Feeling rather thirsty...

There wasn't a lot of options left to consider, as starting the drain now would draw Kimmy's attention, and the longer the gallons of seed remained in the porcelain vessel the deeper the salty scent permeated the cramped, small room. While the metabolic transmutations brought on by the medicines you took this morning prevented your stomach from feeling the pangs of hunger and eliminated the need for traditional sustenance, the one facet of your digestive system unaltered was your thirst. Looking at the sloshing, viscous remains of Claire, unrecognizable in the tub, an overwhelming parchedness left your throat a barren desert desperately crying to be quenched. Turning on the fan and the iPod speakers you left in the bathroom from prior personal preference to mask your movements and sounds, you knelt down on the carpeted mat and leaned over the rim.

"Hello, Claire." You whispered to yourself, your cock throbbing and grinding against the edge of the tub as you lowered your lips to the surface of the slimy, selectively caustic seminal fluid that was your former roommate. Soft suckling sips preceded deep, siphoning mouthfuls of the heady, aromatic substance as it moistened your gullet in a satisfying deluge of flavor. This was your brand... this was what everything in the world would one day become for you to enjoy, from a reserve like this tub or straight from your churning cauldrons delivered via a prehensile, ravenous anaconda that now shared its pleasures with you. A perfect symbiosis of sexual predation in the most literal of interpretations. The seed tasted just as good now, almost forty minutes after releasing it into the tub and taking your soak as it did drizzling directly into your mouth from the source while enjoying said self indulgent submersion. Time escaped your notice as you closed your eyes and focused on the fluid travelling down your throat and into your eagerly groaning stomach. It might not be purely water, but your body seemed more than happy to sustain its hydration requirements on an improvised protein shake. A logical and elegant solution to a problem of likely increased exertion from an insane sex drive induced from the products. As you opened your eyes once more you saw that 3/4's of the tub was now empty and your stomach bulged out as if you'd swallowed a pumpkin!

With as quiet of a belch as you could muster, you turned on the steaming water stream and left it to run into the remaining cum at the bottom of the tub, creating the auditory illusion of a naturally filling tub over time. You were at a bit of a loss for what to do about the scent signature your escapades had left on the linoleum and tile lined hygiene haven, pondering the possibilities. On the tank of the toilet were several cans of air fresheners of the various fragrances the girls liked. Picking them up and giving each a brief spritz into the air left you surprised. While they were all pleasant enough, they now carried a note of intangible chemical synthesis that felt intrusively fake: offensive even. All three reeked of false pretense; an artificial facsimile of aroma that was at odds with the hot, spiced and earthen notes of the pheromones left upon the room by your scent in the enclosed space. Perhaps au natural was indeed the most effective "cover" for the room's prior usage, and if Kimmy or Allison felt inclined to ask, you could claim it was a new cologne you were trying out! Gone were the days of fake fragrances in this apartment... as gone as the days of having roommates!

"Now then, let's turn these foul things into something sweeter."

With that you brought all three aerosol cans into the shower, stepped in the watered down Claire soup, and undid the plug to allow the drain to wash away the rest of the evidence. One by one you lowered the cans to your cock, which throbbed upright eagerly to devour them. The first, "pine fresh" went in nozzle first, the path of least resistance, and was swiftly suctioned into your pulsing pride until the lower knuckle of the pressurized container was sealed forevermore behind the lips of your cock's tip. The second can joined the first before it had even slipped into your hips from the base of your shaft, adding "spring meadow" to your shaft's ever undulating depths. Waiting for the first two to descend into your balls and clear your "throat" you held onto the last can, "morning dew" and chuckled to yourself. That might just be the perfect way to refer to your breakfasts from now on! Turning the can lengthwise you pressed the label of it against the drooling tip of your erection, now at fifteen inches in length. Just like the brick in the video you watched prior to your purchase, the can seemed immediately held there by the strength of urethral suction alone, and then the flesh began to distend and gape, spreading out in sea-snail fashion to engorge and engulf the latest morsel to cross its path. In a few seconds the breadth of the fragrance dispenser was making a cartoonish, distended bulge travelling down the length of your rod. Then a little warning you'd seen multiple times crossed your mind and a mischievous, kid-in-a-science-fair grin of joyful experimentation tainted by deviance and perversion alighted your visage; "Do not puncture or crush. Contents under pressure." With that warning in mind, the weight of the first two vessels in your balls and the distorted distention in your shaft, you firmly grasped the head of your cock to keep it shut and flexed your hips and sack as hard as you could. With a muffled crumpling of metal and rush of expanding gas the canisters ruptured, their contents rapidly decompressing inside your genitals with no avenue for release. The sensation made your knees shake, as what should have caused catastrophic injury provided mind-numbing pleasure instead. A giddy giggle even escaped your lips as the initial pressure wave was quickly compacted back and incorporated into your seed and the last aerosol dispenser, now crushed like a beer can at a kegger, vanished into your heavy, apple sized orbs and your dick let out what could only be adequately described as an "ate-too-fast" burp.

You finished showering off with your favorite body wash, using the nozzle to rinse off the shower walls of any lingering cum residue, and let your stomach process the excess cum and steadily shrink over the minutes until it wasn't noticeable anymore. You even utilized your new extendable shaft length to coil around Allison's loofah scrubber and properly suds off your back before allowing your cock to devour the loofah, Claire's leftover salon-label shampoo and conditioner, Allison's shampoo, and Kimmy's conditioner for good measure, letting the bottles get crushed and "cum" their contents out as your cock swallowed them. The girls could share haircare products for their evening showers, as they'd have no need for them after tonight. With a satisfied rinse down of the shower once again and an appreciative pat of your groaning, gurgling balls compressing your snacks down to imperceptible bulges, you bundled yourself up in your robe. After toweling off, you carried your dirty clothes in a bundle in front of you, conveniently covering the bulge of your still erect and now once again foot long cock. Kimmy, as expected, came right out and shouldered past you in the hall in irritation, heading into the bathroom without even acknowledging you.

Quickly stepping into your room you put on the baggiest sweatpants and hoodie you had, tucked your cock politely up against your sternum, and extricated the backpack of what were now entirely your possessions. One swift glance down the main hall in the apartment showed Allison's door still closed, the light coming from beneath it. Closing yours and Claire's doors and locking both with your key and the one Claire kept hidden in the secret pocket inside her handbag (that her memories were kind enough to tell you about) you headed through the kitchen and out the front door into the dorm corridor, taking quick strides towards the stairwell. It was now approaching 4:30pm, giving just an hour to finalize and effectuate a plan of action for the evening's festivities.

"got inv'd 2 party @ sigma phi, probs b coming back L8 or 2moz. i'll try not 2 wake u"

A simple lie for those not looking to question any reason to be away from you. Sent from your phone to both Kimmy and Allison's numbers, listed under "roommates" in your contacts. Then, with a sadistic smirk and a little kiss to the predator tucked under your hoodie, you changed Ally's name to "Cum Stain" and Kimmy's name to "Cock Cream" to denote their ultimate contributions to the world: fates wholly decided by your perversion and predatory urges. Then you took out Claire's phone, unlocked it with the passcode she so graciously gave you, and started scrolling through her text chats and socials looking for possible ruses you could pull to get your roommates close enough to "Claire's" cock so that they fell under your pheromone induced suggestibility.