Your eyelids begin to flutter, and you find yourself unable to suppress a yawn. The yawn turns into a loud burp, and you laugh to yourself and decide to drift off for a bit. Cupping your swollen belly in your hands, you stagger into the living room and heave yourself into one of the more comfortable armchairs. Austin is still squirming a bit inside you, perhaps having second thoughts about the finality of his decision. Not that it matters anymore. He's no longer the party's host, or your friend, or even a person; he's just food now, ready to be digested.
You sigh contentedly and pat your stomach. Leaning back in the chair, you bask in the feeling of ultimate bliss and slip into unconsciousness for a short while.
You wake some indeterminable amount of time later and see that it's still dark outside. You blink sleepily and slowly open your eyes to discover...
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