Binge eating

      The only thing Touka could see in the bathroom mirror apart from herself was the toilet behind her back, which had, in fact, been just used by her a moment ago. Its lid still remained pulled up as of now, just as it had been for the whole duration of the passed week. Completely naked as usual, the girl was without much satisfaction groping the sides of her own belly that were slowly but surely getting rich in fat thanks to her immodest diet. "That damn Rize... The gluttonous bitch gobbled people up in droves all over Tokyo, but, didn't, probably, gain a single extra pound!" she looked in the mirror half-turned. "Seriously, what is it that stops the growth from, instead, for example, taking place in..."       The ringing of her cell phone roused her from an unfinished thought. Picking it up from the middle of a crumpled pile of clothes, Touka settled back on the toilet seat and, crossing her bare leg, answered the call.       "Mmh, sounds like a total treat! Oh, just wonderful, then. Can't wait to try it out! You, too."       After dropping the call, she leaned her head back against the flush tank with a deep sigh, and stared at the ceiling.       "Hell... a seafood bentō, was it? I've barely pushed the homemade takoyaki out! And then, again, not without the help of Kaneki and that miraculous meat of his. I swear, Yoriko, you're trying to end me..."       As fate inexplicably dictated so, the work shifts of "inseparable" friends continued to coincide more and more often. Ken Kaneki, in the meantime, appeared more and more depressed with each passing week day, bags under his eyes getting wider, and no one, has the thought crossed their minds, could guess why. The only one who knew the reason, while not giving away any sign of it, was Touka. She did not take her predatory eyes off the young man even for a second.       "The storeroom, Kaneki," whispered she in the middle of every working day pretty unceremoniously. "With me. Now."       The half-ghoul, for whom such a thing had already become a habit, obediently nodded, ceasing any of his activities, and trailed after her like a loyal pet would. Without attracting the attention of other employees, they successfully retired time after time, whether it was in the recreation room, restroom or the pantry.       And today it was the dusty darkness of the storeroom they both claimed as shelter. Touka leaned against the wall and indifferently stared into her cell phone, probably messaging Yoriko again. Meanwhile, Ken, who sat in front of her on the very same stool that had suffered her infamous kick almost a week ago, was unbuttoning a freshly laundered shirt with a tired look on his face. But before he could take it off, something very similar to a long, strangled grunt, which was hard to miss considering the tiny space of the room, distracted him. It didn't have much in common with a plaintive plea of a hungry stomach — instead, it seemed more like a vowel discontent of a gut that was undoubtedly full to the brim. Kirishima, whose insides, according to his guesses, could be the only source of this sound, irritably slammed the folding phone and put her hands behind her back.       "Hustle up."       "Touka... What is it that you keep me in the dark about?" he plucked enough courage up to ask.       "Nothing a loser like you should know about," evaded the answer she, blowing a bang off her face with displeasure.       Freeing his hands from the sleeves of his shirt, Ken cautiously raised his eyes. No matter how tightly the belt of Touka's skirt, along with the blouse tucked under it, hugged her abdominal cavity, if looking closely, one would definitely notice a rather unevident bloat bulging out from under her clothes.       "And what do you think you're staring at?!" suddenly exclaimed the girl, rewarding him with a sticking slap in the face.       "What makes you think I wouldn't understand you?" he continued stubbornly, looking away.       This seemed to had infuriated her completely.       "Oh, I wonder, really!" Touka loomed over him sullenly, pushing Ken to the edge of the stool. "What makes me... A failed experiment like you has some nerve asking this. What makes you think that a madman's lab rat such as yourself can comprehend even a grain of what I had and still have to go through, every day of my life?!"       The shirt didn't remain on his shoulders for long and slided to the floor by itself, exposing the same skinny torso, but almost completely wrapped in bandages as of that moment. Not only the right arm — the left one, its adjecent shoulder and both lean body sides above the pelvis had already been clumsily bandaged. The same fate recently befell one of the guy's thighs, which made him unnoticeably limp for two days in a row.       "Seems like 'sugar' cubes and coffee alone don't, obviously, cut it for your body anymore," she leaned towards his ear with deadly calmness, beginning to whisper, "but don't even think something like that'll be enough to stop me. Either you'll soon start preying on human folk or at least beg Yoshimura for meat on your knees in order to recover on time, or I'll simply devour you whole, piece by piece. Nothing, should you guess, prevents me from doing it in one sitting, or even tonight, if need be, so don't you dare harass my body with your nasty little eyes or open your dirty mouth when it's uncalled for ever again. Got that, you filthy bastard?"       Ken said nothing; there were no more tears left in his dry, lifeless eyes, with which he hadn't looked anyone straight in the face for a long time.       "Touka?.. Kaneki?.." Yomo's voice came from the corridor, muffled by walls.       "Shit..." turning to the door, the girl nonchalantly crushed her belly with her palm, cramping the fabric of her blouse along with it. "Consider yourself lucky this time," she took one last look at her coworker and left the storeroom empty-handed.       Not long after, Touka without a known reason took the rest of the day off, and left "Anteiku" earlier than any other barista. At half past nine, when it was already pitch dark outside and the coffee shop was officially closing, Ken went out into the alley through the back door, dragging two huge garbage bags with him. Having faced some difficulties in the process, he loaded them into the garbage collector, and was already on his way back when suddenly spotting a familiar silhouette propping up the open door with its elbow. In addition to the fact that Touka got so close to him completely unnoticed, the sclera of her eyeball shared its color with the night this time, and the pupil, amber "cracks" sprawling all around it in every direction, was lit in its middle in the likeness of a bright red spark. Only when she began to get closer, immobilized Ken became able to notice fresh bloodstains around her mouth.       "How ironic is it for trash like you to be assigned to throw away garbage."       "Touka, listen — and this isn't a threat. It'd be much harder for you to hide the murder of someone you've personally known than you possibly think!" he argued reasonably.       Halfway to the dumpster, she gave away a rather sarcastic laugh — something she had never done before.       "And you really believed that I would eat you whole? Would so naively get through with a delicacy that owes its life to me?"       An unexpected hit of a bent knee landed between the young man's legs, instantly folding him in half.       "I have done it before and I will force-feed you again, if I have to. To keep feeding on your flesh I shall not allow you to die for as long as it will stay possible."       "You sound... like Tsukiyama," in a moan he gave out, writhing in pain.       "If you dare to compare me with that accursed degenerate ever again, I promise to suck your eyes out of their sockets. The 'Gourmet' was nothing but an obsessed, self-centered loonatic. Me, on the other hand... The only reason I am doing all this is for the sake of..."       She stopped herself from saying it.       "For the sake of?.." pale Ken straightened back up, still trying her, "...of what? For who's?.."       The female ghoul came up with a more direct way of inflicting pain, and stuck with it without any hesitation, squeezing the guy's genitals in her fist through the unhelping fabric of his trousers. At any moment now Kaneki, who took a step back to the garbage collector, could begin to howl uncontrollably, but barely restrained himself, grinding his teeth.       "Why is your body so concerned about the integrity of something that you have never yet used for its intended purpose?"       Suddenly she loosened her grip, and reversed the terrifying kakugan: innocent whiteness came back into her eyes.       "You know, it might not be too late to fix that, for that matter..." with inexplicable playfulness in her voice, she seemed to inadvertently brush her hand against the badge of his belt.       "Hey, wait... Touka!" Ken missed the point at which his pants and underwear were pulled down in the span of a single motion.       "I just want to make sure I didn't hurt you..." brazenly lied she, getting down on her knees in front of the youth she had just flabbergasted with such a sudden mood swing.       The unimpressive size of his penis corresponded with her approximate expectations. So much so that, as Touka immediately found out, its entirety easily fitted inside her mouth along with... everything additional. As she moved her head back, the male virtues, boyishly hairless and fairly slobbered, were limply falling out from behind her cheeks; the soft tip of the penis parted with her lips last, pulling a sagging string of thickened saliva through the air. Challenging her own squeamishness, Touka repeated this procedure even more briskly.       "I don't... get you... one... bit..." Ken puffed, his cheeks flushed, leaning his hands on the iron edges of the container: the pace of the extremely sloppy and equally inexperienced Touka turned out to be too dizzying for him.       The young girl, however, successfully achieved the desired result: just as a sausage in boiling water would, Kaneki's dick kept swelling from an endless rush of blood, right on the surface of her tongue. At some point, she entirely hid it behind her cheeks yet again, but this time the release didn't come so quickly: Touka continued to suckle on it with a smacking sound. Unable to resist the pleasant, lingering sensation below the waist, Ken blissfully threw his head back and closed his eyes... but very soon, paralyzed by horror, he opened them back, feeling the strong — he was not mistaken — grip of Kirishima's teeth along the conditional contour of his scrotum.       A short wet crunch preceded the heart-rending scream that the young man, instantly and cruelly emasculated, let out echoing through the deserted neighborhood. Helplessly, his back to the the wall of the garbage collector, sliding down into a puddle of his own blood, which was spreading on the pavement, he screamed, wailed and sobbed excitedly, like a little girl, yet in vain, because none of "Anteiku's" employees could hear him by then. Yes, as it turned out, there were still tears left in Kaneki's eyes.       Rising from her knees, Touka purposely made sure that he didn't turn away to observe with what appetite and pleasure her jaws chewed his bitten off dignity, turning it into a juicy, homogeneous mess. In a span of two greedy, large gulps, it had already found itself in her stomach, mixed into one porridge with undigested seafood and some-unfortunate-human's meat.       "There is no, and never will be any, place for you anywhere, beside that which is in my stomach. Dare not forget this."       Ken's head swung from shoulder to shoulder like a pendulum, trying to numb the unbearable agony.       "This is... wrong..." sobbed he plaintively.       Grabbing him by the hair, she fixed his head in one position.       "You would be sad, if I died, did I recall that correctly? Well, consider 'this' vitally important to me, then."       "I don't have a problem doing so," he took advantage of the moment the pain subsided. "Otherwise, you wouldn't allow yourself to succumb to such le..."       With one dismissive movement, Touka stuffed something cold and slippery into his mouth, preventing him from finishing what had already become obvious. While the half-ghoul was choking, his eyes tightly shut, she explained resourcefully:       "The liver of the rapist I had to kill and taste on the way here. I'm pretty sure I can smell a cancerous tumor in there. Decided to share it with you."       Well prepared to tackle with Ken's immediate panic, the high school student precautiously slammed her palm over his mouth and pressed the back of his head into the iron wall of the container. Despite this, he continued to shake his head imploringly in disagreement, and that left her with no choice but to press her wrist against his chin with all her might, treating him like a dog that didn't want to take medicine. She grinned with satisfaction when Ken, forced by her will, finally swallowed the human organ.       However, less than a minute later, marble-pale, he threw the un-chewed meat hunk up back on the pavement. Disappointed, Touka found his solar plexus under the fabric of the soiled shirt with her sneaker.       "Worthless weakling. With a tender soul, a tender body, a tender stomach."       When pronuncing the last word, she pressed the sole of her sneaker straight into his exhausted torso, as if crushing a helpless insect crawling under her feet.       "I'm beggin you to trust me..." he was wheezing with his last breath. "I won't tell anyone about your secret... Touka, please... I want to help..."       She lifted his limp head by the chin, bending down to meet his face.       "Oh, you won't tell anyone, no shit. Of that I am more than sure."       Touka forcibly pressed his mouth against her lips without breaking eye contact. The bottomless black of hers, without blinking, were feeding off despair in the swollen, tear-exuding of his. It was difficult to even define what was happening as a kiss; having fished the guy's tongue out of his mouth as far as she could with the help of her own, the girl shut her bloodthirsty teeth without a single hint of compromise, biting off an approximate half of it. A petal-like piece of hard and wrinkled meat rolled down her throat without hindrance, adding on top of everything eaten prior. Lacking any idea how he should feel right now, Ken hung his nose listlessly, letting blood mixed with saliva drip on his clothes. Everything he tried to say would come out an unintelligible mumble.       Only now coming to realize that she had bitten a little more than she could chew today, Touka shamelessly let out an undisguised belch and finally wiped her lips with her sleeve, suppressing the predatory instinct.       "Let's see you last in this state without regeneration, you piece of shit," she said her goodbye to him, turning to leave the alley. "'Best of dreams', Kaneki."