Surprisingly, yes

You stumble into your room and flop on your bed before cringing as the can of fish food digs into your thigh. Getting up you sprinkle some flakes over your golden bois before setting the container down next to them. Flopping into your bed properly this time you strip out of your pants and shirt and throw them into you perpetual clothes drift against your back wall. wriggling under your covers you push thoughts of the day aside and fall asleep surprisingly quickly.

Your dreams are full of naked flesh and deep confusion. A dog sits quietly in the corner judging you. You awake to the sound of rummaging in the kitchen and sit up blearily. After throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt you stop and peel a can of espresso out of the case you keep by the door for just such mornings. The smell of frying bacon wafts from the kitchen, but you are too groggy to people.

Wandering out into the living room you pause for a moment when you see the girl that keeps referring to herself as bag lounging in one of the chairs next to the couch. She still is naked from the waist down to her thigh highs, and with one leg hooked over the arm rest, her bare ass is exposed to the world. Mark is sitting in the other chair reading on his phone. Wandering over you collapse on the couch with a grunt. Bag cheers up as you sit down. "Good morning!" she sounds far too chipper for how early it is. Seeing you staring blearily at the canned espresso she adds in "I would love to warm that up for you between my legs." Looking up you see her smiling at you expectantly before your eyes trail down to her partially exposed thighs. Sighing internally you mutter out "Sure, that could work, I guess."

Mark looks up from his phone, finally finished with whatever he was reading. "Aw, I'm glad you are so good to her. She is a sweet girl, and you two are just adorable." He gets up, tucking his phone in his pocket. "I'm gonna go check on Mary in the kitchen, she was nice enough to make us all breakfast." You stare after him wondering what madness has infested the world.

Turning back to bag you notice she has shimmied lower in the chair, her legs spread wide. and now that you are facing her she reaches down and spreads her pussy open with both hands, a faint blush covering her face as you just stand there staring. "Come on, I wanna be useful, stick it in your bag so I can warm it up." Getting up you hold the can near her opening and stare at it incredulously.

She lets out a light chuckle "Don't worry, it will fit. Just shove it in there and don't worry about me." She wiggles her ass at you enticingly. Sighing in exasperation you push the bottom of the can against her pussy and shove, she has to stretch herself a little wider with her fingers to get it to fit. "Yesssss, just like -AHHH-" She cries out and shudders as you slowly push the can deeper, a bulge in her stomach matching the progress of the can assaulting her depths. Finally nearing the top of the can, you feel increased resistance and Bag cries out and a shudder runs down her body. Stopping there you step back and take in this girl sprawled in the chair. Tears are streaming down her weakly smiling face, and a shudder wracks through her every few seconds.

You flop down on the couch and stare off into space listening to Mark and Mary muttering in the kitchen and the occasional moaning of bag. Eventually you hear the clatter of plates and Mark and Mary appear carrying plates piled high with eggs and bacon.