No Responsibility

Having a superpower can be a powerful asset. Many use their own powers to help the world in ways only they can, by dealing out vigilante justice. Others use them to take over the world in ways only they can, by imposing their power upon those without superhuman abilities. Some do nothing with their powers, using them only to help their day-to-day living and perhaps the occasional act of assistance. Then, there are those that abuse their powers for their own amusement.

Enter Aaron Anderson, a wonder and yet stereotypical frat boy. He had the insanely powerful ability to regenerate and retain consciousness even while “dead”, until he so chose to regenerate. Yet, he didn't become a juggernaut of good or evil. He just uses the power to play with people, getting himself “killed” repeatedly to shock someone or maybe an audience. His group of friends figured it out pretty early on, then using his ability for their amusement, too.

Of course, there are some limitations. Mostly in relation to legalities than the power. They were warned by the college administration not to perform any pranks that would be exceptionally messy. He had also gotten in trouble with insurance a few times, as it's not like he's ever in any real danger for physical harm. Not that any of that did anything to stunt them. It just made them more creative.

Their newest prank target was the so-called leader of a sorority, Rachel. She was a perfect match, Aaron’s stereotypical opposite. Always maintaining a perfect appearance with makeup and clothing, she was the perfect target to knock down a notch or two. Following the rules for no messiness, they had the perfect plan: feed Aaron to her. It was a perfect plan in their minds. Rumors said she was a very heavy sleeper and possessed a natural elasticity. So, it would be a fairly easy feat to fit their friend down her throat. Then as her body worked him down, her “perfect figure” would be ruined.

Of course, she'd probably have him worked off in a few days by some special diet but it’d be funny while it lasted. Also, no classes for a while. On the day of the plot, they managed to run into her in the dorm hallways. One of them, Martin, rudely slapped her ass and asked, “How do you keep such a figure?”

Without missing a beat, she simply replied, “Just by eating healthy and not all the garbage you boys eat.” While the group stifled laughter at the weak comeback she continued with, “Maybe you could melt off that fat, Marvin.” The stifled laughter started to seep out as Martin expressed faux offense.

As she continued to walk down the hall, Martin shouted, “Yeah, well, watch what you say! Might just come back to bite you.” She simply flipped him off as she disappeared into the stairwell. Once she was gone, they burst into full laughing in the hall.

Another of their group, Taylor, managed to wheeze, “Bitch won't know what hit her!” They just laughed harder, looking forward to her appearance tomorrow.

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When it was late at night and she was well asleep, they made their move. Aaron and Taylor alone headed up to her room, waiting since extra time in a rest area until they were sure. As they prepared to go in the room, they double checked the hallways. Empty as expected past midnight. Taylor spoke up, whispering, “Hey man, you know if she's really such a heavy sleeper you should totally play wit-- Ow!”

Aaron gently punched him in the shoulder disapprovingly. “Don't be such a fucking creep Tay. All you have to do is take my clothes back so they don't get messed up.” Taylor sucked his teeth at the comment. Aaron glared at him for a bit longer before checking the hallway once more. He quickly started to undress, stripping off each article of clothing except his underwear. He handed them over to Taylor, then carefully unlocked her room with a master-key.

Peeking through the crack, he could see Rachel lying on her back on her bed. She snored even, clearly paying no attention to the nude intruder. Aaron nodded, then quickly head in and locked the door behind him. He heard Taylor head off, back to the fraternity. Left alone in the dark with his sleeping predator, he carefully tiptoed across the room. The loud snoring was the only sound from the room, though he believed he heard some growling from a certain stomach.

Looking upon her now, he considered how he would feed himself. Her mouth faced upwards with regular openings, but he wasn't sure whether to go feet first or head first. Climbing up on her headboard, he decided to go for feet first. That way he could monitor her condition while she swallowed him down. The next move was down to luck. He slid his feet into her mouth as if wading into a pool.

For a few tense seconds, nothing happened. Then she moaned slightly and gulped softly. This sucked down his feet, causing him to quietly shudder. Then he did a fist pump at the move’s success. She still slept soundly despite the obstruction in her throat. Of course, her body kept the object moving. With the same soft swallowing, his legs began to enter her mouth. He hit a roadblock fairly shortly after his shins. Muttering “Ow ow ow,” he was forced to awkwardly rotate himself 180°. This was simply because he started to realize his knees did not bend the way her throat wanted.

With the legs corrected, he went down smoother. The issue he had now was having to awkwardly hold himself up with his hands on the headboard. He felt each peristaltic movement grip his legs and the notable lack thereof when his feet entered her stomach. Craning his head around, he couldn't see much. He turned back, not sure why his feet alone would make any impression yet.

Aaron shuddered once again-- and hardened-- when he felt her tongue drag across the fabric of his underwear. It seemed to give her pause as well, making him worry about her sleep. Fortunately, her digestive system seemed to shrug, moving on despite the difference. He sighed relief, then returned to helping himself into her stomach. He had no idea how much time had passed, but her slow swallowing seemed to take forever. He stole a glance as her lips miraculously stretched to accompany his chest. It seemed unreal, but he supposed it's not any more strange than his multiple “deaths.”

With his legs now safely being folded up within her gut, he decided to rotate once again, propping his elbows on the headboard for support. Despite the steady, sluggish swallowing, he was amazed that these stretches seemed to give her no pause. Now facing up again, he could easily see the effect he was making. His legs alone made a visible appearance through her fancy sleepwear. This made him giddy for whatever the final outcome would be. He hoped his friends could take some good pictures.

Without warning, Rachel stopped swallowing and switched to her side. With the bottom half of himself firmly lodged inside her, this merely left Aaron awkwardly dangling off the side of her bed. Swallowing resumed quickly, bringing him down to shoulders-deep. He considered trying to lodge her arms in now that they weren't supporting him, but it seemed late for that. His shoulders slipped behind her teeth, leaving his arms dangling awkwardly.

Without her snoring in the room, he could really hear her digestive system starting to get into gear. Sure, she wasn't finished swallowing, but that didn't stop the stomach from getting excited. He was about equally excited, finally reaching the last mile of his journey. His head was fast approaching her mouth. As he did so, he was able to see in detail his shoulders passing down her throat. His gaze slowly followed them down to her belly, starting to stretch out her current set of clothes. Then he saw her lower jaw wrapped around his chin.

Her tongue seemed to only be minimally helping at this point, primarily just tasting endless flesh. She couldn't express anything properly with her face so distorted, but he wondered if she was dreaming about a delicious feast. The sliminess of her insides was especially noticeable on his face. He took a deep breath before his mouth was blocked off by her tongue. Once his ears were wrapped by cheeks, he was able to clearly hear each wet noise, squelching and the soft gulps as his body was conveyed deeper.

Looking outward was a surreal sight. He saw his arms dangling in the dark room, separated from himself by white rows. On the sides he was able to just barely see glistening flesh in the low light. But the main thing he noticed was the sudden silence. He tensed up, hoping his plan wouldn't use ruined this deep in. Not that either of them would be able to prevent natural processes at this point. Vibrations touched his upper back, then a strong and loud GULP pulled his head under.

In her throat, he found it tighter than it seemed from outside. His hair was being mercilessly ruined by the muscles surrounding him and his ears were uncomfortably tight against his head. He felt the downward movements pressing tighter each convulsion. Finally, it was just about over. At the same time that his neck passed through the sphincter, he felt her lips close on his fingers. She suckled softly, then the last of the cool outside air vanished when his head passed into the stomach.

This bag of muscles was more comfortable, but that wasn't seeing much. He was still forced into a tight curl, with his hands racing to join him. And when they did, she seemed to take a deep breath and sigh relief. Of course, then he heard her shirt rip, much to his amusement. He released the deep breath of fresh air he had been holding, taking in the much less fresh stomach air as he did. The sudden burst of air forced its way back up, causing the expected long, audible burp.

Aaron started cracking up in her stomach, knowing he was well beyond the digestive event horizon. He fist pumped several times, hitting the top of her belly as he did so. A hand dragged itself back and forth across the belly’s outside, which he high-fived to the best of his ability. She turned back onto her back, leaving her stomach spilling all over her. This resulted in Aaron laying on his back as well and moving the increasing stomach juices to his backside. He massaged the stomach walls, hoping to help it churn him down to chyme and fat. It was rather slow though and ultimately boring after a while. Despite the hostile environment, he found himself tired after a long day, not to mention the process of feeding himself to someone. Rachel’s heart’s beat and stomach’s gurgling both lulled him to sleep.

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Rachel herself woke up about ten hours after her food went to sleep. It was way past her alarm. She had already missed her first class and late for her second. And something else was wrong too. She jerked up, her heavily distended belly sloshing. Looking down, it was visibly spilling out through a few holes in her sleep-shirt. Audibly, her stomach still seemed to loudly be working on something. It bubbled and glorped while she gasped in horror. She then checked the mirror to see if anything else was wrong, but there wasn't. Just the bulgy belly. Her phone pinged for the 30th time that morning, her sorority sisters asking where she was.

While she fumbled out a reply, her unknown passenger was woken up by the movement. Aaron was a bit annoyed to find himself still in the stomach, but his current state more than made up for it. He was like a melting wax figure, if only the head and shoulders. Below him was a sludgy mess of his former self, though he remained vaguely in touch. On the surface of that, he was able to see his underwear floating, still intact if soiled. He laughed for a moment, then stopped himself. When he realized that his laughs at that point were reduced to being more like gurgling he let loose. With him being mostly liquid, the stomach found itself and to easily churn itself, accelerating the digestive process as he broke down more.

The owner of said stomach was working on how to best appear unfazed by the sudden gut. She took off her destroyed shirt to examine the damage from the girth. Freed from restrictions except gravity, her belly flopped against her legs and hugged her waist. It took a smooth oval shape. A silver lining formed in the nonexistence of stretch marks. She just needed to work off whatever the hell it was. For now though, she decided to cover it with a more flexible wardrobe. Given the soft nature of most of her gut, she was able to decently tuck it in with her shirt. It left a still mild curve, but nothing very noticeable.

For the rapidly melting food, this meant two stomach walls were right up on the remainder of his semi-solid parts. They were grinding away at his head, liquefying it further. Below him he could feel some parts of him starting to be moved further downward into a tight tube. Her intestines, and soon after that, into fat. The thought made him smile. She already seemed perturbed by the distension he caused, but he wasn't done with her yet.

Rachel got to class soon after that, satisfied with how she managed to hide her stomach. Fortunately it wasn't a class with any of her sorority sisters in it, as she wasn't really sure how to explain that yet. It was just inexplicable to wake up so much fatter than yesterday. She couldn't even explain it to herself. Maybe it was just bloating? But fondling her gut again, it seemed pudgy through and through. Would she be able to remain the sorority head like this? Would anyone respect her? The eyes of fellow classmates behind her that usually fed her ego seemed to be boring into her back. In fact she felt like…

Internally, her stomach seemed to convulse beyond the normal digestive processes. Aaron noticed this and smiled internally as he felt his underwear start heading up her throat. Currently, he himself was entirely chyme, draining slowly from her stomach into the remarkably soft and tingly intestines. Rachel felt the digestive movement subconsciously, but her entire body was preoccupied retching from stress and bringing up memorabilia. She managed to catch herself before she blatantly threw up in class, but was forced to rush out anyway. Running to the bathroom she no longer felt the need to throw up, but did have a puzzling presence of fabric itching her throat. Reaching in, she grabbed the tip of it and pulled out underwear. Men’s underwear at that. The revelation shocked her but gave her an instant conclusion. She must've somehow eaten an entire human. Impossible for most people, but she knew she was capable with her powers.

The chyme slowly draining out of her belly was mentally kicking himself for not being digested faster. He would've loved to see her reaction to regurgitating someone’s underwear. However after her realization, she decided to hurriedly flush the evidence. After that she decided to skip the rest of the day in her room, avoiding any of her usual crowd by “illness.” She ate some food for lunch and dinner, but just barely any. The former human swirling through her guts was both absolutely filling end unappetizing. Said former human was being restructured, each part disconnected and redistributed by the true digestion of the small intestines. Both ended up “falling asleep” around the same time.

*/^\*

Aaron woke up with the strangest disembodied feeling he ever felt from his powers. His consciousness was almost overlaid on Rachel’s body, due to fat and nutrients being used everywhere. But he could feel where the majority of him was. Her gut became a permanent bundle of fat, hanging out even further than when he was in there. Then the other most of it hanged from both of her hips, tearing the jeans she fell asleep in. When she woke up, the news crushed her even further. A brief spark of hope was that the fat might solely go to her breasts and butt, but that's just not how it always works. Now none of her shirts were capable of tucking her gut in, always leaving flab exposed from all sides of her. She shamefully decided to head out anyway, in whatever looked best. Something would have to be said to her sisters since her recent gains were unlikely to go away very quickly.

The fatty passenger was getting a kick out of seeing her ego and self-image destroyed. Once she worked him off he would like to use this on whoever he can as it allows for quite the close experience. Heading down the stairwell for her was harder than previously, carrying maybe 150 pounds more than just two days ago. On the bottom floor, she saw the fraternity that harassed her a couple days ago. Aaron watched his friends’ reaction to his modification with glee. They were amazed and stunned it worked, not so subtly taking pictures and cheering on Aaron. Unfortunately he shouldn't respond much more than creating a brief sensation of itchiness on a fold of fat. It was amusing to be quite literally attached at the hip to his opposite.

Rachel walked past them with shame rather than the self-assurance from their last encounter. But the memory sparked something in her. She took a moment to think on the wall and grew more optimistic and determined with each second. The change in mood sort of unnerved Aaron, but maybe it just meant she was going to work hard to burn him off? Rachel started walking again, this time seeming more confident. She marched into her sorority room with all the confidence she had one human ago. Some of her sisters gasped at the sudden change in her appearance, but maintained some level of respect, if unsure.

Rachel took her position at the front of the room and began, “Hello sisters. I imagine you're alarmed at my appearance after a day’s absence… As am I. As was I.” She scanned the room and saw mostly concern, but no condescension. “It may sound strange, but I did not get all this weight by overeating or being lazy or anything like that. You all know how I looked.” They nodded dutifully. “No, this may sound insane, but… I simply woke up like this.” Rachel took a moment to scratch an itch on her belly, caused by Aaron laughing. The group murmured slightly but stayed attentive. “I… don't know how exactly I got this way, but it is what it is. And I wondered on my way here: Do I need to be ashamed of that? No. We don't need to always look perfect to get through the day.” The listeners were becoming more supportive, while her passenger grew uneasy. “No, I believe now that no matter what our body type, we don't need to be ashamed of that! All of these extra pounds, they're a part of me! And I shouldn't need to go on a diet or exercise to accept myself! NO SHAME!”

At that point, given an easy motto to hang onto, the crowd joined in the unifying ideal by shouting back, “NO SHAME!” For Aaron, the sight was more mortifying than anything. The previously prim and proper sorority leader had transformed into someone else entirely. Now he was going to be this girl's fat for god knows how long. He decided to see if he could force himself to regenerate early.

There was no such luck for the prankster. His power didn't let him regenerate as long as he was still “living”, and though this wasn't entirely his body, he lived as fat and nutrients for Rachel. He tried to shout out as if anyone would be able to hear him. Instead, he simply felt multiple hands wrap around him as the sorority joined into a group hug. He realized he had really screwed himself this time. She'd burn him off one way or another but it might be a long time. He'd fail the classes for the semester and have no way to hatch a plan with his friends. If he wanted to struggle, it would've been days ago. But instead he had laughed as his body was churned into nothing, leaving him to be nothing but pudge.

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Over the next three months of the semester, a few things happened. Firstly, Aaron’s group of friends became more and more uneasy as he failed to regenerate. They couldn't tell anyone what had happened, not to mention they suspected Rachel knew herself and was enjoying it. The fraternity itself didn't care too much, and was in some ways was glad he was gone. Their main “concern” was the sorority reasserting itself, all the members and the leader suddenly becoming very confident in themselves.

While Aaron’s friends backed off on harassing Rachel, there was one exception. A mix of anger and arousal caused Taylor to eventually follow Aaron’s footsteps. Using Aaron’s own stolen master-key, he was going to force info out of her through unsavory means. He didn't return the next day and Rachel built up some more fat when she emerged two days later. Aaron, still fat at the time, watched as Rachel feigned sleep, overpowered him, and swallowed him whole. Taylor, unlike Aaron was just a normal human. He faded early into digestion and his mind didn't join the added fat from his body.

By the end of the semester, Rachel was about four times heavier than when it started. There are a few other disappearances tied to her, mainly from the knowledge of her power spreading throughout her sorority. Aaron watched as she was used as a sort of untraceable human trash disposal. And of course, none of them ever survived digestion. Aaron still follows Rachel as a ghost. No influence on the world except as blubber and her first introduction to the delicacy of whole humans.