It's a late summer night at the Golden Classic Theater. A warm wind blows through the mostly vacant parking lot and carries flakes of dust through the street lights' orange glow. Puddles from a recent rainfall reflect the lamps' golden shine, mingled with the pink glows of the theater's own neon trims.

The door swings open, and in walks a tall dingo woman, carrying a purse and a gentle smile. The Return of the Night Creep isn't the most high brow film, but to Sandra, a cheesy horror flick of this sort is exactly what she needs to round off a long work week.

Her trip through the ticket queue is unhindered by any other moviegoers, and she makes only a brief stop at the concession stand before moving past the zombie-like teenagers running the counters and making for the hall stretching on in both directions.

Only one lit up sign points to an active showing at this hour in a place of so little traffic. She slips into the theater, where she's free to take her preferred seat just a couple rows from the front and get comfortable.

The canine begins to absent-mindedly munch through her medium bowl of popcorn while the preroll ads start up. Only one or two other people have come to watch at this hour.

Her eyes glaze over a bit as she settles further into the oddly comfortable seating. Trailers for remastered classics, ambitious originals, and thinly disguised children's adventure movies capitalizing on modern trends reflect off her contented gaze. It's a mashing of all the modern horror genre has become, chosen to accompany the movie she's come to see today.

Between the cut up clips of gorey action and frightened actors, spliced with release dates and taglines, a few more people begin to trickle into the theater. Sandra doesn't even notice their quiet approach at first.

Several mothers take their seats with infant daughters carried with them. The late night moviegoers scatter in seats about the place with their children as the latter half of the preroll ads play through.

Sandra may not have noticed the mothers sitting down, but she certainly notices when a certain shrill wailing begins to fill the air. The trailers alone seem to have startled the infant plus ones into tears. Or perhaps they're simply cranky today.

Regardless, Sandra suppresses a twitch and keeps her cool. She deems that it's most likely something the mothers will take care of before the film itself starts. Some hope shines within her that some may even reconsider bringing their infants along and turn tail to head home.

FBLRRRT

This hope proves futile. A stench joins the assault on Sandra's senses as one of the infants soils its diaper. To the dingo's dismay, the guilty baby's mother doesn't seem to even notice, whichever of the infants it may be.

The theater has no changing rooms, either. If she'd be responsible for her child and take her leave, it'd certainly be one less irritant ringing in Sandra's ears.

BLRRRT FLRRBBFFT

Her patience thins the stronger the putrid smell in the air gets and the longer the wailing continues unabated. The thought of the mothers performing their maternal duties for their little ones seems to grow laughable as the minutes drag on.

Then, finally, with a few loud clicks, the lights in the theater go off one by one. The logo for the studio responsible for the film displays proudly in defiance of the noise and stench.

Sandra's eye twitches, and she resolves to handle the problem herself.

In the glow of the well lit establishing shots of the movie's setting, Sandra slinks away from her seat with her purse. She abandons her already half-empty popcorn that she's impulsively indulged in so much prior and slips silently beneath the seats to conceal herself.

Where an oblivious calico slumps half-awake with her bawling tabby kitten in her lap, Sandra reaches up from beneath her. She grabs hold of the infant and swipes it right off the mother's lap before pulling it back between the cat's legs to her hiding place below.

She holds the infant in her arms, which cries profusely. In all the noise, the kitten's mother hasn't even noticed that it's been removed or that its cries are now coming from below her seat. 

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

Sandra takes her time sniffing over the infant and its messed diaper. She holds it up rear-first to her snout and gets a good whiff of its filled, saggy pamp.

GRWWWWL

After a moment of taking in the aroma, she feels her stomach growling. The popcorn certainly hasn't been enough to satiate her, but perhaps a helping of some peace and quiet will do the trick.

GULP ULK GRRRRGGGGLE

The canine predator stuffs the infant forcefully into her maw diaper first. In just a couple quick motions, she pushes the kitten in by the shoulders and gulps it down completely.

A large bulge slides down her throat in utter darkness and settles into her waiting stomach. Sandra huffs in her fullness and her wicked indulgence where she lounges below. She lies there for a moment, allowing her hands to rest over the squirming, crying bump in her belly.

GWWRRRGGGGG CHURRRRN

And after the moment passes, she moves to get up. Sandra's eyes roll back a bit from the feeling of her body's tight confines wrapped around the weight of the panicked, melting child inside of her. As she pulls herself out into the row behind the clueless mother, the soft folds of her flesh stretch and warp around the mass that shifts and sways where it sags from her midsection.

Finally, she seats herself directly behind the still unaware, inattentive parent and lets the mass in her stomach settle into her. The squirming starts to slow, and the bulge grows softer. 

Sat down in her seat, the infant inside now cradles against the rest of her insides with the skin of her belly looser over top of it. The position and deteriorating state of the screaming occupant lets Sandra's gut rest with flatter, wider, and far less shapely bulges moving faintly beneath.

GURRRGGGGGGGGGGLE GLORP

In the dim lighting of the theater, it'd be difficult to even see the movement in Sandra's stomach with her current position, but she can certainly feel it.

She lays her hands over her bulging belly while she takes in a bit of the movie. The slight weight presses down on the kitten trapped inside and prompts an intenser screaming as it speeds digestion along just slightly, though the sound is all but muffled now.

Sandra moans quietly a bit and has to stop herself from giving herself away. She doesn't take in much of the movie, but she gets the gist of the monster appearing from the dark with its long tendrils and many eyes.

The dingo's thoughts are far more focused on what's going on in her gut than what's happening on the screen.

GLRRRGGGGGGLE GWRRRFFFG

Slowly, her meal breaks down and stops moving entirely. The infant's skull gives her an intense sensation as it slips through her intestines and packs into her bowels with the rest of the infant's remains. Never ill-prepared and anticipating nature's call, Sandra slouches low in her seat and spreads her legs with her paws to the backs of the vacant seats either side of the mother she'd robbed her snack from.

She reaches into her purse and pulls out an adult sized diaper, which she promptly applies.

CRINKLE

Sandra relaxes and waits in anticipation as the movie monster on the screen bears down on its victim. Then, finally, as a loud scream rings out to mask the noise, she lets what's left of her meal loose into her pamp.

FBLRRRRRFFFFT BLORPT CRINK SLOUGH CRK

Within the span of one horribly drawn out Hollywood scream, Sandra vacates an entire infant's worth of scat and bones into her own diaper. Her sagging padding explodes outward as it's filled to the brim with what's left of the kitten.

Femurs, phalanges, and shoulder blades rocket out in one homogeneous mass of shit and bone. The infant's own diaper and both parts of its skull rocket out after to be embedded in the mess and finish expanding out Sandra's plump pamp.

CRINKLE CRK SLOUGH

She makes an effort to change into a fresh diaper quickly before the movie starts to get quiet again.

When all is said and done, she's left holding a wrapped up diaper filled with the entire body of a once sweet but irritating baby mushed inside as nothing but bone and waste. She slinks back beneath the seat ahead of her and reaches up to place the pamp on the mother's lap in a twisted reunion.

The oblivious parent hadn't even noticed the weight missing, and her preoccupied mind willingly accepts without question when the weight returns. The smell isn't all too different, either, and in the darkness of the theater with her superhuman ignorance, she isn't wont to realize what's happened all too soon.

Despite all this, however, the dingo still hasn't found peace. The wailing remains, and her appetite has paradoxically only grown.

She spies in the glow of a cell phone's light a mouse with curly hair. She talks loudly to someone on the other end, and the noise mingles with that of the wailing infants in the room. Her own infant, while a bit fussy, is too busy suckling as the mother breast feeds to make too much noise.

GRWWWWLLLL

Still hungry, Sandra decides the mouse mother's child will make a fine next course. The mother seems so invested in her current call, she doesn't even bother to look down at her own infant daughter nestled in one arm.

Sandra slinks beneath the seats again and makes her way toward the obnoxious parent.

"Yeah, so Tina like, totally said that! And I told her I was going to the movies already! Sometimes you just have to cancel plans, and like, when I said I wasn't going to hire a babysitter she acted so dramatic about it! Callie's fine with me!" the babbling mother goes on.

Sandra crawls partially out from below the mother's seating. She's far too distracted to notice. She may as well be asking for something to happen to the little bundle of joy currently latched onto her nipple.

The dingo reaches up, carefully grabs hold of the little one, and...

HOUMPH

Before it can even let out a wail, Sandra has the baby mouse's head in her maw. The baby girl's cries go muffled by the soft flesh of her palate.

Sandra slips back beneath the seat and out the other side with the stubby limbs of the child still failing helplessly against her. Once she's gotten comfortable right behind her meal's mother, she gets a good grip on it not dissimilar to how one would hold a sandwich and helps herself to a thorough tasting.

Her eager tongue laps all over the infant's soft, pink skin. She takes in every inch of its flavor while slowly sliding it into her throat.

ULK ULP

The child's soft upper body glides easily into her gullet, and her tongue soon lands on the little one's full diaper. She curls her tongue inward to lightly crinkle and squish it as she continues her tasting.

GULP ULP ULK

Then with another few gulps, she works the squirming infant into her entirely. The tiny flailing arms in her throat slide forcibly downward with the rest of the baby girl, and the infant mouse lands in the baby graveyard that is Sandra's stomach.

Sandra stifles a moan from the sensations of the flailing little one in her belly. Her tight skin against the moving, helpless bulge fills her with such intense, carnal satisfaction that she slides forward out of the seat and onto her knees.

Knelt right behind the mother, so close that if she angled her snout up a bit she'd be breathing down her neck, Sandra lets her hammock of a gut dangle with the flailing weight she's slowly digesting inside.

GURRRRGGGGLE CHURRRRRN SLOSH

Trembling with pleasure and excitement, she moves her arms to grab hold of her gut from below. She lifts it up and lets it fall, and in doing so revels in the feeling of the mass shifting and flailing and screaming inside. The little life her stomach is slowly snuffing out is so palpable in this moment in her hands.

The motion causes the already trapped, melting, and mortified infant to be tossed this way and that, coated further in the acids, and digested faster. The jostling and sloshing continues as Sandra loses herself in the motion. She only remains focused enough to avoid slipping too close and nudging the mother whose little bundle of joy is presently becoming sludge in her stomach.

SLORSH GLORP GWRRRGGGGGG GLRRG

Slowly, in the rises and falls, the baby's body falters until the movement inside slows to nothing more than the result of Sandra's hands and gravity playing their game of catch.

With the infant now filtering down into her intestines, Sandra relaxes a bit and recovers herself. She glances up at the screen and takes in a bit of the movie, though the continued conversation of the mother in front of her and the gurgling of her guts make it more than a little difficult to hear.

GURRRRRGGGLE GLRRFFFFGGGGG GROANNNN

Sandra reaches over the seat to steal a couple fistfuls of popcorn from the mother's own bucket while she soaks in the sight of the small group of survivors huddling behind a table with the titular monster growing ever so near.

It doesn't take long for what's left of the baby to finish bowel baking and be ready to be released.

The predator in the theater watches the predator on the screen draw near its next victim, and under the cover of another loud scream accompanied by a sharp sting in the soundtrack, Sandra grunts and pushes where she kneels.

FBLRRRRBFFFFFFTTTTT BLORRRPT CRINKLE BLRRRFFFFFFFT SLOUGH CRK

The grunt turns to a moan that even inches from the oblivious parent's ear is masked beneath the sounds of horror from the big screen. Sandra feels her padding turn to a sagging weight dangling beneath her rear as she forces out the remains of another infant.

A brown slurry forms into an amorphous blob drooping low on Sandra's backside. Little bones of all kinds pile up together. A child sized pelvis joins the mess still wrapped in a messed diaper with the prior contents thereof mixed with the filth the baby itself has become.

FBLRRRRR BLRFFFRRRTTTT SLOP CRINK GLORPHHFBBBTTT BLRRT CRINKLE

Sandra can smell the cherry shampoo the mouse had used when she last bathed, and her tongue lulls out in cruel bliss while she shoves the skull of that same mother's only daughter out into her padding. 

The sagging mass is topped off with one last slew of shit. The last amount of once soft flesh turned to rotten scat coats the mess already inside the pred's pamp, and Sandra finally steps back and leans on her seat to change herself.

CRINKLE CRK CRIK

With fresh padding taped in place, she bundles up her filthy, used diaper and leans over the seat to gingerly plant it back in the crook of the mother's arm.

"And like, you won't believe this, but she actually thought I meant it! Like, girl, you should know better! You know me! Come on, right? Like I can't even focus on the movie she's just so..." the mother blabs on, certainly unaware.

Sandra is thankful for the mother's impressive ignorance, and she moves on to locate the source of the remaining infant wailing in the theater.

Only one pair of twin baby girls remains, wailing and babbling and crying unabated. The canine spots them in a carrier left on the floor of the aisle faced toward the screen, being unwittingly traumatized with the flick by their negligent mother. She's leaning halfway out of the aisle seat right beside them with the movie's glow casting wavering light over her pale furred face.

The family is one of rabbits, and the starry eyed young mother is utterly entranced by the somewhat cheesy horror film. It's clearly something she's quite passionate about, and it has her completely and utterly entranced. Sandra isn't sure if she's even noticed her children wailing with how invested she is in what's happening on screen.

Happy to take advantage of the situation, Sandra moves to the row behind and crawls up to the unwatched carrier. It's effortless to reach them without being spotted. She knows she has free reign now.

Her mouth waters just a little as she reaches in to grab the first little baby bunny from within.

The infant is far from happy about being picked up by a stranger, but with it already crying so intently, there's nothing it can do differently to try and get its mother's attention. Sandra is undeterred as she holds the baby up to her face and licks her chops.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

She takes a moment to sniff the infant over. An odd impulse she can't help but oblige. The intense smell batters her senses with an earthy stink. And deciding with the runtime of the movie not expired and the mother fully enraptured, she leans into it for a moment and takes her time basking in it.

HOUMPH

Then, she stuffs the little bunny headlong into her maw.

GULP ULK GLRK

In plain view of the remaining, mortified infant, she swallows the bunny down one gulp at a time. Its chubby body and struggling limbs stretch out her throat and gradually slide down into her stomach.

GWRRRRGGGGGGLE

And then the little baby girl is gone.

Sandra leans over the carrier for a moment and dangles the first twin just above the second in her gut. Her meal struggles and wails right in front of its sister, separated only by the flesh of the predator's belly. Cry as the remaining unmuffled baby might, it can't increase its pitch far enough to make a difference its mother will notice.

GLORP GLRRRGGGG

But after just a moment, she scoops up the remaining baby and moves to the row of seats behind their mother with it. The canine puts up one of the folding arm rests and lounges comfortably over the seats.

With one baby stowed away inside and the other in her grasp waiting for its inevitable turn, she uses her free hand to rub her bulging stomach and take in the sensations.

The panicked, desperate squirming against her flesh only amounts to a gentle, pleasant sensation as far as Sandra is concerned.

"Fuck, I needed this~" she says to herself quietly, looking down over her body to where one hand rests on her bloated abdomen and the other arm cradles a stolen child who'll be next, "You're gonna flail nice and good like that, too, aren't you~?"

GURRRGGGGGLE GLRRRRFFFFGGGG SLOSH

The dingo's stomach slowly churns its occupant into a slurry of nutrients. The motions inside gradually work to a stop as Sandra's meal breaks apart and loses all physical cohesion. She holds the remaining infant against her stomach while the first fades away completely, and the intense wails from the infant only serve to entice her further.

"Hope you're enjoying the preview of your fate, snack~" Sandra says to the infant, just quiet enough that the mother so near won't hear and turn around to notice.

She holds her next prey in place while the slew of melted flesh and disarrayed bone pumps gradually through her guts. The remains of the infant, forced through the fleshy tunnels, almost seem to squirm and writhe in their own way with how they bulge out each curve and bend of her bowels along their trip.

GWRRRFFGGGGGG

But it isn't long before her handiwork has reached its exit. Sandra has no desire to keep her fresh diaper waiting.

She hops up from her seat and lays the baby bunny in her arms down on it. Then, she pops a squat and looms the crinkly padding just an inch from the infant's face.

FBLRRRRRFFFFFF CRINKLE BLRRRRPPFFFFT BLORPT CRK

As she lets loose the brown, mangled mess of what she's made the bunny's twin into, the horrid torrent bloats her padding and causes it to sag and spread outward. The filthy, filled pamp touches down on the remaining infant on the seat and muffles her desperate cries.

BLRRRFFFFT FLBORRFFPT CRINK

At first, it's only a small center of mass filled with a femur, some assorted bones, and a heap of putrid dung that presses down on the baby, but in the next moment, it spreads out to an immense, smothering mass that blankets the bunny entirely.

The infant flails beneath the growing pamp and struggles to even breathe as Sandra dumps her last prey within.

FBLORRRFFFFBLT BLRRRRFFFFFBT CRINKLE

Finally, she pushes out the rest of the mulched infant into her pamp, and the baby-sized heap of filth, bone, and padding lays completely over top of the remaining living baby. She wiggles her rear a bit to rub it in then finally stands.

The dingo licks her lips as she lifts the remaining baby girl into her arms. The mortified infant can't even choke out a scream.

HOUMPH GULP ULK

And ravenously, Sandra devours it all in one fell swoop. Down the baby-sized neck bulge goes, and her stomach roars back into action while the dingo rifles in her purse for a fresh diaper.

GWRRRRGGGLE GLRRGGG SLOSH CRINKLE

She carefully changes herself while her sagging, sloshing stomach sways in front of her with each subtle motion. After a completed change, she plops back down in her seat to enjoy herself and catch a bit of the movie while the last infant in the theater melts away in her guts.

SLRRRSH CHURRRN GWRRRRFFFFGGGGG

Sandra gets a little huffy under her breath while she absent-mindedly rubs and prods her bloated abdomen with both hands. The monster on the screen is eating someone, too, while its likely next victim runs in terror.

The cruel canine's gentle motions translate to immense suffering for the melting baby bunny inside of her. The slightest motion causes portions of its disintegrating body to soften and come apart into the foul soup around it.

GURRRGGGGGLE GLRRRFFFGG

Even when the muffled wails in her gut finally die away completely with the baby making them, Sandra's hands continue to work over the mound. The feeling of her flesh pressed between her palm on one side and the little irritant's skull on the other is mesmerizingly pleasurable, and now the gentle motions aid in working the slurry of former infant through her intestinal tract.

And just like the first, it doesn't take long to reach its final stop.

GWRRRRGGGGG

The canine breathes out, settles into a position with her legs up and her ass dangling over the edge of the seat, and steadies herself. She waits in a similar predatory anticipation to the movie monster itself as she watches it stalk the last of the survivors.

FBLRRRRRFFFBLRRRT SLOUGH FBLRRRRRR CRINKLE

Just as it strikes and surround sound screams flood the room, Sandra messes her last diaper for the day, and loudly. It's barely concealed by the movie, and were the mother in the seat just ahead of Sandra more attentive, she might even notice it under all the noise.

Her diaper sags down. The faint imprint of two empty eye sockets briefly appear through the thick padding and disappear to complete amorphous mess as the bunny's skull slides out followed shortly by a deluge of the sordid waste her body has become.

BLORRPFFFFFT GLRRPPHHHHFT CRINK FBLRRRRRR CRK

Sandra grips the arm rests to either side of her tightly and tilts her head back in her pleasure and satisfaction. She releases ribs, vertebrae, and an acid bleached pelvis into her own pamp along with the filled diaper of her meal itself. The sagging mass sways and grows as her bulging gut reverts to its usual size.

FBLRRRRRRRRRFFFFTTTTT

With a final turd dispensed into her pamp and an especially loud fart that for a moment she worries may reveal her, Sandra finishes disposing of the second twin. 

She's left huffing and suppressing moans as the movie grows gradually quieter in its final minutes, but once she's collected herself, she takes a breath in and stands.

CRINKLE SLOUGH

Her loaded diaper sags under its own weight and drifts around slightly between her legs when Sandra gets to her feet. She bends over and takes some baby wipes from her purse before removing her pamp slowly.

A few gentle wipes clean her rump, and Sandra disposes of the dirty wet wipe in the pamp with the sorry remains of the innocent but irritating infant she'd ingested before wrapping it up.

With both hands carrying her own diapers packed with the remains of the twin bunnies she'd made meals of, Sandra strolls forward and casually drops them back into the carrier which even still hasn't received so much as a glance from the distracted mother.

It isn't hard for Sandra to decide now that she's gotten her money's worth, and in the closing scene before the credits have begun to roll, she slinks out the door silently.

The lights click on behind her just after she's left. In the now silent theater, mothers who'd taken the past hour or so to let the thoughts and worries of parenthood fade from their mind turn one by one to glance at their children and find that parenthood won't be a concern of theirs at all anymore.

The victim of the post-credits sequel teaser lets out a blood curdling scream, but it's entirely silenced by the shrieks of genuine horror coming from the now former moms.

The sound is audible from the lobby. It brings a small smile to a certain dingo's face while she steps out into the parking lot and silently considers seeing movies more often.