said, pitching the clock to one side. Gavin grabbed onto the mattress and hauled himself back up. Violet lay there in waiting, laying face up, her pussy presented. She gave him a well, come on gesture so he crawled up over her and got lined up. He took a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves so he wouldn’t blow it, and pushed it in. Violet remained unimpressed by his initial thrust. Gavin ignored the bad feeling her bored expression gave him, and began pumping at her.
 
“Ooooh, yeeeaaaaah. That’s sooooo goood baby…”she mocked him with a fake moan.
 
“Come on Dick Meat! Where’s all that gusto from before? Come on! FUCK ME!” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist. Angered by her trying to ruin the mood and his boner, he grabbed her thighs like handlebars and held her up in a better position for both of them.
 
“That’s a little better Dick Meat, but it’s still not good enough. You don’t to end up lie that dyke from the opener do ya?” she taunted, patting her belly with one hand. Gavin dug his fingers into her thighs as hard as she could. To both of their surprise, Violet started to moan for real. Heartened by this, Gavin began to rake his fingernails up and around her thighs in long arcs. He leaned down to her face as if to kiss her, and she leaned in to meet him. Instead of kissing her, he began to bite and nibble on her neck. Now she began to really scream like before, howling and grinding her pelvis into his. She grabbed his head with both hands and held him onto her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. She dug her nails into his scalp as she was screaming in his ear. Hearing her lose her mind like that was too much for Gavin, and he added his screams to her own. He humped into her viciously as he came, clamping onto her neck with his teeth. He growled like an animal as he finished inside her. His momentum was quickly spent, and he rolled off of her. Violet saw slower to calm down, since she hadn’t quite had enough.
 
“Goddamn. God. Fucking. Damn! You were this close Dick Meat! I was almost there!” Violet admitted in congratulations. She patted him on the back of the head and scooted out from underneath him.
 
“You stay right there, I need to squeeze this out. Nobody ever got big in this business pregnant.” she said, limping to the small bathroom. While she was cleaning herself out, Gavin lay on the bed, mentally kicking himself. He had almost done it, almost got her to cum. He guessed this was it for him now, she was going to eat him. He had so so very close to succeeding, it wasn’t fair.
 
 
“Alright, Meat you lost. I assume you know what happens next. But, I’m feeling merciful tonight since that was the best fuck I’ve had in like, ever. So I’m going to give you a very special present, put that ass up and let me see you spread.” Violet instructed, voice surprisingly soft. With difficulty Gavin tucked his knees under his body and pushed up onto all fours. His head lolled weakly as he watched from underneath himself as Violet crawled forward like a big- predatory cat. She planted a hand on one of his buutcheeks, and wrapped the other around his exhausted, limp cock. She slowly stroked his length and giggled girlishly as it vainly twitched at her attentions. With a smirk she proceeded to her true objective, his asshole. He had done her a service so earnestly before, it was only fair to return the favor. She daintily gave his hole a few test laps, to gauge his reaction. He twitched and cooed appreciatively, so she continued. She licked up and down the sides of his anus and poked at the opening with her tongue. He jumped forward when she did, so she pressed harder. He pushed back on her, moaning, so she got even bolder. She pushed her whole face against his ass, just as he relaxed himself and pushed back as hard as he could.
 
To Violet’s shock and Gavin’s pleasure, his anus slipped down over her head and sealed around her neck. His asshole flexed and gulped like a throat, and it lunged over her shoulders while she was stills stunned. Her arms were pinned to her sides, so she began to kick and scream. Her flailing struggles did little to stop her ascent up Gavin’s colon, but the screaming did send waves of vibrations over his prostate. Gavin was instantly rock hard. With renewed vigor, he began to stroke himself, as Violet slid further into him. Her hips were very shortly on the verge of entering his, and with a great pull they popped into his stretch asshole. He came. She screamed again, if weakly. She knew she was a goner now, it would be impossible for anyone to pull her out, even if they knew she was in there. A few more rectal gulps and only her feet remained outside Gavin. He held her there for a moment, savoring the rush of power he felt. No wonder she did this to people. Then, almost as an afterthought, he drew in her feet. She was now wholly inside him, and on her way to his stomach. Gavin marvelled at the bulge she made in his incredibly distended midsection. He could hear her softly sobbing inside his gut. He tapped on his gut where he thought her head was to get her attention.
 
“I have a name you psycho. It’s Gavin. I just wanted to fuck you. It didn't have to end like this.” he said to his meal. Rather than reply, she just sulked silently. Gavin just shrugged and lay down on the bed, still sticky with a mixture of both of their cum and sweat. But he was too tired to care. He quickly fell deeply asleep. Over the course of the night, Violet bubbled and dissolved away into nothing but shit. Her last thoughts had been reserved and contemplative. She supposed she deserved this, since she had done it to so many other people. She faded to sleep listening to the lullaby of the gurgling stomach she had landed herself in. She softened and began to break apart before she lost consciousness, but she was gone before long. As Gavin slept peacefully, Violet’s body was dissolved and digested inside him.
 
The next morning Gavin made to roll over, but the massive weight of his gut stopped him. Briefly he was confused, until he remembered the events of the previous night. Grinning smugly, he hauled himself to a sitting position and poked at the now shrunken bulge in his intestines. It was soft and squishy, like he was full of wet sand. A he played with his gut, the mass inside him shifted, it was time to let Violet go. He stumbled to his feet and wrapped both arms under his gut for support, and hobbled to the bathroom. He dropped onto the toilet seat just in time. A large, impacted turd poked out of his asshole, but most of its width being inside prevented it from escaping. He pushed and strained, and with a yelp it blew out of his, splashing his ass with cold water. Behind it dribbled a series of small, greasy lumps of shit. He pushed and pushed, and more and more shit filled the bowl under him. He pushed out so much of it that the bowl filled all the way to the top and touched his cheeks. He recoiled from the touch and shot to his feet, clamping down on the stream of shit coming out of him. The pain dazed him for a moment, but he caught his breath and squatted in front of the toilet. The rest of Violet’s remains lay in a coiled pile in front the very overfull toilet.
 
Gavin wasn’t sure to be proud of or disgusted with himself. He had fucked the girl of his dreams. But he had also sucked her up his colon and digested her so she couldn’t do the same to him. It had felt at least as good as the sex, but now he could never have do either of those again, at least not with her. He did feel absolutely amazing, though. He felt refreshed and energized like he never had before. He would definitely have to do this again. And he was about to have that chance. As he was getting redressed, Mad Maggie burst in the door, with her gut full and sloshing just like it was last night.
 
“Hey V! You ready to dump yet? Me and Annie had a fight, so I slurped her. We’ll need a new bassist. Again. Wait, who the fuck are you?” she asked, looking around the room for her band’s front girl. She then noticed the stench of shit coming from the bathroom, and managed to put two and two together.
 
“Oh fuck…” she said, trying to turn and run as Gavin slammed into her, tackling her to the ground. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her into the dressing room. She was still dazed from the impact, so Gavin quickly checked the hall to make sure no one was coming. When he was confident he was safe, he snuck back inside and closed the door. Maggie lay on the floor groaning and holding her bloated belly full of dissolved Anne as it sloshed back and forth. The roiling liquid in her gut kept her dizzy and disoriented long enough for Gavin to tear her clothes off. She had enough modesty to throw an arm over her bust, but she couldn’t reach her crotch. He dropped his jeans and squatted over her face, getting ready to drop on her. He took a deep breath and relaxed himself as much as he could, so much that he accidentally ripped a wicked fart right in her face.
 
“Oh my god, why…” Maggie wheezed. She had just gotten a good breath, and this fucking guy, whoever he was, just man-queefed right in her face. Maggie didn’t have a chance to say anything else, because Gavin sat on her face. He didn’t have time to savor the feeling of suckling on her head with his hole, so he pushed down over her face and reached his hand under head to push it in. He leaned forward and gave her a hearty gulp with his asshole. He was not sitting on her shoulders using her head as human buttplug. Panicking, Maggie began to frantically slap and punch as Gavin’s thighs, but she couldn’t hit him anywhere that could slow him down enough. With alurch, her shoulder slid into him, leaving only her lower arms mobile. She dug her fingernails into his ass cheeks, trying to gain any kind of hand hold. But she slipped, and her forearms and tits disappearing into him. But he stopped at her swollen gut, unable to stretch wide enough to fit it in whole. He pushed on her gut with both hands, but she was sealed up tight. He hobbled up to his feet, awkwardly dragging her into a sitting position. He let his weight drop onto her as hard as he could, and she sank in a few more inches, which pushed her belly down and out. But he couldn’t get her any farther. He tried again to push on her belly with his hands, but this time it did go down. Some of it flowed up her midsection to a point inside him. He pushed and pushed and slowly he worked the mass of liquid inside her inside himself. After several minutes of this, he had her whole full belly inside his. She had long since stopped struggling, resigned to her fate. With only her legs remaining in the outside world, she didn’t even have the heart to kick. A few quick gulps were all it took to suck her in up to her feet. She curled her toes once before going limp completely; she was defeated. Her careers as a predator and as a drummer were officially over.
 
Gavin was completely stuffed. He was so full he couldn’t even get her feet inside him. Despite the enormous mass of punk slut inside him, he wasn’t as immobilized as he thought. He had t hobble around awkwardly, but he was surprised to find out that he had the strength to carry essentially three people at once. He waddled over to where he had left his pants and hiked them up for the second time that morning. He snuck to the,door and peeked out, finding the coast clear. He tiptoes down the hall and to the nearest exit without seeing a soul. He has to walk the long way around the building, but the parking lot was completely empty so he didn’t need to worry about stealth. He fumbled keys out of his pocket and plopped down into the driver’s seat. He had to push the seat as far back as it would go but he fit, just barely. Halfway home, it,occurred to him,that he didn’t hear any digestive noises coming from inside him. He could still feel Maggie’s feet sticking out of his butt, he figured she hadn't gotten to his stomach yet. He would have to fix that when he got home.
 
It was early in the morning on a Saturday, so most people were still asleep. He crept out of his car and up to his door. He opened the door slowly, but he had to rush inside when he heard someone coming down the hall. As he leaned against the inside of the door, an envelope slipped under it between his legs. It was his due rent notice, that must have been his landlord walking by. Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he got his money he left everyone alone.
 
Gavin kicked off his shoes and sat down on the couch heavily. Maggie shifted uncomfortably inside his intestines. She was still stuck at the end, he would have to push her the rest of the way in somehow. He couldn't reach with his hands, so he would have to sit on something. He looked around his apartment for something the right shape he could use. His shoes weren't tall enough. The coffee pot would shatter. He didn't want to risk his TV remote. A shampoo bottle would be perfect! He rolled to his feet and lurched into the bathroom. Luckily, he always bought the larger bulk bottles. He grabbed one that was still full so the weight would keep it stable. He knelt as best he could and sat the bottle on the ground behind him. He wiggled around on top of it until he felt the nozzle wedge between his prey’s feet. It was so strange to think about it like that, as a predator and prey situation. But that was a thought for another time, right now he had to finish what he started. He leaned forward and then sat down hard on the bottle, forcing Maggie’s feet finally into his colon. He felt her mass travel up his intestine and shift towards his stomach. He had gotten plenty of sleep the previous night, but all the effort of smuggling his huge gut home had left him exhausted. He wandered back to the couch and flopped onto one side and kicked his feet over towards the other. He lay his hands on his now gurgling abdomen and let the lullaby of his stomach put him to sleep.
 
Maggie had long since passed out, there not being much breathable air inside Gavin’s ass. She joined her bandmates in digestion without ever realizing. She bubbled and churned away into a digestive slurry, diluted by a dozen or so gallons of her own cum from dissolved her bassist. Most of that liquid was absorbed by Gavin’s intestines, leaving only the indigestible solids behind as shit. What remained of Maggie slowly worked its way back out the way she came in, to await its final release later when Gavin awoke. Gavin slept like a baby, dreaming of impossible sex acts.
 
When he stirred, it was late in the evening. He had slept most of the day, his body busy breaking down his second meal. He rolled to a sitting position and looked down at his belly. Compared to how huge it was before, it almost seemed normal. With his frame, this much of a gut could be mistaken for a beer gut. It occurred to him that would be a good thing, based on how much shit came out of his before with just one person having functionally two people digest inside him was going to produce enough shit to fill a bathtub. He did not want to take this particular dump at home. He notice then that his pants were sticky. He must have came in his sleep once or twice. With a sigh, he got up and went to take a shower. He stood in the warm water, enjoying the feeling of it running down the tight skin of his stretched belly. He enjoyed it so much that took a few extra minutes to pleasure himself. He came after quickly, having a big bloated gut full of digested bitch made him extra excited. He finished up in the shower and toweled off. He took note of himself in the bathroom mirror. The muscles on his arms and chest seemed more defined, and his butt seemed a more than a little bigger and rounder. All the protein in his new diet was doing wonders for his body. But the gurgling in his stomach reminded him that he had some urgent business to attend ro. He dressed in a rush, throwing on a T-shirt and a hoodie he took off down the street at a brisk walk. He headed down to a convenience store that he knew was run by a cheap, rude asshole who always marked up his items for ‘convenience charges.’
 
“Hey, I need to use your bathroom.” He said to the gruff, sweaty man behind the counter.
“Paying customers only.” the man said without ever looking up from his small, grainy TV.
 
“I’ll buy a soda on my way out man, please.” Gavin begged, his stomach conveniently gurgling loudly.
 
“Soda and chips.” he grunted back, handing Gavin a small key with a large plastic anti-theft tag on it. Gavin thanked the man and rushed to the bathroom. He fumbled with the small key in the poorly installed lock and stepped inside quickly, locking the door behind him. The door rattled on its hinges, but it would stay closed. He dropped his pants and sank down to the seat of the toilet, which was also loosely attached. Gavin couldn’t find a way to settle all of his weight on it that it wouldn’t slide around underneath him. So her gave up and squat down on the floor in the corner. He steadied his breathing and began to push. Slowly the first, hardened plug began to wiggle its way out of him. It hung out of him for just a second, then hit the floor with a splat. Before he could react, a slick stream of shit flowed out of him like a human ice cream dispenser. Occasionally the flow would halt as an air bubble made its way out of him as a splatterry fart, spraying the wall with sticky, greasy waste. Twice he had to pinch himself off and scoot forward, he did not want any of it to get on him like it had last night. By the time he was done he had shat on half the floor. It took most of the roll of flimsy toilet paper to clean himself sufficiently, which he pitched into the bowl and flushed. He washed his hands as loudly as he could, trying to sound like he was having a normal time in the bathroom, not depositing over 200 pounds of digested people on the floor. He stepped out of the bathroom and quickly shut and locked the door behind him. He grabbed a big bag of cheesy crisps and a two liter bottle of off-brand cola. He brought them along with the key to the register and handed the man ten dollars. He dropped two dollars and some change onto the counter, swiping up the key and Gavin’s money. Gavin took his change and his grossly overpriced snacks and bid the man good day. He sauntered down the street, feeling like a million bucks. He had gotten away with it. He had sucked two entire people up his butt and shat out there remains with no consequence. He planned to head home and dig around on the internet and see if anyone else had ever done this. Maybe they’d even took pictures.