Disposal: No Scat

"Remember Diane." her mother said as she held her tight in her arms, tears running down her face. "This pain will pass. Remember what your father said to you.. You will always be waiting for that amazing thing to happen in the future that will be the key to your happiness. The key to solving your problems or recovering from grief. But you cannot sit around and wait for it to come. But this is it. Your life is right now. Life continues to be a series of right nows. So learn to love your life right now, and you'll have an amazing life."

"I remember Mommy." she responded through tears to her mom." I always will."

Her Mommy smiled then pulled her closer. " I know you will. I love you."

Its Britney Bitch. Serleena gasped, bringing her back to reality. She looked to her side. The sound was coming from her communicator. Slowly she reached over and looked the screen.

"Incoming call from Amy." Serleena cooed, reading off the screen.

Slowly she picked it up and placed to her ear. "Hello?"

"Diane, where the hell are you? We are in Mission's waiting for you. You better not be dead in a ditch or sleeping on some guys dick. " she heard Amy yell a little loud at her. "Don't want that on my conscious."

"Sorry babe, I just got a little hungry and needed something to fill me up. I'm just down the street. It will take me a sec to get there." she answered slowly rising to her feet, belly hanging over her panties, the perverts chunks digesting inside.

"Since when do you care about eating on a night out hahaha." Amy sniggered down the phone at her.

"Since now Babe." she replied whilst slowing tapping her distended gut, rubbing it slightly. "I can be there in a few minutes babe, I'll see you at the bar."

"You better you fat bitch hahaha." Amy sniggered at her. "See you soon." The communicator stop transmitting.

"Just as I find a decent guy to eat, I get called to a social convention, " she grumbled to herself whilst tapping her belly "and you will draw me too much attention."

She eyed the dumpster. "Guess this is your lucky day Hun." she sniggered before walking over to the dumpster.

She pushed open the lid, the smell of rotting food hitting her nostrels. Well, here goes she thought.

A bubbling sound emerged from her belly, as the contents start to be **** up her throat, make a large lump. Her neck expanded out as the contents travelled up and up. Her cheeks ballooned out before the inevitable happened.

MMPH

Gurgle

SPLAT

She looked at her waste in the dumpster. A pile of bones, blood, undigested meat, scraps of clothing and what looks like a communication device and wallet.

"Goodbye old meal. This was fun."

Serleena eyed her dress hung over some old boxes and her boots to the side. She reached for the dress and slowly slipped it back on. She then slipped her leather thigh high boots on just as quick. With her appearance back to normal, she walked down the alley back to the street, emerging where she was dragged away moments ago.

9 minutes later.

Serleena entered Mission's nightclub, paying the entrance fee. Her eyes scanned around and noticed a bar near the entrance. Standing there a tall redhead woman. Briefly probing her memories, Serleena knew this was Amy, Diane's friend. She was accompanied by two girls she did not know, as Diane had no memories of them.

She walked over to the bar, scanning the nearby humans on the way. Big and short guys, scantly dressed women, conservatively dressed women, some nearly naked, men struggling to stand as they weaved around. This place was unusual.

"Yo Diane, over here" Amy shouted and motioned to her. She was intoxicated as she was weaving a little. Diane quickly walked over and joined them.

"This is Victoria and Becky," she said as she pointed to her two companions. "Friends from work. Victoria, Becky this is Diane, my bezzie one way back and a pain in my ass." she sniggered.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you both." she greeted in a formal manner.

"Yo." Victoria said, forming a piece of symbol before taking a shot from a tray.

"Very nice to meet you too Diane." the other, Becky, said in a flirtatious manner. She was eying her up and down. "Love those boots of yours, they suit you".

She is looking at me the way I look at my prey Serleena thought to herself. A sign of sexual attraction?

"Enough of this, lets shake our asses to this sick tune." Amy motioned to the dancefloor.