He was one of the lowest forms of life the city had to offer: a drug dealer. His life was spent ruining the lives of others by making them push his product, eventually turning them into dependent, loyal users in the end. The sun was just about ready to start setting, and his final customer had just left with the last of his stash to sell. Odds were he'd have a hefty sum of money coming to him after it was all gone. Heading home for the night, he was suddenly hit with the urge for a quick fix. There was still a ways for him to go before getting home, and he certainly couldn't just shoot up out in the middle of the street. He would have to duck into an alley real quick. It wasn't long before he came to such an alley and decided that it was good enough to use as a place to grab that fix that his body so desperately needed. That was where it all went wrong.

The stench of the alley was enough to make him shield his nose with his hand for a bit, letting out a quick cough. "Ack...this place really stinks...eh, it'll be worth it in a minute, though." He grumbled, taking note of the flies buzzing around the putrid-smelling bags of rubbish, and even the occasional rat that scurried by. The place really was more like a miniature dump than an alleyway. "I better get this over quick before this place makes me sick..." He said to himself, fumbling around in his pocket for the syringe he kept with him for just such a moment when his urge would strike. While his attention was diverted to the object that contained his sweet release, a slight rustling sound could be heard. He couldn't see it, but one of the bags of stinky garbage rolled out in front of him, making sure to stop right in his way.

As soon as the bulky bag touched his leg, it seemed to stick there, almost as if it was grabbing at him. Already being quite occupied, he kept walking, only to stumble and fall thanks to the bag that now had a firm grip on his leg. The impact of the fall caused him to drop the syringe, and of course gave him quite a bit of a startle. He could have sworn he heard the most disgusting squelching and sloshing sound coming from behind him as well. And the stench...was it getting worse? "What the hell...I didn't see no bag there before..." He groaned, slowly turning to see what was making that awful sound. The sight he saw was enough to make his blood run cold and shivers shoot up and down his spine.

The bag that he had tripped over had morphed into something that looked like a humanoid woman, yet she was still made of the same material as a garbage bag, though from what he could feel, a little more rubbery. The smelly creature knelt behind him, wasting no time in grabbing him and pressing all of his body that she could hold against her own. To his horror, her shiny body began to soften to the consistency of a thick muck, pulling him inside of her. Somehow, the stench coming from her body was getting worse and worse by the second. "Gah! What the hell are you?! Get off me, you rancid bitch!" He screamed, receiving a rather amused look from the creature for his inquiry. "I am Trisha...and you are food. That's all you need to know. Now get inside me...I need to be nourished..." That was all the strange, glistening creature said while her body continued to pull him inside. He clawed and grabbed at anything he could, including a few other bags in hopes of escaping, but the pull this Trisha had on him was too great. The powerful odor of her body soon began to overwhelm him, and his struggles began to slow. His once shrill and horror-stricken screams soon only became frightened whimpers, the glorping and sucking sounds of Trisha's body becoming louder. Before long, the black, slick, shiny body of the stinky creature finished folding over him, leaving nothing more than a hefty lump where he was now taking up space. Trisha leaned back against one of the dumpsters, stroking the wiggling lump that he had become. To her, he was just another meal to nourish her body, but she had done the city quite a service in taking this particular meal. There would be one less drug dealer on the streets the next day thanks to the smelly garbage girl's ravenous appetite.

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Whew, my apologies for making that so long, but once I got going, I just couldn't stop! Can you blame me? ^^

This wonderful piece was done by the amazing and talented  shorty-antics-27 I happen to think she did wonderful job depicting my Trisha, and the attention to detail is just outstanding! The idea for the victim to be a druggie was totally hers, but I like it! In a way, the creep gets what is coming to him! All you fans of Trisha, make sure you go over to Shorty's page and show her some love! She really did a great job with this!

Original upload can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8709488/