"Public Performance" [Art]

[Contains Nudity, Sex, Oral Vore/Unwilling Prey, Implied Digestion, Intoxication/Drug Reference]

They were going overboard again.

It wasn't difficult to indulge too hard for Vesper. Despite their immense appetites, their body was only so big. Their binges often led to a swollen, gurgling belly far larger than the rest of their body, their massive hangover contributing to why they're staying in bed for a few days.

"Eh." V often said, shrugging their shoulders, "What can I do, hmm? I'm a rockstar."

And what a star they were. Their tour was finally coming to a close, and this particular concert had gone off without a hitch. Their vocal cords were still buzzing from the deep screaming they had practiced, the guttural sound capping off the final song of their encore ("Acid Slash" was a particularly demanding track, but they pulled it off)

The afterparty was already getting started by the time V had stripped to their binder & boots, their more masculine silhouette bathed in the red lights of the green room. A haze of thick weed smoke was already starting to form, a joint rolled and quickly tucked between the outstretched fingers of the master vocalist. This, they thought, would be a night to remember - or one to forget, depending on how much they could drink & smoke.

This turned out to be QUITE a bit. They were already through a second joint before their mind started to fuzz, and the high was delicious~! Their eyes scanned over the many guests that were partying with the band, their dutiful bandmates getting similarly inebriated as the hours wore on. At one point, V found themself straddling a particularly handsome member of the crew (at least they thought he was handsome? Who can remember, they're all just grey blurs in the end...) Their mind, already swimming in the delicious mixture of crossfading chemicals, knew they wanted more - and soon enough, the koala was bare where it counted, their latex boots & fishnets staying on for the experience.

Riding this fresh piece of meat, head swimming with endorphins, another appetite awoke within the hedonistic singer's belly - all the munchies from the night hit them hard, and soon the hunger was unbearable. Without loosing the rhythm in their hips, they grabbed the arm of a random party goer and stuffed his paw into their mouth. This soon-to-be snack was naturally surprised, freezing for a moment in shock, but when his arm disappeared up to his elbow, he started to struggle. Despite his protests (and their boytoy's shocker reaction) Vesper couldnt' stop themself, making short work of the deeply unlucky stranger. What did they care? They were hungry, and he was the closest thing they could get their claws into.

With a belch and a moan loud enough to be heard over the pounding music, Vesper grinned.

This night would be forgotten in the morning, their little snack (and likely the lucky guy beneath them) just a dozen gallons of calories sloshing in their guts, a headache like no other splitting through their mind...

...but who cared? That was future V's problem. A rockstar's gotta do what a rockstar is gonna do~

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