Your cock hungers again...

Damn, the metabolic transformation to your cock really did give you a bottomless, insatiable hunger! With a painful gurgle of hunger in your balls, your cock subconsciously extends to snake its way through the now-empty apartment, and bring back the package of pills that turned you into an apex predator, lifting up the package to your absent, day-dreaming face while you continue to bask in the gravity of what you did today. You finally come back to lucidity and see the remaining pills your cock had brought you so kindly.

The remaining pills you ordered: "Enhanced Production," preysluts will have their biomass dissolve into twice the semen, perfect for your new favorite fetish of bathing in your victims while consuming the leftovers. "Racehorse," to change your cock and testicle's physical biology to resemble equine manhood, the sheath will make it much easier to hide your scepter from public eyes. "Masseuse," your cock will develop independent musculature along the shaft, enabling it to massage the prey in your shaft to maximize the pleasure of both parties AND massively increasing your cock's grip and strength. "Seconds," which will allow your eternally starved sperm cells to consume the cum you produce to be digested again for maximized discretion, which will help with the cleanup. And the final pill: "Aphrodisiac," which will make your cum an impossibly potent sex drive enhancer you are immune to and apply your Musk, allowing you to slip a little bit of cum into a potential victim's drink, for example, and immediately make them yours to play with. The thought of consuming a girl because you fed her another girl boggles your mind even through your newly expanded horizons of hedonism.

In your depraved gluttony, you put zero thought into it and have your cock simply devour the entire package, the ever familiar sensation of your anaconda swallowing something driving your every move. As the rest of the pills land in your balls, the metabolism and transformations begin, you can feel every new muscle individually forming and twitching with pleasure as your cock bulges with newfound strength and simultaneously morphing your genitalia into that of a horse, while your balls become more taut and stronger than ever as the rest of the pill effects kick in. As the last of the changes finish, your balls gurgle hungrily once more, giving way to more primordial urge.

You lay upon the couch and close your eyes, your body being allowed to recharge from the exhaustion of your carnal desire while your subconscious guides your trouser snake, beginning the process of cleanup as your eternally lengthening and now equine anaconda, swallowing everything in its path in the apartment, from your own useless belongings to those of Claire's, Allison's and Kimmy's. Everything was being ruthlessly devoured, from kitchen gadgets and silverware to furniture, clothes, all the electronics including the TVs, and it swallows the remaining shower products. Everything and everyone in this apartment now belonged to you, and you shall oblige in consuming YOUR belongings. The cock swallows down everything but a few sets of clothing from each girl. The girls' various sex toys and dildos felt especially good popping down your cock to be ravenously churned. You have no need for sex toys, your new digestive system is all the pleasure you could ever need.

Your body idly shifts and you fondle Claire's rockin' bod once more to sustain the lustful sensations as everything you swallowed is eventually muscled, crushed and slid down into your balls, which anticipates more things to convert into ball batter. The final step is vacuuming all the cum in the living room away, your cock drinking all of it up like the serpent of greed it is. A fascinating sensation, feeling the rank semen previously expelled from your balls returning for round two of refreshment. After about ten minutes of churning everything, your balls groan with satiety as they finish their active churning, slumping satisfied to the side of the couch and the floor. Your body feels thirsty again, and you happily feed the creamed belongings of four people, idly kissing the tip before greedily swallowing the length of half your shaft at its standard foot of length before unleashing the load upon your stomach, using your newfound cock control and musculature to control the flow as to not drown.

After an hour of letting all that liquid settle and digest in your belly, you awaken with renewed vigor. Playing more with transforming between the three girls, admiring their nude forms as you pass each reflection, especially satisfied with your cock being plastered to their genitals, truly a sign of your domination. You head to each girls' former rooms, giggling with a playful but certainly sinister glee in their voices, and take the clothes you left in your cleanup from all of their closets before heading to the closest mirror. You take great pleasure in the bodies they gave you, posing and trying out every girls' different fashions in each shape, triumphing over their very existence. Your cock subconsciously lengthens up to your view, as if it were a pet greedy for attention and seeking praise for churning those girls for you

"Oh, you're right my little serpent, none of this would have been possible without you," you say with a husky mixing of all three girls' voices. Then you lean in to tongue the urethra, making out with your new best friend, the taste of your musk is properly delightful on your mouth. With a wet *schlick,* you pop the cock away from your mouth and shove the useless clothes remaining down into it, now that you have found a preferred fashion for each girl you can transform into. You also swallow the couch that bore witness to your threesome that ended in one, both for evidence removal AND because you can, bringing you utmost glee watching the entire couch getting swallowed down your shaft. Once you finish digesting, you put on the baggy, unassuming clothes donated by Claire, her body just enough to fill out the waist and bust but not enough to reveal the predator hiding underneath and partially hidden in its new sheath. You check your phone, satisfyingly removing Claire, Allison and Kimmy from your contacts. Your contacts were now part of you. You spot the number you put in your contacts from the girl you met at the coffee shop earlier, Alice, aka "Future Ball Batter," and with a wicked, ear-to-ear grin, you call her, and in your own voice say "Hey, my evening just opened up tonight, do you want to hang out?"

She responds "Sure! I would love to get to know you more, would you like to come to my place or have me head to yours?"

"I'll head over to you, I'll be there in about an hour."

"Nice! See you soon!"

It seems the little bit of musky suggestion from just being near you an hour ago worked to open her up to you, and now your next mark is chosen to begin your new existence of assimilating into the lives of others.