Andrew's in a daze. He finds himself walking backwards from the bathroom down the hall to his room. His hand seems to move of it's own accord to open the door. He realizes that the towel around his waist is tied in the back so it hangs open and Chris can see.
"Fuck, I'm still hungry. Isn't one of those pizza guys your friend--Tony the guy who works for Luigi's?"
"Yes-s-s," Andrew stammers he realizes that Chris the demon in his ass is controlling him, he reaches for his cellphone, and scrolls down to Luigi's and speed dials the number.
"Good I feel like a little Italian," he says.
"Luigi's! Can I take your order?" the voice on the other end asks.
"Yes-s-s," Andrew struggles to resist. His throat is dry, and suddenly, he is speaking normally, but it's not him. It's so weird he's listening to his own voice, but he cannot control it, "Hey, this is Andrew over at Stonewood, I was wondering if you could have Tony bring about 20 assorted pizzas over for lunch. I'm having a little party. A sort of house warming...and could he bring a keg of beer too?" There is a pause.
"That'll be $359.28," the voice on the other end said.
"Here's my credit card," Chris said in Andrew's voice pulling the card from Andrew's wallet and reading the number, id code, and expiration. Then he added, "Could you have Tony make the delivery, tell him he's invited to the party too, thanks!"
Chris smacks his ass lips greedily, "One Italian salami to go! Haha, now for the entrees for after the antipasto!"
Andrew watches in horror, as he proceeds to dial and invite his various friends from the dorm. He looked at the clock it wasn't even 11, so he grabbed a towel again and headed down to the shower room, he waited behind a curtain with his back to the curtain so Chris could see his prey through the crack between the wall and the curtain.
"Durphy, you stink!"
"Alright, I'll take a shower, but you'd stink too if you spent any time at the gym!"
He tossed off his clothing on to the counter next to the sinks and headed for the showers, as he went by Andrew and Chris' curtain. Andrew spun around and kneed the naked muscle man hard in his genitals. There was a horrible popping sound. Durphy gasped and fell to his knees.
"As long as you're down there, give me a rim job!" came a voice apparently from Andrew's ass. Andrew spun around to reveal Chris and his fangs lunging and devouring Durphy's entire head before he could do anything. His mighty arms pounded on Andrew's back and thighs, but the venom oozing into his neck wounds from Chris's rows of fangs was already immobilizing the young athlete. Chris stretch Andrews ass muscles painfully wide, Andrew groaned in pain, and Durphy's shoulders were swallowed up Andrew's ass. Andrew looked down in horror as he could see Durphy's pained face outlined beneath his abs. It took an agonizing 20 minutes, but as Durphy's toes disappeared, Chris burped and a fart passed Andrew's lips.
"Ah, a healthy snack," Chris said, "Now let's get back to the room to wait for our Italian to be delivered."
"You can't be serious, Chris, you just ate two fullsized men! How can you possibly eat--" Andrew grabbed his throat unable to speak.
"The question was rhetorical! You only speak when I let you, got it Andy Puppetboy?" Chris said leading Andy backwards down the hall again.
"Andrew?" asked one of his neighbors Tim as Andrew walked passed him backwards.
"Oh, a new exercise for the calves," Andrew blathered, under Chris' control, "Say, Tim, I didn't have your number, but I'm having a party at noon in my room, if you and Jimmy are available? Beer and pizza."
"Beer and Pizza! Count me there, Andrew. Huh, exercise for the calves?" he says taking a few steps backward before tripping on his flip flops. "I'll tell Jim."
At 11:20 am, Chris is getting tired of Andrew trying to speak, so he decides to gag him. Andrew is surprised to fing both his hands violently jacking off his cock.
"What gives, Chris?"
"I can't eat you yet, Andyboy, but I thought I'd see what you taste like, and shut you up at the same time."
Andy gasped as he was forced forward, his mouth opened with his tongue extended, and on to his own hard cock. He could hear his spine pop as it bent farther than it had before, and his organs felt crushed by one another as he swallowed most of his cock.
Chris and Andrew's tongues moved in unison making a smacking sound.
"Hm, blander than I expected," said Chris.
The door opened slightly as Tony wheeled in a wagon/cart with a keg of beer and a high stack of pizzas.
"Uh, Andrew? The door was ajar, oh, man I didn't mean to interrupt," Tony said seeing naked Andrew on the bed.
Immediately, he pulled his cock out of his mouth, and got up. He reached for a towel, but Chris retained control of his vocal chords.
"No prob, Tony, let me get you your tip. You're staying for the party right?"
"I was planning to but if you need to get dressed, I can come back in a little while," Tony said.
"Oh, c'mon, it's my coming out party," Andrew said slamming the door, "Let me give you a bj--I was just practicing for you."
"Oh, man, that wo---oon't--" Tony gasps, as Andrew under Chris' demonic possession squeezes Tony's cock hard enough to make it swell. Then he pulls down his sweat pants dropping to his knees and devouring the Italian delivery boy's cock and sucking it with all his might. Tony begins to enjoy himself, and blows his load.
"Ready to stick your salami up my ass, Tony?" Andrew asked spinning around.
Tony gasps as Chris' fanged face emerges from Andrew's butt and sinks its teeth into his hard straight cock. The venom works quickly, and Tony sways with a glazed stare and his swollen tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"Ah, immobile but not anesthetized. Tony can feel, see and hear everything that's happening to him. Now for my Italian salami and meatballs," chortles Chris biting off the plum at the end of Tony's cock. Blood spurts into Chris' gaping maw, and he quickly wolfs down the rest of Tony's cock. At the base of the cock he munches one testicle and then the other.
Andrew is horrified to be Chris' puppet voice, "Oh, yeah, I love eating tomatoes ripe off the vine!"
There is a terrible snapping sound as Chris folds Tony in two: back to thighs, shoulder to calves. He procceeds to eat Tony alive using his fanged teeth to rip Tony's flesh and drawn him slowly into the maw in Andrew's butt. Tears are flowing down his cheeks as his feet and head finally go where the sun doesn't shine.
Andrew who was doubled over in pain and horror stands and farts a blood splatter on to the wall. He grabs a towel to wipe away the Tony's blood. Then he pulls on a kilt from Chris' closet and a University T-shirt. He pumps the keg, and Tim and Jimmy are the first to arrive. He hands each a beer, and offers them pizza. A steady stream of folks arrive. Jimmy's been at the keg once to often and passes out on Chris' bed.
Andrew can't help himself, he sidles over and flips back his kilt and sits on Jimmy's face. Jimmy struggles briefly, then lies limp as Chris devours him alive. Standing up, Chris spits Jimmy's class ring out of Andrew's ass, and says, "Andrew, as a room mate you stank, but I have to admit you got good taste in friends."
Nobody notices the fang marks in the keg after Andrew sat on it while chatting with some friends, but after that everyone seemed to get a bit woozy as they drank more beer.
Andrew is sobbing as he looks at the torn clothing and the bloody mess where his friends had been only a few hours earlier. "I can't believe you ate everyone, you monster! URP!" He covers his mouth and blushes.
"Yeah, Tony was tasty, but Italian always gives me gas," Chris agreed.
With great difficulty Andrew pulled his huge fat ass off the floor, and waddled toward the door. He was a bloated jabba the hut like figure of a man. He had to weigh at least 800 lbs probably more.
He was breathing hard and sweating heavily as he ran his hands over the layers of flab on his body.
"Man, I really have to shit!" he groaned as his stomach rumbled like a full subway train. Full? he thought. Oh, yeah, full. He sobbed.
"Too much shit for the toilet," Chris muttered thoughtfully. "Go down to the basement!" he ordered.
"The base--mment," belched Andrew, "that's too far!"
"GO!"
The elevator was beyond the restrooms. It took Andrew nearly 10 minutes to get his huge ass down the hallway. He had to stop for breath every few feet. He pushed the elevator button and sat on the bench while he waited. The steel legged bench groaned and collapsed dumping Andrew on to the floor. The elevator doors opened, and Chris made Andrew crawl into the elevator for his ride down into the basement. The elevator lurched under Andrew's new bulk, he looked up at the capacity sign "2500lbs" he couldn't weigh that much could he?" He pushed the SB subbasement button, and heard the cables groan as it lowered him to the bowels of the dormitory.
Chris belched. And to his horror Andrew felt gas rising in his throat, and covered his mouth. But he couldn't hold it in. A loud smelly fart exploded from Andrew's lips. He was terrified by what else might emerge. He could feel a dense slimy substance rising in his throat.