Saint Miltuina's Mandy alt scene

START SCENE: MANDY TOUR ALTERNATE


[If Anita was eaten and digestion is currently < 3, allow this scene. Prompt revealed by “She looks tasty”.]

You approach the girl, a wicked plan forming in your mind. "Hey there" you announce yourself with a smile on your face. The girl offers an awkward "H-Hey" of her own, eyeing your distended gut suspiciously. Good, she isn't running. She might just be gullible enough for this to work.

"Crowds make you nervous too, huh?" you say shyly, making yourself look as non threatening as possible. "I came in here to get away from them, looks like you had the same idea. I'm $name, you?"

"Mandy" she mutters. She's still looking at your gut. Perfect.

"Wondering who's in there? Someone tried to jump me from behind a bush before I even got to the main building, but I managed to get the better of them. Some people, honestly. It's not even the first day of class!" She's nodding along with you, smiling shyly. For a moment you wonder if taking advantage of such an innocent girl is the right thing, but you put those thoughts aside. "If you don't mind me asking, what's someone like you doing in a place like this? You don't really seem the pred type."

"W-Well, I... I'm not very good at eating people. I've only ever eaten one person before, and they she did it because she lost a bet with someone else. Then her friends started talking about eating me, so I let her out and ran. I want..." Her hands clench into fists, and she looks you in the eyes with a determination so intense you lean back slightly. "I want to be a strong, powerful predator who isn't scared of being eaten by anyone!" With her hands balled up in front of her and her cheeks puffed out resolutely, she's the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life. You almost feel bad for what you're about to do. Almost.

"Wow, you sure have a long way to go then, huh?" She deflates at that, but you continue. "I have an idea. You need practice being a pred, right? So practice on me!"

"W-What?" She's taken aback by that. "On you? But you..." She trails off, looking at your still-bloated belly with apprehension.

"Don't worry, I won't try to fight you or anything. If you can get me down, that's that, no escape attempts. If you can't... well, I eat you? That sounds fair, I think."

High success chance.
If Succeed, go to A
If Fail, go to G

A
Mandy seems like she's about to back out, but a fresh surge of determination sweeps over her. "Al-alright!" She shouts enthusiastically. She kneels down, apparently intending to take you in feet first. "Could you..." she asks, and you oblige, sitting on the floor with your legs out. "Ok" Mandy says, steeling herself. "Here I go."

She opens her mouth wide, guiding your feet inside. She crawls forward, your legs slowly disappearing down her throat as she does, her lips pulling tight against your thighs. She's starting to have trouble as she forces her way up your hips, using her hands to squeeze your ass inside her mouth. Eventually, she gets to the biggest problem: your stomach, still bulging with the partially-digested mass of your last meal. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Anita. Putting every bit of that fiery determination to use, she grabs your shoulders and pulls you towards her waiting gut, inch by inch. Approaching the widest part of your bloated midsection, she pulls with everything she has...

Low success chance
If succeed, go to B
If fail, go to C

B
And with a squelch, her lips reach the peak of your fleshy hill and over it, the tension of her painfully stretched mouth pulling the rest of your torso inside of her. Almost beaming with pride, barely able to believe she pulled it off, she stops for a moment to let out a joyful laugh, muffled by your body.

You're actually impressed, despite what this means for you. "Wow, nice work! But you aren't done yet, there's still more of me to go!"

You feel your breasts squashed by her lips as she tries to smile, success giving her a second wind as she gulps down the rest of you, tilting herself upward to let gravity help her finish the job. The last thing you see is her overjoyed face before your head slides down her gullet to meet the rest of you, Mandy sitting back to let you support most of her weight as she lets out a massive gasp, her gut - now bigger than her own body - settling on the floor. From deep inside her, you can hear her heart pounding so loud you can feel the blood pulsing all around you as she hyperventilates. Eventually, she gets her breathing under control enough to talk.

"I... I did it!" She says, gasping. "I actually did it! I can't believe... oh wow, oh god, oh wow." As she starts to come down from her post-success high, her ecstatic grin slowly fades, replaced by dawning realization of what this actually means. "$name, are you ok in there?"

You're partly shocked that something so impossible happened, partly happy for Mandy's impossible success, and partly worried for what's going to happen to you. Wait, didn't you plan on this being an easy meal?

Well, you did promise her, after all, and some odd part of you wants to see her grow up big and strong. Seems like your wicked thoughts from earlier just couldn’t handle the sheer power of her cuteness. "A deal's a deal, Mandy. You wanted to be a big strong predator, right? Here's your first step."

She seems not to know what to make of this. "Are... are you really ok with that? Just letting me di-digest you? Isn't that a bad thing?"

"Mandy" you say, earnestly, still captivated by this bizarre passion. "In this world, your life could end at any moment, all you ever accomplished churned away into fat on someone's ass. If you spend all your life running from risky situations just because you're scared, you'll never be anyone and then you get eaten anyway. When I came in here I could have just eaten you right then and there and there wouldn't have been anything you could do about it. Are you going to let that happen again?"

"N-no?" She replied, hesitantly. Then she rallied herself. "No, I won't let it happen again! I'm gonna go out there, get to the top of the class, and eat anyone who tries to stop me!" Filled with determination, she moved to get up, only to fall back on her ass as your weight pulls her down. "Err... as soon as I finish digesting you, that is." You can imagine the sheepish look on her face as if you were looking at her directly.

She sits there with you curled up inside her, unable to move as you slowly soften inside her. Even if she hadn't told you, it would be obvious that she was an inexperienced predator, her digestive juices feeling more like a gentle hot tub than the burning acid you felt from the various stomachs you've escaped from. It's soothing, feeling a slowly building warmth spreading through your body as you lose sensation, and you can't help yourself from falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

Hours later, Mandy walks up the the front desk and explains that she bit off a bit more than she could chew and missed the tour, gesturing to her still-massive belly. The woman at the desk, chuckling, pointed her in the direction of the cookout, and Mandy went on her way. Through the entire encounter, Mandy didn't stutter or hesitate once.

Years later, the Valedictorian of her graduating class stood proudly at the podium, delivering a speech as other students grumbled. Countless students had tried to unseat her from her position on the top,and most of them had ended up on a one way trip to her gut. Every trick, trap, and ambush had been sprung on her, but not one of them ever succeeded. Those who survived the failed attempts could often be heard grumbling about how she seemed to have eyes on her ample backside, which was currently sticking out slightly from her pants. If you looked closely - but not too closely, lest you end up inside it - you could see a tattoo, the one flaw in an otherwise perfect student. The tattoo was of a name, in elegant cursive: "$name"

Story End


 C
And she just can’t make it. From your position on your back, you can pinpoint the exact moment her hope dies, her face falling in defeat. Her lips, stretched impossibly wide over your oversized belly, release their hold on you as she dejectedly slides back down, your torso emerging back out of her throat slowly. As your legs exit her stomach, you grin. Just as planned.

“Wow, you almost made it! Shame, I guess you just aren’t cut out to be a predator. Now for your end of the deal.” Mandy is so distraught from failure that she can’t bring herself to fight you as you open your mouth wide around her head. As you start to move her down your throat, she slumps into you. You’re really starting to feel bad for her, but thoughts of letting her go vanish as the taste of her marshmallow-soft skin reminds you of what you stand to gain here. Two in one day, on your first day at that!

Gently, you move the rest of the girl’s torso into your gullet, stopping for a bit to tease her small breasts with your tongue, her arms dangling limply outside your mouth as you gulp her down. Her hands disappear into your maw as you work your way down her, and you start to encounter the real problem: as her head passes through your esophagus and into your stomach, the remains of your last meal bulge out even more, and you start to wonder if she’ll even fit. Now seems like a bad time to back out, though, so you push on.

Mandy being so limp is really working out in your favor, as it allows you to grab hold of her butt and position her vertically,  gravity doing most of the work for you as her legs slip inside you. It’s slow going, though; bloated as you are, you need every ounce of your concentration just to avoid vomiting her back up. The last few seconds before her feet enter your mouth are agony, but the feeling of her finally settling into a ball inside you with one final, massive gulp is pure heaven. You lean back on your ass, worried that even opening your mouth to talk might ruin everything.

Eventually, you catch your breath from the massive effort and look down at your distended gut. You’re bigger than you’ve ever been in your life, packed so full you can barely stand it, and you know for certain that even one kick from the girl inside of you would send everything coming right back up. Good thing she seems to have given up, then. You feel certain that the only reason you could get her down in the first place is due to how small she was.

“Bask in the glory of your success” go to D
“Talk to the girl” go to E

D
(Not sure what to put here, might delete)

Go to F

E
“So... how are you doing in there?” You ask your massive stomach, hoping to avoid any fight from her. All you can hear from inside you is a muffled whimpering, though, so it looks like you don’t need to worry on that front.

If Mandy does not fight, continue down with preyhealth -1
If Mandy fights, go to I

“Aww, don’t be so down! You made a really good try, almost got me down! Be honest, though: if something like this is enough to break you entirely, your dream was never going to come true. Better to be eaten by me than someone who wouldn’t even give you a chance, right?” The only response is more whimpering. Man, did she just forget how to talk? Having all your hopes and dreams crushed before your eyes must hurt a lot more than you realized.

If Mandy does not fight, continue down with preyhealth -1
If Mandy fights, go to I

“S-sorry” comes a voice so quiet you might have imagined it. Wait, was that whimpering from before her talking? You tilt your head down, pressing your ear against your gut - it’s big enough that your neck isn’t too stretched. “I had all these big plans, and you wanted me to go be someone strong and powerful, and even - e-even after all you did so I could afford to come here, I... I get eaten on my first day taking an impossible dare. So... sorry, mom. Guess I’ll see you soon.” With that, she relaxes her body, and the imprints in your skin caused by her limbs recede deeper into your stomach.

Preyhealth -1
Mandy has been digested
Go to F

F
You sit there on the floor for a while, just listening to your gut churn away as Mandy joins your first victim as a pile of soup inside you. Eventually, you manage to get your legs underneath you and lift yourself up, leaning on the wall for support. It’s almost impossible to move at this point, but you manage to stumble your way out of the classroom, hoping to catch the tour group at a stopping point. The weight of your stomach is massive, but you’re an athletic girl, and you half walk, half drag yourself in the right direction.

Rejoin tour group, possibly add bits to later scenes. Eating Gabby may not be possible.

G
Mandy shakes her head, backing against the wall. "You... you're just trying to trick me, right? You just want to eat me.” The jig is up, you suppose. Time for plan B.

Low success chance
If succeed, go to H
If fail, go to Z

H
You lunge at the petite girl, grabbing her shoulders as she tries to run off. You manage to get your mouth around her head as she squirms, gulping to get it inside you to stop her yelling from attracting attention. You pin her arms to her side, ignoring the weak punches and kicks she gives you as you force her shoulders into your throat, and the rest of her follows easily. As her head starts to enter your stomach, though, you realize that you might have a problem: you’re already starting to feel uncomfortably full, and half of her body is still dangling from your mouth. Lifting her off the ground, you press her butt against the blackboard to prevent her wild thrashing from freeing her, smudging her drawing slightly. You try to think over the sound of her muffled yelling as you wonder how you’re supposed to get the rest of her inside of you at all, let alone keep her in with all this fighting. You slap your bulging stomach with annoyance and suddenly notice that while you were thinking, Mandy’s squirming had been getting weaker and weaker, and had now stopped entirely. You press your hand against your stomach, feeling a mass of partially-digested goop before your hand hits the girl’s solid head. Had she... had she drowned in the remnants of your last meal? Feeling both satisfied and disgusted with yourself, you carefully start swallowing the rest of her.

Mandy being so limp is really working out in your favor, as it allows you to grab hold of her thighs and position her vertically,  gravity doing most of the work for you as her legs slip inside you. It’s slow going, though; bloated as you are, you need every ounce of your concentration just to avoid vomiting her back up. The last few seconds before her feet enter your mouth are agony, but the feeling of her finally settling into a ball inside you with one final, massive gulp is pure heaven. You lean back on your ass, worried that even opening your mouth to talk might ruin everything.

Eventually, you catch your breath from the massive effort and look down at your distended gut, stretching out almost taller than than you. You’re bigger than you’ve ever been in your life, packed so full you can barely stand it, and you know for certain that even one kick from the girl inside of you would send everything coming right back up. Good thing she’s unconscious, then. You feel certain that the only reason you could get her down in the first place is due to how small she was.

If Mandy does not wake up, continue down with preyhealth -1
If Mandy wakes up, go to I

You rub your stomach gently, hoping to alleviate the pressure from a meal way too ambitious for you. At this point you don’t know if you’d vomit or just pop from the sheer size of your belly.

If Mandy does not wake up, continue down with preyhealth -1
If Mandy wakes up, go to I

As you massage your gut, you feel a sudden pressure pushing up from inside you. You panic, shoving your mouth closed as hard as you can, but what ends up forcing itself out is a massive belch. You sigh, gratefully. You still feel incredibly full, but no longer in danger of losing your meal. As long as it stays still, that is.

If Mandy does not wake up, continue down with preyhealth -1
If Mandy wakes up, go to I

Finally, your massaging yields fruit, as the form of Mandy falls apart and the imprints in your skin caused by her limbs recede deeper into your stomach. No chance of her fighting her way out now.

Go to F

I
With a sudden burst of movement, Mandy starts to thrash around again. It’s pretty weak, honestly, and you would have no trouble keeping her down normally, but you were already at your breaking point and this just pushed you over the edge.

"Oh shit urp ow!" you cry out, jolting forward. "Cut it urp out!"

The girl is only encouraged by your protests, however, and another surge of pain makes you double over and caress your belly. You feel a heavy shift in your guts followed by a sudden, intense pressure. Your attempts to fight the feeling back are futile. "No..." is all you manage to mutter before you're thrown into a fit of coughing and gagging.

You feel the girl's head squeeze back into your throat and slowly push back up towards your mouth. You try to swallow her back down, but your own overfull stomach disobeys you. Before long her head starts to emerge from yours, your eyes watering from the pain as her chest starts to follow suit. Once her arms are free the process speeds up considerably as she forcibly pulls herself out of your body.

After a minute or so the agony subsides as the last of your prey regains its freedom. The girl, completely drenched in acid and the remains of Anita, sits panting on the floor, getting her bearings. (Depending on digestion state: [her soaked clothing  is clinging tightly to her small body, but she doesn’t seem to be too injured.][Her clothing is partially digested, exposing her small breasts covered with mild acid burns.][Her clothing is digested in your stomach, her nude body revealing that a fair bit of her skin was too. She’s probably going to need the nurse.] You're still coughing on the floor when she realizes she might still be in danger and bolts for the door without another word, almost losing her footing on the tile from the slimy digestive fluids.

For a time you stay lying on the floor, coughing and clutching your partially-emptied stomach, but after a while you slowly struggle back to your feet, the entire upper half of your body feeling sore. You don’t know what you were expecting, really, but this was was the most likely outcome. Maybe you'll try for round two if you can track her down later in the day, but for now you should probably catch up with your group.

Rejoin tour group, Mandy escaped

Z
You lunge at the petite girl, but your churning gut proves too unwieldy and she slips past you, running off with panic in her eyes. Slightly dejected, you decide to meet back up with the tour group. Hey, it was a long shot anyway, right?

Rejoin tour group, Mandy escaped