I've just come out of a bathroom while waving the air behind me, and gasping in disbelief. I fart and burp freely in my schoolgirl costume that consists of a nice white shirt that's tied over a white lacey bra, a very short pink plaid mini-skirt that barely covers a pair of white lacey full bottom panties, a pair of white knee-high stockings that have 2 black stripes at the top, and a pair of black pleather flats. I'm appear to be in a bit of a bewilderment about something in the bathroom, and I'm taking photos of whatever that thing is. I'm also saying things like, "The height!" and "The v...

I've just come out of a bathroom while waving the air behind me, and gasping in disbelief. I fart and burp freely in my schoolgirl costume that consists of a nice white shirt that's tied over a white lacey bra, a very short pink plaid mini-skirt that barely covers a pair of white lacey full bottom panties, a pair of white knee-high stockings that have 2 black stripes at the top, and a pair of black pleather flats. I'm appear to be in a bit of a bewilderment about something in the bathroom, and I'm taking photos of whatever that thing is. I'm also saying things like, "The height!" and "The volume!", accompanied with an occasional impressed giggle here and there about the thing I'm photographing. Waving my hand one last time in front of my nose and vocalizing, "Whew, that is rank!", I leave to the living room.

It becomes apparent that I'm at a costume house party and I'm hanging out by myself, while laughing, farting, and belching. "Time to let your friends know what happened to you", I remark in an evil tone, before proceeding to update your social media photo of a giant pile of feculence. I still have your phone from when I had eaten you the other day, and after updating your profile photo, I decide to make a post in your name that includes all of the photos I just took in the bathroom a moment ago, which just so happen to showcase the amount of bones in the massive bowel movement I just took that absolutely buried the toilet at this party I'm attending. Laughing, I note, "Aww, look at his skull. He looked so scared!", before laughing even harder. I muse how you would think that after such a massive dump, I wouldn't be as gassy anymore, but here we are. The wind coming out of both sides of me never seems to cease.

I reminisce how I literally just got such a big payday from one of my cam girl fans for eating my roommate the other day. Now, at this party, I've destroyed the only toilet this place has with his mountain of remains, and I appear to be on cloud 9 about it. I start taking photos of myself in my adorable, yet sexy, little schoolgirl outfit and I don't notice someone approaching to me. Slightly startled, I give a "hello" to you, who happens to be a very cute newcomer. I compliment your professor costume, which flatters my schoolgirl costume perfectly. Thinking you're quite attractive, I openly flirt with you.

While we chat, I continuously release my flatulence in the forms of burps and farts as if it's nothing, and I notice it's causing you to get an erection. You note that I'm staring at your crotch and ask what I'm looking at. "Huh?" I reply, "Oh, nothing. I'm just a little dick-stracted. Uhh, dick-stract-- dick. DICK!". I sigh, "It's nothing.". I inquire how you know everyone here and you mention that you happen work with my roommate, but you don't know yet that this person is/was my roommate. I instantly feel a little pang of guilt, and ask a few more 'clarification' questions about this 'person' you were supposed to meet here. It soon becomes painfully clear to me that it really is/was my roommate that I just so happened to eat, digest, and leave the remains piled in the bathroom at THIS PARTY. To make things worse, you admit that it was going to be the first time that you guys were really going to get to hang out as friends. Feeling even more guilty, I'm hesitant to be loudly talking about this subject across the party, so I invite you to come closer under the excuse of being able to chat a bit easier.

Once you're closer, I gush about how cute I think you are. Returning the compliment, you also mention how you like my outfit, so I give a little twirl with some booty smack to show it off. Getting back onto the subject of your friend (*cough cough* my now old roommate) that you can't find, I comment how I'm actually grateful that you wound up here because we got to meet! I also imply how it seems that you aren't very put off by my -- well -- you know. "I mean", I add, "I'm sure you've noticed.". Noting your look of confusion, I wave it off. You then let me know you need to pee and that you'll be right back. Stumbling over whether I should warn or stop you, I take too long and you head off to use the bathroom.

While you're gone, I clench my teeth, grimacing about how his his friend from work is actually my roommate. The world can't be that small, can it? Seriously, of all people! "Well", I observe, "it's my roommate's fault that I took such a massive dump that this hot guy is about to discover.". Thinking about it, I'm not really THAT embarrassed by what he'll see in there. I'm more worried that once he gets a view of that gargantuan dump, it'll scare him off and he'll and run for the hills. Then again, he did totally have a boner whenever I'd belch or rip ass, and it was kinda cute that he didn't pick up on the fact that his hard on was what I was looking at when he saw me glancing at his crotch area.

Returning from the bathroom, you reveal what you've found in there, and I initially feign not knowing what's going on by asking things like, "How high?", "How much?", and "That sure is a lot of ordure if it was piled that high!". "How did you pee?", I ask, "Oh, in the sink?". During the entire conversation, my belching and farting ceases to relent. Curious, I question, "Was it impressive? Was it super rank?". Glancing down, I murmur, "Looks like you don't dislike it as much as you might say.". My attention snaps back to your face when you exclaim about the amount of bones sticking out of the astronomical messy pile and how the skull appeared to be stuck in a terrified expression.

Licking my lips, I slowly share my admission that it was me who did that in the bathroom. Seeing your confusion, I profess that, "THAT came out of me!" while pointing towards the bathroom. "Actually", I sheepishly concede, "I do that often.". Nervous that my confession will scare you away, I see instead that you actually want to know more. So, I reveal that I eat people, usually men, and then I dump them out. "But don't worry," I chirp, "I don't have my eye on you in that way.". Seeing the relief on your face, I continue on, "So, yeah, I eat men in different ways and I have some convenient super powers that assist in preventing those men from escaping once they've figured out what's going to happen to them. Then, I usually get instantly, and insanely, gassy after I've consumed a man in one of my various methods of eating them, by belching and farting nonstop. This is always followed by a human-sized pile of -- well -- of what you found in the bathroom."

Already stunned, and kind of turned on, by all of my confessions, I shock you further by making the biggest admission yet. I divulge that the king-sized mess pile in the bathroom that's fully buried the toilet, is actually my roommate. You ponder on what that has to do with anything, until I reveal that my roommate is actually the friend you've been looking for at this party. I quickly sputter about how I was given some -- motivation -- to eat him by some 'friends'. I ruefully apologize. I had no idea that things would go this way and I'm certain that there's no way you'll like me now. But then, I can't help myself and a laugh bursts from my lips because the look of utter fear I get right before eating someone is so amusing. It also turns me on and makes me drool. Still trying to make you feel better, I suggest that you go and pay your respects to your friend in the bathroom and say goodbye. I even offer to go with you and you agree.

Returning from the bathroom, we notice that the hosts are kicking everyone out because of what 'someone' did in the bathroom, rendering it unusable. I half-heartedly apologize again, while my gassy explosions continue from both ends, and mention how I hope to see you around sometime. You don't want me to just leave like that and blurt out that you'd like to go on a date with me! Surprised, and happy, I collect your number in hopes of getting see you again soon.

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This video is a part of a 4-DAY Release.

1) TODAY , I am releasing PART 1, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above.

2) Tomorrow, I will release the 2nd part.

3) The following day, I will release the 3rd part.

4) The day after that, will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience!