The light of the moon, the dim bulb in the chandelier, the hum of the computer: all this was filling the night room. The sleepy guy was languidly staring at the screen, scrolling stupid memes.

Stubble on his chin, slightly disheveled hair and bags under his eyes - it was Anton.

The guy was yawning wearily, and Choi's song sounded in his headphones.

The bell rang. Anton took off his headphones and looked incredulously at the door. The call was repeated. The creak of a chair ran through the whole apartment: Anton got up, picked up his phone and headed for the door. It was 21:47 on the screen. "Who could come to me at such a time?" he thought.

The hinges of the door made a sharp creak. On the threshold was his neighbor Anya.

- Sorry for bothering you. Tell me, do you have some salt?

- Salt? Well, it has to be somewhere. Come in.

Anya stepped through the threshold. A bright light came on in the hallway. Anton disappeared into the depths of his apartment.

Anya looked around. A black jacket was hanging on a crooked hook of an old wardrobe, a small moth was nervously circling near a lamp in which a small spider was crawling, there was a wooden ottoman in the corner of the room.

- Here, take it. Anton held out a jar of salt.

- Oh... - Anya shuddered in surprise - I don't need so much... By the way, would you like to come to my place? I would be glad to have a little company at the table. At the same time, you will take a jar of salt...

- N... Well, fine... I don't mind.

The light of the moon, the dim bulb in the chandelier, the hum of the computer: all this was left alone in the room. The light in the hallway went out, the door, still with the same sharp creak, closed.

Anya went into her apartment. "Come in, I'll be in the kitchen," she said and ran off down the corridor to the left.

Anton looked around the tidy hallway, taking off his shoes. Pink wallpaper, bright white light and a soft bench... Anya was already waiting for him at the table.

- Take a seat. I've already prepared everything. The soup may be a little hot, so take your time. I hope everything will be delicious.

- Thank you very much. I think something that smells so good can't be tasteless. Anton said, sitting down on a white chair placed against an equally white table.

- By the way, my name is Anya, and what about you?

- Anton. - the guy answered shortly, biting off a piece of bread and eating a hot dish.

- Tell me, Anton, have you heard something about vore?

Anton's face turned noticeably red and he choked slightly.

- Oh, don't think something strange, I just thought you wouldn't mind... - Anya said and also blushed, interrupting her speech.

- Do you... Do you mean... Become your food?

- Uhm... well... In general... In general, yes...

Anton remembered his hallway, remembered his angry boss and remembered the mess in his room.

- You know... Actually, I don't mind...

- Really? Are you sure? I mean... Your house and property... well...

- Yes, I know... Actually, I wouldn't say that I have anything important...

- Well... Then... Since you've finished your soup... Can I...

- Yes... Sure...

Anya got up from the table and walked over to Anton. Her face blocked the light bulb. Anton closed his eyes and got ready. Anya slowly bent over, opening her mouth.

There was a gulp in the empty room. Another one, another and another... Anton's body was slowly sliding down Anya's throat. Something sticky, wet, slimy and soft was surrounding him. Gulp, gulp, gulp... Anya's heart was beating fast. Anton heard every beat. His body bumped into something soft and began to curl into the fetal position.

Gulp, Gulp... A loud and long burp made everything around Anton tremble. The walls of the stomach... They stuck tightly to the body and things of the crooked guy. He tried to sit up more comfortable, but he could barely move.

Something soft touched Anton through the wet wall of the stomach. Anya was shyly stroking the bulge protruding from her stomach, similar to a human head.

Soon, everything began to shake. Anton couldn't figure out what to do. "Did I do the right thing? This neighbor... I met her for the second time in the last 5 years..."

- Anya, tell me if I want to get out?..... Anya?..

Anton tried to ask the girl something, but there was no answer. Only her stomach was rumbling and throbbed quite enough, squeezing the guy's body like a toy.

Meanwhile, Anya was carelessly wiping the table after her another guest. She could feel Anton worrying and trying to move in her stomach. A satisfied smile shone on the girl's face.

Her stomach was doing a loud and long sounds. Anton felt something burning and hissing the skin on his back, as if someone had lit a fire under him. The pain grew stronger and slowly spread through the body.

The muffled screams coming from her belly, sounding in unison with the rumbling, didn't cause any pity from the well-fed girl. It wasn't the first time she had heard a recently sad and lost guy, now screaming from the pain in her stomach.

Anton tried with all his might to put pressure on the slippery and wet walls of her stomach, which were throbbing mercilessly, squeezing the guy's body, and then expanding, dipping him more and more into the incoming acid. Hands were sliding along the walls, and the liquid around was bubbling and boiling, covering the prey with burns. The skin slowly exfoliated from the body, sizzling in acid, like in a tub of oil. Anton's flesh was seething and dissolving in a liquid that was reddening with his blood.

Anya finished cleaning the table and stretched lazily. She watched with a smile the movement of the bulges in her stomach, the contours of which became more rounded and indistinct. Another long, drawn-out and very loud belch escaped from her mouth. The walls of the abdomen shrank a little after the excess air came out and reduced the space inside.

Anton couldn't do anything. He was struggling in agony as his body was slowly dissolving and literally melting in the boiling acid, turning into a homogeneous soft mass. The pain was so severe that circles began to appear in his eyes. The acid was already up to Anton's neck and began to penetrate his skin and inside his body. The guy was unable to take at least one breath when his head succumbed to the pressure of the gastric wall and bent his face into the bubbling liquid. The acid rushed deep down his throat and trachea, filling his insides and entering his lungs. Anton lost consciousness and stopped offering the slightest resistance.

Anya lay down on her white bed, made up with a pink bedspread and slowly took the phone from the bedside table next to her and opened the camera app to take a couple of pictures of her rumbling stomach, in which Anton's unconscious body was.

Several sounds of the pictures complemented the noise of contented rumbling in the room. Anya stroked her stomach with a grin over the barely visible bulges, then meekly belched and posted the best photos on her page. Anton's body barely resembled a human anymore, the outlines became more rounded and indistinct. Anya lay down on her side and put her hand on her stomach, continuing to stroke it occasionally.

The rumbling was the only sound that interrupted the absolute silence in the room. The once modest guy was now just a soft mush in the stomach of a hungry girl. Another belch echoed in the room. Anya fell asleep in an embrace with her soft and round belly.

Bright sunlight, singing birds and a cool breeze: all this created an atmosphere in an empty room. Anya just woke up. Only a small bulge remained from her large belly, and her hips and breasts became really larger and firmer.

Anya was in the kitchen, squatting over a large garbage bag. With her diligent sounds, the last thing left of Anton not on her figure fell with a splash into a bag full of broken bones mixed with shit.

The girl wiped her ass and threw toilet paper to the pile of remains in the bag. She deftly tied it and carried it into the hallway. Anya put on her sneakers and bent down to pick up the bag. A long and lingering fart pierced the silence, putting an end to Anton's life. Anya laughed awkwardly and indifferently carried the bag out of the apartment. The door to the hallway closed.