You go out to "dinner" with Alice

The thought of another meal to satiate your unending starvation is very appealing. Not only that, it's a convenient way out of your old life now that your roommates are suspiciously missing (and much stickier than expected) and to absorb your way into that auburn cutie's life. You get ready in your favorite body of Claire, already feeling nostalgic for your first meal, and make sure you grab a bite to eat from the fridge on your way. Opening the fridge, your subconscious and very gluttonous scepter forces its way out of Claire's juicy sweatpants and starts devouring as much food as it feels like in the fridge. While certainly an interesting way to eat your greens, the sweet memories, DNA and emotions of lust-addled or terrified people are far more delicious than any conventional food. With a satisfied burp, both from yourself and your snake, you leave the apartment for the final time, having emptied and creamed its occupants and their belongings in a most satisfying way.

Leaving the apartment complex, you make your way to Alice's one-person apartment. You remember the area she told you she lived in, since it was one of your considerations before realizing the cost was way beyond you at the time, but the walk will be a short two block journey. Your mind races at the thought of consuming every cute girl or guy that dares pass a creature as dangerous as you on the street as you make your way there, but your willpower resists. The mere thought that everyone around you assumes normality is enough of a satiating turn-on for your sadistic mind. Your cock, underneath that baggy varsity jacket marked "Sebastien," has coiled you in **** anticipation for a meal, grinding its length along your body, leaving you covered in your potent stench to easily seduce Alice. You were particularly fond of your serpent coiling around Claire's E-cups and massaging them. In no time at all you make it to Alice's place, ready to strike again, as your cock returns to its hiding spot in Claire's sweatpants.

You knock on the door and exclaim with almost suspicious friendliness in your own voice "Hey Alice, it's me!"

"Coming down!" You hear her voice, muffled from the inside of the apartment. You pre-emptively unzip the jacket to reveal your musk-empowered body as "Claire," and with no hesitation, your cock eagerly bursts out and, unfortunately, tears open through your first sperm donor's sweatpants because of it's newfound strength. "Oh well," you think to yourself, "I'm sure Alice has plenty of replacements." As she eagerly opens the door, you only give her a moment to take in the hermaphroditic apex predator she thought was a normal guy she met at a coffee shop, staring open-eyed and slack-jawed, albeit visibly turned on as your musk still affected her from earlier, before immediately pouncing on her, slamming the door shut behind you and bringing her in for a deep, sloppy kiss.

After the satisfying make out session and her initial resistance beginning to fade, you slowly guide her to her couch, much like you did to Allison, and bring her to her awe-striken knees. From there, you let your massive horsecock plop down upon her face to maximize her intake of musk. Before long, you can feel her heavy, exasperated breaths, licks and kisses upon your beastly shaft. Plopping your fat Claire ass down upon the couch you let her worship your cock again, this time you let it wrap itself around her juicy frame, wrapping up and then down into her throat for simultaneous masturbation and fellatio. Entirely compliant to her predicament, she allows herself to be used as an impromptu sex toy for your massive schlong, eagerly rubbing itself up her frame and further down her throat, before finally ejaculating the remaining liters of semen from the fridge food you metabolized into seed towards her belly. After a satisfying minute and a wet plop, your cock pulls out from her throat, but does not undo the constriction, looking back your way as if awaiting orders for churning. In this moment, you also take out your phone from your discarded sweater, ready to sadistically videotape your fourth meal and her eagerness to please.

"Oh Alice, you've been a real fun gal, but how's about you let my friend here make a meal out of you, dissolve you into a few gallons of thick cum and render your body, mind, memories and DNA to me for my own discretion?" Unable to do anything else, Alice nods vigorously and huskily moans:

"FUCK YES, DO WHAT YOU WANT TO ME MISTRESS!!!"

You giggle mischievously at her, satisfied with how convincing the stolen body of Claire is in hiding your originally male form, lean in for one final kiss, and with that invitation, your beast lunges at her head like a snake with prey and swallows it whole with a single wet, horrible and squishy sound. Your cock takes it's precious time once more, swallowing her waspish waist and D cups inch by inch, eventually her entire body disappearing down your shaft. Just as your previous upgrades suggested, each of your new individual cock muscles take time to massage her full body, working her down surely but slowly and enhancing the ungodly pleasure for the both of you. Thoroughly pleasured, moaning and covered in pre-cum, Alice finally plops down into your ravenous cum tanks, your mind racing with eagerness at the inevitability of her assimilation, punctuated with your own heavy breaths.

Instead of lazily chewing your food, this time you take a more active role in the digestion, proudly looking down at the wriggling balls stuffed full of a girl you had just met today and rubbing into her, allowing more cum to coat her body. Every now and then it clenches down on her body like it's chewing her, letting you truly enjoy the attractive body of the slowly dissolving woman that will soon be yours to wear. You moan in tandem pleasure with her, feeling your mind flooded with the new memories of a person once more, prematurely releasing some ejaculate at the sensation once more being donated to you of being swallowed by your cock. The girl within having her composure utterly melted by your musk and greedily drinking up your cum, making the process happen just that much quicker. After an hour of truly savoring your meal, you feel your balls begin the final clench and enter what could only be considered an animalistic rut, fitting for your predatorial nature:

"YES! YES! YES! MELT FOR ME BALL BATTER, JOIN YOUR GOD! I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I NAMED YOU FUTURE BALL BATTER IN MY CONTACTS, AND FUCK AM I READY TO MAKE YOU INTO PRESENT BALL BATTER!"

In your state of pure bacchanal ecstasy, you lean your balls up against Alice's couch and squish her between the couch and your knees to aid in the churn. Alice screams in ecstasy as her very existence melts away, coalescing into your cum as your balls partake in the final squish, your balls settling in satisfaction with your greatly enhanced seed production from the previous, easily dwarfing the amount of butter you churned from Allison and Kimmy. Your balls gurgle with grotesquely lustful satisfaction with how well fed you are keeping them today. "Mmm...how happy you must be my true self, feeding you so many beautiful woman, and on your first day, too! Oooooo.....mmmmm...." Unable to keep it together as your balls begin to rumble and clench to unleash the first load of Alice's remains, you huskily moan in gutteral and feminine ecstasy as your urethra gapes wide open to unleash the monsoon of cum that used to be a History major, soaking at least ten gallons of thick, creamy semen into Alice's (now your) couch, immediately infused with the stench of your predatorial domination. You don't care about the mess, you use her memories to locate her bathroom and begin your ritual, filling her tub full of her cummified form for bathing. Gasping in blissful comfort as you lower your now-naked body into Alice, and begin fellating yourself to greedily lap up the last of her, making sure to get all angles you can of you in the tub. Once you finish sucking your serpent off, you end the recording.

The bathroom stinks of your aphrodisiac, musky batter, and you bask in your fourth cock snack. Unlike the first three girls, this girl had done genuinely nothing to wrong you. Her only mistake was welcoming you into her home. But the morality of your life didn't matter to you. Her ambitions and life were gone, reduced down to the stinking semen you are bathing in. Those beneath your godhood were sluts meant to be fed upon. You get up out of the bathtub, dripping with the sticky goo that used to be Alice, and transform into her, baring your naked form before your hungry eyes to metaphorically eat her up for a second time.

"Damn she was hot under that mini-skirt and sweater. Cute face AND the curves to boot? Nice, didn't really have time to admire her before adding her to myself."

Using her memories, you know this girl was fairly well off with family money to live in this apartment on her own. You smugly head over to her computer, her bank and financial information entirely **** to your prying mind.

"Time to find more toys for my new best friend," you say in Alice's voice and taking a seat, dripping both with sadistic pride and the cum that used to be her. The computer finishes booting up and you relocate your new favorite website on the Dark Web, eager to talk in the forums there all about your transformation and conquests.