It all began on a fateful tour night after a show. Ross sat slumped over
his drum kit, sweat-soaked and exhausted. As he caught his breath,
he noticed his bandmate Zubin Sedghi, the blue tie bassist, stretching
nearby. Ross's stomach rumbled ominously.
 
Zubin, ever perceptive, approached Ross with a smirk. "I could hear
your stomach from across the room. Didn't you eat at the catering
before the show?"
 
Ross's eyes flashed with a manic intensity. "Doesn't seem to be doing
much for me though. I'm still so...hungry."
 
Zubin shrugged. "Well, there's not much else we can do now. It's late,
the kitchen's closed..."
 
Ross's gaze snapped to Zubin, pupils blown wide with ravenous lust.
"I think I know how to satisfy my craving though."
 
Zubin took a step back, suddenly uneasy. "What do you mean man?
You're starting to freak me out."
 
Ross rose to his feet, cracking his knuckles. "I mean that I'm going to
eat you. That'll fill me right up."
 
Zubin barked out a confused laugh. "Is this a joke? Because it's not
funny."
 
Ross advanced on him, towering over the smaller bassist. "I'm dead
serious. I've always wondered what you'd taste like."
 
Zubin stammered, "You can't eat me! That's insane! I'm your
bandmate!"
 "Ah, but you'd be the perfect meal," Ross purred, hot breath washing
over Zubin's face. "Nice and lean, tender bassist meat. Mmm."
 
Zubin scrambled to run, but Ross snatched him up effortlessly.
Holding the thrashing blue tie bassist in his arms, Ross tipped back
his head and unhinged his jaw to an impossible angle.
 
"ROOOOSSSS! No!" Zubin cried, struggling mightily. But the
drummer's grip was iron.
 
With a wet, obscene slurp, Ross engulfed Zubin's head in his
cavernous maw. The bassist screamed as he was dragged deeper,
instrument still strapped to his body. He thrashed and kicked, but to no
avail.
 
Ross gulped and swallowed, Zubin's shoulders, torso, hips
disappearing down his gray tie-adorned throat. Bulges rippled down
the drummer's esophagus as his bandmate was drawn into his
gurgling stomach.
 
"Mahh mahh mmm mmm," Ross groaned in satisfaction, patting his
distended belly. He could feel Zubin squirming inside him.
 
After several minutes, the last of the bassist's legs vanished between
Ross's lips. The drummer licked his lips with relish.
 
"Ah, now that really hit the spot. I should've eaten you ages ago."
 
Ross's engorged gut gurgled and churned, digesting the struggling
Zubin into nutrients. The drummer belched loudly, settling onto his
drum stool.
 As the night wore on, Ross's stomach clanked and gushed around his
former bandmate. Zubin's struggles grew weaker as he was steadily
broken down into sludge.
 
When the first hints of dawn peeked through the stage curtains, Ross
rose with a groan. His stomach had deflated significantly.
 
"Time to let out Zubin's last bit," he sighed. The drummer shuffled
offstage to the tour bus bathroom.
 
Seating himself on the toilet, Ross undid his pants, revealing a gray
adult diaper underneath, soaked through with Zubin's digestive juices.
 
With a grunt, the drummer's abdomen swelled and the diaper bulged
between his cheeks. A deluge of brownish sludge gushed from Ross's
backside into the diaper.
 
"Ungh, that's a load off," Ross grunted as he bore down, Zubin's
liquefied remains flooding his diaper. The hot mess soon saturated the
offensive gray garment.
 
With a wet splat, a half-digested blue tie plopped into Ross's lap - the
last recognizable piece of the bassist.
 
"And there's the last of you," Ross said with a chuckle, gathering up
the tie. "I'll have to keep this as a memento. My good bassist turned
into so many pounds of shit."
 
Rising on wobbly legs, the diaper-heavy drummer waddled to the
mirror. His reflection stared back, still drenched in sweat but looking
immensely satisfied.
 Ross turned to the side, running a finger along the outline of his
diaper-clad posterior. "I've got to admit, I filled out a diaper pretty
nicely. Maybe I should start wearing these all the time."
 
Tucking the blue tie into his pocket, Ross lumbered off to his bunk to
sleep off his voracious meal.