Callum was a bit out of his element. The dragon was very big, both in terms of height and weight; but he was very shy, and a bit of a nerd to top things off. A friend of his had invited him to this party, but Callum must have misinterpreted what the vibe of this party would be, because he really only knew one person at it. As soon as he got there, he just sort of ambled into the corner of the room, messing around on his phone while the loud chatter of the party effortlessly bounced off of him. He was pretty much a ghost here, and the dragon was fine with that... Until he felt his stomach start to groan. And, with Callum being as round as he was, ignoring the demands of his gut was not the wisest idea! Accordingly, the big, gray reptile slowly got to his feet, wandering aimlessly through the crowds of unrecognizable faces until he found his way into the kitchen. He had smelled something good coming from here earlier, even through the thick odor of alcohol that permeated the entire house. "Jackpot." Callum said to himself as he looked towards the counter, finding a huge plate of brownies all cut up and ready to go, with only one or two of them missing! The starving dragon looked around for a few seconds to make sure nobody would spot him doing this before reaching for the tray, opening wide and just pouring the entire thing right into his greedy gullet. Rich, fudgy, chocolatey bliss spread across the dragon's tongue, gooey and melty warmth filling Callum’s mouth for a few moments before he gulped the mass of fudgy goodness down. There was even a hint of some kind of spice, a little bit of extra flavor that intrigued the dragon as he wiped his mouth and made his way back into the party… After the dragon's brownie excursion, and a quick conversation with his friend about how good they had tasted, Callum went back to his corner for the time being, thinking nothing of the whole experience...for around a half hour, at least. Once that half hour ended, though, things started to get a little bit...weird. At first, the dragon just felt a bit more relaxed, at ease with his surroundings, even though he wasn't still going to jump into the party or anything. But then he started to get hot. Sweaty. Really fidgety and shaky. The dragon had no idea what on earth was going on, until he managed to catch a bit of a conversation that was going on nearby… "Did you try those edibles in the kitchen? They were fucking sick last time." E-edibles? Oh. Oh god. Those were weed brownies. And Callum had eaten the entire pan like it was nothing! It wasn't like this was the first time the dragon had had gotten high or anything, but whenever he did get high, he got the munchies. To a truly insane level. To the point where no fridge or pantry in this entire house could possibly sate him… The good news was, he was a dragon. And an intimidating, 9-foot-tall one at that. And, to someone his size, everybody walking around in this room was a potential meal! It was something that Callum would never, ever even consider when he was sober, but now? Now everyone would be on the menu. The dragon immediately stood up from the couch he was sitting on, partially because he just had to move to get these shakes out of him, and partially because he wanted to scan the crowd for a suitable first meal. He looked over the few, disorganized groups of people coming before his eyes zeroed in on one in particular: the only person he really knew at this party, and the one who had brought him here in the first place. A tall, lanky, sociable meerkat named Carey, who currently seemed to be in the middle of chatting with a very attractive-looking pink cat. Callum quickly made his way through the crowds of people, bumping shoulders and perhaps not realizing how much size he had on the people around him as he stumbled up to Carey. The meerkat almost instantly noticed his friend, turning to Callum with a big grin on his face and a drink in his hand. "Hey, what's up, buddy? Enjoying the party?" He asked nonchalantly, before noticing that Callum had a bit of an uncomfortable look on his face. "Uhyeahdo you think you could come upstairs so I can talk to you for a moment?" the dragon sputtered, talking a mile a minute and not really even giving Carey a chance to respond before grabbing the meerkat by the arm and tugging him out of the conversation. "Hey! What's the big idea dude, I was totally about to score…" Carey responded; Callum was much larger than the meerkat, though, so he just had to sort of contend with the dragon dragging him around like a ragdoll for the time being as the two made their way into a more private space. After the two of them stumbled up the stairs together, Callum made his way over to a large closet and pulled Carey inside before slamming the door shut behind the two of them. While Callum took a moment to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his brow, Carey had a moment to really take in how distressed Callum was looking right now. "Y-you all right, big guy? Maybe I could get you some water or something?" Callum took another moment to collect himself before responding, blurting out his answer in a very long run-on sentence. "Well I was really hungry and I saw the brownies in the kitchen and they looked really good so I ate them all but then I found out they were weed brownies and now I'm having a really bad trip and you know how I get when I get high and…" *gWwWwWWWwwoorrRRRrrrblll…* The last point that Callum was trying to make was explained much better by his own stomach. The raucous, unpleasant noise bounced off the tiny walls of the closet, ringing in Carey's ears as he struggled to understand the fast talking dragon. "Wait wait wait wait wait. So you're tripping balls right now?" Callum didn't respond to that question verbally. Instead, the dragon looked down at his growling stomach with a bit of annoyance, before once again staring at the friend he had cornered in this closet...yeah. Carey was food now. The dragon lunged forward with both arms outstretched, opening his mouth wide and scooping Carey up into his arms in, frankly, quite the impressively speedy motion for someone of his voluptuousness! Callum quickly CHOMPED down on the meerkat's head to muffle any potential yells or curse words while he pinned the rest of his friend into the corner of the closet with his massive, hungry gray belly. Callum's beak-like snout fit over Carey's head with ease, the dragon firmly gripping his friend's sides and starting to just shovel the mongoose into his slavering maw. He didn't even bother with tasting his friend at all; he just wanted, no, *needed* to fill up his angry gut with whomever was in range of his chompers. Carey just happened to be the easiest meal around, but once the dragon's belly was full of meerkat, he would have even more weight to throw around in order to add to it… In just a few moments, Callum had managed to cram half of the meerkat into his mouth, greedily sucking down the squirmy mammal with loud, satisfying *gllRRrk*s and *glllp*s that gave his throat plenty to latch onto and pull down into that awaiting cauldron of a gut! Callum slowly backed away from the corner as he finished scarfing Carey down, stuffing the meerkat’s legs into his mouth before pursing his lips around the frantically-flailing tail attached to Carrie's hind end. There was a bit of a bulge in Callum’s throat, but it soon disappeared behind the dragon's black hoodie, all of Carey’s movements completely absorbed and disguised by the thick layers of belly fat that Callum had going on. Once Callum had finished his meal, no one would be the wiser as to what he had just done...at least, until he ended up coughing up those clothes a few hours later! The dragon turned to face the closed door a few seconds later, the very tip of a wiggling tail all that stuck out from between his lips - and that quickly disappeared as well with a simple *shlrrph*. Callum's belly let out a low, satisfied *grrWWwwrrggll* as it accepted Carry inside, a bit of a wet splashing sound coming from the stomach as the meerkat landed in a thick, fudgy soup, but there was very clearly so much more room inside that needed to be filled...luckily, there were plenty of snacks downstairs for Callum to scarf down, and as the high only got stronger, any inhibitions the dragon had about just walking up and snatching one of them up continued to diminish.