thank her for eating your friend

“No,” says Fern, voice thick like a drunkard. I suppose she is, by one definition. “Please, please no.”

Allison shushes and holds her in a hug from behind. Apparently you are to put her legs into your mouth on your own…

Oh wait, no. I kneel beside her and firmly pick up her meaty calves, holding them at lip height. The first few kicks are hard enough that I can’t hold her still but her drained system can’t support that level of output. Pitiably soon she is gasping for breath and her legs are clamped still.

You lick your lips and close your eyes like a lover going in for a kiss. Except this one doesn’t end. You get to feel the graceful glide of wriggling calves slipping between your lips then beginning to stretch your throat. It’s a tingle like scratching an itch between your collarbones. You crawl forward on all fours and suck down her thighs, making that scratch become a satiating fire. There must be an your limit to your throat’s capacity but this sweet little thing isn’t it.

The click of your collarbones expanding makes you whimper. There is no clearer illustration that your body is made to contain her. You feel its desire to close again, sealing her inside. Her arse forces your jaws and throat wider still.

All the while, Fern is mumbling and half-crying; and Allison is hugging and reassuring.

“… No, this can’t, it’s not, why can’t I wake up…”

“… Shhh, it’s okay babe, you’re doing so well, I’m so jealous, just give me a wiggle to put your hips inside, there we go…”

With eyes still closed you can focus on other senses. Taste is a secondary concern: a bright salt band around what is now the soft squidge of her belly. Enough to set your mouth watering and Christen her with your saliva. For sound you have their voices, but her skin sliding against slick oral surfaces also fills your ears. The penetration of her feet into your waiting stomach mixes air and blood and digestive juices, causing gurgles and sloshing barely audible beneath silent fat. Smell: she wears vanilla body spray, which intensifies with perfume as your encroaching mouth eclipses her fat-smoothed ribs and buries your nose between her breasts.

But it’s touch that captivates you. Teeth to bellybutton, you can feel her stretching or kicking weakly against the commanding walls of your alimentary tract. Her full arse was a gift to your tongue. Her chubby belly currently squishes obligingly into your stomach, squeaking through your cardia. And now—feel them, one after the other—her soft breasts back up against your advancing teeth until they are dragged whole into your mouth like huge, melting dumplings.

You open your eyes now. Fern’s weight is completely held by your gut. Allison is just holding her friend’s arms where they can’t bump you. Tears stream down her face just as much as your meal’s.

“Nooo-hoo-hoooo…”

“Almost there, sweetheart, you’re almost home…”

It’s always a strange feeling, hearing words spoken by another within your mouth. Your ears track her journey to the base of your neck, whereupon your oesophagus seals her away from fresh air and the sound of swallowing overtakes what little sound she can make.

The arms are an afterthought. They slip inside faster and faster then are gone. Allison holds her hand to the very end. Your hard palate feels her fingertips glide over it.

You don’t even get to properly finish your swallow before a great, long-stoppered belch bursts its way out:

~trckwooOIOAAAuUUUuuiuRoPPP~

And then she’s gone, sealed inside and marinating in her own blood. You swallow and watch Alison’s enormous wide eyes. She just stares as you unroll a lazy wet burp out across your tongue and over her face.

“Allison,” comes my voice from somewhere behind you. Fern’s struggling inside your gut stimulates the production of many hormones, causing satiety and sleepiness and lust. You want to fuck and sleep and fuck and sleep until she is goo squeezing through your bowels. Wait, I’m still speaking. “You did well. Help me undress her.”

Your clothes are tight. Casual black dress thing with buttons on the front, straining and gaping. She encourages you to kneel up, which makes Fern slip and fall inside you. The sensation of an entire person sliding against all internal walls at once makes you moan and almost flood your panties. She starts unbuttoning you.

I’m just cutting you out of your tights.. Tights can be replaced. Your cunt is ready now.

My voice is still measured, slightly didactic. “Thank her for eating your friend.”

“Um, Raven, thank you.” She hooks the open dress off your shoulders and shuffles your arms out of it, a manoeuvre that puts her face right against your throat. A scream on the edge of hearing makes her palpably shudder against you. “Thank you for… eating my friend. She’s still in there…”

“Allison, hands here. Press against her with your belly. That’s right.”

She wraps her arms around your flanks and squidges in close. The cry she makes when Fern kicks in some random direction might as well l be from a knife stabbing her. “I can feel her! I can feel her!”

“That’s right. She’s still alive. For now. Grind against her. Help Raven’s belly work her down.”

You’re so fat Allison sinks into you a little way when she pushes forward. You sigh, then issue another belch right into the side of her face. She kisses you and hip-thrusts in a way that makes Fern slip again.

“Raven ate her all up,” I say. You can feel me kneeling behind you, my knees encouraging your legs to shuffle wider. My cock is lost in the crack of your immense arse. “Do you have anything to say to your predator? Was it a lot?”

“It’s a… You ate a whole person.” One of her hands unlatches to wander, ending up cupping a breast. She rolls it beneath her palm, weighing. “No wonder you’re so fat.”

Your grunt of excitement catches her attention. Her hand slips lower. It’s not fast: there’s a lot of ground to cover.

“Oh you like that? Fatty? Big fat woman-eating bitch?” At last, at least, her hand finds your pussy.. The transition from outside to inside is instantaneous. You’re so wet it’s unreal. “Yeah. Fuck. Greedy. Hungry greedy pig.”

You yowl with aching need as she fingers you, far, far too slowly. I bend you forward a little to part arse cheeks like slabs of dough. When I slide my cock inside your pucker you groan out an inarticulate sound. I shudder with scarcely-contained pleasure, buried in the rectum of my goddess.

Allison teases you by tracing your labia, too-light. You bare your fangs. When I have a scrap of self-control, my voice takes a warning tone, prey-to-prey: “wank her off properly. She’ll probably eat you anyway, hnng, but you’ve got a better chance if she cums herself unconscious.”

There’s a hesitation, but self-preservation or something kicks in. While I thrust deep inside you, Allison crushes Fern’s squirming body beneath her own and feverishly massages your clit. Into your ear she continues to murmur: “you’d fucking eat me too, wouldn’t you? How many people can you cram into your fat guts?”

Beset by pleasure inside, behind and afore, you nevertheless snatch a moment of lucidity and grab her by the hair. “I’ll eat. Your whole life. Turn your friends. Your family. To shit.” She stares at you, terrified and worshipful. Neither of us stop drilling you. “You’ll be last. When I lie back. Your squirming won’t even ripple my belly.”

I make a pained gasp. Your speech and your tightness has brought me far too close to cumming. You tense around me, squashing my self-control, reminding me who is in charge. I approach my climax, praying I’ve given you enough.

Tears in her eyes again. She believes you. With her fingers buried soft in your pussy, lust fights horror on her face. “Please…”

It’s not clear what she’s begging for. And then it doesn’t matter. Pleasure overwhelms you like a thunderclap. Everything is whiteout and your whole body floods with heat. Fat-buried abs strong enough to move your bulk suddenly clench, then tighten, then redouble, till the scraping-rock sound of splintering signals the destruction of your prey. Allison feels it all. Without even being touched, she screams with an orgasm of her own. You drive me over the edge. We are all three your playthings.