“That _bitch…_” A woman with straggly, jet black hair walked down the city’s sidewalk, mumbling under her breath. Her head was tilted down and her hands dug into her pockets. “Always asking me about how much I eat… she needs to mind her own _fucking_ business. As if nobody’s ever told _her_ how much she-” Her head bumped into the back of a businesswoman’s suit. She tried to stammer out an apology, forgetting how to string together a coherent sentence, but the businesswoman didn’t even seem to hear her. Instead, she was looking up at the roof of a building, alongside the crowd that had gathered around her. Atop the building, a woman stood wearing some sort of hot pink gimp suit, mechanical boots… and fake bunny ears on her head. And hooked around her right arm was a second woman with a troubled look and tape over her mouth, tied-up in red rope that was knotted in a grid-like pattern. The messy-haired woman squinted towards the rabbit lady’s face, then peered a little lower. The lady’s leather suit had gaps all over, and her tanned, soft skin oozed out of each crack like a freshly baked souffle… Her stomach let out a deep roar, so loud that a few crowd members flinched from the sudden noise. Crossing her arms over her abdomen, she looked around nervously, waiting for everyone to go back to looking at the criminal on the roof. As they did, she followed suit and snuck another peek. Slowly, she licked her lips. A disturbingly long tongue circled around her lips, brushing past the bottom of her nose, then the tip of her chin. _Looks like she wouldn’t have to worry about dinner tonight._ … “Who’s _that?_ Is somebody climbing the building?” “I think it’s a frog! Or, wait… it’s more like a person?” “Am I seeing things?” But they _weren’t_ seeing things! For there she was, in all her glory: a woman with a green jumpsuit and hastily-tied, jet black hair was now scaling the building! And just _how_ she climbed all the way to the top; with nary a rope, harness or hook, only the surfaces of her hands and feet! She defied gravity; what _was_ her secret? **RIBBIT!** The lucky folks- whose eyes were glued to the newcomer- would see the woman’s throat puff up and croak- _just as a frog’s did!_ The not-so-lucky ones- rabbit lady included- would be startled enough to jump right out of their seats. And jump she did, as the rabbit woman leaped a few feet into the air. “Hold it right there, ma’am,” said the green-suited woman. “The name’s Lady Frog! And you’d do best to let go of that civilian there.” “Oh _yeah?”_ The rabbit lady dangled the tied-up woman over the edge of the building. “And what if I, Rope Bunny, did just that?” _Thwap!_ Rope Bunny saw a thick, pink tongue launch out of the green hero’s mouth. She quickly jumped, narrowly dodging fifteen feet’s worth of the tongue. “Watch that thing!” said Rope Bunny. “What are you, trying to eat me?” Lady Frog licked her lips. “Take a guess, sweet cakes.” “_Yuck!_ That’s _disgusting!_” “I would hope,” said the frog, patting her flat belly with pride. “I take pride in it. And _you’re_ one to talk, with your leather getup.” “This is a _way of life_, excuse you.” “Well, this is a way of life for me too,” said Lady Frog. “You mean, like, you don’t eat regular food?” “_I eat regular food,_ don’t be stupid.” “But, like… does it fill you up?” “...that’s not the point.” Both of them stared at each other. “...forget _this!_” said Rope Bunny, “I’m gonna go home and try out my new gear!” She grabbed her hostage tight and ran to the edge of a building. “No you don’t!” said Lady Frog, giving chase. Rope Bunny leaped from building to building, and Lady Frog hopped and jumped behind her. As the frog grew close, the rabbit reached into her chest, pulling out what looked like two black softballs with bunny ears on them. “If you’re so hungry…” She lobbed the balls towards Lady Frog. “...then have a taste of my _bunny bombs!_” They blew up in Lady Frog’s face, sending her flying back and making her fall. Quickly, she shot her tongue towards a store sign, wrapping around it and grappling herself back to the roof. She looked at Rope Bunny and her hostage, now two buildings away. Rope Bunny was sticking her tongue out and mooning her. Lady Frog’s stomach whined again, forcing her to hunker over and clutch it with her hands. Rope Bunny watched the frog struggle, and chuckled. _That superpower she was so proud of just a moment ago… it looked more like her weakness, if anything!_ Lady Frog glared back at the rabbit. _Her stomach was getting impatient! She needed to eat this villain now, there was no other option!_ Reeling her head back, Lady Frog shot her tongue out once again, in Rope Bunny’s direction. Rope Bunny stopped laughing as she noticed her own potential death extending towards her. With the great distance between them, however, she had ample time to pull out an emergency pink sphere from her chest, holding it out in front of herself. As soon as Lady Frog felt her tongue stick to something, she yanked it towards her maw in the blink of an eye. She barely had the time to comprehend why it felt lighter and much more metallic as it _rammed_ into the back of her throat. With a reflexive _gulp_, the apple-sized sphere stretched her throat as it sank. Lady Frog paused and looked down. Her stomach had a round lump poking out of it. She looked at the smug rabbit, then back at her belly, bringing a finger towards the lump to poke it… **BOOM!** For a split second, Lady Frog’s body ballooned out like a sphere before returning to normal. Her chest felt hot, and she thumped on it with her fist. **Buuurp!** A cloud of thick, pink smoke bellowed out of her mouth, leaving behind the taste of cotton candy. “Hah,” sneered Lady Frog, putting her hands on her hips. “Thanks for the appetizer. Did I mention this thing was indestructible?” She patted her belly yet again. Rope Bunny cupped her hand by her fake rabbit ears. “Come again? I can’t hear you.” Lady Frog frowned. _Even in superhero form, I have to speak up._ “I said thanks for the… appetizer. This… thing is… indestructible.” Rope Bunny grinned. “What?” “I said…” Lady Frog blinked, and slowly opened her eyes. She took a step back, and her head started to tilt upward. She began to feel like she was underwater. “I… suh…” Lady Frog flopped backwards and fell on her back, unconscious. That was Rope Bunny’s cue. Grabbing her hostage, she jumped over to where a sleeping Lady Frog laid. “Betcha didn’t expect that one to be filled with _knockout gas_, didja?” said Rope Bunny. She looked back towards the floor. Already, the frog was snoring obnoxiously loud, with her jaw slack and dripping with drool. It irked the rabbit, who almost felt like she was being messed with. She went to kick the side of the hero’s face to make sure she wasn’t faking being asleep… _…hold it!_ She moved her boot to the back of Lady Frog’s face. She wasn’t so dumb that she’d risk getting her foot caught in the death trap that Lady Frog called a mouth. _…_ _Actually…_ Rope Bunny looked at her hostage. The hostage looked back, confused. _That gave her an idea…_ … “_Rise and shine,”_ teased an all-too familiar voice. Lady Frog came to her senses. Her head ached, her throat felt dry, and her stomach let out a muffled gurgle. “Where… am I?” asked the frog. “My _lair,_” said Rope Bunny. “Also my apartment.” Lady Frog turned her head left and right, feeling something brush by her neck. All over the red room were cardboard boxes, alongside belts, chains and harnesses of all sorts. _Wait… what was on her neck?_ Lady Frog felt something dry and tough wrapped around her neck… and her wrists. And her legs, _and her stomach…_ _She was tied up! She was tied up with her arms and legs pinned together, and she was suspended in midair!_ Lady Frog flailed around, but the knots were strained too tightly on her heavy body. Even her strong legs were no match for the bundles of rope. “Get me outta this thing!” she yelled. Rope Bunny clasped her hands together and grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, but isn’t it just so _thrilling_ to relinquish all of your control?” “I’m not here to be your second hostage,” said Lady Frog. “Come to mention… what happened to the first one?” The bunny stifled a laugh. “I dunno. You tell me.” “How the hell am I supposed to know?” replied the frog. “Oh, come on. Go with your gut feeling.” Lady Frog scowled. “_Believe me,_ if I did, you would’ve already been-” A faint, panicked voice rang out from nearby. “Okay… so you locked her up in a separate room?” asked Lady Frog. “No,” replied Rope Bunny. She put a finger under her chin. “_Wellll,_ actually, you _could_ say that.” “Dude, please just spit it out. I don’t have time for this shit,” said the frog. “Look down,” said the rabbit. Lady Frog peered down. Just past her chest, the undeniable shape of a curled up human figure stretched the center of her costume thin. _Oh._ _Oh no…_ An elbow grazed against the bottom of her stomach, and a hand pushed against the top. She watched a bulge take on the more defined shape of a hand as it stretched further and further from its squishy prison. “W\-_what?!_ Did I- how- you made me _swallow her?!_” Rope Bunny shrugged. “Not my fault you snore with your mouth wide open.” It was now impossible for Lady Frog to ignore her extra passenger. The hostage let out more confused yells, sending sound waves that tickled her insides and made her mouth start producing more saliva. She swallowed the excess spit to save face. Her gut swayed gently, from side to side. Lady Frog smiled and let out a steamy breath, feeling her face flush. Immediately, she corrected her expression into a cold glare, and grit her teeth. “So tell me,” said Rope Bunny, tilting Lady Frog’s chin up to meet her gaze, “my froggy friend… how do you _feel?_” “_Awful!_ I feel like\- _nggh!_” Lady Frog bit her lip from the sensation of the hostage’s knuckles scraping against her elastic stomach skin. Her belly wailed as its walls enveloped the hostage’s hand. Pockets of air shifted around, rising to the surface like soda fizz as the frog’s midsection made more gurgling sounds. “I feel…” She was cut off by a sharp belch. Drool fell on the floor as she caught her breath. “_Helpless?_ It’s better you felt that way,” said Rope Bunny. “Take it from me.” She placed her gentle hands all over the hot, squirmy surface of Lady Frog’s gut. “Inside everyone, there’s the mask they wear to work everyday…” The rabbit rubbed her hands in two circles. In response, Lady Frog’s face twisted into a crooked smile that didn’t want to be a smile. Rope Bunny continued. “...and there’s the _beast_ within, the beast that wants to roar, make itself known to the outside world.” On cue, the “beast” within Lady Frog began to roar. **_Bwoooorng…_** Lady Frog’s stomach made a particular kind of rumble, the kind that she wished she wasn’t familiar with what it meant. It was a happy, content kind of sound, a sound that meant it had secured its prize, and it, nor the person the organ was attached to, wouldn’t have to stress about anything else for the rest of the night; it could just simply relax as its dinner melted away… The rabbit continued to knead into Lady Frog’s softness. The tied-up frog found her face dripping with sweat, and her tongue began to dangle limply out of the corner of her mouth, more and more with each exhale. Lady Frog’s dinner- or, sorry, _the hostage,_ had never been in a stomach before. And she wasn’t sure what that rubbing sensation against her shoulders was. But she knew instinctively just how hellish of a situation she was in. And she knew what it meant when the walls around her began to get hotter and stickier, pulsating twice as fast as before. She had to fight if she wanted to escape. And how she fought! She pushed and kicked at each angle, jostling Lady Frog’s belly around and making the inside of her gut fizzier than ever. The superhero began to burp and hiccup as both she and her prey struggled against the frog’s hungry stomach. Lady Frog tried pulling her legs apart with brute strength, but the rope still didn’t budge. “You can’t just _rip_ through the ropes, silly. You can only cut through them, or, _in her case,_” said Rope Bunny, touching the head of Lady Frog’s human-shaped gut, “melt through them.” “What is-” Lady Frog swallowed down another burp. “What’s wrong with you?” “Shut up. You should be thanking me for how clever this is.” “_Huh?!_” said Lady Frog. “I mean, _think about it!_ You’re like, the dominant _and_ submissive at the same time.” “I’m not just some… _frog_ for you to dissect,” retorted the frog. The rabbit crossed her arms. “Well, excuse you. I just think it’s kinda neat how you’re, like, wrestling for control over your powers, but then your powers are also wrestling for control over you.” _…at least someone noticed,_ thought Lady Frog. _But this was really how she was thanking me? By making a “turducken” outta me?_ Lady Frog pursed her lips to stop a trail of drool from pouring out. “You’re a sicko,” she said. The rabbit sighed. “You know what? Stop talking.” She walked to the corner of the room, fishing a ball gag out of a box. She walked back over and buckled it around Lady Frog’s mouth. “Better?” Lady Frog glared silently. “Better! Now hold still, I wanna look at a new shipment I got.” Rope Bunny hurried back to the corner of the room and engrossed herself in the contents of one of her boxes. _Wait! She was distracted,_ thought Lady Frog. _Now’s my chance to get this girl outta me!_ Lady Frog clenched her stomach the wrong way, and felt a solid lump rise up her collarbone. A woman’s face stretched out her throat skin- but then stopped its travel upward! The frog tensed her neck again, but the lump was stuck! Why was it stuck? She glanced down. _The damn rope! That clever little shit, she tied a loop of rope around my neck just narrow enough that a person wouldn’t fit through it!_ Lady Frog had no choice but to swallow her dinner’s head back down. Her dinner- _no, her prey, or no- goddamnit! Her HOSTAGE,_ had doubled her struggling after having gotten a glimpse of hope, only to have it be robbed. All the mental power that Lady Frog wasn’t currently dedicating to thinking about her tasty dinner was now being put into thinking of a way out of this mess. She tried licking her lips, but couldn’t, thanks to the ball gag. _…wait, that’s it! Her tongue, she could maybe grab something while that stupid rabbit’s back was turned! She said something sharp would work, right?_ _Well, first she had to get this ball gag out of the way._ Lady Frog stretched her jaw open a bit more, then crept her tongue under, and then over the ball gag. She pulled inward with her tongue muscles… _Snap!_ The ball gag snapped from behind, and she slurped the rest of it into her mouth. _That was step one. Now to spit out the…_ _…no, the rabbit would hear it fall on the ground._ Lady Frog idly played with the ball on her tongue. _What to do with this…_ …_gulp._ _Eh, waste not want not. Look out from above, whatever your name is in there._ Now her tongue was free to maneuver around the room! She glanced around, until her eyes met what looked like the base of a pocket knife, with rabbit ears carved onto them. _Jackpot!_ Snaking her tongue through the air, she quietly curled it underneath the knife, pushing the button with her tongue’s tip to unsheath the blade. _Good thing this lady took her craft so seriously._ “And how are you holding up back there?” In shock from hearing Rope Bunny’s voice, Lady Frog panicked and zipped her tongue back into her mouth. _Shit, she was gonna catch me!_ She kept her head down and mumbled as if the ball gag was still attached. “That’s what I like to hear,” cheered Rope Bunny, turning back towards her boxes. Lady Frog’s felt her heart in her throat. And she _hoped_ that was the only thing in her throat. She slowly took her tongue out of her mouth… …and it was still holding onto the pocket knife. She silently sighed in relief. _Thank god._ This was the last thing she’d want to accidentally swallow, though, it wasn’t that it could harm her impenetrable innards. It was the other way around; she didn’t want to melt one of her only means of escape. She lowered the knife towards her roped-up collarbone and sliced into the rope. It surprised her how easily the knife cut through the rope; _maybe the rabbit had this knife for some kind of emergency?_ Her collarbone was now free! Quietly, she moved on to her left arm, cutting three loops in quick succession, followed by her right arm, cutting three more loops… “Hey, what the hell!” Rope Bunny and Lady Frog made eye contact. The rabbit stood up and ran towards the frog. _Shit,_ thought Lady Frog, _she wasn’t free yet!_ She wanted to throw something at the rabbit, but all she had was the knife, which she still needed… _…wait a second!_ Lady Frog scrunched her face up, and her stomach made a sour groan. In a split second, a big sphere with a face on it climbed up her neck, and the rest of their body followed. _Blech!_ The hostage collided against Rope Bunny’s body, sending both of them tumbling to the floor. Lady Frog glanced at her former meal- her skin was irritated, her clothes were burnt and torn, and her skin glistened with juices, _but she was taking deep breaths! She did it, her prey was still alive!_ While Rope Bunny scrambled to her feet and the hostage hid in the corner, Lady Frog grasped the knife in her hand and cut the rope above her, making herself fall. Rope Bunny got a running start to kick the superhero’s ass while her legs were still tied. Lady Frog touched her sticky palms to the floor, did a handstand, and hammered her legs into the back of the rabbit’s head. Lady Frog reeled her head back, but Rope Bunny was too clever. She front kicked the frog’s lower jaw, making her bite her tongue before she could send it out. The frog then crawled towards the ceiling, where she’d normally be out of reach. Rope Bunny defied her by leaping high into the air, but just as the rabbit bounced, Lady Frog dropped off the ceiling and kicked the rabbit into the pile of boxes, sending sex toys flying everywhere. The rabbit felt dizzy, taking a few seconds to clear her head. This was all the time her opponent needed, however, and she felt something warm and wet tickle the back of her legs. Before she could process the feeling, the wet feeling lengthened across her midsection. It snaked around her back, then her chest, and then her shoulders. When she looked down and saw that it was pink, her heart froze. A green costumed woman stood proudly in front of the rabbit lady, with a pink, slimy rope connecting from the inside of her mouth to the side of the rabbit woman’s shoulder. “No…” said Rope Bunny, “I’m not supposed to be the one tied mm mm hmm!” The tip of Lady Frog’s tongue crossed over her own mouth, gagging her. “You know,” said Lady Frog with a slight lisp, “I like to think that I’m pretty merciful.” Rope Bunny couldn’t hear anything, save for the blood pumping behind her ears. She looked up at the frog with the slightest bit of hope. Without warning, Lady Frog grabbed Rope Bunny’s head and pinned her ear against her own empty belly. “But _this_ guy?” she said. **_Groooooan…_** Rope Bunny felt the vibrations of Lady Frog’s stomach pass through her whole body, and she tensed every single muscle she had in primordial fear. “He doesn’t like to be kept hungry.” Rope Bunny felt Lady Frog’s tongue get tighter and stickier with drool. She forced her body to struggle, but it only served to rub more of her flavor onto the frog’s tongue. Lady Frog hunched over the bound bunny. “And he _especially_ doesn’t like when he gets his food…” Lady Frog paused to swallow some saliva. “...only to have to give it up right after.” Lady Frog picked Rope Bunny up by her legs. “And unfortunately for the both of us, I gotta share a body with him. I hope you can find it in your heart to understand, because I don’t want to keep him… or rather, keep _me,_ waiting any longer.” Lady Frog abandoned all restraint, and gave into her desire. Dinner was ready. _Haaallmph…_ With a desperate shove, Rope Bunny’s shoes crammed themselves in the bottom of Lady Frog’s throat. Her throat gave the bunny’s legs a slippery, slimy hug, and Rope Bunny kicked helplessly against the frog’s pliable throat skin. All she could do was watch the patterns of the bottoms of her own shoes take form on the superhero’s neck. _Glorp!_ In one fluid motion, Rope Bunny’s ass, back and chest were pulled down Lady Frog’s throat. She tasted her meal’s cottony softness, the _warmth_ of her meal’s mouth-watering skin, and puddles of frog drool rained onto the floor below. Her prey tried to twist around and yell, but all that registered in the frog’s foggy mind was a slight ticklish feeling in the back of her throat. _Gulp!_ Lady Frog’s mouth wrapped around the woman’s chest, tasting the sweat, the _fear_ she could taste on her dinner’s flesh. She felt that same pillowy soft feeling from before, only now it came from inside herself. In response, she looked down at her belly, shivering when it registered that the lumps and bulges were poking out from her own stomach. Her tongue wrapped around Rope Bunny’s head like a mummy, letting it submerge in the back of her throat before she’d even begun to swallow. A head-shaped lump was now wedged between Lady Frog’s chin and her collarbone. One could look at the lump and see the shape of a nose, a chin, and even a pair of eyes, if they looked hard enough. Lady Frog’s eyes were blank, and she wore a thoughtless grin on her face. Drool flowed out from her slack jaw, past her chin and around her neck. Her tongue laid slack out the side of her mouth. The frog blinked, and got one last taste, brushing her tongue against the fake fur of the rabbit ears. She closed her teeth and grinned, digging the fingers of both her hands into the lump on her neck, savoring the feeling of her food’s face _one last time_ as she pulled the protrusion down in unison with her throat. _Gulllllp._ Rope Bunny’s head sank down, joining the rest of her curled-up body within Lady Frog’s stomach. Lady Frog took a breath, and looked at the new, human-shaped bulge stretching out her green suit. Her legs gave out, and she fell backwards on her behind. _Dinner; or in other words, justice, had been served._ She went to grab the softness of her belly, but the fall had freed up some gas, and her cheeks puffed out… _**HOOOOURP!**_ Startled, the hostage in the corner of the room looked up. She realized she no longer heard any bickering or kicking, and thus the action must’ve now been through. She took a moment to ground herself, gazing around at her surroundings. The rabbit woman seemed to be gone now, _thank goodness._ The green woman from before was still here, only she now had a curled up human shape behind her suit… and she was mumbling under her breath, as if she was trying to whisper to someone. She had an obsessed look on her face, and was kneading the edges of her writhing belly like dough between her fingers. The former hostage paused. _Was she still in danger?_ She tried to speak, but her voice felt hoarse, so she cleared her throat. Lady Frog was brought back to Earth, and she wiped the unheroic look off her face. “Oh, you’re uh… you’re fine now?” said Lady Frog. “S-somewhat…” said the woman. The air stung, and she could still smell bitter acid on her clothes. “Alright… well, you won’t have to worry about that kidnapper anymore,” said Lady Frog, patting her squirming prize. “If that’s what you’re worried about.” It was very hard for the woman not to think about being in the rabbit woman’s position just a moment ago. “You’re not gonna… take her to jail?” “Oh, I-” Lady Frog stifled a burp with her fist. “I took her to jail, alright.” The former hostage kept a straight face. “...besides,” said Lady Frog, “I can’t take a risk like that. Because, well, what if she does the same thing again!” She gestured around the room. “Look around! She’s a freak.” The woman took a slow look around the room, at all the toys, spikes, and pieces of rope laying about. She turned her gaze back to Lady Frog, who had changed her position in a matter of seconds. She was attempting to hook her right leg around her thrashing belly, while her left hand was squeezing the softness inside. Not only that, but her tongue was sneaking out of her mouth like a snake, creeping towards her lively belly. “...a freak?” asked the former hostage. Lady Frog slurped her tongue back into her mouth. “Hm? Uh, oh yeah. That girl was- that girl is _bad news._” **_GwRRRRRn…_** Lady Frog’s pupils widened, and she glanced down at her stomach, which now shook with a little less vigor. Lady Frog licked her lips absentmindedly, then looked at the former hostage with enthusiasm. “You wanna see something cool?” said Lady Frog. She squeezed what looked like the rabbit woman’s kneecap in one hand, and made a grasping motion in the air with her other hand. “When digestion starts to kick in, you can actually _feel_ their body getting mushier by the minute. It’s kinda freaky,” she said, playfully sticking her tongue out. “Come feel!” The woman flinched as the frog showed her tongue. She wasn’t sure how she could respond in words, so she took a step back and made a “no” gesture with her hands. “No biggie,” said Lady Frog, now squeezing her belly with both hands. “I mean, I dunno. It’s just a weird sort of thing I like, it’s kinda…” The hero looked closer at the former hostage’s expression. The hostage had an uncomfortable look, with her shoulders tensed, and her arms crossed against her chest. Lady Frog felt red in the face. “...uh, don’t, don’t worry about it, never mind.” The superhero then stood back up on her feet. The other woman’s eyes glanced at Lady Frog’s belly, bouncing in the air as she stood. The green orb now lacked the definition it had a moment ago, and was much smoother. Her eyes then raced to Lady Frog’s outstretched hand. “What’s… what’s your name? I, uh, think I forgot to ask you earlier, hah…” she said. The woman forced herself to speak. “Melanie.” “Baloney?” responded the frog. _“Melanie,”_ she repeated. She shook Lady Frog’s hand, and her fingers squelched against the thick mucous of the frog’s hand. Lady Frog limply shook the woman’s hand. “Melanie, nice to meet you.” _Fuck, what was she supposed to say here? Should she compliment her outfit or something?_ “I… I um, I like your outfit!” said the frog. “Thanks, it’s, well…” said Melanie, looking down at her melted shirt. _It’s been torn to shreds, thanks to you,_ she thought, trying to pry her hand off Lady Frog’s stickier hand. _Was my hand stuck to this woman’s hand now?_ Lady Frog felt Melanie tug on her hand. “Uh, shoot, sorry, my hands kinda do that sometimes. Cause, hah, you know…” Her voice trailed off. The awkwardness was killing her. _Shit, how did she save this conversation? Do I talk about the weather? Her outfit again?_ Lady Frog glanced at Melanie’s outfit again, or rather, its tattered remains. It was slobbery, still glistening from spit and stomach acid. The dainty bits of fabric that were still left did their best to cover her smooth body… Lady Frog felt Melanie pull harder, now grabbing her own stuck wrist with her free hand. The way Melanie tugged made her feel just so _helplessly stuck to me…_ **_Gwrrrrrn…_** Lady Frog looked up at Melanie. Melanie did the same. Lady Frog’s body decided this was also the perfect time for her to instinctively lick her lips. Melanie _yanked_ her hand free from Lady Frog’s and took five big steps back. Her pupils shrank, and she put her arms out in front of herself. _Oh lord,_ thought Lady Frog. _She was doing it again…_ Lady Frog stumbled over her own words. “I didn’t- that accidentally, um, I’m sorry, that wasn’t me, uh…” She looked back at Melanie, still with the same damning expression she had before. The frog then crossed her arms tightly around her own stomach. “I have to go now. Are… do you need water, or food, or…” As fate had it, however, Lady Frog had crossed her arms a bit too tightly over her stomach. For it then let out another queasy rumble, and Lady Frog had to grab the underside of her soupy gut… **_AAOOOURP!_** Something metal clanked to the floor, and Melanie jumped. Lady Frog looked down, and saw it was one of Rope Bunny’s shoes, dripping with stomach juice. Lady Frog couldn’t bring herself to tilt her gaze back up. “Oh god, I’m- that was my- or it wasn’t, I…” There was no recovering from this. “Sorry, I’ll- I’ll leave you be now…” muttered Lady Frog, her voice trailing off as she mumbled curses to herself. She stumbled towards the apartment door, gaining speed until she had begun running out the hallway. Melanie stayed completely still, even as the door shut. She had no clue what to make of this whole situation. She almost wanted to feel bad, but… _could she even afford to do that?_ … In the corner of a McDonalds, the cheapest place that was still open at this time of night, a woman with messy black hair was angrily chewing through a burger. The wrapper laid across from her, and eleven more wrappers were piled up to her side. _Fucking… you just HAD to want seconds,_ she thought. She looked down at her stomach. _You just ALWAYS have to be hungry, nothing is ever fucking good enough for you, is it?_ Her stomach almost seemed to laugh in her face. _Bwrrrrrn…_