You let your compulsions guide your actions. Your body feels sleepiness, hunger, lust, and curiosity among other more basic urges. High-level thinking is really only when you need to navigate through a large amount of rules and social repercussions, which seldom apply to you. The only time you really need to consider your actions on such a level is when your safety is in question--you're not so desire-driven that you'd break into a police station and begin to eat armed officers because of a whim. But many things of less consequence than that? Do whatever the hell you feel like.

And so, you spin the wheel of What Do I Want To Do? in your brain. It slows down... yes... okay... looks like... it'll be... Satiate Hunger.

Your stomach growls loudly. Looks like you're hungry again.

You go to the first couch you looked at, with the nice linear orgy. The feet of the very first girl are right against the armrest of the sofa, so you simply raise them, place them in your mouth, climb over the armrest, and begin your crawl across the couch. As you move forward, her meaty legs slide into your stomach, curling them up as your mouth covers up to her shoulders. You pause and grab the rainbow-stocking feet one at a time, pulling off the socks and then putting the feet into your mouth next to the first girl's head. You continue your consumption, finally entirely engulfing the first girl, where you are up to the shoulders of the tanned guy and the knees of the now stocking-less girl.

Still forward you go, swallowing up the guy and stopping at the girl's navel. You use one hand to tug her tight shirt's collar, and the entire shirt bursts apart with almost no effort, her massive breasts spilling out from their former confinement. You then pull the platinum-blond's head forward and shove her head into the newly nude breasts, the blond's breasts also ending up in the face of the new nude. They continue their tonguework on each others' breasts instead of formerly on one another's tongues, it's still hot and no problem to them. You move on, stretching your lower jaw as you raise your mouth to cover the first set of head and breasts and then before you reach the second, you look up to see the black guy leaning forward over the blond's back, still pumping into the girl, staring at you with an aroused smile.

You reach forward and grab his shoulders, pulling him down against her back, his head coming up right to in front of your mouth, his face pressed against the blond's back, on the opposite side of the blond's boobs where the was-rainbow been-shirted girl had her face pressed against. He ceases to be able to thrust properly in that position, and you begin to swallow your triple person sandwich. You make steady progress and finally reach the end of the line, where your mouth is now the only thing on the whitey's dick, all others being in your stomach or throat.

He looks down at you and grins at his new blowjob, or so he thinks. You get up to your knees, taking his cock out of your mouth, and meet his height, as he is also on his knees on the couch. This one, you have to take in the normal way, and so you do, grabbing his head and shoving it into your mouth, and slurping him up in a second.

You let yourself fall backwards onto the couch, your belt busting open and your button popping off your jean shorts as your stomach the size of another person crashes against you when you land.

You let out a big belch and then your stomach growls again. You eye the next couch of fuckers between you and the stairs.