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Room 736 (heavy incest and scat content, with my own twist. Expect farting)

The son was sitting in a room by himself, staring at his computer screen and playing an MMO game. He wore simply a pair of briefs and a loose pair of shorts which he appropriately saw as being his favourite. His mom didn't wear clothes, but that was to be expected. He lived alone with his moth, his father and daughter opting to live in a separate room so that their fetishes and what not wouldn't clash (the son and the mother weren't into what the father and daughter were into, but they all still loved each other, so they visit each other at least once a day). Speaking of which, the mother had been making spaghetti, lasagna, and other thick meals for her son for at least a week now, namely because she'd bought him his own blue, hard rubber buttplug (so he wouldn't have to keep borrowing hers). So as he sat there playing his game, his belly was visably rounded, and the sounds eminating from his backside were quite audible from anywhere in the apartment.

This of course roused the interest of the mother who'd been sitting outside the son's room playing with herself to the sweet music her offspring made. The smell was a deliscious combination of all kinds of italian foods, not soiled by the regular stench of feces (neither of them had much of a taste for the real thing, prefering instead to excrete a facsimile that instead tasted much like their favourite dishes. Chocolate was the usual choice as it allowed the most realistic presentation and the best taste.

As the son had removed the plug some time ago, his anus was quite tight at the moment, having given it time to close up while his mother held him upside down so as to counter act his intestine's urge to push the fecal matter out while the opening was primed for it. Now of course the gas that had entered him in this fashion was quickly rushing out via the puckered hole.

Then, as he pushed with a well practised cheek lift, he felt something more substantial exit his favourite orifice. Or at least, he was sure he did. He shifted a bit and he qould swear that wasn't just hot, lasagna scented air he was feeling. But of course, there was only one way to tell. He reached his mouse arm back and put his hand in the back of his pants. Sure enough, his digits made contact with the very beginning of the payload. He quickly used his free hand to type a "sorry, gtg" message to his friends who all knew what he was doing. He hadn't named his character "shitbox88" for nothing.

Once logged off, he pulled his hand out and admired the dirty smear he saw. A perfect shade of chocolate brown, and the smell of ravioli was thick upon it. He sniffed it first before sucking it off his fingers one by one. And then as he went to wipe the spit off of his fingers he realized he was still wearing his favourite shorts. He stood up and quickly dropped them, prefering not to soil them, but instead just the briefs. As he kicked the shorts across the room, he let rip a juicy one that released more than just methane. He now knew for sure that the moment was here.

His mother was similarly excited by the now quieter sounds she was hearing. Her moment was coming soon. For now though, she was forced to be content with just fingering her woman hole.

"How're you doin' in there?" she asked knowingly and grinning.

"Comin' along just fine... mom..." he grunted and a deep note signaled another lump in his underpants. Had anyone been watching, they'd have seen a surprisingly elastic pair of briefs going quickly from white to brown and stretching far beyond the capacity of any normal pair. Had they not been specifically tailored for this event, they'd have easily torn by now, spilling the load all over.

The son shifted to the left to let another loose and found his pile creeping in between his legs to rest bellow his sac. He sat down on it and squeezed his legs together to squish it further up. His dick was hard of course and it didn't take long for a hand to work its way around his stomach to get at it. He lathered the lumps across it for lubrication as his practiced fingers went to work.

Outside, his mother was moaning quietly to herself. She was deep within her own little world of happiness.

"Mmmmm, what're you doing in there?" she said lustfully.

"I'm shitting myself mom!" he grunted and let loose another log. "You want me to clean up afterwards?"

"Sure honey... lick it all up for mommy... clean your dirty, chocolatey mess up and give mommy those succulent undies..." she was barely balanced on one arm as the other jackhammered her cunny, a large puddle forming under her waist area.

The son smiled and called to his mom. "Okay. Love you mom!"

"I love you too dear." and she came.

Once he finished expelling his waste, it was easily oozing out of its containment and all over the chair and floor. He removed the garment which seemed to almost suction to his excrement as if it knew not to let it drop. He held it up and breathed in the heady small of spaghetti sauce and meatballs. Then he swiftly buried his face in it. It took him all of two minutes to render the pile to nothing more than a heavily stained pair of now brown underwear. His mother opened the door, having heard the sounds of tooting stop and the sounds of slurping begin. She came in just in time to see him hold the pair out to her and kneel down to lick the chair and floor.

Her heart raced, her knees quaked, and she took little time grabbing the briefs from him. She took them and buried her nose in them, adoring her son's anal scent. Then she started rubbing it in her hands. As she did, this activated special glands in her fingers that caused a thick, light blue ooze to be secreted from her fingertips. As soon as it hit the briefs it soaked right in, giving it a minty scent. The italian food smell now only lingered due to the unfinished pile the son was working on, and instead the underwear smelled heavily of toothpaste.

Once it was thuroughly attended to, the mother dropped to her knees and scooted back against a wall. From there she quickly and energetically rubbed the briefs against her crotch. With one hand doing that and another rubbing one of her breasts, she found herself almost gushing cum. But, as with her fingers' secretions, her cum had a scent of mint to it. And it was specifically made to lather heavily when it made contact with the other secretions. So, as one can imagine, it didn't take long for the mother's crotch to be completely sopping wet with sudsy bubbles and what not. She moaned to herself about an exquisite taste of minty chocolate, murmuring about loving to taste things this way. She took a full five minutes of gushing and spurting bubbles all over the place to finally calm down enough to stop and take a breather.

Her son was licking the floor and chair legs like they were candy canes, trying his hardest to get his own work out of the nooks and crannies. So of course he finished at the same time she did. He himself had also been wanking the entire time, a large spattering of jizz having matted the floor. It would dry there, as it had many other times before. They prefered this activity over cum guzzling.

As the son turned to see his mom, she was holding up the now very off white pair of briefs, having cleaned them as best as she could. She held them over to him and he shook his head.

"Nah, mom. They've been through this 7 times now. And they're not even fully white this time. I think that pair's done. You can have them."

His mother nodded in appreciation and quickly slipped them into her mouth and chewed them up for many minutes before swallowing them.

Room 921 (body modification... well, sort of... you'll see)

A headless female body laying sprawled on a bed. The area where one's neck would usually was completely smooth, as if nothing had ever been there. Had anyone seen this body and not realized where they were, they might have feared the worst. But, as the body began to stir under the morning light, it showed anyone watching that things should never be assumed.

To what one can imagine being that fairy tale tune of morning birds chirping, the body rose and stretched its arms. Once it did that, it idly brought a hand up between its collar bones and rubbed the bare area. As it did, it took a breast in its hand and fondled it idly. Apparently this feeling aroused it.

As it did this it deftly, and as if with practice, got up and sat down in front of a vanity mirror, with a strangely soft and fleshy looking blank mannequin head as the focal point. The headless female body put its hands delicately on the blank face and felt its lacking features.

Then its nipples blinked. Opened slowly, and then shut again. They fluttered lightly before finally staying open, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes. The eyes saw the head and focused on it. The head's basic form changed slightly, its cheeks becoming taught against the bones.

As she surveyed the head, she picked it up and put in down beside her, among a number of slightly varied heads. Some with stronger features and what not, and others of slightly less pronounced bits. She picked one up that looked particularly well shaped, and replaced it on the vanity mirror. Then she opened the drawer to the left and rooted through a bunch of what appeared to be stickers. She picked out a pair of round ones and looked at them. They were tapered at the sides, and had a coloured circle in the center surrounding a black one. They were of course eyes. She went to place them on either sides of the central ridge of the face's features, but then she stopped. She had made a different decision for today.

She put the stickers down and laid her hands on the desk area, tapping her fingers. She squinted at the head, wondering how she could do this... interestingly. After a second or two, the head on the table shook lightly as if disagreeing with something, and she put the eye stickers away. She instead pulled out two small mouth stickers and placed them where her eyes would have went. One placed, they molded and fleshed out to become two actual mouths, complete with teeth and tongues.

"And to think I was thinking of putting an extra set of eyes on when my nipples do the job so well!" The mouths giggled in tandem.

She then reached into a smaller drawer and pulled out three small black stickers. She put them on the table and took the nose ridge in her fingers, modling it out a bit into a reasonable nose shape. She then place one of the stickers under the bottom of the ridge creating one central nostril. She then placed the other two on the sides of the nose, creating two other nostrils. As a form of experimenting, she stuck a finger in one of them and dug around a bit. Satified with to light gooeyness she felt, she pulled the finger out and had the nearest mouth lick it off.

From there she took two ears stickers and placed them in their usual positions. She'd found out long ago that misplacing one's ears can wreck havoc on one's balance. Then she removed a wig from a nearby closet, a bouncy black haired one, and placed it on top.

Her mouths grinned as she picked up her head and placed it on her shoulders, feeling that wonderful sensation of her neck base fusing with her body. It wasn't perfectly place, but it was close enough. She then looked at herself in the mirror and noticed that something wasn't quite right... that area above her chin was so blank... what could she possibly put there to make it better? She thought for a second before snapping her fingers and reaching down to her crotch. She twiddled her clit a bit, giggling to herself as she did, before rubbing the bottom of her orifice. As she did, she felt a most interesting sensation. Her hole was peeling off of her body and slowly turning back into a sticker as it did. Once she got enough of it off, she took the edge and held it for a second. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, her mouths breathing in, and her lungs expanding, the whole event giving physics the finger. Then, she pulled it off completely, much like one might remove a band-aid. There was a sudden spike of pleasure, but then suddenly, nothing. No climax. Her heart was thumping, knowing that her now inanimate genitalia were not finished with their fun. She let her free hand explore her now featureless crotch, loving how it felt to have nothing there to touch but skin. It made her heart flutter.

Then, she sighed, and took both ends of the vagina sticker between her thumbs and forefingers. She turned it horizontally and looked at the sticky back of it.

Without giving herself time to think about it, she slapped it on her face and came hard, cum gushing from where her mouth would usually be. It spilled through her fingers and spattered the desk area with many clear circles of moisture. Her hand was soaked, as was her chin. Her body shivered in the afterglow and she licked her fingers clean. She then stood up, surveyed her body and promptly inserted a finger into her own anus. She pulled on it, moving it with utter ease, up and around her body to wear she was now peeling her belly button off. She left her anal opening right around where her navel had been, and put the now "out of use" sticker into a drawer. Grinning, she put her left wrist in front of the opening, grunted, flexed her gut muscles, and lightly tooted. This served wonderfully to spatter a soft strawberry perfume on the area. She brought it up to her nose and found the scent quite pleasing. She removed her head and farted on her cheeks and neck to get the smell where she wanted it. Then she replaced her head, and walked out of the room stark naked, ready for the social event her friend had been planning for a while.

Room 263 (contains: snuffie stuff, cooking, partial transformation, bestiality, and unbirth)

A woman with a well shaped body came out of her room for the morning. She stood in the doorway and stretched, not a stitch of clothing on her. As she stretched, she could feel her more masculine bits awaken as well, coming to attention in front of her. The organ was quite impressive as it normally dragged at her feet when soft. At full length it was more then capable of reaching well above her head. She waited for it to rise up in front of herself, and as it started going by her face, she grabed the head and pulled it to her mouth. She willed it to stop at this length and walked out to the kitchen, peeing in her own mouth in this manner. She used expert control to only expel gulps at a time so as not to drown herself in it. She found the tangy taste to resemble apple juice, as she preferred that flavour to that of actual urine, though it looked similar enough to pass for it.

She entered her kitchen and saw that not only was there dishes from last night to be washed and such, there was also breakfast to be made. She finished off the last bit of piss by holding her dick's head in front of her mouth and letting loose the final stream as if it were a water bottle of some kind. She then wiped her mouth and let her member to fall to the floor, deflated. It made an audible smacking noise, and she shivered a bit at the feeling of a cold tile floor on her penis. She walked the rest of the way, her still wet tip making a squeeking noise on the floor as it dragged a bit behind her. She turned on the tap and the radio next to the sink.

From the other room a dog heard this sound. It raised its head and looked out the door for a second before jumping down from its bed and running out to the kitchen. There stood its owner starting in on the dishes and pondering quietly to herself about what she might want for breakfast. The dog sniffed the floor and quickly found the line of trickled urine left behind by the behemoth log of flesh. Its tongue made quick work of it, cleaning the tiles as it followed the trail. It of course took little time for the dog to come to the source and start licking the woman's cock. She smirked at the stimulation and looked down at her pet.

"Good morning. I see we're enjoying a nice treat there." The woman inhaled sharply as her pet took a chunk of her dick's head from its owner and swallowed it. This simply left behind a bite sized slightly more pink indent in the penis' head, right beside the hole. "And I see we're not wasting any time getting to the main course either."

The dog continued to lick, bite, and swallow its owner's male genitals until a good quarter or so of it was gone and it was no longer laying on the floor, but rather dangling between the woman's legs, the end ragged and chewed, but steadily dripping pre-cum. By now the woman had finished the dishes and had let them sit to dry.

"Good boy," she said, lifting her limp, lovingly ravaged appendage out of the dog's reach. "But you're not the only one who needs to eat." The woman took the remains of her dick and flopped it on the counter. The radio played a local sex show for deviants about how other tenants in the building were spending their day (the ones who don't mind the intrusion of cameras and people watching of course). As she listened, the woman pulled a sharp knife out of a nearby cupboard and used it to cut the roughed up end of her penis off, giving it to the dog to play with. He took it happily, tail wagging. The woman then moved on to slicing the rest of it into even pieces and stacking them to her right. Once she had around eight of them, she let her now significantly shortened penis flop down between her legs once again. It now barely reached her knees.

She set up a small flat grilling appliance and set each slice of meat out on it and set the machine to "pancake". As she watched, enjoying the thought of her own flesh becoming food for herself and her pet (subsequently leaking a stream of pre on the floor from her stumpy softened rod), the slabs all began to flatten and resemble cooking dough. Specifically, you guessed it, pancake dough. She grabbed a spatula and flipped them all at appropriate times, taking in the scent of fleshly made pancakes.

The dog was now fininshed his last piece of dong and was sitting silently by his owner. He looked up at her face, down to her half a penis, and then over at her supple ass and the female genitalia tucked away behind her balls. The dog licked its chops and poked its nose at these orbs, whimpering slightly. The woman looked down at him and rolled her eyes.

"Oh fine, if you're that hungry, you can have one of them. But I get the other one." She smiled at the dog and its tail started wagging. The woman wrapped a hand around her sac just under where it attached to her body and pulled it off with a soft tearing sound. A small burst of cum hit the floor from her now lonely member as she did so, and she brought the equally impressive testicals up onto the counter. She opened the sac up and removed one egg shaped object and threw it across the room gently for the dog to chase, catch, and ultimately devour. The other she took in her hands and looked at.

She then took all of the pancakes that had once made up parts of her penis and placed them on a plarge plate beside the grill. Afterwards, she grabbed her second ball and deftly thumped it on the counter, creating a small but visible crack in the side. As she grabbed the crack, she could feel the outside solidfying outwards and becoming an eggshell as the inside quickly liquified into egg white and yolk. It was quite an impressive egg, covering just a bit more area than the average sized pancake would. It cooked quickly, and she placed it beside her pancakes.

As she grabbed a fork and knife from a drawer with one hand, her other was quickly massaging her semi-stiffy, it being much more reasonably sized when cut down by so much. As she placed the plate on her table, she directed the end of her penis at the pancakes and climaxed, her cum turning into thick, rich syrup. It dripped out quickly and copiously, easily covering the stack of food that had once been a part of that very appendage. Once finshed, she bent foreward and sucked the syrup from her stumpy dick and sat down to eat.

The dog was still munching away on her testical, only half finished with the meal. Where the dog's owner had gotten an egg out of it, the dog was in fact just chewing away on a nice juicy ball. Partially developed cum leaked everywhere, but the dog made quick work to lick it up whenever it could.

It took a half an hour for the woman to finish her meal, the sensations she was getting from the pancakes giving her a hard-on that pressed against the bottom of the table, as if it were trying to connect with the pancakes it now partially was. It dripped pre-cum from all sides, creating one large puddle underneath it.

Once she was finished, she decided to watch some television. She put the stuff in the sink and went into the living room and laid face down on the couch which was conveniently positioned so that the arm she generally rested her head on was facing the television. She grabbed the remote and started channel surfing.

The dog was of course finished its meal by this time and was sniffing around for something to do. It found it on the couch. He hopped up as his owner was finally settling on a movie to watch, and he buried his now throbbing rod deep within her.

She took little notice, having done this hundreds of times with him. The morning was carrying on as it had many days prior; with a morning drink, feeding the dog, doing the dishes, getting breakfast, and then watching TV with the dog. They both obviously enjoyed this time, but the woman enjoyed her shows too much to pay that much attention to her pet at this point, but luckily he didn't need much attention to have fun. He just needed a willing orifice, which the woman gladly provided.

After the dog was done, he was duly tired. He withdrew from his owner and laid on top of her for a minute or two. Then, as if deciding on what to do, he back up and pressed his nose against the slick and gaping opening of the woman's vagina.

Slowly he worked his way inside, wiggling his face back and forth to wedge his muzzle deeper. His owner mmmmed silently to herself, enjoying the feelings of her sex spreading wide. It wasn't long before the dog was in past its shoulders, using its paws and the softly massging ripple of the woman's birth canal to travel deeper.

As the woman's stomach grew, she repositioned her legs so she was more or less laying flat across her gut and the armrest. This made it arguably more comfortable, and gave one of her hands something to do. She rubbed her engorged gut as her dog worked his way deeper and deeper into her.

Soon enough there was nothing left outside of her but a twitching tail and a pair of paws. She grunted a bit and lifted a leg to watch them get sucked in the rest of the way. She grinned, satisfied with the day so far, and went back to watching her shows.

Room 230308 (contains: scat, hard vore, soft vore, anal fisting to an interesting extreme, cock tongue, and a few other things I'd rather not spoil...)

Three girls of different species sat each on a different chair in the living room. There was, from left to right, a human girl of black hair, a female fowl of pthalo blue plumage, and green alligator gal. Each was shaped of their own perfect ideal, and as such, all of them were quite meaty.

They were occupying themselves by switching body parts with each other and seeing how they fit. The human girl found she liked having the tail of an alligator, and the gator herself was enjoying a fun little tooting session via the chicken girl's beak (which was now in place of the scaly's anus). She found she could even articulate the sounds and took about five minutes attempting to fart the alphabet.

The blue avian was merely masturbating the whole time, of course enjoying the spectacle. She especially enjoyed the flavours she was getting from her currently detached mouth (the gator girl had a thing for spicy food, and as such expelled some rather hot gas, and though her feces tasted of a surprisingly elegant meatloaf, its spiciness was closer to that of pure wasabi).

Eventually they all switched back and the gator buried her long muzzle in her bird friend's cunny to help clean her out.

That was when the doorbell rang.

They were room mates. They all lived together. They did have many friends in the building, and they'd all have loved to have some company in their games. But this company was special.

The first hint was that rather than the usual doorbell sound that it would usually make, the doorbell chimed a small snippit of "In the Hall of the Mountain King". The second was the sound of the lights shorting out to cast a rather forboding shadow on the doorway. The second was the way the door creaked ominously as it opened, when it would usually open with little more than a click.

Now, why would these changes be so much more important the changes one usually saw in this particular building? Simply put, anyone can change their own bodies, and anyone can change anyone else's body if given permission... but only one person could change the building itself as well as its inhabitants.

Just then, a white shape grew from nothing in the open doorway. In the darkness a white circle began to appear, developing from the bottom upwards. It stopped at what would've been halfway had it been an actual full circle, and had a thin, jagged line cutting from one side to the other. The whiteness glinted in what would've been one lonely light that had just sprouted from the back wall.

It was, simply put, a mouth with very big teeth. Two teeth, but they were one on top and one on the bottom of the mouth, both serrated cartoonishly. The teeth parted and spoke in a voice that fluctuated between that of many characters in a Pee Wee Hermon-esque fashion. One minute it could be Bugs Bunny, the next it could be Dr. Claw, and then anywhere between Micheal Clarke Duncan and Micheal Jackson.

"Greetings, my fair ladies," it said as Morgan Freeman, "I've come to collect on your rent."

All of the girls' jaws dropped, the avian being stretched widely by this. She in fact emptied her bladder on the gator's face, who didn't seem to notice or care.

Then suddenly, they all lit up. What that statement meant had finally hit home, and they couldn't wait.

The owner of the mouth stepped through the doorway and the building went back to normal. The lights came back on, the door closed quietly, and the doorbell would've rung properly had anyone rung it. It was of course the Ether Bunny himself who'd walked through the door, towering below his tennants by at least a full foot. His head was nearly as wide as he was tall, and his body was slender and straight. He had no visible joints, his limbs bending in whatever ways he saw fit. His small antennae wiggled every now and then, as did his upside-down heart shaped bunny tail. His ears bobbed lightly as he walked, being held down by what some describe as a shower cap, and what others claim to be a toque. Others still say it's some kind of helmet, either of bike or army origins. Currently he walked with his arms literally tied in a knot behind his back, his eyes closed, and nose turned up. His lips were closed and slightly frowning. He was in a snooty mood.

"You girls are late on this month's payment. You were given a room here under the assumption you would pay up on the 23rd of the month and no later." He was still talking as Morgan Freeman.

"But Libby, it IS the twenty-thi-" his arms unwound and he raised a hand to stop her.

"No arguments are needed. You are late in payment, and I am here to collect. Do we all understand?"

The girls nodded, the gator girl once again stretching the netherlips of her feathered friend.

"Good. Now..." and with all the warning of spontaneous combustion, his voice became that of a generic game show host. "... who wants to go first?"

His grin returned and a microphone stand (complete with microphone) sprouted out of the floor in front of him. The girls all sat down in their respective seats and clapped happily.

"Well, it's good to see you're all eager. Now, instead of letting YOU choose, as we all know you ALL want to go first, I'm just gonna go with my own decision. Which would be 'just follow the line'. That puts YOU, oh pink human lady, at the mercy of your super intendent, or whatever the hell I'm called." He tossed the mic and it was eaten by a mouth in the floor, as was the mic stand.

The girl in question got out of her seat and started high fiving the others. When she gave the gator girl a hug, she put her backside out a bit behind her. EB's ever-expressive eyebrow raised as an idea popped into his head.

He quickly jumped in behind her and thrusted his left hand deep into her bowels. She yelped in delightful surprise, arching herself forward against her friend as the arm seemed to crawl ever deeper through her digestive tract. In fact, Libido was stretching his arm so it WOULD go all the way through her body, and was doing a tremendous job of wiggling it the whole way a long so it would excite the girl even more.

Eventually the hand popped out of the back of her throat and waved at the alligator, who was rubbing her clit furiously, watching her friend's belly wobble around with all that movement. Then the hand started to slowly massage the human's tongue, kneading it like dough. After a few seconds, the organ began to stretch and harden. The tip flaired and a small hole appeared. The bottom of the tongue bulged out to form a vein, and the hand gripped the newly formed cock firmly. It proceeded to gently coax the dick-tongue closer and closer to climax.

As this happened, the chicken lady found herself doing exactly what the gator was doing; namely pleasuring herself wildly. She was nipping her own tits and wrapping her clit and nipples around her fingers, stretching them muchly. She crowed periodically.

EB kept working that organ, and as he did, he was pulling back on the girl's body in general, making her spine contort backwards into a crescent shape. Soon enough, her waist had not moved and inch, but she was staring Libido dead in the navy-blue eyeballs, though obviously upside down. This forced contortion and stretching of her body was causing her to moan intensely, the pleasure becoming almost too much. EB watched as cum dribbled into the girl's nostrils and sat there. He then winked at her and opened his mouth wide.

It should be known that the ever generous Ether Bunny never asks for money as payment. Only food. This obviously proves to be a much more enjoyable way to pay.

It should also be mentioned that he happens to live either in any room he feels like spending the night in, or in his lofty penthouse apartment that stares off into the ever-changing void of whatever it is in this place of anything and everything that seems to have only a vague connection to our own world. It's really quite a pretty view, showing so much chaos and pure artistry that Libido himself has been brought to awed tears many a time just by looking out the window for a minute or two. He frequently masturbates to it, finding it inspires his own sex drive almost as much as the stuff he does to his tennants.

Speaking of which, the human girl has just climaxed, spraying her tongue-cock juice into EB's stomach, since he managed to swallow half of her while I was off blabbing about unimportant details. I apologize, I'll try not to do that anymore.

The small 'toonish rabbit was suckling feverishly on the girl's flesh, enjoying the furless flavour that would generally come from cooking his meal properly before eating it. "But really," he'd say in a rather rich sounding voice, "who has time for that THESE days? FAR too many payments to collect in a day to bother worrying about cooking and cleaning and all that fancy jazz."

As his meal slid deeper and deeper into the bowels of his throat, his arm was wiggling madely as it retracted itself in a manner not unlike a tape measure. The girl's toes were moving erratically, obviously due to the great enjoyment this feeling gave her. Once removed from the woman's back door, the arm quickly shot its way into the gator girl's mouth and wiped itself on her tongue. Then it slithered back out and regained its normal length, just in time to push the rest of the girl in.

Now, anyone watching would have noticed the Ether Bunny's body did not bulge at all from the meal. This was mainly because he sometimes just liked to relieve all sense from what he was doing all together and give a good "fuck you" to physics and what not. Ever a playful scamp he is.

Once his meal was effectively packed away in his stomach, EB patted his belly and lifted a leg to let loose a loud fart. Whether he did this or burped was really a matter of what he was in the mood for. At this time he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flairing gigantically and creating such a magnificent force that the gator girl was torn from her chair and ended up vagina to nostril with the little purple weirdo. Libido blinked and looked at her, noticing that she was effectively suction cupped to his face. This of course sparked another idea in his head, and his other nostril swiftly disappeared in a flash of brilliance.

All he could small was slimy fish and the heavy pheremones of an almost constantly sexually active female. It drove his mind crazy, and it simply wanted more. So he inhaled again.

The gator girl was feeling up her breasts as her crotch was vaccuumed clean by the nose of someone much smaller than herself. She found this strange new thing to be quite invigorating. Her cunny was expanding grossly inside EB's nostril, and it felt so unfathomably sexy.

Another inhale caused her to actually get sucked deeper, her legs bending backwards a bit as a result of this. Yet another broker her legs altogether, causing her to climax in orgasmic pleasure equivalent to the amount of pain we would feel in the same position. The Ether Bunny's brains went into overdrive from this, and he gave a tremdous intake of breath through his nose. The gator girl screamed in surprise as she was suddenly hanging upside down from EB's nostril which was now resting comfortably underneath the girl's scaly breasts. Her feet and tail were effectively behind and just above/bellow her head (depending on your perspective). The blood rushing to her head made her all giddy and giggly, and her arms were now dangling towards the floor. Her vision was spinning from all the sudden movement.

Libido was panting hard, catching his breath from all that time without any actual air in his lungs. After a minute or so of this, he prepared himself for the final inhale. He planted his feet firmly and posed himself in your average dragon Ball Z "chargin' mah lazar" pose. He then exhaled very slowly.

The inhale was as quick as it was vicious, and the gator girl could be heard for a split second, yelling happily in surprise as she disappeared fully into the respiratory system of the Ether Bunny. She landed softly in his right lung.

Libido licked his lips happily and patted his chest, enjoying that unorthodox meal. He then turned to the bird and saw that she effectively torn her genitals via her beak (which she had pulled off and was using as a rather violent dildo). He smirked and tickled some of the gashes, causing her to giggle and cum a bit. He then got himself another idea, and pulled her forward until she was kneeling on the floor. He then laid down in front of her, closed one eye, and stared at the floor beneath her ravished hole. Soon that spot began to raise up in a conical shape and inserted itself inside the bird girl. As the floor rose up and into her, it got much, much wider. The tearing in her loins was stressed to the point of ripping straight up her stomach. She of course was in a euphoric state from all of this, and was weakly tweaking her also damaged breasts. Her beak was laying on the floor like something out of a Daffy Duck cartoon. It was gasping and saying small things like "oh god, oh god yes," and "pierce me, tear me open you dirty, carpeted floor." As the intrusion reached her neck, her head rolled to one side. A bump then appeared just under her collar bone and continued toward the ceiling.

The Ether Bunny was letting his feral self take over and was sniffing the ribbons of flesh hanging from the evergrowing warp in the floor boards. He nipped every now and then, even.

Then suddenly, the floor stopped. But only for a second, as it then grew a small point on its tip and shot upwards. This effectively tore the bird in two, and she fell to the floor in two pieces. The floor itself then fell back to its original height... namely, floor level... floor floor floor-ity floor.

The Ether Bunny was walking around on all fours and sniffing at the wiggling body parts, examining them as if wondering how to go about it. The beak was breathing deeply, but it managed a few words.

"Eat me... do me... bite me... chew me..." (NOTE: NOT A U2 REFERENCE)

And so, EB took a huge chunk out of the body section without the head. He chewed it roughly, making garrish noises as he did. He spent particular attention on the breast and the torn half of her genitals, finding that the more he did, the juicier it got.

Once he finished with that half, he went back over and sniffed at the bird birl's beakless head. After a few seconds, he turned around and flagged his botom in the air. As the head looked up at the pink pucker the hovered above it, its eyes widened in surprise to see teeth like EB's usual ones sprouting from the sphincter. He then sat down on the fowl's face and much chewing and biting was heard. He sat there panting, eyes half lidded as his bum chewed away on her body. It took only a few minutes before it was suckling away on her ankle. EB stood up straight and clenched his cheeks, sucking the last bit in. He walked over to where the beak was and simply popped it in his mouth like a candy. He found that it crunched quite nicely.

As he walked to the door, he lifted a leg now and then to let out a good fart. Just before he got to the door, he found his last toot blew more than air. He looked at the small brown lump on the floor and bent over. He let a massive one go and blew shit all over the back wall. It splattered everywhere, but three particularly large bits were easily noticable. Namely because they were each in the shape of a different female. One was a human shape with chunks of black hair, the next was a female fowl with pthalo blue plumage stuck here and there, and an alligator gal with green scales interpersed in the feces.

EB finished it up with another fart that was followed by the thunk of a beak landing at his feet. He then promptly left.

"Oh... wow..." the beak said, its tongue lolling out.