The Tally Hall band members had always had a close relationship, but little did anyone know of the dark, secret desires lurking beneath the surface. One fateful evening, Joe Hawley and Ross Federman found themselves alone in the recording studio, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls.
 
Ross, his heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness, approached Joe with a trembling voice. "Joe... I have a confession to make. I... I want you to swallow me whole. I want to be consumed by your body, to feel your insides envelop me."
 
Joe's eyes widened in surprise, but a mischievous grin soon spread across his face. "Well, well. It seems my dear drummer has some unorthodox fantasies. How could I possibly say no to such a willing little snack?"
 
With that, Joe opened his mouth wide, his throat expanding to an impossible size. Ross, his mind clouded with lust and desire, eagerly stumbled forward, allowing himself to be engulfed by Joe's awaiting maw. In mere moments, Ross had been swallowed whole, his body sliding down Joe's gullet and into the depths of his stomach.
 
For a while, Ross revealed in the wet, pulsing heat that surrounded him. His body was compressed and squeezed, the walls of Joe's stomach contracting around him in a rhythmic massage. But just as he began to lose himself in the sensation, he heard a voice echo from outside of Joe's body.
 
"Hey Joe, what's up man?"
 
Ross's heart sank as he recognized the voice of Rob Cantor, their guitarist and songwriter. Panic gripped him as he realized the
 
predicament he was in. Before he could ponder his fate further, he felt Joe's body tense and then with a mighty belch, Joe regurgitated Ross in one swift motion, sending him tumbling across the studio floor. Ross landed in a crumpled heap, his clothes soaked with stomach acid and his body aching from the sudden ejection.
 
Rob stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "What the hell is going on here?"
 
Joe quickly cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, uh, Ross was just... uh... looking for his drumsticks. Yeah, that's it. He was looking for his drumsticks and I was helping him search."
 
Ross, still coughing and sputtering, managed to nod weakly in agreement. Rob narrowed his eyes suspiciously but seemed to accept the flimsy excuse. "Well, whatever. I'm just gonna grab my guitar and head out. Later guys."
 
As Rob left the studio, Joe turned to Ross with a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that, man. I guess I wasn't expecting company."
 
Ross, still trying to catch his breath, managed a weak chuckle. "It's alright, Joe. I know it's not every day you get interrupted while digesting someone. But next time, maybe we can find a more private place to indulge our little appetite, huh?"
 
Joe nodded, a hungry glint in his eye. "Definitely. And next time, I won't let anything stop me from savoring every last bit of you."
 
Ross shivered at the thought, his body already aching for the next time he could be consumed by his bandmate's insatiable hunger. Little did they know, their vore-filled adventures were only just beginning...