The Tally Hall band members had been on a long tour together. One evening, after a particularly grueling performance, they were unwinding backstage. Ross Federman, the drummer, was relaxing on the couch, his shirt off, enjoying a cold beer. Joe Hawley, the lead vocalist, sauntered over, his tall lanky frame casting a long shadow in the dim lighting.
"Hey Ross, that was a killer show tonight," Joe said, plopping down next to his shorter bandmate. "You were really bringing the heat on the drums."
Ross smiled, taking a swig of his beer. "Thanks man, you sounded great up there too. The crowd loved it."
Just then, Rob Cantor, the guitarist, walked into the room. "Hey guys, what's up?"
"Not much, just chillin' after the gig," Ross replied.
Rob glanced around, noticing Joe was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Joe?"
Ross just shrugged. "No idea. He was here a minute ago."
Rob frowned. "That's weird. He didn't say where he was going?"
"Nah, he just disappeared," Ross said nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink.
In reality, Ross had swallowed Joe whole just moments before. The petite drummer had always fantasized about consuming his tall, dark-haired bandmate. Earlier that night, he and Joe had made a secret pact - Joe would let Ross eat him, knowing the drummer's voracious hunger.
When Rob had left the room, Ross had made his move, opening his mouth impossibly wide and engulfing Joe's head. The vocalist went willingly, a thrill running through him as he felt his body stretch Ross's throat obscenely. He had trusted Ross completely, knowing he would emerge unscathed thanks to the drummer's endosoma ability.
Now, Rob was growing more suspicious by the second. "I thought I saw Joe come in here. Are you sure you haven't seen him?"
Ross swallowed loudly, feeling Joe shift in his stomach. "Nope, haven't seen him since he left the stage actually."
Rob's eyes narrowed. "Weird. Well, if you see him, tell him I'm looking for him, okay?"
"Sure thing," Ross agreed, wincing slightly as Joe's elbow jabbed his ribcage.
After Rob left, Ross let out a sigh of relief. He stood up, feeling the heavy weight of Joe sloshing around in his gut. The drummer rubbed his distended belly, grinning. "You okay in there, Joe?" he asked.
A muffled reply came from deep within Ross's stomach. "Yeah, I'm good! That was intense though."
Ross chuckled, slowly making his way to the bathroom. He locked the door and stood in front of the mirror, marveling at the massive bulge protruding from his middle. With a grunt of effort, he heaved Joe back up his throat and out of his mouth. The vocalist tumbled to the floor, gasping for air.
"Whoa...that was crazy," Joe said, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "I could feel your stomach churning around me."
Ross smiled down at him, patting his still distended belly. "Endosoma, baby. Keeps my food from getting digested."
Joe stood up, brushing himself off. "Well, that was fun. But maybe next time we do it when Rob isn't around, yeah?"
Ross nodded in agreement. "Definitely. Wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea."
The two musicians left the bathroom, Ross's secret hunger sated for the time being. Little did they know, their little escapade had only whetted the drummer's appetite for more. In the days and weeks to come, Ross would find more opportunities to indulge his insatiable desire, always careful to keep his true nature hidden from the rest of the band.
But for now, Ross and Joe rejoined the others, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They laughed, drank, and swapped stories, two men bonded by a dark secret only they shared. The unspoken understanding hung between them, a twisted thrill they would both revisit again soon.