There she was, just like every other day. Sitting across from you on the bus, on her way to school along with the rest of the masses that populated public transit in the morning. You’d known her since middle school, but quite frankly hadn’t spoken a word mutually outside of class. You could tell she was kind of shy, and you were too. Your watchful eye took notice of the fact that she preferred to be alone at mostly all times. In the library, at lunch, and even right now on the bus, she was by herself. You gulped. Today would finally be the day to make a move, you resolved. It would have to wait until later though, since you both came to your stop right then.



You stuck closely behind her. Not too close, but not far at all, either. Fortunately, the masses of students had all gotten off in front of you, leaving the both of you at the very rear of the pack. Speaking of rears, hers looked wonderful. It was generously sized and well-shaped, fit snug inside a pair of tight yoga pants that she must’ve had a million pairs of with how often she wore them. You couldn’t blame her, they always looked comfy. A green hoodie complimented the casual look, hiding both her modest breasts and part of her ass. Her medium blonde hair went just over the top of her back, sitting mostly inside her hood, while other loose, wavy strands resided elsewhere around her face. You couldn’t wait any longer. She had infatuated you for so long and for so many years. You knew she was exactly your type. Slowly, your pace increased to catch up to her, consciously making an effort to not seem too creepy or stalkerish. Before long, you were right behind her. Your heart beated palpably. With deft precision, you grabbed her by the waist and covered her mouth before she could scream, tackling her into the bushes next to you. It was finally time to eat.



She squirmed hard under your hold, but it was mostly in vain seeing as you sat on top of her, pinning the poor girl to the ground hopelessly. You could feel the vibrations of her screams against your hand, and felt excited that your plan had worked so well. You began removing her hoodie. It was tricky with all the squirming, but you knew the taste would be so much better without it on. Not that you could speak from experience, anyway. This was going to be your first ever meal! Gradually, you managed to pull off her sweater, leaving her in just a thin white top. You blushed, as you could actually see her bra through it, competently containing the two blobs of meat on her chest. For whatever reason she’d stopped screaming at this point. You figured she must’ve run out of energy or something. For a moment you pondered how you would remind her pants, until you were snapped out of your deep thought be a wet, slimy tug on your right hand. You looked up, eyes widening at what you saw. She was starting to eat you instead.



Panicked, you tried tugging your arm out of her gullet with all your might, though it seemed to do the opposite as you merely got yanked in to your shoulder for your efforts. Your head was right up against her maw. You could feel her warm breath as time seemingly stopped for several moments, before the realm of tranquility was abolished by her maw engulfing your entire head.



You struggled in what could only be described as futility, as the girl you fantasized about for so long gulped you down like a slab of meat. She found hardly any obstructions in her plight. You weren’t exactly skinny, but not large anywhere either. Just a perfect breakfast to be enjoyed by this lovely blonde girl. Before long, she was slurping up your legs, forcing the last of you into her tight, distended belly. Her shirt stretched magnificently, as the both of you fell asleep rather quickly. She, enjoying the afterglow of a meal, and you suffocating in the acidic, inhospitable atmosphere of her belly...



Hours later, your eyes flew open. A wash of relief came over your entire being. It was just a dream... You never made your move, never got eaten, and—



That’s when you noticed. Your breasts. Your eyes widened as you stared dumbfounded at your chest.

At was large, soft, *very* real, and most importantly far different from before. The revelation also had you take note of the wavy blonde hair on your shoulders, as well as your face. You brushed it aside, getting a better look at yourself. White top, black yoga pants... and a forest green hoodie sitting right where you’d discarded it. Except now, you were someone else. You were her.



Quickly, you threw the hoodie back onto your body, covering up your swollen chest and slightly over the crest of your perkier butt. Standing up straight, you could feel your thickened thighs rub together. Except she’d eaten you. How in the world were you in her body? Reaping the benefits from what was no doubt the fat added from processing your old body? It hardly made sense, but here you were. Stuck in the body of the girl you couldn’t take your eyes off of for years. You still had all your old memories, but also all of hers. Your name was Brianna. You were seventeen years old, and a senior in high school. Pulling out your phone, you put in the passcode which you feel you always knew. It was almost noon. You also knew your mom would kill you for missing first and second period...



Fortunately, you still had another 30 minutes before your next class. It was nice knowing you at least probably wouldn’t need to eat lunch considering your filling breakfast and all, though a growl in your lower half spelled an ill-omen. You would be lucky to not spend all of third period locked inside the bathroom...