The low, red light cut through the heavy foggy smoke that surrounded the patron seating of Crossroads, the clouds curling around the floor, the gold curtains softly shimmering in sequence with the low jazz playing on the radio. The best way to describe the bar was elegant sleaze. There was clearly order and an odd charm, but like many a bar in Japan’s lowly red light district of Shinjuku, there was an odd air of discomfort and untrust. The drunken mumbles of salary men, and the high pitched voices from call girls crept down the stairs into the dive, but was quickly hushed by the clinking of glasses, as the proprietor of the joint made her nightly rounds of preparing glasses for the next potential customer.
 
 
Lala Escargot sighed gruffly to herself as she placed another glass on the back wall behind the bars counter, a nice assortment of various bottled drinks waiting to be poured pairing with them. It was just another Thursday night for the bar owner and operator, and she was honestly quite happy with how calm the evening was going, considering the occasional ramble that sometimes came in and caused a commotion of the quiet watering hole. A few heavy footsteps signaled the arrival of the evening’s mainstay: Ichiko Ohya.
 
 
Ohya was equal parts best friend, and lovable nuisance to Lala, as Ohya trotted down, a defeated sort of hunch to her shoulders, her usually rosy cheeked and perky face hung low. Ohya was easily Lala’s best costumer, and while Lala did like to be an emotional rock for Ohya, Ohya did border on the whiny of things, especially after she downed a few drinks. “Evening Ohya” Lala said, getting a mug ready for the eventual steady stream that her known newcomer would undoubtedly order. “Ah! Lola-chan!” Ohya said, raising her voice and putting on a cheerful act, one that the older women saw through as she watched the bob haired, casually dressed girl take a seat at one of the counters swivel chairs.
 
 
“Fill her up Lola!” Ohya said, her face bearing a grin much too wide to be natural, and Lola saw through this, scratching the stubble on her chin with her purple colored nails. “Dear, what’s troubling you this evening?” Lola asked, a legit concern for her friend grumbling out in her gruff, barely hidden masculine voice as she passed the watered down drink over to the depressed looking women, knowing how much she could drink, and not wanting to have her over do it too quickly.
 
 
Ohya took a sip from the drink, and shot Lola a playful glare after tasting the clearly tampered with drink. “I appreciate the concern Lola-chan, but I am paying for the real deal here” Ohya said, her look one of annoyance as she took another swig “You don’t pay your tab often enough to say that” Lola muttered smiling at the fire in the younger girls words. “As for what’s wrong, just a shitty day” Ohya grumbled, swirling her drink, wishing that Lola hadn't done her the favor of saving brain cells.
 
 
“Oh? What’s so bad about it? I bet it wasn’t that bad!” Lola chimed, shaking her hips to the rhythm of the song on the radio. “Well… Fine, really, it wasn’t THAT bad, just more of an annoyance… I could have had such a big case, but nooooo, they want me to report on some dumb, bimbo of a model!” Ohya huffed taking another taste of her drink, Lola looking over at her, and after finally hearing the real reason why she was in such a negative mood, rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t sound too bad Ohya…” Lola said, her tone that of a mother trying to calm a child. After another moment of mulling over a few more tastes of the brew, Ohya bared one of her signature smiles “You’re right! There might be free booze!” Ohya said, loudly, Lola not sure if this was just Ohya being herself, or if the drunkard of a women forced the alcohol to have some sort of effect on her, but regardless, Lola just shrugged and smiled as Ohya downed the last few drops.
 
 
“Ahhh! Lola! Put that on my tab! I have to go prepare for tomorrow's shoot and interview!” Ohya proclaimed, shooting out of her stool and onto her feet, a triumphant, if not slightly redder face taking that of the one that was moments ago depressed. ‘Alright dear, you have a good night, okay? Good luck with everything tomorrow… I’m here if you need me” Lola let her words follow as Ohya marched her way back up the stairs to the streets of the sin filled Shinjuku, Lola whispering a silent prayer that she didn’t screw anything up during her assignment.
 
 
The morning sunlight trickled in through the open window of Ohya’s messy bachelorette pad. Empty cans of cheap hundred Yen beer and newspaper clippings, along with printed out photos were scattered around the main living room, and on the brown sofa laid the full on unconscious reporter. Ohya grumbled as the crackle of papers slowly being blown across the floor, and her soft phone alarm started to cause her to stirred. “Ugh, I don’t want to get up…” Ohya moaned to herself, the annoyed grogginess staining her voice like the small, but fairly obvious stains on her couch from all the take away and booze.
 
 
Ohya, without a further moments notice, bolted up like a shot of whiskey being taken by a virgin, quickly glancing around her room. “Shit… SHIT! What time is it?!” Ohya scrambled and grabbed her phone, which had fallen to the floor, and winced when the bright lights of the phone penetrated her eyes. “Oh thank God!” Ohya exclaimed as she sunk back into her resting place, the fear of it being later than she imagined it being leaving her body as the clock that read “9:30” fell back to the ground, Ohya rolling over, trying to let her mind fully enter into the conscious world. Although, with a whiff of herself, and where she had been sleeping, Ohya started to get up again. “Time for a shower.”
 
 
After around forty five minutes or so of cleaning herself up, and looking for a fresh, or at least the freshest pair she had around, of clothes, Ohya was ready for her day. She made sure she had her camera, notepad, and wallet, and locked her apartments front door behind her, as she made her way out of the building. Ohya slowly made her way through the crowded streets oh Tokyo, checking her phone every few moments to make sure she was headed in the right direction of the modelling office. It took the panting journalist another ten or so before she finally found the building itself, and collapsed her way through the spinning doors, into the lobby.
 
 
“Can I help you?” The bright and cheery receptionist asked, as Ohya made her way over to the check in counter, looking around at the reception room. “Uh, yeah, my boss should have called in about me coming in… My name is Ohya Ichiko?” Ohya stated as she watched the well dressed women tap a few things into her keyboard. “Ah, you’re here for the afternoon shoot, correct?” Yet again, Ohya’s tired face was met with the possibly acted enthusiasm of the opposite facing female. “Please take the stairs to your left, and head straight until you see the door labeled green room, okay?” Ohya nodded at the directions, and made her way up the stairs, and into the green room.
 
 
Ohya, who had just been the face of boredom earlier, immediately sparked up once she was able to take a glance around the room. Booze, sandwiches, and any other food you could name were scattered across the various folding card tables propped up near the far side of the wall, with some couches and chairs in various sitting positions. Ohya sped her way over to the help-yourself bar, and started stalking up on various drinks of different origin.
 
 
Ohya ignored the red cups, and just grabbed a few bottles, along with a nice long sub sandwich, making her way over to one of the black leather couches, leaning back into it, and kicking up her feet. “Heh, maybe this won’t be so bad!” Ohya thought to herself as she decided to treat herself while she waited for the girl or girls she was supposed to interview. With a loud POP, the cap to the alcoholic beverage was cracked open, and a loud gulping sound signified that the binge had begun. After her long sip, Ohya rubbed her wet lips against her shirt to get off the dribble on her chin, and took a nice bite of the high quality sandwich she snagged, chewing loudly. Like a beast, Ohya chugged and chewed, interspersed with noisy belches and stomach rumbles as she devoured her food like a college student, ripping into the fully packed package that was the sub.
 
 
After the second foot long sandwich was packed away into her gut, Ohya felt like, in her hazy brainscape, that it would be best for her to unbutton the top of her pants to give her stomach some breathing room with how full it was getting. After another taste of one of the various beverages, Ohya let out a low, growlish burp as her tummy jiggled. To put it bluntly, she looked like a completely unprofessional slob, and she was lucky that no one had walked in on her in her current state. Not that it mattered to the women who was slowly getting more and more red in the face, and gassy from both ends.
 
 
Without even the potential of Ohya being able to get herself even the slightest bit cleaned up, a jossle at the door signalling company rang around the room. “Hello? I heard that there was someone here for me?” The voice that called into the room was bubbly, and full of a cheery spunk, as the owner of the words made her way in. Now standing inside the room was the basic definition of beauty: a tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, Japanese supermodel, with just the subtlest hint of caucasian mixed in with her appearance, wearing some plain, but effective jeans, and a red school letterman jacket.
 
 
Ohya didn’t even bother turning her head to look at the new arrival, instead just slouching back more into her seat, the chipper voice digging into her scalp, the alcohol clearly not helping attitude to the girls entrance. “Oh! Hi there!” Ohya was spotted, Ohya fighting the alcohol and forcing a smile, her cheeks rosier than a horny boy losing his virginity. “Hiiiiii, I’m Ichiko Ohya, and I will be the one interviewing you today!” Ohya beamed a smile that showed her surprisingly white teeth, and gums, off to the fullest extent.
 
 
Ann stood there, an embarrassed blush on her own face as she tried to avert her gaze from looking at the muffin top and black panties of the clearly intoxicated women in front of her. “Nice to meet you! The names Ann Takamaki!” Ann grinned, sticking out her hand to shake Ohya’s, who shook it back, just really wanting to get back to drinking away this whole dumb gig. “Ann, cute name” Once again, you could use Ohya’s fake smile as a solar panel with how much sun it collected. “Alrighty, so, you’re gonna ask me questions and stuff?” Ann started over to the other couch, the one not covered in food crumbs and brand new messy stains “Uh huh, yeah, and take pictures of course” Ohya having a genuine smile on her face when she really put the thought of the work she was doing into her head. “You’re a reporter, and while this job may not be what you wanted, you got free beer, and money from this!” Ohya thought to herself, sitting across from Ann.
 
 
Ohya started off the interview with the click of her pen, and started asking the usual questions she would ask, while Ann was answering each question, Ohya took a swig (and that’s putting it kindly) of her drink, seemingly finishing off a can after every other question. Hiccups, belches, and crumbs followed every question, and it was clear that Ann was starting to feel nauseous at the sight of the adult women getting absolutely hammered in front of her, a nice firm beer belly forming where the soft sloshy muffin top had been.
 
 
“U-Um… You sure you should be drinking that much?” Ann asked, a nervous smile crossing her face as she avoided visual contact with the fastly growing pile of cans and food wrappers. “Huh? Why you ask?” Ohya slured, her eyes baggy and bloodshot as she hiccuped. The alcohol clearly took a hold of Ohya’s mental state, and wasn’t letting go as she slowly rocked back from side to side. Ohya was a seasoned drinker, this much was true, but as Ann noticed, from looking at the various labels, over to the refreshment table, there was a good deal over thirty cans of various sizes and brands emptied.
 
 
After a another moment of Ohya just staring at the clearly uncomfortable girl in front of her, Ohya let out a belchy laugh, one that made even Ann, the type of girl who would out burp the guys in some cases, reel in disgust. “What, you never sheen a woman dhrink?” Ohya asked, her eyes squinting as she looked closer at Ann, who was tensing up in her seat. Ann was used to having the occasionally pervy guy making the off color comment, but for some reason, this disgusting drunkard of a women was setting off even more alarms. “Um, I think I should get going, those answers should help you with your article, and I’ll have the magazine send over some of the-” Ann tried to get up and leave, but Ohya beat her to the punch of standing up first… However wobbling Ohya might have been.
 
 
“Where dya thunk you’re goin’?” Ohya tried getting out, her eyelids trying their best to remain open, one pupil slightly larger than the other, her body taking up that of a cliche drunk as she pointed at the ever more insecure girl in a near standing position in front of her. “M-Maybe we could reschedule?” Ann tried, her voice having that of a child pleading with their parents to get out of the situation they might be in. The notion of having to come back made Ohya let out a nasty snarl, the noise of the growl coming from her mouth, slowly transitioned into her paunchy stomach itself letting out a grumble of its own.
 
 
“Fuck…” Ohya grunted as she clenched her stomach with her hands, her fingers digging into the deep patch of flab that was her once-filled stomach. Ann glanced from the source of the hungering beast, and hopefully looked over to the concessions table… Only to realize that the drunk bitch had eaten literally everything the studio had to offer. “Maybe you should go home and get something to eat?” Ann suggested, just wanting to get rid of the haggard women. Ohya only heard the word “eat” as her inebriated brain started to form vile and disgusting thoughts as she looked over the shivering blonde in front of her, Ohya’s pink tongue dragging over her dry lips as Ann looked oddly more and more tasty by the second. “Eat huh?...” Ohya slowly got closer to Ann, who, while already being able to smell the fermented overtones on breath, was now getting hit with a tsunami of boozy scents molesting her nose.
 
 
“God... “ Ohya mumbled, her mind was racing with all sorts of alien thoughts, those of the blonde in front of her being stuffed into one of the sandwiches she had just consumed, swallowing her down into her stomach… Ohya, completely unaware to what she was doing, was getting closer and closer to the cowering Ann, drool leaking from her hungry maw. “O-Ohya… What are you-” But Ann was cut off, Ohya taking the girls skewed advice, and starting to eat. What was Ohya planning on having for a drunk snack? A main course of sweet Ann Tamaki.
 
 
It happened within a single second, with one moment Ann being able to see the room and surroundings she was occupying, the next being able to see nothing dark reds of interior flesh and mouth. “W-What the Hell?! Let me go!!” Ann shrieked, her fists coming up and trying their best to hit Ohya in any way they could, but with a drunks strength, Ohya just shrugged off any blow the well manicured fists brought. Ohya was sucking on Ann’s beautiful and makeup face like a bar peanut, lapping her tongue over every inch of the models features, the various beauty products and sweat made for an interesting, and surprisingly pleasant taste.
 
 
Despite the thwacks from Ann not really hurting, they still annoyed Ohya to no end, like an obnoxious gnat begging for attention, Ohya did what any violent drunk might do to someone they have locked in their grip (even if this time the grip was their mouth): Knee them. It was a swift action, quick, and Ann (literally) never saw it coming, as Ohya’s knee met Ann’s stomach, knocking all the air out of Ann’s struggling body, as she gasped loudly inside of Ohya’s mouth, tears swelling in her eyes as she tried to breath again.
 
 
“Thank fuck that put a stop to the swatting!” Ohya thought, as she took advantage of the girls state of shock, scooping up another swallow, bringing Ann’s decently sized chest into her mouth, the top of Ann’s letterman getting drenched in saliva. Ann was having trouble recovering any breath she might have been able to, and this was made all the more difficult by the fact that her face was practically saran wrapped shut by Ohya’s throat skin.
Ohya grimaced at the taste of the felt and leather the jacket consisted off, doing her best to yank it off of Ann, wanting to taste her naked flesh. After a few moments of Ohya trying her best to work with her impaired motor skills, she finally managed to get the jacket off entirely, only being left with a light pink bra covering Ann’s succulent chest. Ohya actually didn’t mind the oddly soft sweet flavor of the covering, as it gave off a cherry sort of taste, that complimented Ann’s almost tooth achingly sweet cakelike taste.
 
 
Ann was practically suffocating, the skin around her face pulsing, and only giving her a second to intake the smallest amount of air when it untensened to bring in another wave of swallow motion. Ann’s mind was nothing but the screams that she vocally couldn’t get out, her eyes were red from the rubbing of her flesh on the insides, and just how much she was crying. None of her friends were here to help here, and no one else was coming into the green room since she was done for the day. She could only hope that by some stupid fate someone would come rescue her. Before she could let out another silent prayer or plea, another violent gulp sent her further down, her perfectly sculpted nose bending the wrong way, a small crack, unheard by Ohya who was too loudly slurping on her meal, called out, Ann wailing as her horrendous trip continued.
 
 
Ohya’s uncontrolled brain got bored by just sucking on the two domes of meat, regardless of how good they tasted, so Ohya sent more of Ann down with a gluck, wanting to receive some more new tastes as she made her way past the perfectly toned cream colored belly, all the way down to her jean covered lower half. “Ugh, more clothes!” Ohya grimaced at the thought about how the pants would taste, and managed to pull them off with even more ease than she had the jacket.
 
 
Ann felt the cool air of the breeze wash over her uncovered ass, along with Ohya’s sticky food and drink covered fingers grope their way onto her butt, sinking into her thick as. Ann cringed as Ohya’s middle finger hooked its way into her asshole, before the cool feeling quickly turned into that moist warmth of invasive tongue. Ohya’s red and squinting eyes immediately shot open the moment her tongue met the lower meaty lips of Ann’s clean shaven private regions. The sweet and salty taste was something otherworldly paired with the taste of alcohol, and Ohya couldn’t get enough of it, sticking her tongue deep into the folds of flesh.
 
 
Ohya’s dilated red blood struck eyes were completely out of sync as they rolled every which way, Ohya starting to wobble not only from misbalance, but by the fact that her brain was rendering all her energy to taste and pleasure nerves. Ohya was licking the now inflamed pussy like anyone would a lollipop or other hard piece of candy, her rough tongue getting a reapply of moistening with every lap, although this caused Ann’s cunt to start and chafe, not that Ohya cared in the slightest bit.
 
 
Ann was sobbing, her vagina aching out in pain, only leaking sex fluids because of the motions and as a response, the rest of her not feeling any sort of joy or relief from the molesting rape of Ohya’s piercing tongue. Ohya gave one final thrust with her tongue, as she felt Ann’s lower muscles and legs tense up and start to quiver as a nice gush of clear juices started to flow their way out of Ann, and down Ohya’s throat, Ohya slurping each sip of nectar down like a hard drink.
 
 
If Ann wasn’t already having easily the worst (and soon to be last) day of her relatively short life, it was about to get a whole lot worse. The cum that Ohya had swallowed washed its way all the way down to her stomach… Which meant it was on a crash course with Ann’s broken and beaten face, various bruises growing due to how tight the muscles were against her flesh, a red stream going down her misaligned nose. “O-Oh God” Ann sobbed mentally to herself as a faceful of sickenly sweet cum splashing right into her face and eyes, a hoarse cry only made things worse as some of it got into her mouth, making her gag even more. After that, Ann learned that keeping things she didn’t want to sting closed was her best option. This saved her eyes, but she could feel it oozing over their lids, making her shudder and whimper.
 
 
With the overabundance of new flavors rocketing into her mouth, Ohya lost balance completely and fell right back into the dent her body had made in the soft couch, preceding to make a deeper one as she came crashing down, her teeth closing together: digging deep into Ann’s legs.
 
 
A cruel Gods luck is the only word to describe the fact that Ohya didn’t just sever Ann’s leg with her accidental bite. Ohya didn’t particular care or notice the bite, but she didn't notice the screams coming from Ann, who could feel the sharp incisors dig into her like one of the sandwich’s Ohya had been consuming. Ohya decided that it was time to stop playing with her food, and gave a final swallow, slurping Ann’s limp legs down, the taste of copper hitting her mouth, making Ohya wince at the strange invasive flavor.
 
 
Ohya quickly took the rest of Ann’s body within, and gave a few gulps, Ann completely entrapped inside of Ohya, whether it be her throat, or her gut, Ann was nowhere visible in the outside world. Inside, Ann’s body was slowly and painfully getting compressed, her ribs, arms, and chomped legs, small cracks croaking out from her body, her body not fully knowing what to do with all the damage, only allowing her to make gasping sounds as her chest was pushed in by chest muscles.
Ohya was drunkenly feeling her dripping tits, something that happened frequently whenever she got drunk, but they weren’t the only thing leaking, as her cunt was starting to stain through both her underwear, and make a dark spot on her jeans. Ann’s bulge was very obvious, trailing down her body, from the top of Ohya’s smooth neck, down to her slowly bulging stomach. Ohya was in a blissful state of being completely unaware of what was truly happening, with the main thing on her mind being just how good it all felt. Drown sadness? Why drown yourself in booze, when you can drown a high school student in both it and your own stomach acids.
 
 
Ann’s head finally had entered into Ohya’s stomach, and the smell immediately penetrated Ann’s nose, causing her to spit up a bit of vomit at the reeking nature of the mushy remains of sandwich and all the bear that was stewing inside of the voracious drunk. It was a shame for Ann that she had vomited as early as she did, because with a soft “No” her head was splashed right down into it, along with the oatmeal like mush. With a few more strong sucks, Ann was nearly completely inside of Ohya’s gut. Ann quickly twisted her body as best as she could so her position would be that of fetal, instead of allowing her back to be snapped in two like a twig… Although the potential quick death that would have brought would have been a blessing to Ann, compared to what was soon to come.
 
 
Already half of Ann’s body was covered in mulch, the vile matter of contents starting to burn and worm its way into her open leg wounds, Ann clenching her teeth as she felt the acidic residue from the booze and the the stomach bubbles caused her already sore and irritated cunt to flame up even more. “P-Please… Let me out…” Ann truly didn’t have the plead, and she most certainly didn’t have the strength to argue, but she tried, hoping that the women would snap out of the drunken craze and let her out somehow… This hope was dashed, as she felt a harsh patting hit the back of her skull.
 
 
Ohya blew out a belch like a ring of smoke, grinning, her cheeks the brightest color of red you could possibly imagine, her lips snarled into a smile that true drunks would know. She patted her full gut, little burps followed out with each little pat. Ohya wasn’t fully aware of the fact that a human was slowly dying inside her, but her corrupted mind didn’t make her care either, especially since her luls of joy and stomach gurgles basically drowned out the pleas to her drunken ears.
 
 
It was a true shame that Ann had never paid attention in school, especially in science, or maybe it wasn’t, since the poor uneducated slacker wasn’t fully aware at just how horrific her death was truly going to be. But she started to feel it, feel it creep up her body that was covered, especially in the bite marks on her lower legs. It felt as though her wounds were trying to close themselves up, but for as much as it was doing this, the burning just got worse and worse.
 
 
The booze was fighting itself: it recognized Ann as a meal, and was trying its hardest to absorb into her to preserve Ohya’s brain cells and keep Ohya from getting anymore drunk, but it was also trying to disinfect the wounds that Ann was progressively getting. Not to mention the stomach acids taking its rightful toll on its meal. Ann was shaking, her body trying to go into shock, but the burning kept snapping her right back to her Hellish reality. “F-Fuck! IT BURNS!” Ann shrieked, as she couldn’t feel her toes, only feeling a sandbagish feeling of pained numbness. In truth, Ann’s feet and some of her legs were already gone, dissolved, with some of her flesh lingering around in the rest of the indistinguishable mess.
 
 
Ohya was just rubbing her gut, her finger lazily rubbing her clit as she just kept letting out small clouds of gas. Totally oblivious, Ohya missed the jiggle at the door of a new entry. Standing in the door was a brown haired girl, adorned with a baby blue dress,her hands on her hips like a pissed off mom at the grocery store, and glasses perched up on her forehead to match. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?” The snobbish girl snapped, a snarl cut into her face perfectly.
 
 
Ohya heard the voice, but chose to ignore it, continuing the fun game of poking Ann in different places, Ann letting out soft sobs of pain with each poke to her slowly melting body. The girl walked over to Ohya and gave off a disgusted gasp as she saw the sagging gut of the slob of a women ruining the couch. “Uh, I asked you a question bitch…” Mika snarled, looking at the humanlike form imprinted in Ohya’s tummy. Ohya just looked at her, her face adorned with a stupid smile as her mouth opened wide and let out a belch that could rival that of an Earthquake, the new arrival gagged.
 
 
Inside, the ever weakening Ann heard the girls voice, slight hope returning to her ever ending world. “M-Mika… Is… Is that you Mika?” Ann choked out, her hands trying their hardest to keep above the rising swamp. Mika’s ears perked up after she heard Ann’s voice “Ann… Ann Tamaki?” A second of shock slowly turned into a smug smile and a nasty voice as Mika cocked her hips to the side “Did this bitch eat you?” Mika tried her hardest not to just laugh. Whoever this woman was, she has just done Mika a huge favor. “Y-Yes… P-Please… Help me” Ann pleaded, but her words were like the sweetest chocolate to Mika. “Help you? Why the fuck would I want to do that? With you out of the picture, I can FINALLY be top model” Mika snickered, checking her phone for any new messages.
 
 
“I-I thought we were friends…” Ann tried to get out, but the tears and current acids chewing away at her fair chest were making her choke even harder. “Friends?! Hahahaha!” Mika sputtered out laughing, her words hurting Ann harder than any of the acids that had dissolved her flesh. “I would say don’t make me laugh, but you already did!”
 
 
Ann’s face was an ever growing blank canvas, her body having absorbed a good deal of the alcohol, and as such, effectively killed most of her brain cells, just enough mental energy to fail at begging for her life to be saved. Ann couldn’t truly feel anything below her upper chest, her legs had been stripped, and like a stew, the bones were there softening. Her lower stomach had also been eaten away, and the acids were now making quick work of her bust, and were trying their hardest to kill her off to start the final segments of digestion.
 
 
As Mika stood around clicking on her phone and laughed at texts from random men, an annoyed expression crawled onto Ohya’s face, who was trying digest her meal in peace. With just another moment, Ohya was pushed over the edge as she grabbed Mika’s arm. “Hey, what the-” But a quick covering of Mika’s head with Ohya’s still hungering mouth shut the gossipy girl up, Ohya swallowing up Ohya as quick as could be, not caring about the girls thrashing legs, or even the clothes she was wearing.
 
 
Ann was ready to die in peace, or, whatever peace she could why being boiled alive by the hot liquids that had turned her fatty breasts into nothing more than just that: more fat. But the universe wasn’t going to grant Ann this wish, as before she could close her eyes, Mika’s shrieking face, and seconds later the rest of her body slammed into Ann, splattering the soft girl all around like a pack of hamburger being thrown against the sidewalk. Ann Tamaki was gone, her friends would never find out what had happened to her, she would never get to see Shiho wake up, Morgana would never get to confess his feelings, and she would never get to confess her feelings to her love. She was just now going to paint the inside of Ohya’s gut until she was shat out.
 
 
Mika whimpered, not so much about the fact that she had effectively killed Ann, but more so that her dress was ruined. “Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING COST?!” Mika screamed, her throat already feeling the effects of the heavy smog of death. But Ohya wasn’t listening, instead, she just unstably kicked her legs up onto the table, and laid back even more, letting her drunk body drift off to sleep.
 
 
Inside Mika was thrashed around, Ann’s bones cutting into her, getting a sort of revenge as they tore her expensive dress, and caused the alcohol to start the same burning sensation the deceased Ann herself had felt. Mika just whimpered, trying to think of being the only thing she had ever worked towards: a model. “Y-You can’t be pretty as shit…” Ohya sobbed, as she sunk into the gore filled gut, her bones being bleached of any meaty content.
 
 
Ohya drunkenly slumbered, but unlike most of her depressed late night binge naps, this one was incredibly pleasant, her brain felt well rested, and she didn’t stir at all. Through her nap, the receptionist came in to see the now much larger stomached Ohya, but quickly, and quietly closed the door, knowing full well she wasn’t paid anything close enough to fuck with the women who had last been seen with two models, the receptionist just heading to the bar to get herself a drink to forget the bloated horror of a gut she saw.
 
 
It was a late Tokyo night by the time Ohya got up, but it fully took her a second to realize three things: One being that she didn’t have anything even close to a headache, in fact, she felt absolutely great. Two was that somehow, all those sandwiches had made her super fat, her pants feeling tighter than cutting handcuffs, and that three? She REALLY needed to take a shit. The interview completely wiped from her mind that moment, as she pulled herself from her formed sleeping space, and waddled her newly padded body over to the rooms closed off bathroom.
 
 
The plastic toilet seat was incredibly smooth and cool to the touch of Ohya’s now incredibly puffy ass, as her new bottom spilled slightly over the side. “Fuck me, did I really eat that much?” Ohya tried racking her brain. She didn’t feel like she had a hangover, but she still felt like she was forgetting something. A loud trumpet like sound echoing around the bowel brought her attention back to the present situation, as she grunted, a few more squeaks mousing their way out her anus, before a gust of wind was silenced by a brown, thick piece of shit started to spill out her asshole.
 
 
Ohya bit her lip and gripped her thighs as she pushed, grunting and sweating as it just spilled out, the waste seeming to feel like it was never truly going to end. At random points, certain chunks felt lumpier and more firm, as the crap piled up. Ohya tried to flush the toilet, but it was to no avail, as the toiled made a sputtering sound as it tried and failed to get rid of the ever growing mountain of waste.
 
 
Ohya had to stand up and squat as she felt the heat from the load near her asshole and cheeks. Finally, after tens of minutes, and Ohya hearing the shit splat onto the ground near the side of the toilet, she felt something catch in her ass, signifying that at least she was closed to the end. With a hard push, that Ohya could only guess felt more painful than giving birth, two round logs plopped into the pile. Unaware to Ohya, that she had just disposed of Ann and Mika’s soft skulls.
 
 
Ohya didn’t even want to look at the pile, as the smell of it was telling to how bad it was alone. Ohya pulled her jeans up as best as she could (which in all honesty wasn’t that far up, only getting to a little below her panties) and quickly shuffled her way home, the cover of night thankfully helping her avoid any curious eyes. “Fuck I need a drink” Ohya muttered to herself after she got home and weighed herself, cringing at what the scale read.
 
 
Back in the bathroom, in the steaming pile of turd was soft pieces of bone and torn and burnt clothes, the most noticeable being Mika’s (once) stunning blue dress. The two skulls that had belonged to the gorgeous super models just wore a shitty frown as they sat there, forgotten about. Well, at least until the horrified and confused janitor found them.