Ashely was heading toward his dorm room after the insane party last night. Just because it was Sunday didn't mean Ashely didn't have anything to do today. He still had some school work to complete before he went to class Monday. Heading to his room, Ashely got out one of his textbooks and started to go over the previous chapter and the next one this week. It wasn't long before Ashely heard the front door open and his roommates walking in too. They were talking about something that Ashely couldn't pick up on and decided to talk with them.

Ashely walked out to the living room and found they were already setting up a video game to play.

"Want to join in," Fred ask handing him one of the controllers. Ashely thought better but decided it couldn't hurt. Besides he had plenty of time to read the next chapter before class.

"Sure," Ashely said as he sat down and picked up the controller that was offered to him. It wasn't long before Ashely was sucked into a death match between roommates as it was a free for all and the intensity of the match heated up as each player tried to beat the others. Before Ashely knew it, it was almost 9pm.

"What the hell?" Ashely said realizing what time it was.

"What," Phil asked still playing.

"It's 9!" Ashely let out a groan as he dropped the controller. "I still need to make dinner, shower, do laundry, and do some homework," Ashely complained.

"You could always skip class tomorrow," Fred offered still engrossed in the game that the others were still playing.

Ashely would have normally skip class just to sleep in or to put off his other daily duties he should be doing but... it was professor Steven's class in the morning. And Ashely didn't want to skip his lectures.

"I can't," Ashely said getting up leaving his roommates one player short in their intense game. No sooner did he leave did Phil and Frank team up against Fred.

"No Ashely don't leave! I thought we were friends!" Fred cried out as he was now starting to get doubled teamed.

Ashely just shook his head as he listened to Fred complain about how unfair it was that it was now 2v1. Still Ashely had things to do before heading to bed. Ashely made something to eat, took a shower, and then started his laundry before going to bed around 10ish. Ashely even managed to finish reading the chapter before he went to sleep, lucky him.

Monday was like any other Monday for Ashely, he woke up late again and to Clair texting him to get up. So they had to run to class, again...

"You need to stop staying up so late," Clair told Ashely as they ran to their Math class again.

"I knoooooooow," Ashely cried out behind Clair trying to keep up. They ran into the building and climbed those damn stairs to reach their class.

Clair and Ashely made it on time and took their seats just as Professor Steven entered the classroom.

"Good morning," He greeted the class. "I'll hand out everyone's quiz from last week, after class. If you have any questions about them, you can see me afterwards."

Ashely took notes on the topic that Professor Steven taught today. However, Ashely couldn't help but day dream too about his little man crush he had on the Professor. It didn't take long before Ashely's dream was interrupted by Professor Steven's saying the most hated word in history, "Exam."

Ashely snapped out of it at the 4 letter nightmare word that every student dreaded.

"Exam," Ashely asked Clair next to time "What Exam?"

She grinned, "Day dreaming a bit too much? He said next week is our Exam."

Ashely gulped. "Didn't we just have a quiz?"

"Yeah, and now we have an Exam."

"Ok, and now for your quizzes," Professor Steven said as he pulled out everyone's quizzes. Professor Steven walked around the classroom and handed back everyone's graded quiz.

Ashely was dreading this. He always hated getting his grades. He wasn't sure how good he did on the quiz last week, but he had a feeling it wasn't good as he was the last student to get his grade back face down. Ashely gulped as he looked over to Clair who flipped her quiz over and had a 78 on it.

"What? But-I-," Clair mumbled as she went over her mistakes on the quiz. She studied hard for that quiz, probably harder than Ashely did and she didn't get the grade she felt she deserved.

"What did you get," Clair asked Ashely who still hadn't looked.

"I," Before Ashely could answer Clair grabbed his paper and flipped it over for her to see.

They both stared at the marks on his paper left by the Professor: 100% Good Job!

It was also followed by a little smile face with thumbs up.

Clair looked as shocked as Ashely. "I guess I you're ready for the exam next week. We should study together," Clair told Ashely.

"Ok, but I still think I got lucky," Ashely told Clair as he looked over his answers. "We can study over the weekend," Ashely told Clair.

"I'll bring the snacks," Clair told Ashely.

It was Saturday and Ashely sat in his room disappointed. He looked at his phone for the third time today and read the text sent by Clair. "Sorry I can't make it. Will wants to hangout today. Maybe sometime this week we can study. See you later."

Ashely let out a bored sigh. Sure, he tried to hook William and Clair up last weekend at Clair's party but he didn't think that they were going to hook up that fast. What was bothersome was the fact that Ashely didn't really feel like he needed to study and was only going to study with Clair because she asked. Now that she wasn't coming, what was he going to do? Ashely poked his head out of his room and looked around. Phil's door was closed so he was either sleeping or went out by himself. Looking across to the other hallway where his other roommates lived, he noticed that Fred's door was closed but Frank's was open. Maybe Frank would want to hang out. Walking out into the living room he spotted Frank already sitting on one of the couches playing video games. Ashely was about to ask if he could join when he noticed that Frank was playing a single player game. Not wanting to bother him and asking him to switch games, Ashely headed back to his room and let out another tired sigh.

The one time he didn't have work or school things, and now there was nothing to do. Ashely turned his head toward his window and looked out of it. Time to make some fun...

Brandon was walking back to his dorm after grabbing some lunch from the cafeteria. Brandon didn't have a care in the world as he headed toward the large dorm. All he was thinking about was what his girlfriend would want to do later today. Would she want to get drunk at a party? Did she want to just stay in, Netflix and chill? Either way Brandon didn't care, so long as he was with her. At that thought, he was coming up to the dorm building that he lived in to grab some stuff before heading over. Suddenly Brandon felt a weird sensation run through his body and suddenly everything was dark. Brandon cried out for help as he felt warm fleshy walls surround his body preventing any movement.

Where was he? What was going on? Brandon tried to move but was restrained by the crushing walls around him. His body was being trapped by whatever that was surrounding him. Brandon couldn't move, but he knew that whatever was restraining him was made of something living. He could feel the fleshy walls pin him and the heat coming from the living walls. However, this didn't help Brandon know where he was or why he was here, all he knew was that he was in trouble. Just as he thought the confinements of his prison couldn't get any tighter, they started to lessen on him. Before Brandon knew it, light started to shine in from gaps in his prison that weren't there from before. Watching as the walls peeled back and slowly revealed another world to Brandon, he didn't move as he looked upon the enormous world that was revealed to him.

Brandon got glimpses of where he was and he wasn't sure how he should have reacted to it. The walls that were trapping him were not actually walls but enormous fleshy digits that belonged to an even larger hand, which in turned lead to an arm, and then the rest of the gigantic body of a stranger. Brandon looked past the giant only to see that he was in a similar dorm room that he lived in, only it was decorated differently by this giant that held him in his hand. Just as Brandon was about to take a shaken step forward, he noticed that something else was off. Looking down at his legs he realized in pure horror and confusion that they weren't his. Where Brandon was hoping to see 2 simple human legs, he saw 6 legs. They were insect legs!

Before Brandon could speak the Giant spoke first, "I'll save us some time by answering some simple questions you probably have. Yes, I turned you into a fly. I was bored and figured that this could be fun if we played a game. No, you don't have a choice." Brandon just looked onto the Giant's cold smile. "In a few moments I'm about to go to the bathroom and leave this room. You will have a choice to either stay here and wait for my return when we can have lots of fun," The Giant said with a wicked smile that said it wouldn't be a good idea. "Or you can try and get my roommates attention. I figured it would be more fun if I let you keep your ability to speak. If you can get them to realize you're a person and not a simple fly, I'll change you back to normal. However, once you leave this room, I'll be treating you like any other insect. It's your choice," The Giant told him. The Giant had the most evil smile on his face at whatever he was thinking of right now.

Brandon was terrified at what he was dragged into.

Brandon took a step, or steps back only to fall over from the new set of legs he had. This seemed to please the Giant greatly because he couldn't help but giggle at his response.

"Careful now, the game hasn't even begun yet. Don't need you hurting yourself before it starts now can we?"

"Why," Brandon shouted up at the Giant.

The giant just rolled his eyes, "Why is it always why." He leaned in and gave him another cold smile that chilled him. "Why not," He asked him. Before Brandon could retort, the Giant inhaled and blew on Brandon causing him to get hit with a large gust of wind. This caused him to be pushed around off the Giant's hand that he was on and go tumbling down until he landed on the wooden desk that was below him. "Now, I'll be back. I hope I don't find an insignificant insect waiting for me on my desk to be played with," The giant giggled as he quickly got up out of his chair and skipped out the door like a happy 12 year old girl that just got a new toy to play with. Brandon heard the sound of a door closing and could only suspect that the Giant went to the bathroom. Not one to take a threat lightly, Brandon figured his best bet was to get the hell out of here. If what the Giant was telling him was true, then he had to play his fucking game.

Brandon tried to walk forward but found it was incredible more difficult walking with 6 legs than it was with 2. The awkward movements produced by the extra legs caused Brandon to stumble forward into the desk. Brandon forced himself to get up and try to move again but it was frustrating trying to walk. This was ridiculous. Any second now that Giant was going to come back. Brandon wasn't sure what plans he had for him but he wasn't going to find out. Stumbling toward the edge of the desk Brandon looked over the vast room and toward the open door that was his only hope of survival. He had to get out of here now.

Brandon looked down, it was a loooong way down. Brandon peered over the edge and saw the carpeted floor that would greet him if he were to fall. Brandon was hesitant. But after a few moments, he figured it was better to fall to his death than to give that sick fuck any pleasure of torturing him. Brandon took the leap of faith hoping that he could learn to fly before he hit the floor. Falling through the air, Brandon did everything he could to get his wings to start to move. Luckily for him it wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Brandon felt his descent slow down until he was hovering in the air as he flapped his wings as hard as he could. Brandon let out a happy cry of success as he was now flying. Suddenly he heard the sound of a toilet flushing.

Shit, he needed to leave now!

Doing his best with his new body, Brandon used his wings to move faster and to push him forward toward the open door. Flying was a new experience for Brandon as he was propelled through the air at an amazing speed. Brandon cut through the air as he sped toward the doorway that signaled the edge of the room he was in and the hallway that was connected to it. As Brandon crossed the archway to the other room, he noticed that there was a door closed at the end of the hallway off to his right. There was another door across from Brandon with the lights on. He figured that the room dead ahead had to be the bathroom where the Giant that did this to him was. Deciding not to be seen by him, he quickly turned toward his left where the hallway lead out toward more of the apartment. Brandon could hear sounds coming further ahead. It sounded like explosions and gunfire from some kind of video game. Deciding that he was safer this way, Brandon flew toward the noise.

As Brandon entered the living room he saw that there was another hallway further forward where there was a door open and a light on showing that there was someone else here in the apartment. Off to Brandon's right was a kitchen with no one in it. To his left was the living room with a few chairs and couches. On one of the couches sat someone he never met before playing a video game. He was leaning forward as he seemed to be really into the game he was playing. To Brandon's horror he had a headset on as he was playing the game. If what the Giant told him was true and he could still talk, he wouldn't be able to tell this new person anything if he had a headset on. Still... Brandon decided to try and get his attention. The sooner he was turned back to normal the better. He was already starting to feel tired from flying so far. Brandon got closer to the male that was sitting there gaming, oblivious to him. Brandon decided to land on the other side of the couch as he thought of how to approach the gaming Giant. As Brandon was trying to come up with a plan, he heard the bathroom door open and the one that put him in this situation walking toward his bedroom and closed the door. After catching a quick break and determining how to best approach the oblivious Giant, Brandon decided to try flying toward his ear.

Taking off from the side of the couch Brandon flew toward the Giant and floated near. "Hey! Excuse me!" Brandon tried to shout at him.

The Giant didn't even flinch. He continued to play his game.

"HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME," Brandon shouted hoping to get past the large headset on his ears but failing. Damn it. Brandon would have to get his attention some other way. Moving toward the Giant's face, Brandon decided to appear in his line of sight and get noticed. As Brandon floated in front of the Giant's face, he realized he was being ignored by the Giant as he looked past him. He had to do something that would get his attention off the screen, or... Brandon got an idea.

Brandon moved toward the TV and landed on the screen. He could feel the warm heat coming off the screen as he walked over the characters on the screen hoping that this would get the Giant's attention.

"Damn bug," Brandon heard the Giant say.

It's working!

Suddenly Brandon saw something moving toward him at an alarming speed. Panicked, Brandon jumped off the TV screen just in time as he watched a magazine sail through the air and land where he just was standing. Brandon hovered where he was in total shook... he could have been hit. What was he thinking!? He looked like a fly, and what do people normally do to bugs? They kill them.

This wasn't going to work, at least not with this Giant. If he couldn't hear him through his headphones then there was no way he would know that he was a person and not a bug. Frustrated at his first attempt at being discovered failing, Brandon decided to rethink his plan. He quickly flew over to a wall out of the Giant's view. Just in case he decided to throw something else at him, like a shoe. Brandon was trying to think of another way to get the gamer's attention when he saw out of the corner of his eye another figure moving. Brandon watched as this new Giant came from the hallway he had yet to explore. The Giant walked toward the fridge in the kitchen and opened it up. He grabbed a few things and started to head back toward his room. Deciding that it might be easier to get him to notice him, Brandon decided to follow. Jumping off the wall he was on, Brandon flapped his wings as he followed the new roommate.

Brandon watched the Giant walk into his room and left his door open. Following after him, Brandon flew into the room and caught a certain scent that filled the room. It was a weird smell that Brandon wasn't too familiar with. Just as Brandon was going to question it, he saw the Giant sitting comfortably in his chair relaxing with headphones on.

Damn it...

The Giant proceeded to eat the snacks that he brought in his room as he listened to whatever he had playing. Brandon wasn't sure what to do now. How was he supposed to get the Giant's attention?

Deciding to at least try and hope that he got better results, Brandon flew closer to the Giant as he was finishing up a cheese stick. Brandon buzzed in front of the Giant, this was when Brandon got a better look at the Giant's face, or better yet his eyes. Brandon could see how red and dazed his eyes were. The Giant was completely stoned. Brandon hovered there in front of the Giant who didn't even seem to be able to comprehend that there was a fly in his face. He just kept eating the last of the chips and snacks on his desk he had and spacing out.

"Oh come on," Brandon shouted at the Giant who didn't even notice him.

Just as Brandon was about to leave thinking he had better luck with the other Giant, the blazed Giant took off his headphones.

"Finally," Brandon said to himself.

Suddenly the Giant let out a loud yawn as he stretched in his chair. Brandon was so close to the Giant's mouth that when the Giant inhaled the air being pulled in started to drag Brandon with him. Brandon quickly flapped his wings as fast as he could to escape the sudden vacuum of air and escape the now massive maw that was wide enough to swallow him whole without noticing.

"Noooo," Brandon cried out as he started to get dragged past the lips of the Giant who was still inhaling air. He wasn't going to make it!

Suddenly the air reversed as the yawn turned to an exhale. The gust of air blasted Brandon out of the way as he tumbled through the air with a hot gust of air that smelled like the cheese stick and nacho chips that the Giant was just eating. It took Brandon a few seconds to recover from the blast of air and to straighten himself in midair. Once he was stable Brandon turned back toward the Giant who was now proceeding to head to his bed for what looked like a nap.

"No, no, no," Brandon said out loud trying to get noticed. If the Giant fell asleep now, he would have to wait till he woke up! Brandon quickly buzzed toward the Giant who just started to lay down and close his eyes. Brandon flew up to the Giant's ear and started to shout at him. "Wake up! Hey you! Come on!" The Giant slowly moved. Brandon moved out of the way to avoid being crushed by the Giant. He watched as the blood shot eyes slowly opened and Brandon was finally being noticed. But was it as a fly or a person. "Help me! You're fucking crazy roommate turned me into a fly!"

It took the Giant a few seconds as if processing what he was saying. "Oh... ohhh dude ... that sucks."

"NO FUCKING SHIT!"

"Like... we should get you some help."

Although these were the words and acknowledgement Brandon wanted, it didn't seem like this Giant was fully understanding what he was saying. "Listen to me, I'm a person. I just look like this because of your roommate, you know the one with the pink bed in his room."

The Giant nodded slowly. "Yeah, Ashely... he turned you into a fly?" The Giant's face looked confused as if trying to process this.

"Yeah, he's crazy! Look, could a fly talk to you like this?"

The Giant's face seemed to be working it out as he thought about it. Then finally a smile came to his face. "Flies can't talk..."

"Exactly!"

"Man... I am sooooo baked right now."

To Brandon's horror the Giant laughed and closed his eyes. He slowly rolled over completely forgetting that there was a talking fly in his room.

"NOOOO, Turn around!"

But the Giant didn't listen. He was already breathing heavily as he passed out in his bed.

"Wake up damn you!" Brandon shouted as he landed on the Giant's ear shouting into it and trying to wake him up. Brandon even tried to kick him awake with his legs but found that either he was really out of it or knew how to ignore small annoyances.

How could he just sleep like that while he was a fly?!

.... Well at least he would be safer in here than out there where Ashely might be. But what should he do? He could wait here praying that when the Giant woke up he remember at least a little bit of their conversation, or try the gaming Giant again. Brandon didn't know which one was worse the stoner who couldn't tell that he wasn't an actual fly or the one that tried to kill him.

Just as Brandon was going to decided he heard a door open.

"I got pizza!"

"I know that voice," Brandon said out loud. Brandon knew this new comer.

Quickly, Brandon took off from the sleeping Giant and headed toward the living room where to his joy he recognized the familiar face of Phil. They both had class together this semester.

"PHIL," Brandon shouted out hoping he could hear him from here. Unfortunately, they were too far apart.

"You ready to get your beating for the day," Phil asked the gaming Giant.

"Yeah, ok," The Giant replied sarcastically. "Last I checked I won our last game."

"That didn't count," Phil told the gamer. "Besides I told you it wasn't fair the sun was in my eyes."

"That has got to be the lamest excuse I have ever heard."

Brandon watched as Phil set the pizza box down on the table, as he took his seat next to the other Giant.

"You can have a slice, Frank," Brandon offered "if you give me first pick."

"Deal," Frank said reaching for a slice.

Brandon had to get Phil's attention before the game started and he zoned out like Frank previously. Brandon was about to fly over when to his shock he caught a glimpse of something off to his side. Out of pure instinct Brandon dove as there was a thunderous clapping noise as two giant hands slammed together right where he just was.

"Damn, almost got you," Ashely said with a sickening grin.

"What are you doing," Phil asked looking confused as to why his roommate just clapped his hands together.

"There's a fly around here," Ashely said looking around the room for the insect.

"Oh yeah, that little shit wouldn't get off the TV," Frank told them as he finished his slice of pizza.

"Well, he better not distract me or else," Phil said as he finished selecting his character.

Brandon landed on ceiling out of reach of Ashely. He had to catch his breath from the near-death experience. He didn't even notice Ashely leave his room. Now how was he supposed to get Phil's attention. Brandon watched Ashely search around for him and finally gave up in a few moments. Ashely took a seat in-between Phil and Frank as he opened the pizza box and took a slice.

"Where's Fred," Ashely asked.

"Room," Frank answered as he selected his character.

"Should we save him some," Ashely asked.

As if they rehearsed, both Frank and Phil answered at the same time, "Nope."

Brandon decided to use this time to try and get Phil's attention. Flying toward Phil, Brandon moved toward his ear and shouted at him, "PHIL!"

Just as Brandon was going to saw more, he saw Ashely look toward him. Brandon quickly flew away before he was attacked by the vicious Giant.

"What's up," Phil asked not even turning to see who called him.

"I call next round," Ashely said.

"You should be telling Frank that, I'm not going to lose."

Damn it! Brandon couldn't get close to Phil while Ashely was there. How was he supposed to get his attention? Suddenly the loud noise of the video game filled the room. "This is hopeless..." There was no way that Brandon will be able to get Phil attention while he's playing. The game was just too loud itself, and with Ashely guarding Phil's right ear there left only one place that Brandon could go to plead for help. Brandon flew to the other side of Phil's head as he tried to get him to notice him.

"PHIL!" Brandon shouted.

Phil didn't even move as he continued to mash buttons and play the video game.

Trying again Brandon got closer, "LOOK OVER HERE!"

"Huh," Phil said out loud just glancing over toward Brandon not really seeing him before turning his attention back to the screen.

Its working! Brandon just had to get a little closer so he could hear him. Getting as close as he could to Phil's ear he prepared to scream into his ear to get his attention. "PHIL-"

Out of nowhere a giant hand came slamming into Brandon's body sending him flying through the air. Brandon was tumbling through the air unable to gain control of his trajectory as he fell at an alarming rate to God knew where.

"Fucking fly," Phil said out loud letting Brandon know that his words didn't get through to him.

Brandon finally crashed on a soft sticky surface. Brandon needed to get up but found that he was stuck to something gooey and sticky. Suddenly the smell of pizza sauce and cheese filled his receptors. Looking around Brandon realized where he was, on top of the pizza in the middle of the table.

"VICTORY!" The TV blared out.

"Told you I would win," Frank said sounding cocky.

"That doesn't count that damn fly distracted me," Phil said sounding upset.

"Sure it did," Frank said not sounding convinced.

"If I ever see that thing again I'm going to kill it," Phil told them as he passed the control over to Ashely.

"Speak of the devil," Ashely said looking straight at Brandon. "I think I see it," Ashely said leaning closer giving Brandon a devilish grin. "Yeah... that's him alright."

"Ahhh, on the pizza too," Phil said sounding even more upset. "This thing knows how to piss me off."

"It's your fault for smacking it across the room," Frank told him.

Phil looked over to Frank, "So now you believe me that I was distracted?"

"Wouldn't have matter I was winning the entire time."

"Great now I have to throw away a slice of pizza," Phil said reaching toward the piece that Brandon was on.

Brandon tried to budge from the cheese that held onto his legs and somehow also on his wings. He could barely move as the cheese held fast to him. It got worse when the slice of pizza picked up pushing more of the melted cheese and sauce around and on top of Brandon only causing him more problems with moving. He was being buried alive and there was nothing he could do.

Just as Phil was getting up to throw away the pizza with Brandon on it when Ashely said something that frightened Brandon even more. "I bet you won't eat it," Ashely dared him.

"Huh, ... for how much," Phil asked already considering it.

"PHIL," Brandon shouted for help that went unnoticed.

"You can't be serious," Frank said sounding disgusted at the thought.

"What, it would just be extra protein," Phil said already defending his actions that he might take.

"You have no idea just how disgusting this is," Frank said looking a little sick just thinking about it.

"Well," Phil asked Ashely again, "How much are we talking about?"

"You can't be serious," Brandon cried out still not being heard. With renewed strength Brandon tried to get out of the puddle of pizza that kept his movement hindered.

"I got a Code Red soda in the fridge," Ashely said.

"Deal," Phil said without even giving it a second thought.

Brandon was horrorstruck at the fact that his life was being ended for the price of a fucking soda.

"I'll go get it," Ashely said getting up from the couch and hurriedly grabbing the soda.

"Sorry little guy, shouldn't have bugged me," Phil said as he now picked up the piece of pizza that had Brandon on it and folded the sides crushing more of the pizza into Brandon now completely immobilizing any attempt to break free.

"This is disgusting," Frank said sounding sick, yet he watched as Phil prepared to devour the pizza and the extra toping to it.

"Wait for me," Ashely said giddily as he hurried over to watch Phil eat. "Here," He said setting the red soda down in front of Phil.

"Bottom's up," Phil said as he moved the slice of pizza forward to his hungry mouth.

Brandon screamed out one more time for help but the only response he got was Ashely giggling in delight. Brandon looked toward the open maw that gapped even larger as the tip of the pizza entered. Brandon watched as Phil moved more and more of the pizza in the awaiting cave that seemed endless. It wasn't long before more of the pizza was shoved into the mouth as it slide over the pink tongue and toward the back of the throat. Brandon cried out for mercy as he looked up and watched a line of white pillars go past marking the entrance of the mouth. Brandon was shoved past those and entered the hot darkened cavern of Phil's mouth. Just as Brandon thought Phil had a mouthful, he was proved wrong as more pizza was shoved into his mouth forcing Brandon and the pizza around to accommodate the extra mass of the pizza. Still Phil kept shoving the slice into his mouth until his entire mouth was stuffed with the pizza, including the crust.

"Done," Phil said through the muffled mouthful of pizza.

Brandon was pushed up against something soft and slimy but couldn't tell if that was the pizza or a part of Phil's mouth. Suddenly everything was being stirred around as the sound of chewing could be heard. Phil was now break up the pizza for easier swallowing. Brandon just hoped this nightmare would eventually end as he felt himself getting crushed and smushed together with the rest of the pizza. At one point the sound of teeth slamming into teeth could be heard as Brandon was being moved toward a row of teeth that were cutting and pulverizing whatever was in the way. Brandon thought this was it when suddenly it stopped for a moment. There was a bright light that flooded the darkness. Brandon was able to look around and see the vast sea of mush that was left of the once large slice of pizza. Brandon was on top of the pile, thank God, and not below suffocating in the clay like material. Looking out at the opening of light, Brandon watched in horror as a giant can came up to block out most of the light. A wave of red liquid came rushing in and washing everything up into its torrent. Brandon let out a cry as the wave pushed him and the mass of pizza further back toward the edge of Phil's throat. The light quickly vanished as the mouth closed. Violently Brandon's entire world moved as the mouth tilted back quickly shoving everything in the mouth down to the back of the throat where, Brandon was washed away with the sticky sweet soda and mushy pizza.

GULP

"Ahhhh," Phil said letting out a content sigh from the massive mouthful he just swallowed.

Ashely felt extremely turned on. He had to do this more often.

"That was disgusting," Frank said after watching the massive bulge of food traveled down his roommate's throat to disappear out of sight.

Phil opened his mouth and let out a hefty belch. "Mmmm code red," Phil said tasting his burp.

"Ugggh," Ashely laughed.

Phil patted his stomach, "That hit the spot."

"Well at least the fly is gone," Frank said turning back to the video game that they were playing.

"Yeah, and I didn't even need to get the flyswatter," Ashely told them. "Thank God Phil was around."

"Our own personal flyswatter," Frank commented.

Phil didn't even seem phased, "Hey, I got a soda out of it." Phil lifted the soda up and took another sip of his hard-earned reward.

Brandon felt disgusted as he tried to move around in the constant churning of food muck and liquid that filled the chamber he was in. Suddenly there was an enormous splash of fluid that came pouring down that filled the chamber with the smell of soda. Brandon had to get out. Brandon tried to move his wings, only to find that they were ruined from being eaten. They tried to beat but they weren't in a fit state to help lift him up. He was flightless. Brandon cried out to no one as he attempted to get discovered. It was pointless. Brandon felt the raft of food he was on slowly shrink in size as the food became less solid and more slush and goo. There was a rumble as the chamber shook and another burp left the chamber. Brandon hoped he would pass out soon from lack of air and just let it end...

Ashely was too distracted to play the video game. He was greatly enjoying the sounds that Phil's stomach was making. Not to mention the sounds of disgust and cries for help coming from the fly that was just eaten. Ashely was using his powers to pick up every word and sound that Brandon was making. Just so his fun wouldn't end Ashely made sure that Brandon wouldn't need oxygen to continue to breath, just something to prolong the entertainment he was getting right now. Ashely ignored the lost that came up on the TV screen showing his defeat. He already felt like he won his game.

Brandon didn't know how long he had been stuck in here or how he was still breathing. All he knew was it was hell. The air was so humid he swore he was being cooked alive. The air carried the disgusting smell of the pizza, soda, and a strong acidic smell. Food and drink continued to rain down from above periodically, slowly filling the chamber up. Brandon was pushed off his food mound as it broke apart. He was covered in the nasty ocean of liquid soupy remains. Brandon cried out as he felt a biting sensation as the stomach was already starting to break him down. Brandon found something to climb onto as he pulled himself out of the broth that was slowly dissolving him.

One more time, just for the hell of it, Brandon cried out for help and begged for someone or something to save him. The only answer he got was the groaning of the monstrous stomach around him as it processed the food and drink in it. This was the end of Brandon. The sound of a nearby chunk of food landing in the pool of liquid sent a splash up and covering Brandon in more juices. The stinging sensation that lasted for a few moments burned and hurt enough to make Brandon cry out in pain. He tried to back away from where he was to get to safety. This was when he realized one of his legs was missing. He didn't know when or how but he could only move 5 of his legs and it didn't seem like he had a 6th.

"My leg..." Brandon cried as he couldn't see anything or where is leg might be.

"Whyyyyyy," Brandon screamed out wanting to know the answer.

As if to answer him there was a large burp again that rumbled the chamber breaking apart the floating mass of food sending Brandon into the acidic ocean that awaited him. Brandon could only wither in pain as he tried to get out only to sink further down into the dark depths already losing consciousness and falling apart.

"That was a big one," Phil laughed at the burp. "He was a fighter."

"Who," Frank asked still gaming against Phil.

"That fly."

Frank looked disgusted at the mention of the fly. "Are you telling me you felt it? I think I might be sick."

Phil seemed pleased, "Yep, and he lasted pretty long for a bug. But," Phil patted his gut. "Nothing beats this guy," Phil seemed proud of his gut. "That was a one-way trip for him."

"I still can't believe you ate a fly," Frank said.

"You know you eat like 9 bugs a year in your sleep," Phil said still gaming.

"No you don't," Frank replied.

"It's true. You don't' even know it. You just have your mouth open and they crawl in and..." Phil didn't finish what he was saying before Frank put the controller down and ran to the bathroom.

"VICTORY!" The TV yelled as Phil showed no mercy beating Frank as he ran to the bathroom sick.

"HA, I win!"

"You cheated!" Frank shouted from the bathroom.

Ashely couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Of course, he was also making sure that no one noticed how hard he was right now. The entire time Phil was eating and digesting that pesky little fly, Ashely was aroused. He would have to remember this event later tonight when he wanted to jerk off...

Fred woke up from his nap to the sounds of his roommate having fun. Heading out to meet them he took a seat still kind of under the influence. Once he sat down he looked over to Ashely and remembered something.

"Ash," Fred said looking at him.

"Yeah," Ashely answered.

"A fly told me that you turned him into a bug," Fred stated.

Everyone just looked at Ashely.

Ashely let out a defeated sigh at the discovery of his secret. "You caught me Fred. I've been turning people into bugs since I was a kid. Now that you know my secret," Ashely said getting up. He pointed at Fred, "I'll have to turn you into a bug too!!!" Ashely playfully waved his hands toward Fred making sound effect at made both Frank and Phil laugh, but causing the stoned Fred to flinch and cower away as if he really thought it was going to happen.

"Oh, come on Fred, you're so easy to mess with when your high," Phil said laughing.

"Man, that wasn't funny," Fred said sounding hurt.

"I would never turn you into a bug," Ashely told Fred. "Maybe something more like... a cookie?"

Fred perked up at the mention of food, "I could go for a cookie right now." Fred completely forgetting the conversation, he had about the fly and Ashely's hidden powers.

"Ok, let me see if we got any," Ashely.

"Oh get me one too," Phil said.

"How are you still hungry," Frank asked.

"What," Phil asked defensively.

"You just ate like a whole pizza," Frank said pointing to the empty box.

"And a fly," Ashely said bringing a box of cookies out for everyone.

"Don't remind me about that," Frank said looking a little sick from the mentioning of the bug.

Luckily no one saw the bulge already forming in Ashely shorts at the mere mention of his latest victim to his boredom....