The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. It had been a long day of recording for the indie pop band Tally Hall, and the members were exhausted. As the shortest and tallest members, Ross Federman and Rob Cantor always had a bit of a height difference to deal with. Little did they know, that difference was about to take on a whole new meaning...
Rob yawned, stretching his long lanky frame out on the couch in the recording studio's lounge area. "Man, I'm starving after all that singing today," he muttered, patting his flat stomach. Ross, curled up in an armchair across from him, nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, me too. You want to order a pizza or something?"
Rob shook his head. "Nah, I don't really feel like pizza. Something's not quite right in my gut." He rubbed his tummy pensively. "I think I need something...more substantial."
Ross eyed him curiously. "Like what? You've already had two protein shakes today."
Rob's eyes took on a hungry glint as he fixed his gaze on Ross. "Actually Ross, I think I know just what I need."
Before Ross could react, Rob had lunged forward, grabbing the much shorter man by the ankles and yanking him out of the chair. "Hey! What the hell, Rob?" Ross yelped in surprise as he found himself flat on his back on the floor, Rob looming over him.
Rob licked his lips, his stomach growling loudly. "Sorry Ross, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to eat you. You're just the right size to fill me up."
"Are you insane?!" Ross shouted, trying to squirm away. But Rob's grip was too strong. He easily flipped Ross over and positioned the smaller man between his legs, Ross's feet dangling out either side of Rob's mouth.
Ross's eyes went wide with fear as Rob's lips stretched into a huge grin. "Ahhhh! No no no, Rob, you can't! I'm your friend!" he pleaded.
But Rob was too far gone in his hunger to listen to reason. With a lustful groan, he opened his mouth as wide as it would go and engulfed Ross's kicking feet in one swift motion.
Ross's screams were muffled as inch after inch of him was sucked into the dark, wet heat of Rob's esophagus. His small body was quickly compressed and squeezed as Rob's powerful throat muscles undulated around him, drawing him deeper.
"Mmmmphh!!" Rob let out a blissful moan as he felt Ross squirming around inside him, the vibrations of the other man's struggles sending tingles through his nerves. His belly began to swell outward as more of Ross disappeared past his lips.
The bulge of Ross's body sliding down his gullet was visible under Rob's shirt as the shorter man was pulled in up to his waist, then chest. Ross's muffled screams grew weaker as the air was squeezed from his lungs. His struggles slowed to feeble twitches.
Rob shuddered in ecstasy, savoring the sensation of his prey's life slipping away inside him. With a final gulp, he tilted his head back and swallowed hard, feeling Ross's head and arms vanish down into his stomach with a wet glorp.
Rob let out a long, satisfied sigh as he felt Ross settle heavily in his gut. His stomach groaned and gurgled around its burden, already beginning the process of breaking down the dense mass of flesh and bone into nutrients.
He patted his distended belly, which now sported a very obvious Ross-shaped bulge. "Mmmm, that hit the spot," Rob purred, relishing the feeling of his friend slowly being digested alive inside him.
Over the next few hours, Rob sat back and enjoyed the sensations of his body working to break Ross down. The smaller man's struggles eventually ceased as he was reduced to a thick slurry sloshing around in Rob's stomach.
Finally, with a loud rumble, Rob felt his stomach clench and expel a mass of semi-digested remains into his intestines. He groaned as the thick globs of goo were pushed through his guts.
After a bit, Rob felt the pressure building in his bowels. He stood up, his movements a bit sluggish from the heavy meal, and made his way to the bathroom. Settling himself on the toilet, he bore down and let out a long, meaty fart.
Then, with a wet plop, a small pile of white bones dropped into the toilet bowl - all that remained of his former bandmate and friend. Rob smiled to himself as he flushed Ross's remains away. He had to admit, that had been quite satisfying. Maybe he'd have to make a meal of the rest of the band someday...
Chuckling to himself, Rob wiped and stood up, feeling much lighter. He left the bathroom, already looking forward to his next sizeable snack. The end.