The Questionable Taste of a Witch

The Questionable Taste of a Witch
By Hamster

FOREWORDS
CONTAINS: Romance and lots of fluff text, as well as lots of non-vore eating. Also, there's somewhat graphic description of a few aspects of the digestive tract that some might consider disturbing, but... Maybe not the ones you'd think of. The "end stages" are included, however.
[I tried to make the characters speak realistically, so their manner of speech is somewhat dull. There is some flourish in the teases, however. Upon re-reading the whole thing, I find that my biggest concern might be setting the tone. Please try and read everything slowly, and in a realistic manner!]
This is my first REAL dirty story, and maybe my last? Your cock makes a terrible pen, and I let it do too much of my writing the first time, so I had to scrap the whole thing and promise myself I'd make a newer, better one. And I did, one year later. I think? To be entirely honest, writing smut is an experience that did not feel very rewarding to me, so I didn't want to take a publishing name for this sort of thing, nor did I do this with any intention of writing another. It used to be very fulfilling up until the moment I finally dropped all my edging and took a break, after which I just asked myself "What am I even doing?" But now. Now, after seeing everything come together, after all my efforts have paid off, it feels so worth it! I have not read (m)any other stories, so forgive me if it's lacking in certain elements. That being said, I have poured lots of love and autism into this endeavour, and would consider your praise a fine trophy indeed. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
[This story was posted on pastebin. It may have funky formatting compared to notepad. That being said, anyone has permission to upload it wherever they wish.]
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Amber was a tiny-sized college girl, staring downwards at an overwhelming problem. A problem that she had almost given up all hope on solving.
She was about to be eaten. Choked down like it was a sport. Consumed for another woman's personal gain and pleasure, a small lump slithering down her tight throat. And then, she would vanish.
But the best was yet to come.

It all started one mid-spring afternoon. Amber had started studying about a year ago and was currently sitting through a professor's lecture. That being said, she had something else on her mind right now.
Karen. She couldn't stop thinking about her. Mathematics, money and food didn't matter anymore when she got in these moods. Everything was coming up Karen.
Karen was a beautiful young lady with pale blonde hair cut at medium-long length, ending just after passing her shoulders. It was a bit like a small curtain, the way it seemed to flow and jiggle with even small motions.
Her skin was paler still. Her dimples and nose were littered with a sparse belt of freckles. Her face was slightly uncharacteristic from what you'd expect, though. It had a somewhat masculine, expressive aura to it. Perhaps bestial would be a better word? Her furrowed brows seem to truly portray her determination, distaste and concern.
She had a punkish, jovial demeanor to match her face. Her smile was not reservedly beautiful, but brutishly honest. She usually didn't mince words and spoke with a loutish yet friendly tone as far as strangers were involved. Her respect was not exactly a prize to be won, but her trust was another matter outside of the benefit of the doubt.
Amber had noticed something else about her, though. She was surprisingly well-read, and could usually be seen keeping some sort of higher reading material on her person or somewhere else accessible.
Yes, her whims and demeanor split chaotically down the middle. She'd wear trashy shirts and jeans some days, and tasteful, feminine clothing on others. It was a bit of a metalhead day for her today. Her enormous breasts looked appealing either way. They weren't mega-sized, but they were enough to form a solid cleavage line as they joined together like best friends.
Amber didn't like the way she felt about her. She had spent two months already denying she had a crush on her, so she was just now trying to come to terms with her feelings.

A: (What does it mean about me? Does it mean I'm bisexual? What other weird shit do I like?)
These were the thoughts that rushed through her mind. She hated herself for her feelings, and always took those feelings out on the woman that made her feel this way. The proper thing to do was to fawn over Warren, in the same class as her and Karen. A respectable young man to be sure, if a bit dickish. He had his charms... Ah, who was she kidding? Warren was terrible.
But Karen was worse. Even though she did nothing wrong, Karen was the worst. She hated the thoughts she polluted her mind with. And when the two spoke for the second time, she took that frustration out on Karen in an unhealthy way. Now that she had distanced herself from her, she would only seem desperate if she tried to win her favor back.

Karen gritted her teeth excitedly as class ended. She'd take another opportunity to approach Amber today, she thought. After all, she was wealthy enough to enroll for the socializing, not the career opportunities.
Amber intrigued her. The way she seems to lock up and get defensive when she approaches her wasn't like any ordinary social pageantry she'd seen in her time. Especially since she was so receptive the first time they met.
The word "bashful" never crossed her mind, and she continued to probe her defenses whenever she could. The only question is: What approach would she try today?
Her morale sunk as she recalled the results of her previous attempts. It steadily sunk in that the only thing she hadn't tried was an overly bold, insensitive approach.
"But wait, that just might work! Amber is a timid girl at heart, after all. If I pressure her enough, there's no way she's gonna be able to say no to me!"
So that's what she thought before she set off to work her charm.

K: "Hey there, you!"
She gave Amber a forceful pat on the back, padded by her thick and wavy red hair.

A: "You?!"
K: "Long time no see! What's crackin, sis?"
A: "Why the fuck are you acting like that?"
K: "I dunno what you mean, compadre! I'm just pallin' around with my friend while we're both here!"
Amber uneasily scanned the mocking looks from spectators. She angrily faced Karen. Her ordinarily gentle, feminine face was twisted with a mixture of rage and disgust.

A: "Do you have autism or some shit? Every day it's something new with you."
The teasing grin uneasily faded from Karen's face.

K: "Well uh, I do try to mix things up."
A: "Just don't bother me again, you creep."
And with that, she made as determined a getaway as she could without breaking into a jog, leaving the disappointed Karen alone in the scene she had caused. Scattered laughter echoed among the spectators.

K: "...Fuck. Maybe I do have autism."

Karen returned to her house. It was a medium-sized yet opulent abode in the middle of a very pleasant community. So pleasant, it makes you wonder if it belongs behind a gate.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the original owner of the house had signed it over to her before mysteriously disappearing. The relatives were never offered an explanation, only an invitation to discuss it over dinner. They didn't seem to care enough to show, however. She was relieved, but also disappointed that she didn't get to use the narrative she rehearsed. Oh, well. At least she could pay her taxes.
She was convinced she didn't like Amber, completely unaware of the girl's true feelings. So far she had done nothing but abuse her despite her generosity. Generosity she evidently had an easy time rejecting. Perhaps some strange rumors had gotten to her after all.
She laid down on the couch and thought for a moment.

K: "What an unbelievable bitch... Just believing whatever people say about me? Is that what's going on here?"
She lazily rolled over to settle in more.

K: "Whatever the case, she damaged my reputation by not playing along. I wanted to get along with everyone, but she's ruined things. And she's probably gonna team up with other students sooner or later. Dammit. I'm making enemies."
Her cheek smushed against the couch cushions as she pouted harder, not caring about jeopardizing Amber's reputation in the earlier scenario. Why should she? Amber was utterly unlikeable.
She stewed in her grudge, fantasies of revenge beginning to unfurl in her mind. Then, her stomach gave a dissatisfied growl. Her cushion-smushed face blossomed into a wicked smirk as she decided upon the method of her vengeance.
A boisterous Karen rose from her sulk as she marched to the fridge for a nicely-sized bowl of pudding. She carried it down to the basement without even bringing a spoon as she began to plot her antics for the weekend. Oops.

After having spent an hour of the afternoon workshopping, she had finally worked out her latest evening "entertainment." Truth be told, her usual routine was getting boring. And if Amber didn't fall victim to it, she could always try it on someone else. Her left hand's fingers were sticky and reeked of pudding, and she was nearly finished eating. She licked the last of the warm, syrupy goop she could scrounge up from her digits in an obscene, self-congratulatory fashion.
*Lick, lick, ssshlick... shlurp... gulp.*
*Slurp, suck. Shlk.*
Last finger.
*Schhhhlur-POP!*

K: "Ah, that was a nice sound."
Indeed, her appetite was to be feared, she thought. She pushed the bowl away and leaned back in her chair, thoughts of her next victim filling her consciousness... Soon... she'll...
*Buuurp!*

Amber was messing around on her computer for a good part of the sunday. Typing up papers, watching youtube videos. She heard a sound from within the apartment, but assumed it to be vermin.
About ten minutes after that sound, she was feeling hungry. She got up and searched what little space in her residence that she could call "her pantry" for a snack. That's when she felt it. The sense of vertigo.
The room was wildly spinning around her, and she fell down confused.
"Wha? Uuuhhhh...!"
Gravity seemed to vanish around her body as her surroundings bowed outwards before her eyes.
"Wait. I'm getting small?!"
She looked at the bag of chips in her hand and held it up to the wide-open cabinet she retrieved them from. Yep, she was small.
A wicked female hand loomed over her and blotted out all light, clasping her gently. It muffled her already softened screams.
Amber was imprisoned in Karen's hands now. They surrounded her, nearly blocking out all light. The oppressive, chafing air was killing her with heat and moisture. And the smell of soap and lotion filled her head to bursting as she sunk into the pillowy, well-maintained surface.
Then, a light. A brilliant violet light shone through the cracks in the fingers.
"Ah, here we are."
Wait. That voice.
The hands came undone, and she surveyed her surroundings. All around her, an unfamiliar room. Behind her, a capaciously endowed bust. And above her...

A: "You...?!"
The colossal Karen's hair dangled downwards as she loomed over her victim. Amber was a little bit bigger than a salt shaker in her open hand.

K: "Yeah, me! Welcome to my place!"
A: "What the fuck?!"
K: "Hey, there's no need to panic! I mean, yeah, a lot of things are happening right now, so it's only natural. But it's okay. I'm gonna show you around my house. You ready?"
A: "Uh?!"
K: "This is the entry hall. Not much to look at, but I'm planning on decorating it soon."
Amber hyperventilated in her palm as she took a left.

K: "This is the commons area. Of sorts. There's lots here. I've got seating for lots of people here. These big windows... Give me a nice view of the neighborhood. But I usually keep them closed."
She lifted a piece of the blinds so Amber could see through.

K: "Lovely, right? All the houses here look so nice, and the yards are so well-tended."
Amber was silent. Her tour took her back through the entry hall, through the right door.

K: "And this is the kitchen. Not as many windows. Not like there's much room with all the cabinets and the huge fridge. Still, we got that nice triple-tone aesthetic that realtors pawn off big time for kitchens."
A: "I don't give a shit about your house, psycho! How did you shrink me?!"
K: "Woah, woah! That's seriously rude! And as for how... It's because I'm a witch."
A: "A witch?"
K: "Yeah, I'll show you. Brace yourself."
Amber started feeling queasy as Karen went up some stairs. The two arrived in a hallway similar to the entry hall, but darker. She opened a door to the side. The light revealed the most beautiful bathroom Amber had ever seen. Ornate walls and shower curtain. Spotless tile flooring with a zebra-patterned mat stretched over it. A dark wood sink with an authentic marble top. Part of Amber was peeved when she saw the toilet's seat up, but it really looked good. There wasn't a single spot of dirt.

K: "Aaaand this is where I poop. We'll be coming back here later."
A: "Wait, what?! That's fucking gross, you ape!"
Amber felt a sense of despair creeping up her spine as Karen went silent. She forgot the situation she was in.

A: "No, wait, I'm-"
Her voice went unheard as the other hand enshrined her.

K: "Yeesh. You're just too feisty for your own good, pet. I'm gonna have to come up with some sort of punishment... So you learn to respect me."

Amber was deposited on a black surface. Karen stood over her judgmentally.

K: "This is my boudoir, so to speak. Living room is for suckers. I spend most of my time here."
Amber looked around in a panic. The room was illuminated with a sensual, silver-tone glow from a lamp to the left of the bed. It was a four-posted bed that looked like it belonged to nobility. Yet another stark contrast between this brutish woman and her living quarters.
She was on the right side of the room, and turned her gaze to her closer surroundings. Off the ledge in front of her was a beautifully upholstered chair that looked... Supportive. It could probably give life support to a dying man.. Behind it was a bookcase, although she couldn't see the contents. And off the ledge to her left was...
It was a computer. Specifically, the kind of computer she always wanted. She'd dream about affording an electrical beast of her very own once she graduated, and the infuriating wealth gap between herself and her captor suddenly hit her adrenaline-doped train of thought.
To her right was the monitor, and-

A: "Aaagh!"
A shounen anime figurine stood at roughly the same height as her. It depicted a man cocking his weaponized gun-arm at her threateningly. Looking past him, she could see an urn to the right of the bed. Rather large, very ornate design, and decorated with gold.
She further observed the computer corner of the room to see that it was decked in an admittedly impressive collection of anime merch and posters. Finally, signs pointing to the weirdo who lived here.

A: "What did you want to show me?"
K: "What was that? You'll have to speak up, pet. Since you're so small."
A: "What did you want to show me in here?"
K: "Something in this room. But you've been looking in all the wrong places. Your curiosity should be directed below you."
A: "Huh?"
She looked beneath her feet to observe a massive black journal. The cover was in a language she couldn't translate.

K: "Strip."
A: "What? I'm not gonna-"
K: "STRIP."
Amber was shocked from the authoritative, bellowing giant, but quickly succumbed and took her clothes off. She quivered from the sensation of gigantic eyes observing her naked body. So she tried to change the subject.

A: "What's it say?"
K: "It says 'manual to witchcraft.' I don't know what language it is, I'm just thankful the polyglot potion recipe was in English. Kinda feels more like wizardry if I'm being honest."
Karen furtively eyed the bottom half of the tome. "READ THE END" was intensely scrawled on the cover. The work of the previous owners. She picked up Amber and opened the journal, flipping through the illegible pages with deliberation. Each flip blew dusty parchment wind in Amber's face. She spoke with suspense between each turning.

K: "Your punishment lies... In these pages. Almost every page contains a different curse... I can inflict on you. It even has... some kickass pages in the back about how to make... your own spells. And I've been making it... work."
Amber started to struggle in her hand before she spoke again.

K: "Of course, in a way, you've already met your punishment."
A: "The shrinking curse?"
K: "Yes. You know how I said we'd be going back to the bathroom later?"
Amber went stark white.

A: "You're going to torture me? And... Flush me down the toilet?"
K: "Nope. I'm going to swallow you whole."
A: "..."
K: "...And digest you."
A: "..."
K: "...And THEN flush you down the toilet."
A: "... WHAAAAT?!"
Amber started struggling in Karen's hand with all her might.

K: "Hey, hey, settle down!"
Karen muttered something indecipherable, and Amber's arms and legs went unresponsive.

A: "What did you do?! I can't move!"
K: "I used a curse of lesser paralysis on you. After all, I can't have you struggling and kicking on the way to my stomach."
Amber huffed and puffed in Karen's hand as it neared her mouth. Time to tease the prey.

K: "That's right.~ It's gonna be fun.~ First you'll be going in my mouth. Don't worry, I won't use my teeth."
Karen's suspiciously sweet breath blew from her face to Amber's. It almost smelled like... Confectionry? Like the source itself, not like she had eaten some. And Amber couldn't pry her eyes away from the lips as they gently moved, staring into the abyss beyond. Her voice was soft and playful, and it tickled her brain on a primitive level. It pacified her to some small extent.

K: "I freshen up quite a lot, so it doesn't smell bad. I want you to feel welcomed inside your new home, ya know?"
Amber irrationally felt no tease in her captor's words, sucked in by the lilting, coddling tone. She was lowered below the chin, down to the throat.

K: "Then you'll be taking a little trip down here."
Karen's throat pressed against her as the hand was moved inward.
*GRULP*
A sharp gulp sounded as a glob of air a little too big made its way down. Karen didn't flinch and continued to lower her victim in tandem with the air.
Then she was pressed against her abdomen following an impromptu shirt-lift, a bassy gurgle signifying the air reaching the stomach.

K: "Then you'll be stuck in my tummy for a little while."
Amber's sense of impending doom set back in as she was slid down the fairly slender belly. The tone dropped to a much less comforting level.

K: "Then you'll go on a little trip through my bowels, slowly drained of whatever you're worth and then compacted back into a solid."
Amber shivered in fear, her eyes as wide as they could be opened. She uselessly flailed her torso and head as she was brought behind Karen. She could see her hair spilling partly down her towering back, her eyes following all the way down to her massive derriere.

K: "And then whatever's left of you will go... Pop! Out my butt here. An efficient process!"
Amber was raised back up to her face. She didn't want to go through with this. She just wanted to go home.

A: "Hey, now... surely..."
K: "What was that? Your voice is quiet, so you gotta speak up, remember?"
A: "We don't have to do this, right? Look, I'm sorry I-"
*Brehp!*
Amber was cut off by a belch from the maw before her that was anything but half-hearted. The scent was like her breath, but sweeter and stronger.

K: "Oh, excuse me! That was that air I swallowed earlier. Still, that's probably gonna happen again... I don't shrink you guys down nearly as much as I probably should. Nutritional value and all that."
A: "Look, this is cannibalism! It's wrong! Why are you doing this?! I'm-
K: "WRONG! It's not cannibalism."
A: "YOU'RE TRYING TO EAT ME!"
K: "No.~ I'm GOING to eat you. And cannibalism is when you kill the your target in order to eat them."
A: "..."
K: "I'm eating you in order to kill you."
A: "..."
K: "It's vore."
Amber remained neutral in Karen's clenched mitt. She started to softly confess her true feelings, and why she was so rude to her. She thought it was the only way out. But Karen didn't even notice.

A: "Listen... the reason why I-"
K: "Well, no sense in delaying any further."
She hoisted her little human above her head, tilting back so she was right above her mouth. Amber looked down and saw her crush's face one last time before she was devoured.

K: "Come inside, pet. It's nice and warm. Ahhhh..."
Drop.

A: "AAAAAAAAAAA-"
Her scream as she fell was cut off when she landed on Karen the witch's tongue, the impact forcing the air out of her lungs.
She had time to take one gasp of air, sweet and steamy breath wooing her nostrils and filling her lungs.
Karen's tongue massaged and tossed her around the mouth, coating her with pool after pool of saliva. It got in her every orifice as Karen kissed her entire body. Her nose, her ears, her mouth.
*Schlp slp clkckck swish Smack... suckle suckle...*
A momentary abatement. Her legs were pinned between the roof and tongue, sucked like hard candy. Amber shot Karen's breath out of her lungs, spitting out the slobber that got in her mouth. Then she sucked back in, and went back into the tumble. Her wet hair slapped against her face more than once as she was orally handled.
Then it stopped. She laid on her back in the pulsating, sticky cavern. Karen breathed deeply. The cold air being sucked in teased her red-carpet guest's nipples, which started to perk up beneath their coating of slime. Karen talked slowly, trying to disturb the inside of her mouth as little as she could. After sucking on Amber so much, she had amassed a sizable drool pool she could use to dry swallow her.

"Take a deep breath before you go down."
Amber took a deep breath without thinking before she was sucked to the entrance to the throat. She was already past her beautiful lips, enveloped in her kissable mouth. Now she was going to slide down her equally kissable neck.

"Dooown the haaatch.~"
She could see light for the last time beyond Karen's lips as she said those words before she was plunged into a chaotic combination of wet, dark, warm, noisy, and squishy.
*GLOLP*
Karen placed her hand on her throat as her guest traveled downwards, and unsurprisingly, she could barely feel a bulge moving downwards with her hand.
She felt it much more in her esophagus, naturally. It squeezed and compressed the unwilling voyager as she wriggled her head and torso. She accidentally sped up her descent instead of getting lodged in the throat in her folly.
Finally, she slipped into the empty stomach, devoid of acid and food. It stretched to accomodate her. She was immersed in the slob of the punkish girl that swallowed her from the shoulders down, her head only barely finding air.
Her thoughts were easily read by her magical predator.

"Yikes, that's kinda sad. When humans' lives are put in danger like this, they're like trapped mice. The thought patterns are always 'Get out, get out, get out.' Ya know?"
Amber could hear a heartbeat echoing around her head. And she could hear Karen not only talking above, but projecting inside of her head.
"You're about to asphyxiate. But what if I told you there was a way to escape your fate? Maybe something that doesn't involve churning you into my pudge and fudge?"
She read into Amber's thoughts.

A: (Don't kill me! I don't want to die! Someone help! Save me!)
And so forth and so forth.

K: "You don't want to die? You'd do anything to live?"
A: (Yes! Yes! I don't wanna die! Don't digest me! Get me out of here!)
K: "You'd-" *Brup.* "You'd pledge your soul to me?"
Amber made the choice under extreme duress. She didn't think it through at all. She didn't even register her mind was being read.

A: (Yes! Yes! I'd pledge my soul to you!)
K: "Let me hear you say it! Say it with your voice, not your mind!"
Amber choked and screamed her words through the fluids in the stomach.

A: "YES! I'D PLEDGE MY S-" *blublub* "my soul...!"
K: "Bingo."

Karen started to work her magic. Suddenly, Amber didn't feel short of breath anymore.

K: "Infinite oxygen..."
Karen's bodily fluids were expelled from all of Amber's holes. Her eyes were protected, too.

K: "Something to keep you clean..."
The saliva had already started to drain from Karen's belly during the struggle.

K: "A barrier to keep you in my tummy...~" *smack smack* *urp.*
Her belly convulsed strangely around Amber as she congratulated herself and burped. Then the stomach swelled and distended to a chamber-like consistency.

K: "Eck. That one feels weird. But that should make it more roomy."

Amber stood up uneasily in bottom of Karen's now-enlarged foodsack.

K: "Acid protection..."
She wobbled a little before falling butt-first into the squishy floor.

K: "Dark vision..."
The beastly woman's pitch-black belly was somewhat illuminated to Amber's eyes. She could see herself, she could see the pink walls, and she could see the entrance and exit.

K: *glp* "Drown out the white noise... This'll take a while..."
The carnal symphony of her insides was quieted to Amber's ears. Certain noises, like her voice, mouth, and eructation were deliberately enhanced. She could still hear groaning, breathing, and beating if she listened for them.

K: "Oh, funny thing. I have acid control, already. My stomach doesn't secrete acids unless I want it to."
The swallow Amber heard earlier was followed up by Karen's spit dripping from the roof to the stomach floor.

K: "And when I do, it dissolves whatever's inside pretty quick. Now, let's shrink you a little more..."
The spaciousness of everything surrounding Amber grew as she was reduced from the size of an action figure to about the size of a grape. Maybe smaller?

K: "Anti-aging, for good measure... and a two-way telepathic link."
Amber made use of the telepathy right away.

A: ("What the fuck?! You just ate me!")
K: "Yes. And you were such a good treat. Ooh... I could feel you wriggling the entire way down. It was divine!"
A: ("Am I just a fucking... Treat to you?!")
K: "You are now. You're a treat I'll keep on enjoying."
A: ("What's that supposed to mean?")
K: "You're trapped in my stomach. Forever. My body is a prison for your body."
A: ("I... You what...")
K: "I'm actually gonna sever the link for a little while so you can come to terms with this, alright? Just settle in."
A: ("...")
K: "Funny thing, actually. The whole pledge-your-soul bit? That was just a cliche I wanted to do. You were mine as soon as I struck."
A: ("...")
K: "Ooh, idea! I'm gonna do a fat victory burp! To commemorate your new home!"
She started swallowing air, indecently letting her voice out after choking down every bit.

*Glp!* "Ah."
*Glup* "Uh."
*Grulp* "Ah."
*Glmmmm* "Fuah."
*Grllm* "Ahheheh."

The roof of her body's temple sputtered lightly with each wave that washed in, and the walls gave a nearly imperceptible groan that only those inside could hear.
*Grrlll...*
*Grmmm...*
*Brlll...*

She continued for some time more before she finally broke silence.
K: "Okay, the most badass victory cry ever made. Here it comes...!"
A hot blast rattled deep through her deepest pipes before incarnating as an incredible belch.
*BUUUOOOUUURRRRPP!!*

And so Amber, lost in the depths of the sprightly, wicked man-eater forever, thought to herself amidst the slime and flesh.
A: (How can so much disgusting shit happen inside just one person...?)



About an hour had passed since Karen had added a guest to her gut. Several vague noises could be heard coming from outside her body. She seemed active, but nothing overly descriptive, especially past Karen's blurred-out bodily sounds and one-sided small talk. Her words echoed down her throat to Amber's ears as she rambled.
At the moment, Amber was being forced to telepathically communicate with Karen to keep her company. She knew at this stage that insubordination would get her nowhere fast. Still, it was a good thing that she had to forcefully think what she wanted to say to communicate. That way her strange feelings wouldn't be revealed.

K: "You know, I'm not the original owner of this house. Place used to belong to one of those... Old madam types. You know the ones, with the expensive furs and perfumes? Reminded me a bit of a courtesan, I guess. Turns out all her relatives either didn't want to see her anymore or were dead. She was a pretty good mark, so I got her to sign the house over to me before I ate her."
A: ("Ate her. So I'm not the first. You did seem to know exactly what you were doing.")
K: "No, you're not the first. You're the... Oh, right, gotta update my diary. 99 others have gone down before you."
A: ("99?!")
K: "I figured I'd try something different for my big one-double-o, you know?"
A: ("So, that explains the high local disappearance rate.")
K: "I'd rather you not think ill of me, pet. I generally only choose people who deserve it, like bullies, criminals... She was just convenient."
A: ("That'd be Davey from two weeks ago. He didn't show up anymore one day. He was the second campus disappearance in a month, so everyone got a lecture.")
K: "Precisely. That guy was a dick. Oh! Crooked politicians, too."
A: ("Wait, do you mean the governor? He vanished one day. He left behind an embezzlement trail. It wasn't believed he had left the country.")
K: "Yeah, the governor. You're pretty good at this. You know, I'm pretty sure the gang war in my old city was my fault. Evidently some boys went missing on some turf they weren't supposed to be on or something? I dunno how gangs work. The thought excites me, though."
A: ("Wait, you ate gangsters? That doesn't seem sanitary.")
K: "Don't worry, I'm immunized to pretty much every STD in the medicine journals. Was a time where I got prions from eating people, too. Cured that in a jiffy, but some days it feels like something in my brain still rotted."
A: ("Well, no surprise there.")
Amber heard Karen's mouth fill with something.
*glp*
*glp*
*gulp*
Three swallows of cold water sequentially splashed down, each one colder than the last. It was an unpleasant shock, but things heated back up soon enough.

K: "Hahaha. Don't make fun of my brain. It's got magic inside!"
A: ("I'm sorry, it was just a joke.")
K: "I know it was. But you've been a good little girl for a while now. I wanna at least have some motivation to bully you!"
A: ("So 99 people have died inside of you.")
K: "That's right. 99 bodies integrated into mine. I'm the ultimate serial killer, I guess you could say."
So she had a crush on a deranged, voracious serial killer who decided to imprison her inside of her stomach on a whim. A stomach used to kill 99 people.

K: "Hey, I'd like to thank you for being talkative. Mind-reading just feels unethical in general, ya know?"
A: ("What, like eating people isn't?")
K: "I told you, I generally try and eat people who deserve it!"
A: ("Like I deserved it?!")
K: "You're one of the rudest people I've met. So of course you did."
Karen's tone dropped for that statement. Despite her situation, Amber found herself having a little more stockholm syndrome than victim complex. What if she hurt Karen without even realizing it? Wait. Why think this way? Is her mind really that far gone? Get it together, this psychotic freak abducted and ATE you.
Speaking of eating, she wanted a snack an hour and a half ago. Her appetite was mostly ruined by the stressful, disgusting situation she had literally been plopped down into.
She could hear Karen sit down.

K: "Okay, hun, dinner's ready. Are you?"
Wait what.
Karen stuck something in her mouth, followed by assorted squishing and chewing noises.
Forty seconds of awkward suspense.
*glp*
Amber stared up at the very bottom of the throat. This fear crossed her mind at some point, but she automatically blocked it out. Whatever she had swallowed was moving closer...
A cooked chunk of meat dropped into her unusually spacious belly with a dramatic splat. It appeared to be a piece of steak, completely mashed up into a wad saturated with saliva and steak sauce. Her entire stomach smelled like her food to Amber, now, despite her inability to breathe.
Karen smirked. She remembered her fondness for this sort of thing. Her sadistic side started to wax, thirsting to victimize Amber with no true provocation. She cooed gently as she taunted.

K: "Alright, that one's yours. And the rest is mine."
Oh no. She didn't want to eat that. She wanted to be as far away from it as possible. She ducked in the furthest spot away from it that she could find. She hopelessly attempted to escape through the pyloric. No use, a barrier hummed gently as she tried to put her hand through.
She turned around, silently watching as more and more food was sucked down the gullet, squeezed out from the esophagus and piled up in the center. Pea and potato paste, too.

K: "Come on, you gotta eat. I cooked all this delicious food just for you. Usually I'd just settle for some snacks around this time of day."
A: ("Absolutely the fuck not.")
K: "If you don't eat it, you'll go hungry. AND I'll punish you. You don't want to sleep hungry, do you?"
After some deliberation, Amber approached the mountain of food, which had nearly swelled to accomodate the entirety of the good cook's belly.
*Berp.* "Mmmm, yummy." *smak smak*
Karen patted her stomach contentedly, insides slightly jarring. She was feeling rather well for herself. The same could not be said for the one about to eat the food she had already eaten.
Urk... She tried to forget. Tried to forget where she was, where the food came from. She closed her eyes and ate a handful.
*spltch*
An unpleasant mixture of steak sauce and sputum squirted in her mouth with each chew, but she only gagged a couple of times. It didn't taste that bad, but the texture was awful. One more, and one more bite still...
*Brrpt*
That sound came from below... Amber suddenly stopped eating, her mind jerked back to the morbidity of the situation she was in. Her less-than-gracious host just... Passed gas. From her rear.
Karen giggled. She had always been a vulgar woman who enjoyed her vulgar functions, and would never opt for a silent fart if she was alone.
The meal was finished. She felt something else moving towards her exit, and got up from her chair.
The pile of food in her expansive gut shifted as she moved, causing a minor avalanche. Amber was buried in it. She screamed and cursed.

K: "You got a little more time to get a few bites in before the night, okay, pet? If you don't make it in time, you might go hungry!"
Amber dug herself out of the not-quite-chyme, exasperated and covered in food. How was she meant to survive in here?
Meanwhile, on the outside, Karen had stepped into her bathroom. She was going to ruin Amber's appetite tonight. In one swift motion she pulled down her pants and seated herself on her royal throne. There wasn't a hair to be seen between her freshly parted, snowy white cheeks. Just an immaculate pucker of a hole that was starting to bow outwards, prepared to eject her waste.
*pffbbt...*
Her anus fluttered as noxious gas spewed forth, and Amber heard it. Her already unwilling feeding screeched to a halt. She wasn't typically that impressionable, but the situation she was in made her a bit more conscious of bodily functions, her own included.

K: "Nngh..."
A predictable object peeked out and emerged from Karen's butthole, and she made all the sounds she felt like making as she strained to evacuate what used to be some delicious casserole. She held not a care in the world.

K:"Agh... Hah..." *Plunk!* "Whoo."
Amber heard it all thanks to the sound tweaking. The labored pants and grunts. The soft crackle of the turd she produced exiting her body, nearly inaudible even outside. The pronounced sound as it dropped into water.
Karen stood up and flushed the log out of sight. She knew she had won, and joked liltingly.

K: "Ahh, that was a good one.~ Hahahaha."
She flushed behind her.
*bbpt~*
Again, the mortality of the situation hit like a truck. This was what happened to everything she ate, including the paste Amber was forced to nosh on. This was how she disposed of all the people she consumed. And it could have happened to her.
Was this what everyone who had been swallowed before amounted to in the end? Just flatulence and shit for her to have fun passing? Was fun all she amounted to as well?

K: "Well, feeding time's over. Time to sleep. Good night!"
A: "Wait, what?"
With little prior warning, acids began to flow in Karen's body. Anything they touched was rendered down in moments, and Amber didn't have time to register what was happening before she fell asleep.



Amber awoke hours later to shock. She was still expecting her bedroom when she opened her eyes. Granted, the room she actually awoke in appeared utterly spotless compared to last night.
Amber sleepily surveyed her surroundings. Karen's stomach was still roomy enough for her to move around in. The fleshy, patterned walls quivered gently before her sight.
The perspective was wrong though. Karen was on her side. Amber tried using telepathy.

A: ("Hey, what the fuck are you doing?")
... No use. The link was cut for now.
Karen's breathing sounded funny.
*PFLT!* "khuu..."
She was asleep. And she just farted in her sleep. Great. Sleeping like a sweet brick, despite being a heinous bitch.
Wait, sweet? That's a bad analogy, Amber thought.
It felt like hours passed. She spent her solitary time thinking.

A: (I'm surprised I didn't wake up sooner. This quivering chamber... It's impossible for me to go back to sleep inside of it.)
A: (I wonder which side she sleeps on. I can't tell from in here. Well, if that's the top of the stomach... Ah, left side. Too bad I can't crawl out like this.)
A: (I can't help but wonder whether or not she's forgotten about me. I wonder if it'd suck or be a good thing? On one hand, I wouldn't have to talk to her. She'd swallow other people without knowing about me... Okay, yeah, it's definitely best if she remembers.)
A: (I always liked the way Karen looked in dresses. Where does such a filthy beast get off dressing like that? It's like she's lying to everyone about who she really is. Kinda cool, though... No, that's not cool!)
A: (I wonder how her body changes in her sleep. I'm certain she must be filthy right now. What a filthy freak.)
Suddenly, a sharp breath. The ground began to heave and quake.

K: "Uh... Aaaaahhhh...~"
A brief series of stretches sent Amber gently tumbling back and forth.

K: "Hey there, pet. Sleep well?"
A: ("No.")
K: "Hmmm. Says here you did, though. My sleep spell only lasted about 30 minutes, but you slept for 9 and a half hours!"
A: ("You can figure that out?")
K: "Yep. I didn't list all the spells I cast when you surrendered to me."
A: ("Did you know you fart like a whale in your sleep?")
K: "Yes. Ah, it even showed up in your dreams!"
A: ("My... Dreams? You can see my dreams?")
K: "Yeah. Hahaha, you got shot out of a cannon in your dream one time that happened."
A: ("That's fucking weird. And I don't remember that.")
K: "Yep. Dreams are weird. But don't worry, I'll keep a dream journal for you while you spend your time inside. Ahahaha."
A: ("Are you for real?")
K: "Yep. It'll kinda be like a morning TV show. I wonder how long you'll dream about the outside world before you forget it... Wonder how many cameos my toots are gonna make, too."
Amber shuddered as Karen got out of bed. She gossiped with Amber for a while, going about her daily routine.

K: "Cooling off in there at all? Your body retains heat as you sleep."
A: ("Not really. I don't notice a difference.")
K: "Ah. Could be too slow, too slight. Then again, you're in the very core of my being."
A: ("You might not have noticed, but I'm a little limited in my perceptions, here.")
K: "That's very true. Did you know that I'm completely naked now?"
Amber's heart leaped a little. She noticed and cursed herself.

K: "I don't sleep with clothes on. Just feels so much more... Free, you know? Sexual, even. I don't get dressed until I'm ready to wash."
A: ("Are you even sexually active, though?")
K: "No. Never really felt like it, you know? I guess I'm in a committed relationship with my witchery, though. I tell you, these witches... Maybe it's a good thing they can't be found anywhere anymore. Some of the spells I used to eat you were already written down in the grimoire. Freaky, huh?"
A: ("Wait, for real?")
K: "Yeah, they must've been into some real freaky shit. I think they sometimes got people to confess or spill their secrets like this! We must be pretty alike."
Amber rocked around involuntary as Karen bounced excitedly.
She stopped momentarily. Then she continued, harder.

K: "Hahaha, yeah! I can feel you bouncing around in there!"
A: ("Knock it off, you bitch!")
K: "Why don't you beg for it?"
Amber clutched at her head, pounding and disoriented, as she tried to control her temper.

A: ("Karen, please stop bouncing. I can feel my-")
She heard various wet, squishing noises from below.

A: ("Karen... What the hell are you doing.")
K: "Uhehehehe."
Amber was tossed around the oppressive stomach some more as the one it belonged to rocked her hips back and forth.

K: "Like I said. In a relationship with my witchery. I enjoy this, you know. I get off on tormenting and inconveniencing people with my abilities. Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I don't care. If you want me to stop, you'll have to beg."
Amber wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

A: ("Go to hell!")
K: "Suit yourself! Ahahaha!"
Her hip movements grew less frantic anyways as she focused. Amber could hear her ragged breathing echoing above.

K: "Hah... Hah... Ah... Mmh... Aaah...!"
She made all the noises she wanted to make with indecent glee. Sounded like she was close to finishing. Amber braced herself for some intense hip-rocking as the climax drew nearer. But instead... Stillness.
Karen bellowed in pleasure as she finished herself off, squishing noises surrounding Amber where her voice didn't reach.

K: "Ah...! Ugh! Egh! AH! RRRGH! HAAAAH! HAAAaah! Haaah... Ah....! Haaah... Huhhhh... Uuuugh...."
A: ("You happy?")
K: "Hahaha. Extremely. Wow, I came so much thanks to you!"
A: ("Yeah. Bet you're real proud of that. Victimizing people so you can cum buckets.")
K: "Ahahaha. Hey, you wanna see how much?"
A: ("Wait, what?")
Watery sounds came from above. Karen was drinking something. Followed by a swallow.
Oh, God.

K: "Here it comes! I didn't spill a drop!"
No wonder she wasn't thrusting and shaking near the end. She wanted to stay still so she could collect her juices in something without spilling.
Hot, clear, sticky fluids rushed down her throat and evened out at the bottom of the pit, covering Amber in slime. She gasped in disbelief, the secretions diverting from her mouth thanks to a spell. Her stomach filled with a candylike scent, swamping Amber's senses insensate.
Wait... Even though she smelled one of Karen's sweet burps earlier, her stomach had no such air to it until she drank her cum. Odorless... Huh.

K: "Ahh. That tasted sweet. Hey, why don't you give it a shot?"
A: ("Hell no!")
K: "But it'll hydrate you! You gotta get your fluids somehow, right?"
A: ("I'll just... Fine.")
She was about to argue that Karen would have to drink water eventually, but she decided it to be futile. She skillfully ignored the nagging voice of infatuation inside of her that made drinking it so easy.

A: ("Woah... It's sweet. Like syrup.")
K: "I know, right? Magic rules. You know I can taste it still inside my tummy? And..." *Uurp* "And you, too."
A: ("Yeesh. So you taste all of your food mixing together, and all the acid that winds up in here too?")
K: "Nah, I can switch it off. I have good acid control, remember?"
Suddenly, the walls of the stomach started secreting some. It washed into the pool Amber was in.

A: ("What the fuck?!")
It was over in a flash. As soon as the acids were properly mingled with Karen's ejaculate, her belly heaved mightily inwards, forcing everything down.

K: "Done and empty. Oh shit, I gotta get going!"

Karen nakedly entered the kitchen, feeling the chill as she opened up the fridge. The fridge that was probably three times bigger than most household fridges. The fridge that appeared to stock itself without anyone putting anything in. The fridge that never seemed to run out... Aha.
It really never ran out of food. She had applied a special, intricate, very lengthy enchantment to it that caused food in supermarkets around the world to randomly wind up in her home. Another one to wash it of impurities and undesirables. A third one to blacklist things she didn't like. And more, still... Truly a unique masterwork of magical engineering. She could trust any food that wound up in here thanks to her hard work, whether they be used to be hormone-saturated or disease-ridden.

K: "Starfruit, huh...? Haven't had that in a while."
She talked to herself, deliberately letting Amber know what was on the menu. She operated an alphabetical keypad on the oven, typing in "LASAGNA." The fridge had started to fill and empty itself with everything needed for the dish...
While that was going, she had chopped the starfruit up and put it on a plate. She raised a piece to her mouth and bit in with a disgusting splat.
*Splch... Skrsh skrsh skrsh sqsh slsh... glup. Mtak.*
She smacked her lips and ate some more, the fruit dribbling down into her beautiful body. A square of lasagna began to assemble in the 0-visibility oven.
The first of the fruit immersed itself in her gut as the second of it leapt into her foyer.
*Splt.* "Crisp. And kind of a..." *krl shl sksh sksh...* "Funky taste." *squish, gulp*
She juiced the last she could against the roof of her mouth, strongly sucking, before sending it down.

K: "Might wanna hurry up with eatin' that. You gotta have fruit in your diet, and it's going as soon as I eat the last."
As soon as I eat the last. Amber was dissatisfactorily reminded of the fact that she was about to chow down on what could be called Karen's cud. She bit into the sickly, pale pulp.
Karen finished, and her belly was nice and filled. She gave it a few pats and smirked while Amber observed what happened next with fascination. Then she experienced it with horror. Acids steadily spilled into the room once again, and the mound of fruit mush began to liquefy beneath her feet. She tried to cling to what little she could, but she was eventually plunged into the sticky mixture. Then, a movement. The stomach compacted itself, tightening in on the contents. Amber could feel the soup moving around against her skin. And then, the walls stretched outwards again. Nothing but her remained. Her skin and hair were pretty much clean, save for what usually coated her nowadays.

K: "Ahh, alright. Time for round two..."
Karen had carried her lasagna out to her dining room. It was a quaint place, lined with assorted antiques the previous homeowner had. She found it a good place to ritualize her assorted sins of gluttony. She raised a spoonful of lasagna to her mouth and chewed it. Amber had no idea what was going on up there. Nothing but nondescript squishing.
*chew, chew, chew, chew... Buuhhp. chew, chew... gmp*
She slightly opened her mouth, small bits of meat and cheese glistening with saliva in what little light ventured past her lips as she burped. The fruity eructation dusted the back of her tongue with an imperceptible aftertaste as it wafted through what she was currently eating. She swallowed, just a tiny portion of the gas heading back down with new contents.
She continued to eat, more and more slop dropping down. She talked with her mouth full.

K: "I don't usually cook, ya know." *chew chew chew* "I thought I might as well serve us some steak I made myself for a special occasion, but I'm too busy for that sort of stuff most of the time." *glp*
The bite she was consuming as she talked to her occupant was piled onto the rest. At last, the final piece. The hungry diner suspensefully and playfully raised it to her mouth with her tongue out, not taking her eyes off of it. Then she felt an impulse.
"Aaah..." *Uuuurp.*
The terribly-mannered glutton freely squeezed out what she could, her meaty belch greeting the final morsel to grimly forecast its fate. She plunged it into the abyss and began to digest.

A deafening roar surrounded Amber. Karen had finished her meal and hopped into the shower. She couldn't think straight as the jets of water crashed against her host's skin, feeding their force into her silken body. She could feel the temperature beginning to slightly rise, too. Understandable.

K: "So, what were you studying for before I gobbled you? Like, endgame."
A: ("...")
K: "..." *glup*
Warm shower water rudely splashed down on the unresponsive Amber.

K: "I don't really think it matters as much for me, since I largely enrolled for the social opportunity. I'm studying to become an engineer right now, since it will help me combine my research from my big black book with more mundane devices. They compound and give eachother some extra oomph, you know?"
A: ("Yeah, same. We had that same class.")
K: "Yep. What were you planning on doing, do you think?"
A: ("I was never sure. But it doesn't matter anymore.")
Karen stopped moving for a while. What was this unfamiliar tenseness in her chest?

K: "Ah, right. Can't really go stargazing right now, huh?"
Some minutes passed, and the shower was finished. Karen dried off and went to select her clothes. Amber could hear her open the doors on the way. Then she could hear a shirt slipping over some hair and skin.

K: "Hmmm... Feeling like a black skirt."
Amber sighed. That was a nice skirt.

K: "Tell you what. Since you've been such a good, compliant girl today, I'll give you a nice little reward."
Karen headed to the journal on her desk next to the clothes closet and began to recite a spell from her scribble paper.

K: "There. That should help you hear better when you want to. You can listen in front of me, behind me... Anywhere."
She headed down the hallway, into the bathroom. Amber couldn't quite tell where she was, but she would eventually recognize the ambience of that room. Probably.
*psssss*

K: "Just gotta squirt a little, and we'll be out soon."
The sound of the liquid exiting was unusually amplified to Amber's ears, even though she tried to steer her hearing elsewhere. Karen finished discharging the medium amount of liquid from her body and flushed.
Amber was suddenly made aware of the urges she'd been suppressing this entire time from this simple act. Attraction... She hated this feeling.
Karen had some time to spare, so she sat down and texted one of her friends. Something was trying to emerge from Amber, so she took this chance and moved over to Karen's pyloric.

A: (Okay. Let's see if her directions were good...)
She raised her squishy backside, wedging it through the squishier sphincter as best as she could. She could feel the barrier as her feet and buttocks smushed against it.

A: (Alright. Here goes.) "Hmmmgh..."
*PRRP.*
That wasn't her. Karen blew a sharp, well-muffled toot into her beautiful white leather couch without so much as lifting a cheek. A completely thoughtless operation while she was at home.
A: (Cute.)
Amber's anus clenched inwards, subconsciously dissuaded from a proper evacuation.

A: (Wait, cute? Dammit. I meant dammit!)
*Prrt!*
Karen's pucker withdrew, having voided her digestive gases from her body and warmed her seat and skirt up. Convenient.

*Sniff, sniff*

A: ("Hey, I heard that!")
K: "Heeey, don't judge.~ I made a nice little transmogrification spell for it. Smells like hot cocoa."
A: ("Wait, what the fuck? I remember smelling that when you were bothering me once!")
K: "Oh, you noticed that? Yeah, that was my butt gas. You were none the wiser, though."
A: ("That's fucking weird.")
K: "My poop smells like fresh coffee, too. Even if it's made of people."
So Karen's butthole smells like a cafe. For whatever reason, that was a nice thought. It helped Amber get over her self-consciousness.
Fuck it. Amber started to uncomfortably defecate. Her urine dribbled down her thigh into Karen's intestines, and she repositioned her legs.

A: "Rrrgh... Agh!" Finally, she felt something snaking out of her butt.
A: *Poot!* "Nnngh! Hooh...! Hah..." She continued to push, some of it breaking off prematurely. She continued fighting against the awkward positioning, hips-deep into the stomach exit, until the last remnant of what she had eaten outside of Karen's body had been voided from one set of bowels into another.

K: "Oh, yeah! You hardly get dental care down there, huh? You've never heard me brush my teeth, right? I'll use the same spell on you. It'll keep your mouth and teeth as clean as physically possible."
Karen ran her tongue over her immaculate teeth, smooth and white as pearls.

A brief flash in a closed closet on campus heralded Karen's arrival to school.

K: "Alright, pet, we're here."
A: ("Why do you keep calling me that?")
K: "Because you're... You're pet."
A: ("I'm your pet?")
K: "Yes, but you're also pet."
Some time passed before Karen showed up in class. She attended lectures in one of the fancier rooms on campus, although Amber couldn't tell from within. She wouldn't be able to use her hearing gift in a setting like this.
All remained unaware of the monster in their midst. Karen, dressed in feminine tones, sat daintily in her chair. Her body's warmth gently leeched into her surroundings, and wrapped vigorously around Amber's skin, which had long since been raised to internal temperature. Her hair gently spilled over her back, quaking with even the slightest movement of her head. The woman sitting behind her caught a whiff of some perfume. It smelled like cocoa.
This was what was on Karen's mind right now. The wrongdoing she had committed, and the surrounding ignorance she nested in.
She took the time to communicate with Amber when she could.

K: ("Man, these guys have no idea how many people I've killed. Isn't it silly? Any one of them could go missing, even tonight... Yet they do nothing. That's what makes ignorance so bizarre. The very premise of it. You can't stop what you can't see coming, but at the same time your survival expects you to do something. A fundamental conflict. I think it's disappointing that people aren't aware of all the danger in their lives. But at the same time, it's fascinating when some people have the instinct to avoid danger they're not even aware of.")
A: ("You're saying you wish I avoided you?")
K: ("Darling, you were never in any danger. You're my little pet, and I won't let you get hurt. But you were no different before I ate you up. You actually invited misfortune by pushing me away, even though it would have been beneficial to you to be nicer. Even a simple mistake like the way you sleep could damage your survival odds. Isn't that just crazy?")
Amber, despite her current situation, was guiltily reminded of the way she had treated Karen.

K: ("Another thing is how people interpret evidence. It's possible to limit information in such a way that an alert of danger seems as benign as a shoe in your backyard.")
Amber, being a fan of similar horror elements and having nothing better to do, listened intently.

K: ("Just a little while ago, I broke wind. I should have liked to do it a little more dramatically, but that would be inappropriate for this setting. But that gas could have come from anything. Even if I had consumed her boyfriend, there'd be no way of telling that particular flatulence came from me digesting her lover. Assuming it smelled normally, the man she once treasured would be dismissed by her as nothing more than an offense to her senses, or something to blame someone for.")
Amber, enraptured and somewhat disgusted, listened to the increasingly morbid scenario her cannibalistic captor began to spin. But why was talking about her rectum voiding itself oddly enchanting?

K: ("But it didn't smell bad. It actually smells fairly pleasant now. In a way, he could have offered one last bit of pleasure to his girlfriend in this state. But that also adds another layer of mystery, because farts certainly aren't supposed to smell so pleasant. If that fragrance was identified as some gas I just passed, something would clearly be wrong. Perhaps not enough to warrant action, but it's still a peculiar discrepancy. But by removing the last bits of sensory detail, being the curious sound coming from my butt, the hot jet of gas that my panties are absorbing practically halfway into its life, and the telltale scent, there's no input left that you can use to identify a magical toot.")
A: "I see."

Amber's mind moved of its own volition before she could realize what was going on, and she lost herself in fantasy.

She imagined Karen sitting at her desk, swallowing small people as she worked on a paper. She gulped each one down industrially, with nearly no thought or pleasure. She eventually started burping after each one. The first one with her mouth closed.
*Bmmmp*
Then she started noisily belching, each bellow from her esophagus a funeral speech for the last person she had devoured. No one cast a stray glance at her as she continued to feast and work.
*gulp... Burr*
*GrUlp... Blurp*
*Glup... Brurp*
*GLOP. Bruup.*

Amber jolted back to her senses.

A: (Wait. What the fuck was I thinking, fantasizing about someone eating people? About KAREN eating people? Getting eaten wasn't fun! I would know!)
Was it...? In a way, she wanted to get closer to Karen. No, no, no. This luck was on the same level as a monkey's paw wish!
Karen thought to herself.

K: (Well, that's something...)
She found mind reading unethical, but decided to give it a whirl whenever she did or talked about gross things. It's not like Amber would react with anything other than discomfort, right?
This was completely unprecedented. Amber's denial and disapproval was but a flimsy shield, and she had found herself lost in fantasy. A rather intense and filthy one, at that.

K: (So she really likes that, huh? No skin off my nose, I guess... But she wanted to get closer to me?)



The day dragged on, and it was time for a lunch break. Karen made a break for a destination besides the cafeteria.

K: "So, uh... What would you like to eat?"
A: ("You're asking me?")
K: "Well, you know. You've been a very good companion to me so far. This is proving to be a worthwhile venture."
Karen cleared her throat and shyly clasped her hands. Actually being kind to her food was something she hadn't anticipated, and couldn't psych herself out of no matter how hard she tried.
She wasn't used to these feelings.

A: (Something sweet, I guess.)
K: "Like a cupcake, or...?"
A: (Sure.)
Karen procured a decently-sized cupcake from her fridge from miles away.

K: "Alright, let's begin."
She messily bit into the chocolate-bodied cupcake, accidentally topping her nose with vanilla. The moist, spongy bread met her tongue eagerly with its unique texture. It wasn't long before it was reduced to a satisfying, gummy chewing consistency, blending with icing and saliva.
*chhk, Chik, chk, chk, chk, chk...*
She swabbed the frosting off of her nose and sucked it into the gooey mixture, still a speckly brown and white, and tried to homogenize it a little more. She kept tabs on Amber's thoughts as she continued, what little honor she had left overwhelmed by curiosity.
*shhh-POP. chk, chk, ck, ck ck...*

A: (Ooh, I liked that sound...)
K: *gOLp.* "Mmmm..."
She could still taste the morsel as it made its way down to fuel her body.

A: (Sounds like she's having fun. Sharp...?)
Sharp? Sharp what? Damn it.
Next bite. She thought she'd ham it up a little more.
"Homf." *Chhk, chk, chk, chk,*
The first bite of confectionry arrived in Karen's stomach a mere shadow of its original form. A sugary, tan-colored paste with tiny crumbs and spit bubbles oozing along the sides. It spread out a bit like a droplet of water, unable to maintain its form versus gravity but still too thick to pool out. And Karen could still taste it, feeling its movement in her insides. How delicious!
*chk, chk, chk, ssuck.*
Amber uncomfortably scooped up some of the sludge with her hands and ate some, trying to forget. She wanted to try and focus on Karen as she ate.

K: *chk, chk.* "Mmm, this is good. Try some if you haven't just yet."
A: (She's really having fun. Wish it was as good for me.)
K: *chk, slurp, gLOp.* "Ahhh."
A: (Yeesh, she's wolfing it down. Another sharp one. Must be air. She's swallowing pretty big. Is she gonna have to burp? I wonder what it'll be like. Or when it is.)

Fuck it. Only half left, might as well see how she reacts. Karen began to devour the half of the treat that had yet to begin its integration. The one fell swoop that finished it off.
K: "Ahh..." *Hhf. Chlkh, chplkh... chlkh, chlkh, chk.* "Akhh."

A: (Must have been a big bite! She's really getting stuck into it. More than she should, but it's good.)
Karen's gut tensed inwards.

A: (Oh, it's happening?!)
Karen's greedy mouth opened, selfishly trying to consume, relieve, and speak at the same time.
K: "Ah..." *BEHHP!* "Ah fuffan ruff khuhkeksh."
Karen's jaws and tongue disturbed her stuffed mouth's pasty contents as she talked in her self-indulgent trance. A couple clear globs of spittle were launched from her cakehole as she belched, landing who knows where.

A: (Damn. Trying to speak and chew at the same time? And knowing she has to burp? And not even swallowing a little before it comes up? She's so... Feral!)
Karen noted the positive tone of the word "feral" as it scrambled through her surveillance, as if it was meant to be a compliment.

K: *chk, chk, chk, chk, chk,* "Rrh." *chk, chk, chk, chk... GLUUP.*
Karen spoke with more breath than sound, her speech scented like a sugary trap.

K: "That was the last bite." She grabbed hold of her tummy and kneaded it with her hands. Amber didn't feel it too much. But she felt it when the final, gigantic piece of cupcake slop wetly sledded into Karen's gut.
*Smack!*

A: (Damn, that was climactic. So she's done pigging out...) *sigh*
Karen timidly stiffened. So her guest was starting to like when she did this? She'd admit, she does have a tendency to jump to conclusions and overplan. She hadn't really thought this scenario through, or what she would do if this happened. She had more or less assumed that Amber would plead, bitch and hate her forever, and she would torment her until she got bored. And that was just fine with her, because she'd hate Amber too. But...

K: "So, like I said, I can still taste that stuff. You mind if I leave it in for a while?"
A: ("No, it's fine. You'd do that anyways, right?")
K: "Hahaha. That's right."
A: (Heh. She's kinda cruel in a good-natured way.)
How cute.

The day continued. Amber moved around often, as her body would sink into the cupcake paste if she remained still for too long. It squished and smushed beneath her feet, and it produced a wet, sticky splat whenever she tripped on the uneasy footing. She tried not to do that too often.
Karen could still taste the goop inside of her belly, its flavor very, very slowly expiring. And she could taste Amber moving around inside, disturbing her stomach's contents beneath her weight.
K: ("Ohhh, dear.~")
A: ("What?")
K: ("Ah, nothing. I was just thinking about my predecessors.")
That was a close one.

A: ("What, you mean your... Oh, the witches before you.")
K: ("Correct. Very smart, dear.")
A: ("Uh.")
K: ("What?")
A: ("Dear?")
K: ("Oh, sorry. I call everyone dear.")
A: ("Oh.") (Oh...)
K: ("I'm just kidding.")
A: ("Oh!") (Woah! Dear... What does that mean? Was she saying that at me the first time? Or...)
K: ("Anyways, you saw my book. And how it had READ THE END on the front?")
A: ("Yeah, I remember seeing that.")
K: ("It was a lazy weekend day. And I'm the active type, so I try and get out of the house sometimes. Well, I was heading through some woods when I found it.")
A: ("The journal.")
K: ("Yep. Sitting in the brush, not even damp or tattered. The pages were fine. The cover was a bit dinged up, though.")
A: ("And what, did it have that message on the front, too?")
K: ("Yep. And at the end... The last recollections of three people. Two witches and a warlock who had owned the journal prior.")
A: ("Yeah, yeah...?")
K: ("Evidently, they had brought the book overseas and were trapped in the town of Salem. Salem, Massatoochets.")
A: ("You watched that, too?")
K: ("What? Oh, Looney Tunes? Yeah, dude.")
A: ("Awesome!")
K: ("I know, right? I'm awesome. Anyways, they were trapped, right? Some sort of magic keeping them from using their tricks or leaving. Only non-witches could leave the town.")
A: ("I see. That makes sense. If I was about to be found out, I'd leave town ASAP.")
K: ("I know, right? After making them forget your identity, of course. But the townspeople continued to try and root them out among their numbers. That means they had to have known that they couldn't leave.")
A: ("Or they just didn't know witches can teleport out of town.")
K: ("I've entertained that. That would probably make more sense, actually. Maybe they made a powerful enemy somewhere that trapped them then turned everyone against eachother. VERY smart, Amber.")
A: ("Ah. Thanks...")
Was she being that smart? It didn't matter, she just wanted to give a reward for unsettling her stomach with her constant motion. And for making her feel special.
What was the spell again...? Aha. Karen muttered to herself.

K: ("There you go, pet. I've given you the ability to see. Like freecam in a video game. If you focus, you can see anything around you. Er... Anything around me. You can even see the sun again! Although I need to disengage it when I go to bed.")
A: ("Seriously? Sweet! I'll try it now!")
K: (Ah, don't... Aww. She stopped moving.)
Amber concentrated, hypnotizing herself into an out-of-body experience.
Her consciousness swam forth, into the stomach wall... Deeper... She couldn't see anything. Deeper... AGH! Light! She quickly withdrew back inside. Let's try again. Slowly... Slowly...
She saw Karen's hands on her desk. Someone else's hands. She was so used to seeing her own. In front of her was the back of someone she had never really noticed before. She reeled upwards to look at Karen's face. She was smiling beautifully. Like she was genuinely happy.
Amber couldn't stop staring. So earnest. So beautiful... She wanted to watch until it went away.
Karen completely forgot her shyness concerning private matters, too busy scanning Amber's reactions and fascination with her. She was happy Amber was happy. Then it hit her. She was being complimented by being stared at so intently. She yelped and straightened out.

A: (Huh? That was weird.)
K: ("Ah, sorry if that disturbed you. I felt a shitty pain go up my thumb all of a sudden.")
Then she went back to smiling. She had to, if she wanted to keep suspicion to a minimum. Amber stared at her beautiful green eyes.

A: (They're so deep. I never really had a chance to notice them.)
K: (Stop thinking like that.)
Amber situated herself in front of Karen's left eye, carefully observing her intricate, almost hypnotizing iris.

A: (It's pretty.)
K: (Go away, go away, go away.)
Karen's eye dilated and darted. She was nervous.

Eventually, Amber moved on to explore. She took peeks around the room, she observed the other students... she even looked under the floor. A rather disgusting discovery made her stop. For just a second, she was thankful she was in Karen, away from that nastiness.
Wait, what? It was nasty in here, too! Well, a more tolerable kind of nasty.
She got to thinking about Karen's body. And how she could use her ability to see in the darkness to make some interesting discoveries. How interesting? She was ready to find out. She situated her focus on Karen's shoulder, and started to slip down her shirt.

K: (Wait, what's she doing? Don't do that!)
Then Amber realized the meaning behind her actions, as she was acting before she thought.

K: (Oh. She stopped. Phew...)
A: (Wait, what the fuck is wrong with me... She's pretty. That much is known. But she also ate me. I hate her for that. But she doesn't seem like a bad person, the more I get to know her. And now this... Is it really that bad in here? I don't have to work anymore, and now I get to see her.)
K: (Dude, that's stockholm syndrome! You're in over your head, so just calm down. Stop.)
A: (I'm sure if I act nice, too, she'll be nice back. Maybe she'll realize my feelings...? If I just state them now, she'll think I'm trying to get out. I mean, I do want to, but...)
K: (I already have, though. And I want to be nice to you. But I ate you, okay? You're my bitch.)
Amber dithered momentarily.

A: (Her skin's really soft...)
K: (Oh, stop it...)
She resumed what she had started, continuing to slide down.

K: (Oh. She's really gonna...? Ohhh. Oh, dear. Wait, stop...)
Karen shivered. She was starting to regret giving that reward out. If there was ever a case to make about undressing her with one's eyes, this would be it. But she was also excited. Why was this exciting? It's not like she was romantically interested in Amber... Was she?
A prying stare slipped down her shirt, between her breasts. Her silky smooth skin was revealed in detail, from neck to waist. The sweat-dampened cleavage. And finally, her skirt. It tightly hugged her body. Amber peeked out from beneath her shirt and steered between the legs.

K: (Don't look down there! Go away! GO AWAY!)
Panties. Purple and black, matching the black skirt. And the inviting blackness of the abyss called to her. She hesitantly ventured between Karen's immaculate thighs. Karen tried her best to remain perfectly still. She debated on whether or not she should reveal her knowledge on the subject.

K: (Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are you doing? That's my nono spot. Oh God, get away. What have I done? She'll think I'm weird if I stop her now! Stop!)
No use. Her secret was about to be uncovered. Amber just barely managed to wedge herself between the panties and...
Wait, where was she going?
Amber hadn't gone for the secret she predicted she would. She coasted across Karen's left buttcheek, admiring the panty design, until she reached Karen's buttcrack.

A: (Here it is... Soon I can see it.)
K: (Wait, what is she doing? What are you doing?! Did you go insane?! Is my digestive tract more interesting to you than my... Did I digest your brain?!)
A: (There's just enough space between the panties and... Woah. It's huge!)
Amber was ogling Karen's exit door from an intensely close angle. It was truly massive!

A: (So, this is where... Every last thing she swallows eventually gets dumped out of here.)
Karen bit her lip and clenched her fists. Her face had turned hot rod red. Some people saw how flustered she looked. She was not easily humiliated, but being probed like this in class proved nearly too much for her to bear.

K: (Yes, you dumb fuck! That's my BUTTHOLE! Get away from there NOW!)
A: (I can't see any hair. God, I wish I could smell it. Wonder if it really does smell like a cafe.)
K: (AAAGH!)
Karen's anus unexpectedly smushed outwards in frustration. Her body language was lost on her observer, smothering Amber's vision.

A: (Woah! Hello, there.~)
It quickly retracted, the intricate pattern buckling in on itself. But she caught a flash of color in the middle of the pucker.

K: (Fine, you saw it. You fucking retard! Are you satisfied yet?! You better be, or I swear...)
Amber had already embarked on a bizarre journey of perspective. She journeyed between Karen's plump right haunch and her skin-tight panties. The two surfaces splitting out from one another on the horizon made for an interesting perception. And finally, she arrived at Karen's groin. Her other most private place. And there, she saw...

A: (A clitoris. I'm staring right at her clitoris! And there isn't a hair in sight, it seems. It looks strange, though. Maybe a little bigger than normal?)
Ah, so she noticed. Karen gritted her teeth. She had made all the changes she did to her body hoping someone would see, but spent all her life afterwards praying for the opposite.

K: (Fuck off! Stop that!)
Further down, tracing the slit downwards. Karen's genetalia was receiving a thorough judging. The exterior appeared perfectly orderly in every way. Not a single hint of her innards peeked out. Her carefully-cultivated pussy looked somewhat like a dollar slot on a vending machine.

A: (Jesus, this thing could win an award. It's like a show dog or something. Wonder how it puts out...)
K: (I'll use it to put your life out.)
The flustered witch buried her face in her hands.

K: (Jesus, why am I getting so wound up about this? This is my body, dammit! I was planning on using it as a weapon against her! But instead, I wound up... So weak... Get the fuck out of my panties already... Dammit!)
Tears welled up as her inner voice wavered.

A: (Let's look inside.)
Karen's eyes shot as wide open as they could.

K: (No... She's gonna penetrate me with her eyes?! No! Nooooo!)
Suspensefully, she wormed her way beyond Karen's squishy outer labia.

A: (Woah... What is this?)
To a black-and-white perspective, it'd look like the inside of any other vagina. But this color... This color was exotic. Amber struggled to liken it to something.

A: (It's like... The inside of a pale pink rose. With darker tips. Or a snake's mouth! I can see lots of shades of violet-tinted pinks. It's like a cave made of agate. Gentle. Violet, milky. Squishy, soaking agate. Wait... Soaking? ... It really is fucking soaking in here.)
Karen's embarassment was beyond human expression. It was like she had been stripped naked in front of the Earth and forced to dance. Screams rebounded through every recess of her mind.
Amber looked around in what little space she could. She was fairly certain that it wasn't supposed to be this wet. The alien walls quivered suspensefully. She decided to disengage. She found herself completely submerged in cupcake paste, but fine. Her concerns grew when she heard the sound of grinding teeth above.
She tried talking via telepathy.

A: ("Uh... Karen?")
K: ("You... Fucking jerk... Impudent...")
A: ("Uh... You knew?!")
K: ("I never gave you permission... TO EXPLORE MY...  MY... AAAAAUGH!")
A: ("Wait, I can explain!")
The connection went dead.



Punishment, punishment, punishment. That was all little Amber's day was going to be from now on.
Wait, no... She couldn't hand out punishment for that. Not her little Amber. She was just naturally curious. But she couldn't just let her off the hook, could she? Could she?
The day had been struggled through at long last, and Karen now lay solemnly on her couch. Amber, too, sulked in Karen's now empty stomach. She blew it.
Karen thought. If she was feeling like shit, she really did care about Amber. And it was clear that Amber cared about her. They both must be feeling like shit.

K: "Hey."
A: ("...")
K: "Are you feeling weak now? I am."
A: ("... Yeah.")
K: "I'm sorry for reading your thoughts."
A: ("No, I'm sorry for abusing my privileges.")
K: "It's fine. I wasn't thinking straight when I got that mad."
A: ("I thought that you couldn't tell what I was doing. It was kinda evident when you jumped, but you're a really good actor. You explained it away like a pro.")
K: "... Well, I did augment my body to make it as... Ravishing as possible, I suppose. Enhanced certain physical attributes, changed others..."
A: ("I'm sorry I took advantage of you, though. Can I stress that enough?")
K: "Amber."
A: ("Erk. Yes?")
K: "When I trapped you inside of me, it was because I expected you to hate me forever. And I expected to use and taunt you forever. I never opened myself up to the possibility that we might actually start getting along. So I'm not sure what to do now."
Amber hung on to her words.

K: "I thought that any pleasantries exchanged between us would be for show. I thought I'd make you too afraid of being punished to ever defy me. So I got really engrossed with the possibility of you actually liking me when I found out. I only read your mind when I talked about or did nasty things, but I got the message eventually. And it sucked me in."
A: ("...")
K: "I was planning on killing you eventually. Out of pity, out of anger, out of lust... I believed it was an eventuality. And I wrote up so many curses. Inventive. Painful. I thought I'd have to use them without a doubt. I'm terrible, wanting to hate you like that. I prayed I could hate you."
A: ("...")
K: "I need to know... Do you like me at all? Like... That? Am I even likeable? You must hate me..."
A: ("... I don't know.")
K: "I see. Alright. I'm heading to bed early, I think. Maybe we can think about that stuff tonight..."
A: ("Okay.")

Karen retired to her bedchambers. Everything was off, and she didn't bother turning anything on. She stripped down naked and languidly waltzed over to the right side of her bed. She gave the large, decorated urn in the far right corner of the room a pat and a kiss before heading over to the left, where she slept.
Amber saw how she approached it. Karen forgot to disable her spell. A terrible misfortune she was entirely ignorant of, and Amber was aware of this fact. The fact that her continued vision was a mistake. Well, it'd be properly explored later. For now, Amber focused on the woman in the room. The naked woman. Karen settled into her sheets, her silky blonde hair spilling across her shoulders and pillow. She figured she might as well wish Amber as good of a good night as she could.

K: "Amber. I'm sorry I tried so hard to hate you."
A: ("Thanks.")
K: "I can't apologize for eating you, though. Because as much as I regret antagonizing such a sweet girl, well... I like to eat sweets. Ha. ...It's in my nature. And it helped me get to know you."
Her face looked somber as she tried to make light of the situation. Amber took note. She couldn't be nearly as reticent after seeing that.

A: ("Ah. Well, you know, I've gotten to know you, too.")
K: "It's embarassing that you actually know all the terrible things about me now that... I think better of you."
A: ("You mean now that we're friends?")
K: "Ah... Yeah. We're friends...?"
A: ("Do you disagree?")
K: "Ah, no. Well, maybe. I just haven't been a very good friend to you."
A: ("Eh. I'm kind of over it.")
Amber stared at Karen's suddenly nervous face. She was curiously expressive, for telepathically communicating to someone. It slowly melted into a hesitant smile.

K: "I see. Haha. Friends..."
A: "See?"

Her smile grew warmer. Beautiful.
K: "Thanks for taking mercy on me. I'm a sinner..."
A: ("Not a problem. Just sleep well, okay? Don't let guilt keep you up or anything.")
K: "Please. Guilty over you?"
A: ("Wow.")
K: "I'm kidding, I'm really hung up about it!"
A: ("Don't be. Over... THAT, maybe. But otherwise...")
K: "I'm already regretting it."
The two shared a bittersweet chuckle.

K: "Thank you so much. For trying to relate to me. Good night."
A: ("Night.")
Karen took one last look at the urn in the corner and closed her eyes.

That hefty, decorated pot contained her darkest secret; the chilling evidence of her appetite.
Karen held human life in a special value. A perverted pedestalization, perhaps? Victims were better than regular food, she thought. It was precisely because she enjoyed them that she had to hoard them. Consume them. Destroy them.
The last traces of the people she ate but didn't absorb had to go somewhere, if not her body. She couldn't help that much. But if she were to ritualize her self-indulgent consumption of people, why not start with style from the get-go?
Yes. It was, in fact, a burial urn. Everyone the wicked woman devoured was eventually pressed into a bony turd, which was later deposited in her "bedchamber pot" as she took a seat on top. She'd sit and strain, the vessel hollowly echoing her pleasurable farting less as it filled up. Then she'd extrude her prey's last earthly remains from her body, the fresh excrement disgracefully plopping and assimilating into a sea of its make.
She had crafted it very carefully over the course of one week, making sure the volume was sufficient. She had cut things a little too close, though, and things were nearly full to bursting. The catacombs were nearly filled, containing the bones of 99 miniature humans suspended in Karen shit. Almost all of which used to be human flesh. The rest was things she ate while they were inside to torment them. The contents were tightly packed down, with enough moisture left over in Karen's earthy mess to bond everything into one large entity. Her 99 meals had become united, in a manner of speaking. They had all been "cremated" by Karen's furnace-like body and been lost in the same container, never to see the light of day again.
Her first victim, one of her high school exes, was lost at the very bottom, buried beneath 98 further sins. A man who likely deserved his fate given the circumstances. She choked him down and pushed him out onto a table with a satisfied grin, having never felt as prima donna as she did then. Such power, such gratification! Especially at her entrance and exit, where she felt it most. It would be believable that she had sported that selfsame grin the 98 following times she buried her evil deeds inside. She never bothered keeping track of such a thing. She did find it funny that her meals started smelling nicer the further up they got, though. The coffee smell only came into play around victim 40.

But the unidentified mass grave wasn't on Amber's mind right now. she was trying to puzzle out her true feelings for Karen. The girl that enticed her. The girl that ate her. The girl that had planned to kill her. Amber manifested her vision and watched Karen, blissfully settled into her bed. And she watched her body.
Her body! The murder weapon she had planned on killing her with...! She stared at Karen's smooth, silky skin as she lie unconscious. The rise and fall of her chest. The rare, gentle twitch as she slept. Her tasteful hip curves, lost beneath the sheets. And her hot mouth, the last gateway to a deadly new world. Her breath was always mysteriously inviting, although it couldn't be smelled right now. She tried sliding down the mouth into the throat a few times. And before she knew it, she must have wasted an hour poring over every nook and cranny. She snapped to and took a look around the room.
Her computer and merch setup was really impressive. She had never heard of most of the shows and characters she had set up around this part of the room, but maybe they were good? Maybe she could watch then with her sometime.
And the bookshelf directly in front of the bed held an impressive assortment. Neatly arranged books and novels occupied most of the shelves, making up a respectable collection. And at the top shelves... Manga issues. Neatly yet... somehow crudely piled, it was an impressive collection of what appeared to be a wide variety of series. There were many more still in some boxes atop the bookcase. None of them looked translated. Right. The polyglot potion.
Her bed was... Really sensual. The kind you'd expect to find a queen in. Karen did indeed have the figure of one, but she was more like an ogre queen in spirit. And then she diverted her attention to the glittering, oversized jar in the corner. The rim was carelessly stained with lipstick in a couple spots. What did it contain? She looked beneath the lid.

Oh God. Oh.
That's right. She was in love with a killer. Wasn't she? She must be, if she was still prepared to possibly accept... This, even now.
Karen was already known for this sort of thing... But this was still a particularly grisly piece of evidence. And she noticed the small space at the top, too. Was she supposed to wind up there? It'd be perfectly filled if she pooped even a little more poop inside...
Yes, there was enough room for one more. And yes, that was supposed to be Amber's spot. The place where she would go after having served her purpose as a human to her master, and would be transformed into waste same as those before her. The final piece in the puzzle that chronicled an extensive murder spree.
And then she would start a new one?
She stared at Karen's face for a few minutes, and silently passed judgment.



*prrpt~*
Karen's rump rumbled conspicuously, and her eyes slowly opened. She was unaware that her emission was what woke her up, the gust of heat behind her thighs had already dissipated. So she chalked it up to forces that be.
A: ("Hello.")
K: "Oh, hey."
A: ("Glad to see you slept well.")
K: "How can you tell?"
A: ("Because I slept well.")
K: "Oh. Do I toss and turn that much?"
A: ("Not really. I'm trying to be sweet, okay?")
K: "Oh."
Karen loafed around in her bed for a while as she inconspicuously pored over Amber's dreams, entrenched in the warmth. Amber hydrated herself with some of the spit that Karen thoughtlessly swallowed throughout her day.

A: ("You're not getting up yet?")
K: "Reeeeh."
A: ("Is it that comfy?")
K: "Yeeees."
She poutily smushed her cheek into her pillow.

Amber slowly combed over her generously swaddled body. Her arms were tucked in close to her, her form striking a shy yet inviting posture. She could almost picture Karen saying "If you want to..."
Her candid camerawork suddenly reminded her: There was something she needed to confess.

A: ("Listen, Karen, I... I've-")
*HAH-CHHH!*
The sound and heave boomed through her body, enough to disrupt a disciplined monk.

K: "Fuckin... Sorry about that."
A: ("It's fine.")
Dammit indeed. She was already having second thoughts about what she wanted to confess.

K: "So, what were you saying?"
A: ("Oh. I, uh... I forgot.")
K: "Really? It sounded kind of important."
A: ("Oh. It did?")
Karen's eyes narrowed, her lips snidely curled.

K: "Yes. It also sounds like you were about to say it, but instead of forgetting it, the sneeze simply made you rethink your choice to tell me."
A: ("Um...")
Her face smugly lit up, celebrating her interrogation.

K: "I've seen this kind of trope often enough. Tell me. Ah can keep a theecrit."
A: ("Right. Uh... I've made up my mind. About you.")
K: "Oh? Well..."
Karen bashfully paused, unsure of what to say next.

A: ("You forgot to take away my sight yesterday.")
K: "Eh. It's no big deal... Aaamhh...~"
She playfully stretched in bed, then froze. A freshly found despair surged from her mind and the pit of her chest to her now horrified visage.

K: "Uh... So what did you see?" (Wait, shit! Stupid question! She knows I have something to hide now!)
A: ("I saw something distressing.")
K: "Oh, God..." (Fuuuuck! FUCK! She must hate me now! FUCK!)
Amber continued to watch her myriad expressions shift. Her eyes and teeth were those of someone who had just found a knife in their sternum.

A: ("But you know, life's full of distressing things. I've kind of gotten used to it.")
Her hurried breathing expressed her panic as it hissed throughout her body. Amber sarcastically tried to calm her down, making light of the situation.

A: ("Hey, relax. You're acting like one of those movie killers. You know, when the detective busts them?")
K: "That is... Exactly what is going on here... You..."
A: ("Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to- I was just trying to calm you down! Please, calm down!")
Karen's fingernails cut into her pillow.

A: ("...")
K: "hhh... hhh... hhh..."
A: ("You know, I saw something beautiful last night, too.")
K: "..."
A: ("When we were talking. And you smiled, just before saying good night.")
K: "Uuuuuuh...? hhh... hhh..."
A: ("Can you smile for me again?")
K: "Augh..."
A: ("Please?")
Karen emitted a sort of choked noise. Her breathing momentarily steadied before she gave a smile. A twisted one, like she was being forced to with a gun at her head.

K: "Agh, it's no good! Not good!"
A: ("Look, I just want you to be happy. I don't care about that sort of thing. I actually think it's kinda neat now that I've had some time.")
K: "Neat?! You...? Wait, you've been looking at me all this time, haven't you?!"
A: ("That's not what I meant, but yes.")
Her voice cracked in distress and embarassment, and she buried her face into her pillow. She wasn't willing to entertain the idea that keeping such a novelty item in the first place, let alone in front of her sweet Amber, was a forgivable offense. Not when Amber was concerned.

A: ("I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Look, don't worry! I don't think you're a monster!")
K: "But... But I am. I'm a monster who... Eats people."
A: ("If that's what's wrong with you, there must be something equally wrong with me for liking you despite that. So hate me instead.")
K: "What kinda bullshit is that...? You've done nothing wrong. And if you have, you... Get a pass for it. Have you seen where you are?"
A: ("I'm sorry. Just... Look. You had all the time in the world to hate yourself. And you pick now of all times because I'm here, right?")
K: "..."
A: ("But I don't mind. I still consider you a friend. A dear friend. We ARE very close, haha. Even if we haven't known eachother for so long. And even though you ate me.")
K: "..."
A: ("So if I'm accepting of it, there's no reason to be upset. I know it was something you wanted to keep hidden from me, a side you didn't want me to see. Anymore? You probably would have told me about it eventually if you still hated me.")
K: "..."
A: ("So as far as I'm concerned, it's just a hobby you enjoy. You don't have to be ashamed.")
K: "... I..."
Her voice was weak, her pillow just barely tear-drizzled.

K: "Why..."
A: ("Because I care about you.")
K: "Why would you...?"
A: ("I don't know.")
K: (Fuck... Why do I care so much about this...?) "So are you saying I should just forget you ever saw that and go about my day?"
A: ("Yes. Just stop worrying, okay?")
K: "I... You really mean it...?"
A: ("Yeah. I want to see you get better. Just be happy.")
K: "... Okay."

Nary a word was exchanged between the two girls as Karen went about her business, eventually doing her business. Amber sat awkwardly as Karen passed the last of the food she ate yesterday.
K: *Pllp. sssssssssss... Pft... crrkl... sh-Plomk!* "Huhh."
A: (Damn... It's not easy approaching her. She's usually in the mood to approach me.)
*flush*

She joylessly sat down and began to eat a slice of peach pie, portraying none of her usual gluttonous showboating.

A: (Alright. This could be my chance.) ("You ever have ice cream with pie before? It's pretty good, usually.")
K: "Usually."
A: ("Why not now?")
K: "I just don't want to, I guess."
A: ("Come on, why not treat yourself?")
K: "Because..."
Karen slumped into her chair. She took a few more bites of pie before she spoke again, the creamy mash piling up in front of Amber.

K: "Look. I really appreciate what you're trying to do for me. But no matter how much you try to support me, I just... Don't feel like I deserve a lot of the things I usually enjoy. I'm going to bear my guilt for today."
A: ("I see. Well, I'll be here if you need anything.")
K: "I'm sorry if you want to talk, too. Just not in the mood." (It's probably lonely in me without someone to talk to.)

Karen appeared in school and took her seat in the middle of class. Amber hadn't given up on Karen just yet, and had formulated an extreme plan to win her day back for her. Formulated, or masterminded? Only one way to find out. First, she'd take advantage of her guilt, if it was severe enough.

A: ("Hey. Can I ask you a favor?")
K: ("Sure.")
A: ("You know Warren, right?")
K: ("Yeah? I'm looking at him now.")
A: ("I want you to do me a favor concerning him.")
K: ("Okay. What is it?")
A: ("I want you to eat him.")
K: ("... Beg pardon?")
A: ("Well, it's... Very lonely down here. There's no real human contact aside from you.")
K: ("Oh. Yeah, I guess so. It's lonely just with me?")
A: ("Well...")
K: ("That question wasn't designed to guilt trip you, dude, just say so.")
Amber clenched her fists. How could she guilt trip when Karen wasn't?

A: ("Would you mind?")
K: ("Might be a bit of a tight fit. ... Oh yeah. I could just shrink him further afterwards.")
A: ("Oh, thank you. I really appreciate it.")
Karen felt uneasy. She questioned herself throughout the day.

K: (God dammit. Jealousy? I know I don't deserve her. But I don't just want to let Warren have her. It's like I'm locking them both in a closet. God, do I even have the choice to say no to her? I've been so terrible to her. And Warren... Maybe this is for the best.)
She cast another glance at Warren.

K: (Fucking hell, I hate that kid.)
She grit her teeth and looked at her hands.

K: (Do I really feel that way about her? I can't even perfectly remember what she looks like... Shit. I deserve this.)
She used the same spell she granted Karen to get a view inside of her belly.

K: (Too dark... There we go. She looks so pitiful... Just sitting there, naked. There's nothing to do in there. She's all wet...)
Karen licked her lips. Her stomach growled, causing Amber to perk up. The result of her light meal this morning.

K: (Ah, dammit! Seeing her like that just makes me want to eat her again! Stupid! Stupid! ... Do I really feel that way about her? THAT way? The jealousy... And I care so much about what she thinks of me. What parts of me she sees. Both physical and mental. I've never truly been ashamed of all my otaku merch until I met her. Shit, I'm surprised I never caught on until now.)
Karen gathered some information about Warren from a sparse few of her many friends, and she never asked any of them more than one question so as not arouse suspicion. Another disappearance was about to happen. Finally, she caught him for herself after the day was over. Warren had the manners of a jackass, even though he looked the part of a football star. His skin was a toasted white, his strong chin and short black hair exuding authority.

K: "Hey, there. Warren, is it?"
W: "Hey, that's my name. What's up?"
K: "I've heard things."
W: "Things, huh?"
He smiled.

W: "Whatcha heard?"
K: "Well, I heard you gave Carla quite a bang on the head."
W: "Hmmm. Yeah, that was a good mistake. Bitch wouldn't stop talking, you know?"
K: "Yeah. I know she's my friend, but I relate. If I hear the word "Twilight" out of her mouth one more time, I'll... Uh... Huh. I haven't thought that far."
It's not like she could say "Consume her wholly" in front of Warden.

W: "Hahaha. It's gonna happen, girl. You best think of something quick."
K: "Yeah..."
W: "We can find a place for you to disappear, so you don't have to see her."
K: "Huh. That's what I was thinking. Oh, but I want to get this over with. So let's puzzle out a hiding spot soon, okay?"
W: "Aight, I gotcha. How about I show you now?"
Karen giggled excitedly.

K: "The impatience of youth, hm?"
W: "Hey, you're pretty smart. You read a lot or something?"
K: "Ah, in my spare time. It's not all it's cracked up to be, but it's changed how I talk." (Fuck. I wish I was hitting on Amber right now. Not all it's cracked up to be... Feh.)

Finally, Karen and Warren were alone. Her belly gave a greedy growl in anticipation. Guess some things don't change...

K: "I hope you don't mind if I ask you to strip first?"
W: "Uhh..."
K: "Ah, sorry. Silly thing to ask. I'll do it for you."
She seductively inched up to Warren and pushed him on the bed.

W: "Ooh."
Her fingernails grazed his skin as she took off his top. She gave a fake chuckle, and thought about leaning in for a kiss. If Amber wanted this guy's dick so much, she might as well steal him away now, right?
No. She ducked down and began to undo his pants.

K: "I'm certain this isn't what you're used to, but would you mind leaving things to me for now?"
W: "No, you're good..."
She bent down, stripping him as non-industriously as possible so as not to arouse his suspicion. He began running his fingers through her hair, so she farted.
*Bbpt!*

W: "Aw, fuck!"
K: "Oh, sorry. It's a medical thing. Sorry! That's actually why I can't really get a boyfriend... It's a cruel hand I've been dealt."
W: "Oh..."
Warren's pants and underwear flew off. Finally, she had him where she wanted him. It was hard to peel a tiny who didn't want to do it himself without hurting him.
Karen invoked the shrinking spell, and Warren started to panic as he was reduced to something less than a threat.

W: "Wait, what the fuck?!"
K: "Hahahaha. You idiot! You think any woman aside from a braindead slut would fall for you?"
W: "What the fuck are you on about? What the shit?!"
Karen picked up her quarry with hungry eyes. His quiet screaming fell flat on the walls. It excited her.

K: "Heheheheh. Don't worry. You won't die. Although I AM quite famished..."
She licked her lips with antagonistic delight. Warren's jaws clamped with enough force to cut cable.

K: "There's someone who wants to see you. She was very adamant. I think she likes you, as a matter of fact."
Amber sighed inside the hungry beast's gut.

K: "But here's the thing, see... She's inside of me."
W: "Are you shitting me? You said you weren't going to eat me!"
K: "WRONG. I said you weren't going to die."
She flicked Warren's head, her breath hissing across his shoulders and face in a grated tone. There was no Amber anymore, there was no Warren. There was none of the love triangle drama happening inside of her stomach right now. It was just Karen, the thrill of predation, and the emotion of rage. It wasn't much of a hunt anymore.

W: "BUT YOU'RE GONNA EAT ME!"
K: "So? Who says that'd kill you? I shrunk you, dumbfuck. Don't you think I'd have some way of keeping you from dying, too? So relax, you'll just be trapped forever."
W: "You... You gotta be shittin' me..."
K: "Hey, baby, it's not that bad. There's no rent, no work, and the heating works a charm."
W: "You gotta be shittin' me!"
K: "Well, I might REALLY be shitting you later if you make yourself a nuisance, bones and all. Although you should consider it an honor to wind up inside my ass, if only by technicality. You want that?"
Warren was both terrified and speechless.

K: "Now that's an attitude that suits you. Now, be good and let me... Devour you..."
Her words took on a breathy, sensual tone as she shoveled her 101st morsel inside from the front, action figure sized like usual. A challenge for anyone but her.

K: "Aahhhh..."
W: "AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
She pushed him against her wet lips, the soft skin completely enveloping his upper-half torso and preventing him from talking. He struggled and punched into her pillowy smoocher, his force was being soaked up perfectly.
She let him struggle before expelling air from her lips, sputtering them like a horse. His senses were overwhelmed as her dainty kisser clapped and blew all over his head.
*Ppppuh.*

K: "So, how do you like it? Anything can be used as a weapon against you. Even at this size."
She brought him around to her fat, weighty bottom and let some of her weight upon him.

W: "...?! !!! !?!"
K: "It'll always be warm and squishy like this from now on, okay?"
*Brt!*
A strangely wonderful smell overwhelmed Warren as he breathed in a cute-sized cocoa toot. It didn't really calm him down.
Amber was watching the spectacle unfold before her like she was testing out a new Christmas toy. Karen, beautiful Karen, was in full swing. Her predator mood. Her every move served to further antagonize her prey, satisfying her as her overwhelming might and bodily functions/sensations completely conquered her target. Part of Karen pitied herself for the future the three of them would spend together when she ingested him. That same part of her wanted to take her sweet time with Warren, bullying him with her body while he cried for mercy.
She stuck him between her toes, smushed him beneath her hands and feet... She even stuck him up her nose out of spite.

K: (Huh. Trying a lot of new things this time... First time I whored myself to catch someone, first time I've had two at once... First time I stuck someone up my nose. Funny.)
Karen had enough now. Warren had enough from the get-go.

K: "Okay, for real this time. Aaahhhhh...~"
Warren was too tired to struggle this time. Not like he didn't have a fresh curse of paralysis on him.
She popped him in her mouth and let him rest for just a moment. A weak chuckle escaped from the abyss looming in front of him, so as not to disturb him. Then, she whirled him around. whirled him with force far beyond what Amber experienced firsthand. Like a washing machine. Karen must be personally pissed off about this. As for Amber, she already knew her plan had worked if things reached this stage. And the fact that Karen would go so far for her sake...
Well, she wasn't a fan of this aggressive approach anyways. She preferred her more tender, playful approach to eating. She hoped she'd see more of that in the future.
Karen wordlessly swallowed, almost as if trying to push the fact that she was sending a competitor down to Amber out of her mind.
*GLUUP*
Amber waited quietly in Karen's expanded yet airless stomach, ready to spring. Technical difficulties. Karen's swallow was a bit too hasty.
*Glkh... Ukh... glp. Cough, cough...*
Warren made a landing in her stomach, the sphincter distending as his body fell through. He took up most of the room inside, not having been shrunk yet.

A: ("Karen! Well done!")
K: "Yeah, yeah. Lemme just shrink him, here..."
A: ("No, don't do that. Don't uncurse him, either.")
K: "Why not? He- ... Dude? You got some unresolved giant issues?"
A: ("No, and even if I did, you're one to talk.")
Warren was quietly asphyxiating as the two talked.

K: "Heh. So...?"
A: ("I don't really like Warren. I never wanted him for company. The reason I had you eat him is because...")
K: "... Huh?"
A: ("I love you.")
K: "... Uh...?!"
A: ("I could spend my life with Warren down here, assuming I had no interference. I could've gotten you to eat anyone else for the same effect, too, probably.")
Amber had turned her gaze to Karen, who was now acting shy and fussy despite her cruel torture of Warren prior. She gawked idly in the room.

K: "What are you getting at...? You wanted me to eat him, but... EAT eat him?"
A: ("Yes. I couldn't bear to see you looking so down. You didn't want to help yourself, but I still wanted to help you.")
K: "You wanted to make me... Amber...?"
She blinked rapidly, grimacing in confusion.

A: ("I want you to know that I accept you for who you are, and I love you. So please don't feel bad anymore. Just embrace who you are!")
K: "I just... What...?"
Amber could hear her voice and heartbeat aflutter as Karen shyly pawed at her face. It seemed that the intimate heat of Karen's insides had baked her heart and head through and through.

A: ("All this time, I've felt this way for you. But I never thought you'd take it seriously, because you'd just assume I wanted to win my way out by winning your favor. So I thought this would be the best way to let you know how I feel.")
K: "Uhh... Haah... Huh..."
Karen slowly bent down, as if the Earth's gravity was set to reclaim her.

K: "This is weird..."
*bmmp*
She quietly burped, almost automatically out of both grossness and shyness, then turned her head to Amber's mind for answers. It was a crutch she scorned herself for.

A: ("I know. But...") (Come on, work. Please, work. You can't be overwhelmed! Please trust me. I know it's weird. I know it's unbelievable. But I love you! Please, get better! Let's mulch this fucker! Turn him into shit!)
K: "No, it's okay. I feel weird about you too."
A: ("Ah?!")
K: "It doesn't really take a rocket scientist to figure out that I get embarassed and guilty when I'm around you because I want to make a good impression on you. But I knew for certain that it was more than that when I felt jealous about you wanting me to nom on Warren for you."
A: ("Karen...")
K: "I... I love you too, pet... Amber."
A: ("Warren looks like he's about to pass out. If you want to get any last words in, now's your chance. You can be as smug and... Self-important as you like. Vulgar, even!")
K: "Self-aggrandizing. And thanks. Can I talk smack about you?"
A: ("I'm not sure what you mean, but sure!")
K: "Thank you. It'll be my pleasure to deliver him to his grave for you."
Karen dropped her romantic pretense, stood up, and let her words rattle down below.

K: "Hey, kid. I thought you were here to steal my Amber from me. You know, the tiny girl crammed in there with you. You know... I was convinced she liked you more than me. But as it turns out, the only reason she invited you into my body was because she's a little pervert that wants to see me turn you into pooooop.~"
A: (Oh. Hahaha.)
K: "So the time's come for you to digest. I'll play the gracious host and let you pass out so you don't feel any pain, but just between us three... You're the 100th person to die inside of me. You win no prize. Oh, you're also the second most useful person I've ever eaten. Right behind Amber, right ahead of the woman whose house I'm living in."
Warren's eyes rolled back, and Karen's voice began to muffle further. He could just barely make out her words before losing consciousness.

K: "You really were useful. Thanks for bringing my sweet, tasty Amber and I closer together. I mean it. It feels a waste to turn you into my waste, almost... Oh, and thanks for filling me up for today!"
*Blurp!*
Warren passed out.

K: "Time to say goodbye, Amber. You want a bite before I send him off?
A: ("Hahahaha, no!~")
K: "Suit yourself. Ahahaha."
The fleshy prison flooded with acids, melting his body and leaving nothing but bones at speeds too quick to process. Amber was briefly bathed in the soup before it all flooded out of her stomach, bones and all. Amber was completely clean.

K: "Mmh. That was a good meal. I'm gonna fast for a little while to isolate him, but later... Later we'll go get ice cream."
A: ("That sounds wonderful. Say, can you rub your stomach for a while? I want to do it myself, but... Well, you'll have to settle.")
K: "Of course... Jesus, I feel mentally ill from all that. But oddly satisfied, too..."
A: ("If you're mentally ill, then what does that make me for loving you so much? Because I... I really do love you.")
K: "... I love you too, pet..."
Amber could've sworn she nearly heard a contented purr rumble from above.



The long-time united but newly bonded couple returned home. Amber was already feeling content and satisfied, being in a place cozy enough to call home wherever she went. Karen was just now settling down on her bed, with Amber abruptly tumbling as she flopped onto the mattress. Her head was full of strange thoughts, her stomach was full of butterflies, and her plumbing was mostly full of peach pie and Warren. Not much else, since she didn't eat last night. Amber was starting to fill it herself as she voided her body of whatever Karen and her ate.
K: "I'm sorry I got so down on you. It was probably lonely for most of the day."
A: ("It's fine, it's fine. I'm sorry I deceived you.")
K: "Nah, it was for the best. And it's not like I put you in any other position."
A: ("Well, you never gave me permission, either.")
K: "And I'm sorry for reading your mind again. I didn't know what to do."
A: ("It's fine. I'd probably do the same if I were in your shoes.")
K: "If you were in my shoes you would have let me out ages ago."
A: ("Well, yeah.")
K: "I guess I read your mind because I'm afraid to mess up with you now."
A: ("Don't worry about it. I was just as afraid to mess up with you by tricking you.")
Stomach walls abruptly tensed around Amber.

A: "Wh-mph!"
She felt hot, sticky material pulsating around her as she was conveyed by pressure down a hall.
*Brahp!*
Spittle flew out of Karen's mouth as she regurgitated Amber with a percussive belch, the small girl tumbling into her mouth. She grew larger. Then the mouth tightened around her body.
*Suck, suck, suck...*
Karen used her tongue to caress any excess stomach wall slime off of Amber, her form fitting snugly as Karen French kissed her body. Anything that continued to coat her skin was undoubtedly Karen's saliva as she swallowed the tongue bath's water. The sound echoed from the back of her mouth as the cushioning within shifted.
*glp*
She opened her mouth, allowing Amber to soggily tumble out of the right of her maw as she lay on her side. She landed on a pillowcase that Karen enveloped her in, dabbing her body and hair dry.

K: "There. You okay?"
Amber uneasily wobbled upright, like a newborn calf.

A: "Uhhhh... Why...?"
Karen picked up Amber and placed her in her palm. She rested comfortably in the cupped hand, her head leaned back above Karen's fingertip with her feet tucked into her thighs. Ordinarily, they'd be long enough to reach slightly past the wrist. Karen's preferred swallowing size, and quite a formidable challenge.
She was held a distance away from Karen, so she could see her face from a somewhat normal perspective. It still looked kind of concave. Her eyes infrequently switched between looking at Amber and looking down in shame. Exhalation overlapped her words as she gently spoke.

K: "Just rest a bit."
A: "Okay..."
K: "I'd make you bigger, but I'd have to head back upstairs and check the journal."
A: "Why'd you spit me back up?"
K: "Because I... Didn't want to keep you prisoner anymore."
A: "Well, it was fine, I think. But thanks."
K: "Yeah. It's the least I can do..."
Karen's face dejectedly sunk into the pillow. She tried to regain composure.

A: "Jesus, it's freezing out here!"
K: "Oh, sorry! Uh..."
Karen awkwardly brought Amber closer and cupped a hand over her, sealing her in her warmth. Her voice gently intruded from outside.

K: "Is that better?"
A: "Now it's chafing."
She had gotten used to the oppressive aura of Karen surrounding her, so she didn't actually mind.

K: "Sorry, sorry..."
Amber used her special vision to spy on Karen from her inferior perspective. Her face looked like she had just scared a kitten off.

A: "It's okay. Hey, maybe if you breathed on me?"
K: "Oh... Okay..."
Karen moved her hand close to her face. Amber stood with her feet starting at the right corner of Karen's mouth, her shoulders at the left. She curled up and laid on her side, putting her perspective dead center of Karen's lips. They very slowly pushed out as her breath built up behind them, splitting open as sweetly-scented air wafted forth. Amber could smell it, even though she didn't breathe anymore. She liked that scent.
*puuuh...*

K: "Like this...?"
She spoke with a gentle murmur, her every word steaming up Amber in a slightly different way as her speech trailed off. Light shone in from the window and ceiling, illuminating the spit strands in her mouth. They flashed in the dark as she cooed to Amber.

A: "Yes, that's better."
K: "Ya know... You got some nerve... I let you out of my body... But you still want to use my heat..."
Amber giggled.

K: "And putting yourself so close to my mouth, too... It's almost like... You want me to... Eat you again..."
Her mouth opened, illuminating its reflective, cavernous reaches.
*Haaaaahhhhh...*
Amber was completely bathed in moisture.

A: "Hahaha. Well, I like the way it smells."
K: "Is that so...?"
*Gulp, GRulp, gOlp.*

K: "Would you say it's..." *gLLp.* "... Inviting?"
A: "Yeah. I could describe it as that."
K: "Ah... I see..."
Karen grinned, flashing her teeth as she gave a sensual giggle. Then her white gates opened once more, a mere partial.
*Breeerrrrgghh...*
Her lengthy eructation massaged her throat as it escaped with a bassy rumble, and Amber felt it. An overwhelmingly honeyed aroma invaded her very conscious.

A: "Damn... How'd you do it like that?"
K: "Practice, my dear..."
She craned her head forward and kissed her palm, licking and kissing her lover as she soaked her with bodily fluids once more. Her kissing sounds were sharply pronounced as her smooches enveloped Amber's upper body in moist, pillowy heaven.
*CHK. CHK. CHU. Ssslrp... MWUH.~ lck, lck, lck. CHU.* "Mmm..." *Kisssssss... SMAK.*
It continued longer, and longer still.
*SMEK. CHK. MmmWUHhh. Licklicklick...* "love you." *CHK, CHU, CHK. SsssMEK. slp, slp, MWUH.* "tasty amber..." *Smooch!*

A: "Haah... Haah... Haaaah... Hahahaha... That was an attack...~"
K: "Kissy attack." *Kiss* "Never done that before... That's another new thing we've experienced together."
Her huge emerald eyes stared down. A brief grin. She put Amber up to her lips and sputtered them. Then, something new. She held her love victim partway in her mouth and pounded her lips together like a feather-soft guillotine, her teeth giving it barely tangible structural support.
*Ppppuh... Ppppuh... po-po-po-po-po-po-po. po-po-po-po-po-po.*

K: "That enough warmth for you?"
A: "Ahhhh... Could do with a little bit more. I think it's already leaving."
Karen smiled, and her stomach growled noisily. Amber blushed.

K: "Oops, sorry about that... Haven't really had a filling meal lately."
Karen spat in her hand. Amber's spell kept it out of her head, and Karen very swiftly licked it all up into her mouth.

K: "You really don't get it..." *Swish, swish, swsh... Swlp-spltch.* "I'm fucking starving... And I'm trying to do a nice thing for you here..." *Swwh swwh thump. Swwh swwh slslsl, click.* "And here you are, wanting to get all up in my mouth again... If you want me to swallow you again, you should just say so, huuuh...?!" *suckle suckle*
A: "Ach! Later! Later!"
Karen stopped pressing Amber against the roof of her mouth.

K: "Later? You really want back in...?"
A: "Well, yeah. It's... Pretty nice in there."
K: "Oh...~"
The mouth she occupied broke into a smile from the heart.

A: "But I wanted to try some stuff with you first."
K: "Oh? Just name it! I'd like to try things with you too! Oh... Sorry... Did I hurt your ears...?"
A: "Nah, it's fine. You rebalanced my hearing, remember?"
K: "Oh. So I was whispering all this time for nothing."
A: "Well, it made me feel special. But you know what'd make me really feel special?"
She relayed her plot to Karen, and she began to shrink.

K: "Let's do it, then... And let me change first."



A: "Aaaaaah!"
She fell out of Karen's mouth as she pulled her shirt out. Her cleavage! She was plunging straight down towards her cleavage!
*Spuff!*
She landed just near the split, on Karen's magnanimous mammary. Her left one. It was so soft! Every bit as heavenly as she thought it would be! They used to intimidate her so much, but they just gave her more incentive to approach Karen at this point!
Karen gave her a tiny push, her massive fingernail sweeping her in between her boobs. She slid down, but not very far. They were so tightly packed in her shirt and bra that the friction kept her from sliding down. A hearty jiggle eased her further down, dead center between the two.

K: "How is it down there? Is it soft and dark? Can you hear my heartbeat, pet? Can you feel it pounding fast for you through all the bosom?"
Somewhat. It was a little muffled thanks to the spell and size, but she could definitely hear it. It was at an upbeat pace.

K: "It's because you make me feel alive, darling. More than anyone I've preyed on before. I hope this makes you feel alive, too!"
A: "Mm-mm-mm-mmph!"
She started leveraging her breasts in opposite directions. Up and down, down and up, her curvaceous body massaging Amber's skin with her skin.

K: "Good luck getting a guy to do this for you! He'd probably just perch you on his dick and make you cling, you poor dear!"
Amber was lubed up in the sparse sweat between Karen's breasts and slipped further down her shirt, sledding down her smooth stomach until her ass was caught in a cup. Her bellybutton? Was that just dumb luck?

A: "OOF!"
Karen bent over, compressing her tummy and Amber along with it. Her body constricted her in such a manner that made her feel like she was being pulled through the hole.

K: "In case you're wondering, I planned that. Consider it a little bonus on top of your plan."
Karen thrust her stomach outward, popping Amber out with gusto. It'd hurt her, if not for magical protection. Can't have a victim bouncing herself to death in your stomach while you take a jog, can you?
She bounced against her shirt and slid downward at a steep grade. She could see panties pulled out in front of her...!
Her panties were once again a daring black and purple, like yesterday. She couldn't have possibly chose this in the morning, given her mood. The front was severely stained, despite them being fresh.

K: "Look, I'm all wet. Get covered in it!"
She pushed her panties inward, thrusting Amber into her pussy, colored similar to a snake's mouth.

K: "After all, you did this to me! And you seemed so intrigued in it before..."
Amber popped out and slid deeper down her panties. It was her pucker. No longer tensed inwards and shy, it was playfully puffed outwards.

A: ("Woah... It really does smell like a cafe. Why'd you stop?")
K: "There's been a change in plans. This is what you checked out first, right? Not my wet spot, but this?"
Karen smushed her glutes together and vulgarly broke wind.
*Fbblpt!*
Karen's panties were filled with her delightful cocoa smell.

K: "Only reason I stuck you there first is because you'll need some lube where you're going!"
And with that, Amber was pushed towards and into her butthole. She reached out and seized it, and she soon found herself being once again forced into Karen's body. The sweet odor permeating her terminus engaged tiny Amber wholly as the sphincter suckled on her. Deeper, deeper... She felt her skin pull as the weight and friction fought her. And she could see in her rectum! And she continued to voyage deeper until she had been completely enveloped by Karen's hefty tush.
The smell was utterly stifling. The heavy sugary tones lecherously clinged to her entire being as the scent's mature, domineering side pounded her nostrils.
The scent of Karen's loafs would make you think them edible enough, if you were blind... But this was too strong. Medicinally strong. Like a laboratory more than a cafe. Well, better a laboratory than a lavatory. Amber focused her vision outside after a while...

K: "Enjoying yourself back there?"
*WHAP! WHAP!*
Karen's hand treated her splendid, jean-clad posterior to a healthy greeting, Amber's body quaking inside of her as her buns quaked outside.

A: ("Aah! That was scary! Do it some more!")
*WHAP! WHAP! POP!*

K: "Lemme take my pants off, here..."
Amber heard the sound of fabric against skin, watching intently from behind Karen as she pulled her pants down. Jesus, those panties were really intricate! She could see a moon embroidered to match Karen's fat moon on the left side.
*PAFF! PAFF! Paff paff paff PUHP!*
Her ass enticingly jiggled with each impact.

K: "I know you're watching..."
She put her hands beneath her glutes and jiggled them with her fingers. So bouncy...!

K: "Do you want a better view, Amber? Are these expensive, custom-made panties in the way?"
A: ("Yes, please! Take it off!")
K: "Alright, I'll do that. I already blew a toot in em anyways, so they did their job."
She slipped her thumbs beneath to reveal what lay beneath. The elaborate, embroidered edge slowly peeled down her splendid buttocks, until finally...
She yanked them down with enough force to jiggle. Two immaculate, ivory buttcheeks... Where her hand hadn't reddened them. Amber slavered at the sight. Karen pried them apart, giving a good view of her anus and vagina. Her exit door was buckled completely inward, beautifully accessorizing the ensemble.

K: "You are here.~"
Amber's hand was no longer saturated with Karen's fluids, but her own. It leaked from between her legs as eagerly as her Karen's, who lifted her hands from her ass. Her two haunches met up with a giddy bounce, like lost lovers.
*SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Smack SLAP!*

K: "Owwww...! Alright, that's enough of that."
She pulled her panties and jeans back up her legs, leaving herself unzipped for later.

A: "Ooh?!"
Amber's body popped out of Karen's bottom, cradled in her panties once more. Her buttcrack was utterly coated with sweat, and she reached in her panties to glide Amber along the valley.

K: "Hope you like sweaty booty, cuz mine puts out a ton when I get happy."
It continued for maybe thirty seconds as Karen thrust into her pussy with a toy.

K: "Aaah... Ooohh... Haaa..."
Her hand withdrew from Karen, letting her come to rest as the inside fluids and sweat mingled together. She grew Amber to medium size once more, sitting down on the bed. Her fat rump gently yet sternly cracked down, completely defeating Amber's tiny body.

K: "Grhhhh! You having fun yet?! I own you!"
*Bwrrp! Prup...*
Her mattress muffled the sharp fit of flatulence admirably, Amber absorbing all of the shock as Karen's enormous, puffy donut kissed her. Then she reached down and seized Amber, sticking her back in the mouth.

K: "Let's get you washed up, mmh... Dirty girl..."
*Suck, slurp.* "Aah..." Swsh swsh swsh SMACK. Glp. Slipslipshhlp, click... glp.* "Hyah... Ah..."
She spat her back on the pillow and dried her off before dropping her back into the moist panties, clearing her toy out of the way.

K: "I've got something for you here that you can REALLY get stuck in... Haah... Climb in and start moving!"
Amber was completely enveloped in Karen's most pleasurable orifice, her sticky butt tensing as she made Amber even stickier. She gyrated, willingly tasting sweet, syrupy lubricant as she writhed energetically. The walls tensed and squelched, constricting around Amber as they made noises to accompany Karen's moaning.

K: "Ah! Oh! It's kinda like a vibe... Keep going! Mmmmh..."
She struggled as best as she could before...

A: ("Aah?! Wow!")
Karen had rammed the sex toy she was using back into her body, and the unique, narrow tip had penetrated Amber as it shoved her all the way back to the cervix.

K: "You almost have it! Ang! Rrgh! Aaaah! AAAAH! AAAEEGH! NNNNGH... Ooogh... HAAAAaaahhh... Wah! Ohhhh..."
Amber fell out in a deluge of ejaculate... Into a small glass bowl. Holy shit, it was waist deep!

K: "You... Have done well..."
She raised her hand at Amber.

A: "Agh?! Aaaah! Aieeee! Aaaagh!"
Pure bliss washed over Amber as she added her own juices to the pool.

K: "Now you've finished too..."
She picked up the bowl, raising it to her mouth.

K: "And now. To finish you."
Events happened too fast to process. Amber flooded into Karen's gluttonous pit along with all of her cum. She swallowed it all in one go.
*gULP!*
The hot rush of fleshy comforts parted ways before the tide of happy juice as Amber plunged downwards.

*Plunk!*

K: "Welcome back, pet. Did you miss this place? I'm afraid your visit will be short-lived."
She was rescued from the depths just as soon as she was condemned to them.
*Beeehp!* "Urk..."

A: "Your bodily control is scary as hell... Wait, we're already in the shower?"
It was agreed upon that Amber would wash Karen up after the romantic encounter. A normal-sized Amber wheeled around to find Karen standing before her, also fully naked. She was slightly taller, and cut an imposing figure as the water cascaded down on her. She was operating a waterproof keypad in the wall, ordering food from her kitchen.

K: "Yes. I'm FUCKING HUNGRY and the oven's just started, so make it snappy!"
Amber wasted no time and began to wash the fearsome girl, eager to improve the quality of her life as soon as possible. For anyone else, this would be a truly dangerous situation. Karen's stomach whined beneath the hiss of the shower, and she'd make a decent snack to shut it up before dinner was ready. The two talked as Amber ran her fingers over Karen's smooth skin and through her soaked hair.
Just then, it occurred to Amber. She had a servile mindset. No wonder she was so attracted to Karen's domineering attitude... Her pouty criticisms of it before were to deny her own approval of it, not because she believed Karen was terrible for it. Not that she wasn't.~

A: "Yeesh. You're really a voracious sort."
K: "That was a terribly awkward usage of the word, but I suppose you're right.
A: "Even after gobbling up that idiot Warren, you're still pretty hungry, huh?"
Amber's hand bounced off Karen's belly with sharp smacks, Karen herself freezing up at her servant's boldness.

K: "Ah! What...? Are you doing...?"
A: "Just making sure everything's settled properly.~"
K: "It's... Fine."
A: "If you're still feeling hungry, you could eat me before we head down."
K: "Is that a joke or are you actually suicidal?"
A: "It's a joke, although... Don't you think it'd be romantic for me to be a part of you?"
K: "... This is a complete reversal from your usual attitude. Did you always feel this way...?"
A: "Maybe. I don't think I was paying too much attention. I wanted to force it out of my head, you know?"
K: "I suppose. But eating you for-realsies would be awful of me. It'd make my stomach complain less, sure. But the hunger in my heart would plague me for the rest of my life."
A brief silence paused as the two came to grips with what Karen just said.

A: "That's a corny but adorable line... Like, super adorable!"
K: "Shut the fuck up, I know it was awful now..."
A: "Do you? It was so cute!"
K: "Stop it..."
A: "No way, that was too perfect!"
K: "Well I don't get what's so fucking funny, 'cause I meant it!"
A: "Oh, you... You!~ Just... Stop! I feel the same way, you know!"
K: "I..."
A: "It's okay, just relax. You don't have to be so bashful.~"
Karen abruptly turned around and latched her mouth over Amber's.

A: "Mm-! ... Mmm...~"
Amber lustfully moaned into the kiss as Karen's arms wrapped around her. Karen had taken the soap and was using it to scrub down Amber's body as they made out. With Karen's spells active, it was probably the cleanest kiss in history. Amber enjoyed the feeling of her partner's spotless teeth as her tongue glided through her mouth.
The two lovers occasionally pulled from their kiss, but only to try again from different angles or to lick and bite at eachother. The sounds of their kisses accompanied their base yet meaningful moaning and panting as one indulged her embarassing need for the other. It felt like it could last forever. Just the two of them, their naked bodies bouncing against eachother as they celebrated their union. Karen was gently bit into Amber's right cheek as the shower water went cold.

K: "Oh, fuck! We took too long!"
The two scrambled out of the stream of icy water, and Karen reached for the towel. Amber's hand found it first, whisking it away out of insistence that Karen be the first to be dry.

K: "You don't have to-"
Her sentence abruptly cut off as Amber wedged the towel firmly between her buttcheeks.

K: "You know, I didn't bring any clothes for you. Let me dry you off."
A: "Oh, right."
K: "Yeah. Don't need any where you're going, right...?"
Amber slipped a new pair of jeans over her thighs, the waist just barely snuggling past her panties and buttocks. Her fat posterior bounced into proper form with a dramatic bounce deserving of its own sound effect.
*Prt-Prrrrrt.*

A: "Karen...!~"
K: "Ahh, was saving that one just for this. Thanks. Would've been a shame to waste it in the shower, right?"
A: "Can you waste a toot?"
K: "I think you can waste a good one."
Amber caught Karen's satisfied smile in the mirror. She was such a pig... In the good way.

The two were seated in the extravagant dinign room, Karen's first course of dinner laid out before them. A thick, cheesy salad with rich dressing. Her fat rear was parked in an equally quality chair. Amber was clad only by the air around her, and her eyes were practically glued to Karen's breasts. They were tastefully stuffed into a sweater, resting on the table in front as she leaned forward.

K: "Really?~ You like sweaters?"
A: "Yes. And boobs."
K: "Genki oppai girls."
A: "Huh?"
K: "Nothing. Shall we begin?"

Amber stabbed at the salad with her fork, moving it to Karen's lips as they talked. Karen ate at a steady pace, chewing sounds ever-present in the conversation. She talked with her mouth full about 90% of the time. Amber cast a few glances inside as the enchanting specimen before her enjoyed her meal. She watched as the culinary masterwork was transformed from food to fuel, its appealing leaves and colors leveled to mush. It was like watching a building demolition, in a way. And further transformations awaited it still... More than one. Karen had promised her a helping of Karen's milk produced from these meals. The most quality breast milk she could muster, she said, made only from the best materials available. ---[I only labeled some of the sounds during the conversation]---

A: "How's it taste?"
K: "It's very good. The leaves are crisp for the most part... The carrots are actually softer. The cheese and dressing-" *gulp*
Karen opened her mouth in expectation. Amber offered her another forkful and grinned.

A: "You're just gonna stop midway like that?"
K: *CRUNCH* "Yesh. So, the cheese and dressing mellow the harsh of the leaves quite nicely. It has a superb balance to it, and the cheese and dressing both contribute to eachothers' flavor for a robust taste." *slurp, gulp* "Mature, perhaps?"
A: "Very vivid description. You could be, like... A food critic."
K: "I do love food, so that could be a nice job. I've eaten lots of exotic meals from my kitchen." *gulp. mtak, mtak... crrUNCH* "But I don't think it'd be right for me."
A: "Why not? It sounds just right."
K: "It's complicated, but the truth of it is." *Buhp.* "I'm a real glutton." *glp, crumch...* I have all sorts of terrible manners, as you've seen. And I'm actually loath to be rid of them."
A: "So you really do enjoy that stuff? I had my suspicions, but I thought you were just trying to gross me out."
K: "I, uh... Might be able to stop for you."
Amber smiled.

A: "What for? If I like you the way you are now, why change? I like your pushy side."
K: *Ppft.* "Thanks.~" *glup*
Karen's seat was plenty hot now. Her hefty backside retained heat pretty well.

A: "So tell me about how you became a man-eater."
K: "Well, I came from a sub-urban community. We had plenty of woodland to go around while still being quite-" *glp* "Quite populous. One day, I was on a little hike in the woods when I found the book." *urp* "It came to my attention that." *glu* "There was a memo on the front pretty quickly. I couldn't understand the book, but I could understand the passages at the back. As I grew to understand it." *glp* "I understood the incredible responsibility that comes with power such as this. Not the responsibility to not use it on other people, but the responsibility to take the proper precautions to ensure I don't get found out." *gUl* "Anime taught me that lesson, oddly enough. Not surprising, considering my life became like fiction."
A: "I see. So-"
K: *BOUrp!*
A: "Hahaha, you're getting really burpy. Must be pretty yummy, huh?"
K: "I take fat swallows! Always have. What, did you forget?"
A: "Nope! So, how did you eat your first?"
K: "My first was Tanner, one of my old boyfriends." *glut*
A: "You ate your boyfriends?"
K: "Hmm. Just two. Tanner was very important to me... Until the day I found out that he was keeping a side chick. It was..." *glp* "A more traumatic experience than I gave it credit for."
A: "That's terrible! You poor dear... Last bite. I'm gonna get the rest."
Karen opened her mouth as a huge wrap-up bite was shoveled into her maw. The final bite of salad was interesting. She had enjoyed the sensation of thick leaf stalks splitting in her mouth until this point, but the soft, dressing-saturated bite she got from the bottom of the bowl was a fitting conclusion.
Her nude waitress elegantly sauntered in with the next course: Dirty rice with steak!

A: "Say ahhh...~"
K: "Hahaha, cut that shit out!"
The gummy rice made a dramatic, flavorful entrance. Her eyes closed in a slight bliss. Amber began to saw up the steak.

K: "I remember when he and I went out to the carnival... I wanted him to win me a toy for the meme, but he didn't wanna do it. Mmm..." *gulp*
A: "Haha. Good?"
K: "Yes... And I'm aware that you only know what that word means because of the losers we go to school with. As for Tanner..." *gup.* "About a week later, I noticed he was less eager to hang out with me. Which was weird, because he was all over me at the start. And one of my friends told me that she saw him with another girl." *glop*
A: "Wow."
Amber held up a piece of steak to Karen's mouth.

K: "Ah..." *Oohrp~*
Amber felt a warm breeze coast across her hand as Karen pleasurably eructed, greeting the meat on the fork.

K: *chew, chew.* "Excuse me.~ You know, that's exactly what I said when I burped after swallowing Tanner."
A: "Savage."
K: "Yeah, I tailed him for a while and eventually saw them kiss. I was... Furious." *glp* "So I used my book of witchcraft to plot my revenge against him. And that's when I saw it."
A: "A shrinking spell?"
K: "Exactly. I knew I could torture a tiny Tanner with incredible ease. As his girlfriend, it was a simple matter to get him alone with me." *glp* "So I shrunk him to about half my size while we were all alone. You should know that I was never a pleasant person. I always bullied the other kids in middle school because I was larger than they were, so this was right up my alley." *gul, mtak mtak.*
A: "Haha. That explains a lot."
K: "Hehehe. Yeah." *BAArp!* "So I beat him. He kept screaming, pleading for me to stop, and denying everything until I told him what I saw. He tried justifying his actions to me, then." *orp, glm* "He kept getting smaller, and I pinned him down beneath my foot. And I told him that if he really loved me, then I would embrace him." *glp* "I told him that I was feeling peckish, so I would give him his final embrace. One that started at my mouth... And ended at my ass." *Pruuut~*
A: "Damn. Drama fart. That's ice cold."
K: *glut* "Want the grisly details?"
A: "Sure."
K: "At this point, my least regretful memories were of eating him and shitting him out." *gulp, slurp.*
Karen mischievously licked her lips. Amber was enraptured by the story.

K: "I broke his pride and maybe one of his bones. I enjoyed his screams and pleading. I swallowed him, and I could hear him in hysterics as he sat in my mouth. Then, deeper... Deeper..." *glu* "His weak struggling could be felt all the way down my throat."
A: "That's fucking brutal..."
K: "You say that, but you have your hand in such an indecent place. You're leaking." *glp* "On my chair."
A: "Sorry!"
K: "Nah, proceed." *ORRP! Pat, pat.* "Ahh! So, I finally got him in my tummy. And I said that he wouldn't be long now... That soon, he'd be nothing more than a dump I'd be taking later." *glp* "My solid waste. Just like this steak you're feeding me. And that's when he screamed and started to struggle more. Despite his broken body, he started to put up a fight. *glop* I could feel him writhing in my stomach. And it wasn't really in a bad way. It wasn't too forceful... Just the right amount of struggle. It felt like I had really swallowed a living thing! *gulp* He couldn't even bite me, because I had beaten out most of his teeth." *Burp. Urp... urp. uhp. Shlrp*
A: "Wow..."
K: "It gave me a nice belch.~ One I knew he heard. And I took gross pleasure in such things beforehand. But that experience... That made me feel more alive than ever." *glp* "Like I had just absorbed all of his life. I felt so energetic! And I could feel his movements getting weaker. So, in a moment of twisted inspiration..." *UUuhp!* "I started to sing a lullaby." *glot*
A: "Wow...! That's... Frigid!"
K: "Maybe so. But I didn't feel any guilt when he finally went quiet. I felt... Invincible! Like I could do anything!" *glm* "I had achieved the perfect existence, and nothing would be able to bring me down after this! I continued to hone my craft and eat more people." *glp* "Mastering my control of magic and body while digesting those who displeased me. I must've gotten prions from voring people constantly, because the spell to cure them worked." *glp* "But that sort of triumph made me feel like..." *brp~* "An apex predator. I realized that eating people was one of the least painful ways they could go, seeing as how they're enveloped in warmth." *gulp* "And lose consciousness before any pain. Their bodies were put to excellent use as well. And so, my mouth became a gateway of sorts. Welcoming, painless." *glm* "The next world awaited beyond."
A: "That's... Woah."
K: "Yeah." *Brup!*  "It's pretty heavy stuff. *gul* I remember I used to poop on toilet paper all the time just waiting for him to come back out. Is this gonna be the one? How about this one?"
A: "Hahahahaha! Ewww!"
K: "Yes, it was grisly. All the bones." *glp* "But it was something I looked forward to. And seeing the aftermath... Seeing what he had become, and what I was capable of! It was a huge high! So I kept it, and started on that pot that's in my bedroom now. It was a secret from my parents." *glup* *Prrrmp!~*
A: "Those farts are really well-timed."
K: "Maybe dramatic farts are one of my storytelling gimmicks."
Amber promptly doubled over.

A: "Ahahahahahahaha!"
K: "Maybe the fact that he got out of my stomach so soon is what's causing this to happen so early. Tiny humans are a lot of raw meat to assimilate. I've seen to it that they don't get stuck along the way, but the process makes me gassy." *Urp. Rrp... brp. brup.*

The steak and rice were ultimately devoured, and Amber brought in a strawberry parfait for dessert.
K: "You know, I know the name of each soul that was lost within me... Lost to my appetite."
A: "Oh? Do go on."
K: "Yes. Tanner, Daniel, Sarah, Tiffany, Trent... I'd have to check my notebook to know the rest. But their memories are recorded there, and their grave is kept. They're recorded within me, too..."
A: "You have such an incredible way with words, you know that?"
K: "Uh. Thanks..."
A: "My pleasure, pet."
K: "Hahahahahaha! Ah, you've... Huh. I'm not sure which one of us is pet anymore."
A: "Eheheheh. Wow, I'm talking with... Flourish. You might be rubbing off on me."
K: "I noticed that." *Uorp.* "And I'm glad to hear that."
She gave Amber a peck on the cheek, melty dairy lightly staining her skin. Karen noticed and quickly wiped it off.

K: "But listen. You know matter can't be destroyed, right?"
A: "Yeah...?"
K: "I realized that the rest of the body has to go somewhere when I shrink someone. And that space would be spellspace. It's basically where excess materials go when I invoke magic that "erases" materials. And it's where they come from when I reverse said magic. But human flesh is technically a life material, you dig? Derived from energy, and it's a source of energy."
A: "Yes."
K: "If I eat enough people, there may not be any nutrients left from my constantly shrinking them."
A: "That's... Bad?"
K: "Yes. My appetite could eventually doom the Earth."
Amber thought about that for a moment. Everything, eaten by Karen... Everything and everyone! The girl had to survive, and she might just be around in a few million years. She'd continue to have fun like she is now, her potty breaks starting the life cycle anew! More plants for animals for people for her! And more matter would be lost to spellspace! Spine-chilling! That is, of course, assuming she doesn't keep it entombed like her previous victims, but perhaps she'd have to tap into her vast manure stores eventually!

K: "So I've been using the leftover materials to feed carnivorous wildlife! And I've been donating the extra clothing from my prey since I can restore them."
Oh. Wait, that was disappointing?

A: "Karen. Do you want to teach me magic?"
She stopped, her mouth slightly agape with fruit bits and creamy goodness.

K: "wha? What for?" *brap.*
A: "I've thought that perhaps I'd like to cook for you. And that got me thinking... Maybe I could catch victims for you?"
K: "Catching humans for me? That's what you'd do with supernatural powers?"
Amber gave a mischievous grin.

A: "I've been thinking that I'm a bad enough person to do it. What do you say?"
K: "I... I'd like that."
Karen gave a sheepish blush as Amber snuggled up with her.

K: "Mmf... *Brup.* "All this time I've been taking care of myself, and then I find myself being spoonfed like this. It's... Unprecedented."
A: "I love you."
K: "I love you too, pet."
A: "Say ahhh.~"
K: "haomf~"

The feeding session finally finished. Karen went topless, then invoked a spell. Amber watched in complete and utter shock as her doughy mammaries ever so slightly puffed up, her nipples transforming from a modest pink to a glaring red. They were eager to get this over with.
K: "Now you say ahh."
*chk, chk, chk, chk...*

K: "Nngh. Not so rough...! Be gentle, first. Ah..."
Gentle stimulation tickled across her nipple as the nectary, syrupy elixir started to fill Amber's mouth. It tasted delicious, nothing at all like she'd expected it to. An ambrosial treat, and Karen enjoyed it too.

K: "There, you've sucked them both dry... But now I'm hungry again. Can we grab another bite?"
A: "Ahahaha. Sure."
K: "And could you walk around like you were doing in the cupcake I ate yesterday?"
A: "Huh?"
K: "It just tastes so good inside when you do that."
A: "Oh...! Of course! It'd satisfy you, right? I'd love to!"
The rest of the day's events happened in a whirl, and the two girls were happy...



The time eventually came.

K: "So, I'm ready to say goodbye to Warren."
A: "Oh, really? Let me out!"
Karen regurgitated Amber from her personal room, out into her madam's. A quick dry-off, and everything was in order. Amber had been looking forward to this moment, oddly enough. She had been listening to Karen break all of the wind produced from her guest/meal in a very playful fashion, and now it was time to lodge the fecal remains in her private, cast-metal toilet/catacombs.

K: "So, you're really okay with this? It's... A graphic procedure."
A: "Of course."
The lid to the bedside grave came off, and Karen's derriere hovered ominously over the rim. She squatted on a stool, ready to drop her own into the maw of the urn. She couldn't sit on it without getting her butt dirty anymore. It gaped vacuously wide, prepared to swallow her victim. Just like her mouth was before the goddess claimed her sacrifice.

*Poot!~*
The last gaseous emission that her factory-like body produced from her human fuel load was expelled, gently greeting the mountain of charnel below.

K: "Hmm...!"
Her puffed-out pucker stretched outwards in an attempt to disgorge the steamy turd her body had produced. Amber's eyes were glued on the black void of her insides, the shadow of which would have concealed it perfectly if not for her improved vision. The inside of her anus was shrouded in the same mellow, sensual dark as the rest of the room.

K: "Haaah... Oh... Hhh..."
Her poop shyly turtleheaded from her posterior before finding the courage to spill out. Amber watched as Karen's butthole stretched, giving way to the lumpy bones baked into the loaf she was trying to pop out. A very slow, arduous process that made for lots of unexpected sensations. Karen had the same grin on her face as she did every other time she did this, enjoying the unique experience.
*Plop*
It was finally over. Her excrement fully filled out her chamber pot. It was a labor she had filled with love from the black truth of her fluttering, fulfilled heart. The truth that she was a cold predator with a need to renew her pleasure with the suffering of others. And each hot dump was filled with just a little bit less love than the finale. Each contour she felt, each unique kick and howl inside her belly... Nothing could compare to the sense of accomplishing the goal she set out to do!
Karen gave a heavy sigh. Her sphincter bowed back inwards, seemingly clean. It was a dignified bit of eye candy like this.

A: "So, that was finally it! The big 100! You calculated well for a high schooler. It's perfectly filled up. I don't think you could fit another nugget in there."
K: "Oh, today's such a perfect day. I could sing."
A: "Why not? And what are you going to do now?"
K: "Well, sing, I guess?"
A: "Hahaha. I meant now that you've filled this thing up."
K: "Oh. Probably start another."


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TWO MONTHS LATER
K: *Pfrrrptt!!*
A: "Karen!"
K: "Huhuhuhehehehehe."

The two girls were watching a movie that Amber picked out. Karen agreed, on the condition that she could lounge on Amber's lap. She was making herself right at home, crushing Amber beneath the weight of her back and cushy tush. However, Amber knew better than anyone at this point that her girlfriend's leisure often came at the cost of someone else's, and she was prepared to make sacrifices.
Just a week ago, Amber remembered lounging on Karen's tongue as they watched some of her favorite shows online. She was comfortably overwhelmed on all sides, Karen's breath steaming her up something lovely. Now, without her own VIP box, she was forced to watch with remote vision. She looked back as she felt Karen viciously grinding her butt into her lap, followed by a very pronounced yet familiar sensation. Karen herself was dressed in a skirt and stockings. A tastefully feminine choice.
Amber preferred Western movies and live action TV series herself, whereas Karen preferred animation from both America and Japan. Japanese live action series on her lineup were rare but quite amusing.
Amber had dropped out of education to live with Karen, with the promise of learning magic and spending more time with the typically unrelateable psychopath. She had been dodging contact with her parents, who she wasn't even sure knew that she had paid off her student loan and secured the fantasyland gig of watching a house literally clean itself.
Right now, she was learning curses. She had just learned blindness, dizziness, and shrinking, and that thought gave her an idea. She positioned her hands accordingly and recited the curse under her breath. Karen then began to shrink to the size of a toy dog.

K: "wh- What the fuck? Amber...!"
A: "Hahahaha. I'm moving up in the heirarchy."
K: "Absolutely not!"
Karen reversed the process before it had fully completed.

K: "I understand that it would be more convenient for you, but..."
A: "I know, I know. I don't mind you inconveniencing me."
K: "You absolutely shouldn't. As your mentor-"
A: "And girlfriend."
K: "y... Your girlfriend. You're just going to have to put up with it."

The two had discussed if Karen ever felt guilty about her dominance complex, and the answer was surprisingly a lot more seldom than expected. Amber seemed to be receiving quite a bit of it because of her relationship with Karen, but she also seemed to make her feel guilty more than Karen was comfortable with. Amber had begun to expand her tolerance of Karen's antics, however, and while she verbally thanked her for it, she insisted that Amber's tolerance was wasted on someone like her. Moments like that... Lack of confidence... Amber felt more appreciated in those moments. But she found she enjoyed being taken for granted as well. A convenient fixture in Karen's life. Why? Who knows?
After this movie, they were going to resume Amber's magic studies. An exciting prospect, to be sure. She recalled her mentor's words of encouragement...
"You should be so lucky to be able to serve and study under someone as talented and beautiful as me!"
"If you do well enough, I'll wrestle you tonight..."
"Hey, don't be so rough! You're wearing my clothes!"

Amber snapped out of it. Huh. She felt very bold when wearing Karen's clothes. And this beautiful woman sitting on her lap made her feel like a winner.
Eventually, their entertainment for the day ended. Karen buckled over with tears in her eyes, uncomfortably driving her hipbone into Amber.

K: "God... That was..." *snIIIFFFF*
A: "Yeah. It's pretty rough. What did you think?"
K: "I think it's wrong that it takes Stephanie Willow to make me care about human life."
A: "Ah, when you put it like that..."
Karen's back got a nice rub out of the ordeal, at least.

K: "Well, let's go. I'll teach you... Something? What was the lesson plan..."
She abruptly boosted off of Amber's lap, earning a grunt from behind. She excitedly ran for her bedroom, and Amber's vision followed her. She was doing a giddy, feminine half-jog. How cute! Her clothes completed the image. She snagged the witch's grimoire and tutoring notebook before heading down to the basement.

A: "You know, it's very endearing when you talk about lesson plans and stuff while acting so silly."
K: "Shut up, we're gonna do conjuring today."
Some time passed as Karen did her best to drill her knowledge into Amber.

K: "You cursed me earlier, so I have confidence in you, but just remember. Your intonations are largely unpronouncable by humans, so I can't exactly show you how it's done. So long as you move your lips and believe you're making the sound, it will work."
A: "Okay..."
*VWOOP- SPLAT*
A portal opened above the desk, casting an entity completely different than planned for into the room.

K: "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
A: "Uh... What is that thing?"
A black, lumpy creature with green eyes and barbed tentacles was placed on a nearby table and began to trundle towards them.

K: "It's a fucking abyssal. How did you manage that?!"
Karen paralyzed its flesh rigid. She moved to a cabinet embedded in the wall for a special cage she had constructed several moons ago, planning to use it should she ever successfully conjure such a creature. With a flourish of her hand, the prickly pest levitated into containment without complication.

K: "Finally. And it's of a lesser beast, too. How did you manage that?"
A: "It was entirely a mistake! I just, uh... Did the guttural thing on..."
Karen hurriedly handed her the pen and lesson notebook. Amber jotted down the part of the incantation she flunked on a page.

K: "Well son of a bitch, that should've been obvious. All this time I never figured that out. I feel pretty stupid. I assumed that you'd have to place that sound before... That one, but that would've opened a portal leading to the abyss, not from. And that'd suck all nearby matter inside. And if I put it here... That would've unleashed an imp swarm into the room and eviscerated several hundred people before they were finally stopped. And also without a doubt solidified the existence of the supernatural, thus causing a global panic."
A: "You feel stupid but you have all that figured out? You're nowhere near as stupid as I feel for messing that up."
K: "This was a happy accident, but you can easily die if you don't prepare properly. It looks like you didn't make the protective jewelry I asked you to last night. It's very easy to mess this sort of thing up without them."
A: "Sorry."
K: "Sorry won't bring you back if you die, pet."
*SCREEEEEEEEECH*

K: "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
A curse of silence calmed the enraged ball of spaghetti she had freshly imprisoned.


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TWO WEEKs LATER

K: "Mmm! This pulled succubus is fantastic!"
A: "Ah... I'm glad you like it..."
Karen had significantly advanced her conjuration since Amber's summoning accident. An amazing woman, having made so much progress in so little time.

K: "Leaving the silky, supple skin on while you were prepping it was the best thing you could've done! And you found a way to soften the powerful muscles, too! Oh, it's like candy!"
Amber stared at Karen with increasing concern as she bit into something that used to be a succubus's all-conquering ass. That succubus was very unhappy that her current physical form was being absorbed by a mere human. Being eaten... That's something that had never happened to her before. She had been slain, cheated, even cheated on... She didn't hold out hope for being able to teach Karen some manners some 300 years later. Not just yet. If there is one thing a demon knows, it's how to be patient. Little did she know it was doubtful she was going to be able to wait long enough for these particular humans to die.

K: *Ooohrp.* "Ahh. That was quite hearty."
A: "I agree."
K: "What? I meant the food, not the... Whatever. Look, you should try some! This is quite unique."
A: "Huh? You want me to head down?"
K: "Yeah, I'm gonna savor this for a while longer. You should come inside and try some, pet. Maybe move around like you always do."
A: "Alright."

Amber once again stood face to face with Karen's entryway. She was promptly choked down and escorted to the inside, where the meat now rest. Karen was still keeping her on a strict diet of things that had been inside of her body at one point as part of her dominance. Amber could probably do better, but at this point she didn't really mind. Karen had helped tweak Amber's memory to forget what food tasted like before she had already eaten it.
A: "Mmm! This is seriously good!"
K: "I know, right? It's got a... Honeyed taste to it, almost."
A: "You want me to stir and pack it for you?"
K: "Yes, please. Just like that...
Karen reclined in her master dining chair. Its form helped relax her as she gorged and bloated herself on numerous occasions.

K: "Mmm... ..." *Buuurp!* "Just... Great. Wonder how good it'd go with this cake. It's got the right sweetness, and doesn't really have a heavy meat taste to it. Can you stay down there and mix it in?"
Damn it. She had wanted to be upstairs as she ate the cake. Oh, well. She had remote vision. She watched as Karen picked up the cake slice with her bare hand and bit into it. It was sensual, watching her chew it into a fine paste before sending it deep inside. Cake slop rained down as she cleaned her fingers, lightly splashing Amber as she observed."

K: "Hey, what are you doing down there? Start mixing, please. Although I'm flattered you want to stare."
A: "Right, sorry. You're smart, figuring me out like that."
K: "Damn right."
Amber moved her body to stir up Karen's belly as she continued to watch. She had enough practice to move herself with her focus spared elsewhere at this point.

K: "Oooh, I was right!~ It's lovely inside now, all thick and sweet.~ Please continue, I'm giving you more."
More wet cake came down. And she had worked her way far enough down the slice.

K: "Yes, you're doing a fine job." *Uurb.* "Fine job. It's just about-"
*chhik!*

K: "...?! What...?"
Karen moved an unidentified object around her mouth in an attempt to clean and remove it.

K: "Aaaah...?!"
A metal ring.

A: "Karen. I see myself as doing a 'fine job' for you for as long as I'm alive. Or at least, I hope I do."

K: "I..." *gUlp.*
Amber's expression changed to disbelief. She had just done something unthinkable.

A: "Karen... ... You-"
K: "I SWALLOWED THE FUCKING RING. I KNOW."
She clutched at her head in madness. A metallic, jewel-encrusted band dropped in front of Amber, entrusted to the insides for special treatment.

K: "I'm NO GOOD... WITH THIS SHIT..."
Her hands pawed over her face as she struggled with the situation.

K: "I... Do nothing but bully you... And I'm an abusive person... Why would you give me something... Like that..."
A: "Because... I love you anyways."
Karen sat in the prison that the one imprisoned within her had created. This was a sorry state of affairs, getting boxed in by her own prey like this.

K: "This is... so wrong..."
A: "Are you okay?"
K: "I'm..."
She took a deep breath.

K: "Hahaha... The funny thing is, yes... I've always known that what I do is wrong. But... It's like God gave you to me. At this point, I suppose it's only natural that something like this happen to me. Everything I want just falls into my lap! Everything I could ever want to fuel my hedonism. And we've already spent some very intimate time together... I just hadn't made it a possibility in my mind, is all!"
A: "So you'll do it?!"
K: *Hoork... Urp!*
A slimy Amber clutching a ring washed up in her mouth for a brief cleaning before winding up in a hand.

K: "Yes... And it's a very nice ring, isn't it? You look so nice holding it, pet..." *chu~*


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TEN MONTHS LATER

K: "Aaagh.~"
A: "What? Oh, did she...?"
K: "I'm so glad you talked me into this, darling. I can feel the movement... This is really starting to pay off!"
A: "I knew you'd enjoy it."
Amber and Karen had been wedded for nearly a year now. Maybe a week after, Karen sprung out a surprise on Amber.
She walked dramatically into the room. "Hey, Amber. Guess what?" *boing!*
She had discovered a spell to switch her genitals. "Now we can have lots more fun together."
A lot of fucking proceeded for the rest of the month before Karen suggested she knock Amber up. "Since you're my woman and all." Amber, in a bizarre turn of events, suggested a role-reversal. It was not well-received, but her sheer insistence eventually paid off.

A: "You know, I never said too much about it before now, but I'm happier this way too."
K: "Oh?~"
A: "Yes. I like to think of myself as nurturing to you. I consider taking care of you to be what I was made for. And helping you through this stage feels like a much more comfortable experience than just slogging through it myself."
She turned her gaze away from Karen.

A: "I'm glad you stopped thinking of yourself as weak because of this."
K: "I still do, I've just gotten over it. Um... Thanks for taking such good care of me and stuff."
A: "So, when do we start teaching her magic? If I'm not getting too far ahead of myself..."
K: "You're not. We'll start her off at maybe six or seven."
A: "What?! Oh, you're joking..."
K: "I'm not. It'll be fairly easy to control her so she doesn't screw up. And we can raise her however we want, since she won't be able to gossip about her gay magical moms."
A: "I see... Forgive me for saying this, but we're not going to abuse her, are we? The way you said that..."
K: "Absolutely not! I meant that in the most innocuous sense. She's going to be our little princess. We just can't have her tattling to everyone else or zapping anyone she dislikes. Umf..." *Prrrbt!*
Amber wondered how many times the baby had heard that noise. She'd made jokes about it in the past, enough to make them stale.
A sense of dread filled Derek, the man currently inside of the cruel lady's swollen gut. He was lost in a swampy mire of ham sandwich, and every adorable toot the proud mother cheerfully blew reminded him of his fate. Soon he'd be food for her child as well, not just her.

D: "AAAAAAAGH! LET ME OUT! AAAAAAAGH!"
His muffled screams reached three sets of ears, not one of which was going to help him.


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EIGHT YEARS LATER
Karen found herself lost in something she didn't want to be a part of. Her engineering degree had landed her a lucrative employment opportunity, but had also transformed her into an office drone.
As of now, she and her coworkers found themselves sitting through a limping, arbitrary meeting. The kind that would undoubtedly amount to nothing in the long run. She looked pretty the same as the day they had met, thanks to Karen's masterful witchcraft. However, Amber had matured into a more womanly appearance. And Karen's belly had filled out to a sizable form, disproportionate to the rest of her delicate shape. All due to Amber's pleading. How could she say no to her darling housewife? It had grown to a well-rounded type of plumpness, appealing to the eyes. She smiled silently and smugly to herself as several people struggled within. Ten victims at once! She could feel them move as they kicked for escape, robbed of their voices. Each one mashed up a slice of anniversary cake as they raged beneath her belly fat in futility. These ten were a special gift from Amber to her, and she was enjoying every moment.
Something that used to be named Melody had slipped into her rectum at the start of the meeting, providing further base stimulation to the monster it sat within. Its lumpy form dug in to the sensitive orifice. She had been passing the gas she produced from digesting the disrespectful young girl since then, the task made no more easier by the solid waste trying to fight its way through her back door. It selfishly tried to gain passage, barring the egress of all else with the determination of a black friday shopper. Everyone in the room had smelled the farts she had tried so hard to keep silent, and they found some light enjoyment in it. Her flatulence boldly sported a different, enjoyable scent every day thanks to her diligent magic practice... Almost as if to say "Smell me!" The delicate scent of roses found its way to her nose today, a gift from her chubby gut for keeping it so well-fed. Simple creature comforts like these made life worth living.
She daydreamed elsewhere when she could. It was all she could do to stay sane. Society seemed to be in an age where she could sport her type of marriage on her finger, so to speak. Her coworkers were quite supportive on the day it came up. "Yes, she's been quite good to me. She believed in me when no one else would, you know?" But she didn't want to make too much flash about it. Part of her still remembered the humiliation of getting married and impregnated before she had graduated.

Finally, it had ended. She'd go home, void Melody from her system without interruption...

A: "Welcome home!"
Amber stood fully naked in the entry hall with a tray of Karen's favorite cookies. Her eyes shot wide open in shock, at the bearer more than the gift.

K: "Amber...! What if Mary sees?"
A: "It's fine, I told her not to come down. And that I'd let her have some cake if she was good."
Her breasts had grown out, lightly resting on the tray of cookies.

A: "Come on, let's go!"
The two women quickly paced down to the basement. Amber undid Karen's shirt, her huge belly liberated from its buttoned prison. A comfortable and intimate vacation destination to Amber, but she also respected it as a mighty furnace. A venerable altar where her many sacrifices to Karen were very satisfyingly interred. Satisfying to both girls. She could offer sacrifices to it forever.

A: "Damn, all these years with you have really messed up my brain!"
She gave her pudgy slice of heaven an eager smack, her unbuttoned shirt parting over it like a rock beneath a waterfall. Her cleavage was in full view, her nipples just barely poking out from behind the veil.
So far, 3,147 people had been enshrined here, ultimately entombed by her never-ending hunger. Soon, it would be 3,157. She had cleared out gang houses and foreign prisons to please her Goddess with this many. An elite huntress, never once appearing on camera and keeping her name and description out of the news.

K: "I'll say- Mmf...!"
Cookies began being loaded without delay into Karen's mouth. She could feel pressure building up inside of her rump. Melody's endearing company was building up to a pleasant farewell.

K: "Uhhh... Amber? Am- MMf."
Wet cookie slobber dribbled down into the tangled mess of cake-covered victims within her. The chaos and tumult of her stomach was too much for them to notice as the fresh, syrupy paste was squeezed onto them like pancakes.

A: "Is it yummy?"
K: *Hurp!* "Uhh... Amber, I gotta poop."
A: "Oh. Can you hold it in?"
K: "Probably. But I've been holding her in for a while."
A: "Oh, is that Melody?"
K: "Mmhmm. She was ready to check out before work ended, and I've been saving her for our collection."
A: "You hear that, guys? You're gonna become my wife's shit, too!"
Her words reached the platoon of snacks currently stationed within her, sending them into a fevered struggle. They injured themselves as they writhed in pure despair.

K: "Ooooh!~ Ahhhh...!~ Ohhh...!~"
Karen motioned for a kiss as she clutched at her love-filled tummy, and Amber locked lips with her. Those plush, moist lips that had doomed thousands of people. She licked cookie crumbs off of them.
It was symbolic, in a way. Karen lived off of the jollies she got from her human meals, and her greed had corrupted Amber through her own. The greed for companionship, for servitude... Karen liberated her in return for being captured by her.
The moans continued and escalated as Amber serviced Karen's privates. A hole as needy as the next, but not greedy. She had to take care of this one quite frequently, but it would see her rewarded by producing sweet juices for her to drink. Not like her mouth, which only gave her gas with attitude in return. She liked sinking time into both. The demanding hole that took her for granted and made nightsoil out of her hard work was her favorite, though.
*Uuhp.*

For now, it was preoccupied, spittle dribbling out as Karen lounged in ecstasy. Her pleasured moans informed her all-day dessert of what was happening on the outside, driving them to further frenzy as her latest load ground and jostled against her escape hatch. If the basement weren't soundproofed, Mary would have surely heard them upstairs.
Delicious nectar flushed out from between Karen's legs, Amber gathering it in a bowl and lapping it up with glee.

K: "Am, I really gotta poop..."
A: "If you have to, I can take it away for you."
Karen's pants, lying at her ankles, provided no obstruction. Amber crouched behind Karen.

K: "No, not like that! It's embarassing...!"
A: "Don't worry, I've done way worse with you."
K: "But... I'd be shamelessly exposing myself..."
A: "Are you kidding? That's one of the parts about you that I like best! Come on. Ever since you had Mary, she's gotten in the way of all of my fun..."
K: "Fine...!"
Karen tensed up, the evacuation underway.

K: "Ugh... Uhf. Huhh."
The output came out easily, as it was ready to about an hour and a half ago. Her cute butt dispensed it neatly into Amber's hands, eager to be quit of the mess.

A: "Thank you, dear. Ah. It smells like blueberry bread today. Roses and blueberries are so nice..."
K: "Aaaah...?"
Karen blushed as Amber kissed her on the cheek.

A: "I have to do my job. So as long as you're still happy, can you keep doing this for me?"
And with that, she was gone, carrying the latest of her hunt's spoils deeper into the basement, where they had moved the collection.
Amber always said embarassing things.
"It's always so nice seeing your shit, dear. And your gas, too... It's like proof that you're happy. So long as I keep giving you cute cookies and people to swallow, you'll keep squeezing these puppies out, right?"
What a hopeless pervert, truly.
Even for a woman of her morals, it was proving hard for Karen to get used to such things. But she felt that after all these years, she was finally getting used to it.



It was 10 minutes after their basment escapades had come to an end. Karen was sat in Mary's room playing video games with her. Amber walked by and smiled at the two.
Mary was a mostly dignified young lady with some revolting habits. As of now, she was dressed in a petite, cumbersome dress, almost Elizabethan in intricacy. She sported the alluring velvet red quite well, almost as if to embody her dangerous nature. Her silk-clad hands clasped her controller tenderly, her black hair spilling past her back with the same tasteful femininity.
Like everything else produced by Karen's body, she had a sweet, warm vileness to her. She dressed and spoke eloquently, her mannerisms reflecting that of a cultured and well-read individual. But thanks to her questionable parenting, she had next to no shame when it came to her body and habits. She passed gas from both ends noisily as her whims suited her. Sometimes even in her school in her earlier years. And she seldom bothered closing the door while she used the bathroom.
Her parents had been evaluated with mild disapproval during parent-teacher interactions on a few occasions, the question of their marriage and assumed adoption ever-present in the thoughts (and rarely eyes) of the older-fashioned teachers. Amber was oddly proud of Karen's little girl when she first heard of her behaviour, although she didn't let it show. Karen herself was more or less happy that Mary had shaped up in time. She knew that being an atrocious young madam would earn her a permanent reputation.
Amber had no hand in what spells were used on Mary to enhance her. That was entirely Karen's job. She had been told that Mary's intellect was consistently that of someone twice her age, and she swore like a sixteen-year-old when it suited her. She looked down on her classmates, completing her homework with ease. Some of her teachers couldn't shake the feeling that her academic superiority was owed to something unnatural... Or that it were simply unnatural in and of itself.
Amber exited from the scene.

M: "It seems that the bullet trajectory is a tad off-center. So it matches up with the viewmodel."
K: "Exactly. Which is why it's important to choose if you want to be left or right-handed."
Karen had never believed in the stories about video games contributing to violence, but she had to say, the amount of hours Mary could spend wasting droves of rifle fodder was impressive. Perhaps she was ready...

K: "So. Dearest."
M: "I don't have any money to spare, sorry."
K: "AHAHAHAHA!"
Karen walked off a cliff while laughing.

M: "Aahahaha!"
K: "Oh, God dammit!"
M: "It's okay, we'll only have to head back a little while..."
*POW*
Mary's player character was shot in the head, leaving her with a sliver of health remaining. She immediately whipped around, spotted the culprit, and ended him.

K: "Jesus... You handled that like a pro."
M: "Thank you. I've been hard at work improving myself lately.~"
K: "Mary. How would you like to eat your first?"
Mary stalled for a moment. Her eyes lit up.

M: "You mean, like... My first prey?"
K: "Yep! I think you're ready."
M: "Oh, goodness... If you say I am, then I suppose... What shall I do?"
K: "Just wait here, sweetie. I'll go get them."
A: "Get who?"
K: "Am. Mary's going to eat her first."
A: "Ohhh! Really? This is wonderful! May I watch, dear?"
M: "You may."
Karen lurched from her seat out of the room in excitement.

K: "(Don't ler her leave, okay?)"
A: "(Alright.)"

Finally! Mary was going to eat her first human being! Amber could barely contain her excitement!
A: "Wow. Your first, huh? Are you excited?"
M: "Oh, certainly! I've been looking forward to this for quite a while. I wonder how it's going to feel."
Amber took a deep breath, a sulfurous funk greeting her nostrils. The scent of Mary's digestion. Mary was built unique, thanks to Karen's careful cultivation. Her digestion process was accelerated, her food being processed in about half the time. The tradeoff... Was flatulence issues, which still lingered in the air around her.
She had also served her daughter some gas foods a while back, and Mary had been carelessly stinking up her room with the aftermath. Even before Karen had returned from work, her toots pronounced themselves quite frequently as they escaped her body. Doubtless Karen had sat through it while they played.

Karen retreated back down to the basement. She was about to do something unthinkable.
Her belly sucked inwards, full of slimy confectionry mulch with her prey mixed into it.
*glk... Rrph.*
One victim, selected at random, rose from her slimy gullet into her mouth, still covered in goop. A woman with deep dark skin, aged at 20. Karen started to return to Mary's room, wiping off any food with her tongue for re-ingestion. She used the back of her shirt to dry her off afterwards.

K: "Alright, guys! Here she is!"
She removed her top hand from the clasp to reveal the nude woman. Amber's face played host to a nervous grin, her eyes wide.

K: "(Sorry, it's gonna be 3,156.)"
A: "(You're feeding her a woman that you already ate?")
K: "(Uh...)"
A: "(That's... Seriously hot...?! You're basically regurgitating to feed your young...!)"
M: "Oh, she's beautiful. Like a little piece of chocolate."
K: "Her name's Trisha."
Trisha tried to scream, but nothing came out.

K: "(That's precisely what she'll be, soon enough...)"
A: "(Hahahaha.)"
Trisha wanted to tell Mary where she had come from, with some small hope that it might spoil her appetite. But on second thought, it was probably better to die alone than fused together with nine others.

K: "So, you know how to do it, right?"
M: "Yes."
K: "I'm starting you off with something small to swallow. She'll get bigger afterwards."
M: "And then I'll feel her inside?"
K: "That's right. It'll be an experience to remember."
M: "I would assume so."
She looked down at her  as she was deposited into her hands. Her eyes gleamed with hope as she licked her lips. This wasn't just the hope to feed...
Suddenly, Trisha gasped. She had to breathe again. Her former predator was dispelling some of the effects she used to make her dining more enjoyable.

M: "Hello there, little Trisha. You look tasty..."
She stared upwards in disbelief at the little giant eyeing her up. She couldn't be... A middle schooler? Younger? The well-washed scent of her palm fused with the suspiciously pungent air in the room.

K: "Once you've eaten her, you'll be a proper young lady."
Amber nodded affirmatively. Mary had been raised under the belief that eating her first human would be her progression to adolescence. And to catch and devour her first by herself would be her rite of womanhood.

M: "It's an honor to meet you, ma'am. I've been looking forward to this since I was weaving my first drapes. I hope you'll forgive the bizarre circumstances..."
Trisha was kneaded gently in the opera gloves, the silk felt divine against her skin. Wait a second... This girl was nice. Nothing at all like her mother, who taunted her and her brothers and sisters in fate with delight.

A: ("She's being... Really tender.")
K: ("Yeah... Almost loving.")
A: ("Think we should...?")
K: ("Nah. She's either experimenting, or this is her style. Either way, I'm eager to see it develop.")
M: "I know there's not much I can do to keep you from worrying. I can't lie to you... We're destined to join together on this day. Adults typically eat so they can gain the energy to live... But by absorbing you, I'll grow my body and mind as well."
Trisha listened. It was all she could do.

M: "I know you probably think it's going to be painful, but really. It's nothing of the sort. You won't feel anything bad..."
A: ("Wow. She's pretty good at this.")
K: ("Yes. Notice how her food's breathing has stabilized. It's still tense, but it's not made erratic by runaway fear.")
M: "It'll be okay. Once you're inside, you'll be surrounded by warmth all around you. Warmth like a womb... It'll feel great. And gentle."
A: ("She's doing great!")
Mary hugged Trisha closer to make her feel more secure. She was pressed between the hands and abdomen. A comforting embrace, made somewhat less so by the instinctual growl that Mary's stomach gave off. It was ready.

A: ("Uh... Oops.")
K: ("I don't even think she noticed.")
M: "Yeah. It'll be fine. After that, you won't feel anything bad. You'll go to sleep, very slowly... The entire process will be a very intimate, dreamlike experience. And then you'll be a part of me. Please don't feel bad about any of this. I don't know very much about my moms..."
K: ("Oh?")
Mary gestured to Karen as she spoke, Trisha watching in her palm. Her vision was blurred by tears.

M: "But I want to get closer to them. I know that she would feel proud of me if I became more like her. Following in her footsteps. To me, it's like a rite of passage. Do you understand?"
Trisha sat alone with her thoughts. Indeed, it seemed that she had no choice. But why...? Why was she okay with this? Why was she accepting her fate so easily? And this girl... How could she sentence her to death like this?

K: ("So cute...!")
M: "It's all going to be okay. Alright, Trisha? I'll be as gentle as possible."
She lovingly rubbed her little friend in her palm, ready to ingest her. Trisha looked up, her eyes meeting with Mary's gentle gaze. She understood... Some things just had to be done...

A: ("Awww!")
Mary raised her sweet little chocolate bunny to her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

M: "Do you want to come in by yourself?"
Her breath wafted from her cavernous mouth. Unlike Karen's, it had a bit of an unpleasant smell to it. Yes, she was breathing, now... Mary's stomach and style was different. She'd be getting eaten under entirely different rules.

K: ("Mary, she's actually doing it! My God! You're a natural!")
M: ("Ah... Thanks...")
Trisha made her trepidatious approach towards Mary's mouth. The last thing she'd see. It was kind of bestial in aura. But it had a special kind of human warmth to it.
It really was warm... Each gust of breath caressed her body as she set foot on the squishy tongue. It soaked up her every footstep with a spongy, wet tickle to her feet. It was like walking on a wet matress.
She made her way past the smooth white teeth... She was surrounded on all sides by body heat, made more comfortable by her prior experience.

M: "I'm going to move my tongue, okay?"
She tried her best to speak with her mouth full. Then it happened. The tongue gave way beneath Trisha's feet and began to caress her. It wasn't noisy or violent like Karen's, either. It was tender, like the tongue itself. Her mouth gently crackled and clicked as the tongue made contact with the inside of her mouth.
Trisha rose up and down, accumulating a coat of saliva in no time flat. The soft muscle she was being tasted with gave her chills as she was pressed against the cheeks and palate. The feeling this periodic compression gave her was sort of like sex. She was being tastefully weighed down upon, the situation permitting the pun. Trisha lightly chuckled at it.

M: "Okay... It's time to come closer..."
The closest a human being could come to another was by being inside them, or being brought inside. But this... Trisha thought about it for a moment. Being in the very core of this young lady's body... And being absorbed. She'd spread out through her form, making her stronger. Her mind avoided where the parts of her that weren't used would go by habit, the thought never even crossing her mind.
And then...

M: "ah..." *GLOP*
Her flesh folded over her form in one tight go, the swallowing sound echoing in Trisha's ears as it bounced arount the throat. Her trip through Mary's hot pipes had begun. The girl's lifeline. In a poetic way, this journey was life itself... Trisha's thoughts swirled through her head, adding her romantic perspective to the drama she was caught up in.
*SPLooompf.*
She plunged into the juicy belly. The sound of the splash was muffled by the stomach acid crowding her ears, although none of it got inside. Acid... So this really was different.
Trisha surfaced from the pool and surveyed her surroundings. She still retained her dark vision from touring Karen's insides. The acid looked a sickly hue, but the rest of her gut was quite vibrant. Trisha didn't know it, but the girls' greedy bellies weren't supposed to look like this. They were supposed to be tight. Constrictive. Instead, they were chamber-like.
The oxygen that was caught up in her ingestion allowed her to breathe for a moment. The smell was... Indescribable. The pleasant smell of her refined choice in perfume was gone, replaced by something more honest. The air around her was horrendously sparse. Even more than the strange air in Mary's room.
She didn't have much time before she grew bigger. More matter meant more nutrition... And more heft.

M: "Oof... I can feel you inside. Can you please try moving around? You'll fall asleep soon..."
Trisha started to struggle, and an interesting sensation built up in Mary's tummy. It felt intriguing. Nice, maybe?

M: "Ah... It's tickling...!"
K/A: ("So cute, so cute, so cute!")
She was indeed being very cute. Even Trisha felt suckered into her reaction, her breathing and heart rate audibly accelerating from above.
Some time passed, and Mary felt the bubbly feeling in her belly quiet down. Trisha's muscles were getting weak, and not from the motion. She had expended all the oxygen inside of her.

M: *Uhp.* "Excuse me. Alright, you're almost there. Just keep at it.~ We're almost done.~"
Mary's gentle cooing coached Trisha through her plight. She really felt like she was just going to sleep, not being euthanized. She kept moving... She kept moving... Kept... mo... ving... k...

M: "Thank you. Again..."
Trisha lost consciousness. Mary turned to her parents, supervising the process. She grinned a hopeful grin, her eyes twinkled with the light of due praise.

M: "So... What did you think?"
A: "That was absolutely incredible! I've never seen anything like it!"
K: "My dear, you are just too cute for words!"
The two moved to embrace their daughter, the three of them proud.

K: "I love you so much, you little beast. And I love you too, Am."
A: "Same here, Kara... This is just great."
M: "It... Really feels great..."
Mary felt complete. Like she could cry.
And as for Trisha... She slowly faded away, her remains being swept into the colon. Mary knew where she was at all times, the progress through her body amazing her with the expedience of the process. She didn't expect it to be so fast!
The sounds of her food moving through her body were allowed to bellow out while she was all alone or in comfortable company, and she was convinced she could feel more than just the groaning. She felt like her bones were getting stronger, her nails and hair thicker... It was mostly her imagination, but she was just so excited! She continued to play with Karen, Trisha's chocolate-colored body already turned into chyme. And then, back into chocolate... She thoughtlessly farted as she continued to digest.
*Prupt!*
*Prrbt.*
*Brut~!*
Karen felt an odd sense of pride as the room refilled with the odor of hydrogen sulfide. Her vulgarity, her newfound taste for humans... She was turning out quite a bit like Karen, wasn't she? Yes, beneath the regal manners and dress, behind the sweet personality and procedure... She could tell that Mary was a hungry predator. Even if her heart wasn't cold like Karen's.
For the time being, she would wait and see how she developed. And she would enjoy her years of wedded bliss with her family.


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12 YEARS LATER

Amber and Karen were as playful as ever. Their relationship had begun to lose steam due to human nature, and Karen didn't like that. Her ideals forbid such a thing coming to an end. So she changed human nature itself. She wasn't ever planning on leaving her sweetheart.

Amber burst from Karen's rear, as if sprinting through a ribbon. She might as well have been.

K: "Jesus... You're like a little ball of lightning. You've gotten pretty good at this. We've been doing this for quite a while now, and it's still a wild ride."
Amber had come up with a little game where she'd race through Karen's digestive tract, attempting to finish as quickly as possible. Running on such a squishy surface was quite difficult, and it seemed that luck held a large factor in determining her time.

A: "So, how'd I do?"
Karen showed her the huge timer, the glaring red numbers staring back at her.

K: "Pretty good. Not as good as last week, but still good. This is really silly, you know...?"
A: "Yeah. Times like this... You ever wonder about our daughter?"
K: "Yep. Wanna talk to her?"
A: "Sure!"
Karen smiled. Times like this were what made her love Amber.

A: (... "Hello?")
M: ("Mother?")
A: ("Hey, there! How's it going?")
K: ("Hey. I'm here too.")
M: ("Everything's great. I'm making progress in enchanting, and I'm getting ready for a chow break. Hehehe.")
K: ("Ooh. Whatcha got?")
M: ("Some young devil girl from work. Evidently, she doesn't appreciate me or my hard work. She's been quite a bully lately.")
She tousled her long, beautiful black hair.

M: ("Seems that sophisticated ladies are few and far between these days. Perhaps she was jealous of my feminine superiority? Or my expensive dress? Well, she'll like me plenty once she's hypnotized.")
A: ("Hahaha. Are you sure she doesn't like you already?")
M: ("Beg pardon?")
K: ("Alright, Mare bear, Amber's about to say something deep and profound, because that's the kind of woman she is. So listen up.")
M: ("Very well...")
A: ("Did Karen or myself ever tell you the story of how she and I met?")
M: ("... Well, I know she ate you. Is there more?")
A: ("Well, it was a fairly normal day. I had a crush on Karen, and... I didn't like how I felt. So I distanced myself from her, and was very rude to her.")
K: ("It's true. I just wanted to be friends with her.")
A: ("And one day, she came up to me and humiliated me in front of the students. She was trying to pressure me into accepting her, and I rejected her anyways.")
K: ("I didn't like that.")
A: ("No, she didn't like that. So she captured and ate me.")
M: ("Right. I knew about that part.")
Lara explored Mary's room in her free time. The freakish girl who shrunk her down to this humiliating size. The air in the room felt thin and smelled queer. A chilling piece of evidence of Mary's true lifestyle. It was the type of evidence that Karen was most fond of. An inconclusive hint.

A: ("... And I guess what I'm trying to say, is... You should always be open to new possibilities.")
K: ("Yeah. Not all prey have to die. Amber's the sweetest sugar I ever ate, and she's still alive.")
A: ("No, stop!~")
M: ("Hahaha, you two. Well, that's certainly a lot to think about.")
K: ("Well, in the end, it's both of you who decide what happens. Her attitude, yours, your procedure...")
M: ("I see. Yes, that is the fun of this, isn't it? Well, alright. I'll try something new and we'll see where things go.")
K: ("Attagirl. Well, I'll leave you to things now. Love you.")
M: ("Love you too!")
A: ("Don't get too invested! It'd break my heart to see yours broken!")
M: ("Don't worry, I know how to take care of myeslf.~")
A: ("Love you!")
And with that, she walked back into her room and spotted her morsel. The room was topographically insurmountable at her size, and her dread returned to her bosom as Mary reappeared before her.

L: "You're... You're really gonna eat me?!"
Mary smiled. She was already making the mistake of getting her hopes up a little too high. Exciting new ideas assembled together to break down her stony will. After all, little Lara just looked so cute like this. She had to eat her.
Would she make her into waste, or a wife? An amusing thought.

M: *sigh* "Well, come what may.~"
L: "What? Hey, let go!"