The three individuals, Rob Cantor, Joe Hawley and Ross Federman, were deep in the throes of
passion - a wild, debauched menage-a-trois. The air was heavy with lust and the room smelled
of sweat and sex.
Rob, Tally Hall's guitarist, was naked, straddling Joe. His thick, veiny shaft was plunging in and
out of the drummer's tight rear passage as he rhythmically thrust his hips. Rob's head thrown
back in ecstasy, lost in the sensation of his frenzied coupling.
On the other side of Joe, his bandmate's lanky body hazy and distorted from the sheen of
perspiration, Rob spied the strumming guitarist's face, slack and entranced. A bead of drool
escaped the corner of his mouth. Rob felt an intense urge rising up from deep in his core. His
throat rumbled with a guttural moan.
Rob opened wide, his jaw unhinging with a sickening crack. Spittle oozed over his thick lips as
his maw distended obscenely. He angled his gaping mouth towards Joe's face. The guitarist's
eyes fluttered open, their blue depths glassy but gradually focusing on Rob's cavernous orifice
looming over him.
Rob swallowed hard, his throat muscles undulating as they worked to expand his esophageal
tract. He felt it ripple and pulse, readying to engulf Joe's head. Rob's tongue lolled out, glistening
strings of saliva connecting it to his bottom lip. He exhaled shakily through his nose, fighting to
keep his airway open despite the intense desire to snap his jaws shut around Joe's skull.
"What...what are you...?" Joe asked with a moan as he watched the discoordinated, sloppy
movements of Rob's mouth and tongue with growing trepidation. "Don't...you...don't..."
Rob just shuddered, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he gave in to the consuming
compulsion. His mouth stretched to an impossible width and he chomped down, teeth sinking
into Joe's face. Joe let out a muffled scream that was abruptly cut off as Rob's lips met around
the guitarist's head.
Rob gulped audibly, loudly slurping and swallowing as he felt his gullet muscles squeeze and
massage the bulging mass of Joe's skull. His throat visibly expanded, veiny tentacles of flesh
rising across its surface as it struggled to incorporate its increasingly weighty load.
A gob of mucus flew from Rob's nostrils as he squeezed his eyes shut and convulsively
swallowed. The pressure was immense but he felt no pain - only an all-consuming pleasure as
his esophageal muscles contracted in rhythmic waves to draw Joe deeper inside.
Rob engulfed Joe's head, his cheeks bulging around the firm, hot bulge of his bandmate's skull.
His jaws wrenched open to their utmost limit and with a sickening squelch, the tip of his nose
instead emerged through the seal of his lips. The tip of his snout pushed into Joe's slick mouth
as he sucked in the other man's head up to the nose...
  His throat clenching, then relaxing, allowing the next gulped swallow to begin compressing the
yielding mass of its contents. Rob could feel Joe's eyes rolling wildly and the guitarist's mouth
stretched in a silent shriek around his probing nose. The humidity and heat of Joe's mouth was
almost unbearable. Rob fought the urge to gag as he pushed deeper, his nose vanishing
between the other man's straining lips.
As the tip of Rob's nose emerged from the back of Joe's throat, he could feel the wet heat of the
guitarist's stomach waiting beyond. He couldn't restrain a hoarse groan as his lips sealed
around Joe's neck. Drool poured over the trapped man's shoulders as the seal around his neck
became absolute.
Rob's head lolled back, his chin rising in the air as Joe's skull hilted in his throat. The pressure
was immense, but he could feel the other man's body begin to compress. The temperature
within his neck skyrocketed from the negligible heat of Joe's flesh. He could feel the drummer's
hands beating at his chest but he paid the weak struggles no mind.
His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly as his neck muscles worked to push Joe deeper. Rob could
feel his stomach gurgling below, sloshing with anticipation as it prepared to accept its
ignominious meal. The bulge of Joe's head popped past the constriction of Rob's collar with a
lewd squelch. It dipped down into his chest and a coil of pressure tightened like a vice around
the drummers shoulders.
Rob's eyes rolled back in their sockets, fluttering open to reveal glassy, unfocused pupils. His
jaw dangled slackly, spit pouring from it over Joe's compressing shoulders as his body fought to
incorporate its unasked for meal. Joe's arms vanished between his lips, swiftly followed by his
compressing torso.
Rob's shoulders jigged and bounced, heaving with the effort of his gluttonous feasting. He could
feel the pressure within his stomach intensify as it struggled to accommodate the sudden influx
of firm, meaty flesh. It stretched with a audible groan, audibly sloshing as it churned around
Joe's ribcage and hips.
Ross, still speared on Rob's raging erection, could only cling on as he watched Joe disappear
into the other man's neck with a mixture of horror and perverse excitement. The drummer's eyes
darted back and forth between the undulating bulge of Rob's throat and the writhing,
increasingly engorged sack of his stomach with each swallow of his bandmate's expanding
girth.
Rob grunted, his voice a strangled, guttural mess as he felt Joe's legs vanish past his lips. Only
the drummer's splayed feet remained, jutting from his mouth in a lewd parody of a tonsorial. Rob
squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his throat bulge with the pressure of Joe's compacted body.
He could feel the guitarist's head squishing against the base of his esophagus, smearing his
stomach with ichor.
  His lips rippled around Joe's feet before smacking shut with an obscene lewdness. Rob
groaned, his back arching as he fought the intense pressure building in his abdomen. He could
feel his stomach bulge with the weight of Joe, its skin stretched drum-tight around the shape of
the containing body.
The pleasure was beyond words, a carnal ecstasy that consumed Rob's every sense. His cock
lurched within Ross, pumping a torrent of molten seed into the drummer's insides as it erupted
in a flood of feverish passion. At the same time the first gouts of viscous fluid poured over his
tongue and down his gullet as Joe's body began to break down within his stomach's acidic
confines.
Rob gurgled, his voice a guttural mess as he swallowed reflexively. His midriff visibly undulated
as his stomach worked to churn Joe into a slurry of nutrients. The guitarist's body dissolved at
an incredible pace, his flesh sloughing away to leave only a skeleton and a dense coil of organs.
Rob grunted around the protruding cage of ribs, his abdominal muscles visibly flexing as he
worked to pulverize the last fragments of Joe's skeleton. His stomach wall pulsed and rippled,
the contained space shrinking as he absorbed Joe into his body.
Soon only a dense, viscous fluid sloshed within his belly, its churning motions becoming slower
as he finally completed his grisly meal. Rob let out a final, guttural belch before his stomach
contracted with a final pulse and then fell still.
His eyes fluttered open, their blue depths now sharp and intense in the aftermath of his kill. Rob
took a moment to collect himself before turning to Ross, his voice a gentle, post-coital purr as
he leaned in close to nuzzle the drummer's cheek with his lips.
"Tasty," Rob murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl in his chest. "Let's do that again
sometime…”