Diana sighed. She couldn’t possibly be more bored right now. At the front of the class Ms. Greeves continued her lecture, as most of students paid attention and took notes. Diana wasn’t one of them. In vain, she tried to refocus her attention.

“…and species that do not evolve to adapt with their environment, will eventually die out. There are many factors that can contribute to this: low resistance to changing climates, reproduction failing to outpace predation, inability to survive on dwindling resources…”

Diana zoned out again. She just couldn’t make herself care right now; she was far too tired. Diana was a talented girl, but she had a tendency to spread herself too thin. Between keeping up an A- average, acting in the school drama productions, starting on the varsity soccer team, and trying to maintain her social status as one of the popular girls by attending all the necessary parties, she was really starting to reach her limit. As a senior in high school, this was supposed to be Diana’s year to relax, but that was always Diana’s weakness: she was extremely competitive.

Diana set out to achieve at so many subjects because for as long as she could remember, she’d always felt driven to be the best. And to some extent, she was. At St. Abigail’s, her all-girls private school, Diana was one of the tallest students at 5’11”. Coupled with her long brown hair, bright blue eyes, thick lips, athletic body, and stunning features, Diana would definitely turn heads at school if there were actually any boys around. If she had to complain about one thing, it was that her breasts and other womanly curves weren’t as significant as she would have liked. But she was an overachiever after all.

Diana slumped down on the science lab style desk in front of her and blew her brown bangs off of her face. She actually didn’t mind biology, but it was only the first week of school, and it was hard to take things seriously when the first test still seemed so far away. There were more pressing matters on her mind: like play tryouts. Diana glanced apathetically to her left as her friend Alison shot her hand into the air.

“Ms. Greeves, do you think humans will eventually evolve into another species?” her friend asked.

Of course Alison’s paying attention, Diana thought to herself. Alison was one of Diana’s best friends, and probably one of the few girls that she (begrudgingly) considered smarter than her in the school. She was more petite than Diana, with long, straight black hair and bright green eyes. Alison was similar to Diana in that she liked to overachieve, but unlike her friend she focused solely on academics. She was slightly nerdier than you’d expect a friend of Diana’s to be, but she was pretty enough to be fairly popular, and it helped that they’d had all of their honors classes through high school together.

“Well, Alison, while humans are already a highly evolved species, it’s very possible. There are many extreme factors acting on us as a species that could push us to evolve. With global warming, overpopulation, and the way the internet is changing the way we communicate, for all we know, one of you in this room could very well be the next step in human evolution.” Ms. Greeves answered.

“I hope I evolve into something that cares about this…” muttered Diana’s other best friend Samantha, who was sitting on her right. Diana chuckled and gave her friend a quiet high-five under the table.

“That’s not how it works, Samantha.” Alison quietly corrected her friend, looking unamused.

“Maybe I’m just so evolved I understand it better than you, dork.” Samantha teased her friend, brushing some of her short red hair out of her face as she leaned back in her chair. Alison shook her head in disapproval while Diana rolled her eyes and smiled. The idea of Samantha evolving any kind of higher intelligence was laughable, of the three she put the least effort into school. She pretty much skated by on C’s, which she only got from copying her friends’ work. Samantha really shined on the soccer field, and Diana didn’t like to admit it, but Samantha was probably a little better than her. In a way her two friends were focused extremes of her own talents, but Diana didn’t like to think of herself as the jack of all trades and master of none. Which was why she took up drama, she was at least better at acting than either of them.

BRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!

“Finally!” Diana exhaled, pushing her seat back and getting up. Class was finally over. Students began to chatter and put their books away.

“Hey, what are you guys doing after school? You wanna go downtown and check out the streetfair?” Alison inquired.

“Uh, no.” Samantha replied abruptly, throwing an arm around Diana’s shoulder, “We’ve got important stuff to take care of.”

“What are you talking about?” Diana asked, looking at her friend in confusion.

Samantha looked at her friends with surprised disappointment. “Come on, you guys can’t be serious! Don’t tell me I’m the only one who remembers!”

“Remembers what?” Alison asked, raising an eyebrow in preemptive disappointment.

“Tradition!” Samantha shouted. “It’s the first week of school guys, don’t you know what that means??”

Her friends stared at her silently waiting for an explanation. Samantha sighed.

“Freshman.” Samantha explained, here eyes becoming smooth and conniving. “And we’re gonna haze ‘em.”

Alison closed her eyes and shook her head condescendingly. “Yeah, no thanks, some of us actually developed some maturity over the years.”

“Oh big surprise, Queen Nerd doesn’t want to have any fun.” Samantha snapped back. “Come on, Diana, lets put those freshies in their place!”

Diana pondered the idea for a moment. This was her last chance to take part in the annual hazing. She’d successfully avoided being hazed her freshman year (her tall stature helping her blend in with the sophomores,) and she hadn’t participated in the festivities at all in her sophomore and junior years. Usually new girls just got pantsed or egged, but it wasn’t too uncommon for upperclassmen to concoct more humiliating harassments. Last year in the locker room, Diana had seen a bunch of seniors hold down a little freshman girl while one of them lowered their skirt and sat their bare behind down on her face, wiggling it there for at least five minutes before they let her go. Diana unconsciously bit her lip and faintly blushed, as she imagined giving a freshman similar treatment with her own rear end. She could kind of see the appeal, it would probably feel quite empowering. And with her hyper-competitive attitude, that kind of dominance stuff was right up her alley. Suddenly Diana was brought back to reality from her fantasy as realization struck her.

“Oh sorry, Sam, I can’t. Tryouts start today after school.” Diana explained.

“I can’t believe this! We only get to be seniors once, you guys!”

“Well, the first week’s not over yet, there’s still tomorrow.” Diana offered. “We still have time to do something Friday after school or during lunch.”

“Alright, but you better not flake out on me, D.” Samantha warned as she put on her backpack and prepared to leave. “I’ve been looking forward to this all summer.”

“Personally I hope you guys abstain from this barbaric ‘tradition’ and leave those poor girls alone.” Alison stated judgmentally as she too prepared to leave.

“It’s just a bit of fun, Alison,” Diana smiled at her friend, “it’s part of the high school experience.”

“It’s childish and degrading.” Alison insisted.

“Psh, she’s just bitter. Still hasn’t gotten over that time she got hazed during sophomore year.” Samantha teased as Alison’s face went bright red.

“Haha, what??” Diana laughed, looking at her embarrassed friend.

“Remember Kathy Parker? Senior like two years ago?”

“You mean the old head cheerleader? Blonde ditz with the killer bod?” Diana recalled.

“Yeah, she sat behind me and Alison during study hall. Anyway, I guess she thought Alison was a freshmen since she used to be a midget back then, because first week of school she gets up from her desk to go to the bathroom but stops besides Alison’s desk, grabs her head, shoves it right up to her ass, and blows a massive fart right in her face!” Samantha howled with laughter. “Then she just says ‘You’re welcome,’ and leaves! Oh man you should’ve been there!!”

“Oh my God,” Diana laughed looking Alison, who stood completely still, red-faced in indignant shame as she was forced to recall her past humiliation, “How did I not know about this?”

“What’d it smell like again, Alison?” Samantha continued to tease, trying to catch her breath between laughs. “Beans? Eggs? Or did she have her own unique scent?”

Red-faced Alison silently trudged out of the room without looking back while her friends giggled.

“See you later, Alison!” Diana called out as she picked up her backpack. Time for tryouts…

---

Emily sighed with relief. Just one more day…

It was Emily’s freshman year at St. Abigail’s, and she was terrified of well, everything. Emily was a very shy, quiet girl. The thought of trying to make friends was scary enough, but even scarier was the threat of hazing from upperclassmen. It didn’t help that she was a very petite creature at 5’4”, with short light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. Before starting school she’d heard the horror stories, and she’d been on her guard ever since arriving. So far she’d successfully avoided the harassment herself, but she’d already witnessed plenty of her peers fall victim to the abuse. During lunch she’d seen some seniors force a girl to drink a soda they’d all taken turns spitting in, and just last period a similar mob of the upperclassmen had run into the room and hurled eggs at the class, nailing at least five of them. She’d even heard a rumor that a freshmen had been forced to eat out a senior girl in the handicap stall on Tuesday, and that the video was online.

Emily shuddered. Just one more day…

---

“You want me to be the tiger?” Diana asked, confused.

“I need you to be the tiger.” Ms. Richards, the head of the drama department, explained. “I can’t trust anyone else to pull it off.”

“Can’t I be one of the human characters…” Diana sighed, disheartened. Her senior year production, and she was being relegated to an animal part? It was so disappointing.

“You don’t understand, the tiger is the most important character of all. It is the conflict, it is the fear. Without the tiger, what are the other characters scared of?” she assured Diana.

“I still think I’d rather play one of the people. Why me?” Diana asked.

“Because the tiger is fierce, confident, deadly, but also beautiful to behold,” Ms. Richards explained. “I’ve seen you act, and I’ve seen you play in your soccer games, Diana. You have that inner ferocity that the role demands, as well as the outer beauty.”

Diana slightly blushed, her massive ego made her a sucker for flattering. “Well okay, that actually doesn’t sound so bad. What’s the costume gonna be like?”

Ms. Richards smiled deviously, knowing she’d already convinced Diana, “Oh it’s a sexy little thing, full body tights to show off the tiger’s majestic form.”

Diana beamed, Ms. Richards had won her over. This was what she loved about theatre. She could show off her body and not be called a slut because it was for art.

“Alright, I’ll do it! Anything special I should do to prepare for the role?” Diana asked.

“Think like the great beast,” Ms. Richards instructed, “the tiger is an apex predator, it is the top of the food chain, superior to its peers. When you walk amongst the students, think of yourself as a tiger among lambs, a beautiful carnivore amongst prey. Then you will understand what it means to be the tiger.”

Diana grinned in excitement. She was used to Ms. Richards speaking dramatically like this, after all it was her job, but this time it had really had an effect on her. This tiger stuff really complimented her competitive mindset; she loved thinking of herself as beautiful and superior being. And the timing was perfect! This was exactly what hazing was all about. She would become a social predator, the unsuspecting freshman her prey.

As her mind raced with the possibilities, her body quivered with excitement.

---

Emily couldn’t believe it was only the first week and she already had homework. To make things worse, she could barely focus. All she could think about was Friday.

Emily closed her textbook in frustration, there was no way she was getting this done right now. She needed to distract herself. Emily got up from her desk and walked into the living room. She plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote. As she flipped through the stations, her cat hopped up beside her and began to nuzzle against her. Distracted momentarily, Emily caressed her pet affectionately.

Glancing up again, she saw that she’d stopped on the nature channel. On screen was an antelope running for its life as a lioness charged after it in pursuit. A British man’s soothing voice narrated the chase as the lioness slowly caught up with its prey, pouncing and—

Emily changed the channel, shuddering. She hated these kind of shows.

---

“Ooh, get ‘em!” Diana cheered, watching the lioness bring the antelope down.

She’d decided to watch the special on big cats to help herself get in the right mindset for her new roll. She’d always thought this stuff was kind of interesting, but she was surprised how excited she was getting this time. It was like something inside of her yearned for the lioness to catch its prey, to put it in its place in the food chain.

Diana thought back to what Ms. Richards had told her and began to imagine herself as the hungry lioness. In her mind she substituted the antelope with a freshmen girl she’d seen in the cafeteria at lunch. She imagined bounding after her, athletic legs easily catching up with the petite girl. She imagined pinning the frightened girl down, looming over her and…

Grrrrowwwwllll….

Diana stared down at her stomach as it roared hungrily. That’s odd, she thought, she’d already eaten plenty at dinner. She shrugged and headed for the kitchen, maybe she was just growing. She was getting a little old for growth spurts, but she wouldn’t say no to another inch or so.

Opening the fridge, Diana surveyed the options. Her hungry eyes spotted a leftover turkey leg from dinner. Sorry Dad, she thought, knowing he was probably saving it. Desperate times…

After reheating the leg in the microwave, Diana picked it up off the plate and prepared to take a bite, when suddenly she stopped herself. She felt an unexplainable urge to have the entire meal inside of her, and now. Acting on instinct without really thinking, Diana brought the turkey leg up to her mouth and shoved the whole thing in, bone and all. In shock, she swallowed, and to her surprise she didn’t choke or gag. In fact, the leg went down so easily that for a moment she thought she’d dropped it.

Eyes wide in shock and surprise, Diana probed at her stomach with her hands. She could actually feel the whole turkey leg in there!

“Okay…” Diana thought, worried but still in shock. “this is weird…”

Diana’s stomach growled hungrily, seemingly unsatisfied.

“Man, I’ve gotta be dreaming or something…” Diana said to herself as she reopened the fridge, at this point just kind of going with it.

Reexamining the fridge, this time Diana’s eyes fixed upon the watermelon on the lower shelf. Pulling it out without thinking, Diana held the massive melon in front of her.

“I wonder if…” Diana muttered as her stomach growled once more. Suddenly she imagined the melon in front of her as the little freshman girl from her fantasy, and before she knew what she was doing, she stretched her mouth over the melon and swallowed the massive gourd down. To her surprise, her jaw and throat stretched accordingly to accommodate the melon, and moments later she stared down in disbelief at her distended, melon-shaped gut.

“Holy crap!” Diana exclaimed, “How am I even doing this??”

Diana rushed up to her room, shutting the door behind her. She pulled off her shirt and stared at her warped form in the mirror. It was like she was nine months pregnant! She rubbed her hands over her stretched stomach, trying to find some sign that this wasn’t actually happening. Suddenly, her stomach let out a satisfied gurgle.

The gurgle suddenly sent her mind back to her freshmen hunting fantasy, the melon inside her playing the part of the young girl. Instinctively she closed her eyes and hummed as she stroked her stomach, imagining the girl at the mercy of her digestive system.

“Mmm…. How you like that, bitch? You’ve just been devoured by an apex predator…”

Diana felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body. Holy crap, it felt amazing! She felt so powerful, just like the beautiful predator Ms. Richards had described. Who knew that swallowing a melon could feel so—

Suddenly Diana’s thoughts were interrupted as her cell phone buzzed on her desk. She walked over and picked it up and saw that she had a text from Samantha:

“filling up the tank, think I’m gonna give one of those freshies the Kathy Parker treatment >:3 #BringingBackTheClassics” accompanied with a picture of Samantha smugly eating a plate of beans and rice.

Her phone buzzed again in her hand, as another text from Samantha came through: “what do u got planned?”

Diana pondered for a moment. She still hadn’t come up with a good hazing idea besides sitting on a freshman’s face, but she wanted to do something—

Diana’s thought process was interrupted as her stomach again gurgled happily, sending a small wave of pleasure through her. How could she forget about her discovery! She almost texted Samantha the news, then stopped herself. If she could swallow a melon whole without problems, she could probably swallow anything. Diana’s mouth watered as the realization struck her that a little freshman would go down just as easily.

But was it okay to do something like that? It was one thing to make a freshman kiss your ass or smell your fart, but to eat them? Diana thought back to Ms. Richard’s talk once again. As a superior and beautiful predator, she should feel no shame in devouring her schoolmates, it was just the nature of the food chain.

Her body screamed yes, quivering in pleasure at the thought of swallowing up a freshman, but the rational part of her mind nagged reluctantly. It wouldn’t be right to digest someone just for her own pleasure, as much as every fiber of her being yearned for it.

Diana sat conflicted for a few minutes, then came to a compromise: it wouldn’t be immoral if she swallowed a freshman then let them out before they were digested. She’d give them a good scare and gross them out, and she’d probably get a little bit of satisfaction just from swallowing them down for a few minutes. And no one would believe them if they tried to tell people what happened. Overall, a very successful hazing.

Diana grinned hungrily, and sent a reply text to Samantha:

“haha, you’ll see! <3”

---

Emily set her sandwich down. She’d lost her appetite. All she could do was watch in horror at the scene at the next table.

A skinny, blonde freshman struggled and protested as she was pinned down on the tabletop by a tall brunette. Another upperclassmen with short red hair stood on the table, and was squatting so that her skirted rear end was just centimeters above the girl’s face. The redhead grinned and laughed deviously as she swayed her athletic behind tauntingly above her squealing victim. Nearby, a skinny girl with dark hair had her hand to her temple, shaking her head in disapproval.

---

“Heeere it comes…” Samantha teased, relishing in the young girl’s pleas for mercy. Samantha shut her eyes and bit her lip as she released her gas on the poor girl.

“Aaah~…” Samantha cooed as she straightened up and hopped down from the table, “Welcome to St. Abigail’s, bitch.”

Diana laughed as she released her grip on the young girl, who proceeded to flee from the cafeteria, retching with watery eyes as she ran.

“I can’t believe I hang out with you guys,” Alison scolded as she rolled her eyes, arms crossed, “how can you do something so disgusting to another person?”

“Hey, if you’re feeling left out I might be able to cook you up another one, fart-sniffer.” Samantha teased, wiggling her behind. “Or maybe we can call up Kathy Parker and get her to come down here and give you a second helping.”

“Stop talking about that!!” Alison demanded angrily as her face began to turn scarlet once again.

Samantha just laughed and turned to Diana, “Well it’s your turn now, D, think you can top my performance?” Alison scoffed and muttered “performance” in sarcastic outrage.

Diana’s eyes scanned the room hungrily as she responded. “Oh trust me, I’ve got something good planned, I’m just looking for the right target…” Suddenly her eyes fell on a small brunette girl sitting alone watching them from one table over. The tiny girl squeaked in fear and glanced down in meek embarrassment.

Diana smiled as her stomach grumbled. Yes, she would do nicely.

---

Emily dared to glance up again and gasped in fear and regret, the tall brunette girl was walking right towards her. She scrambled to pack up her lunch and books so she could flee. She was so close to making it through hazing week, she couldn’t let herself fall victim now. However before she could even zip up her backpack, Diana had already seated herself on the tablet top directly in front of her, legs hanging off the side.

“Hey there, you’re new here, right?” Diana asked in a soothing voice, smiling sweetly.

“Y-yes—I mean no!” Emily stammered, frozen in fear.

“Haha, I’ll take that as a yes.” Diana giggled, “don’t worry, everyone’s new once. What’s your name?”

“Emily…” she replied reluctantly, seeing no further use in lying.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Emily, my name is Diana. I’m a senior.” Diana placed a friendly hand on the smaller girls shoulder and smiled. “And well, you might have noticed, we have a little tradition here at St. Abigail’s…”

Emily shut her eyes and mustered up all of her courage. She’d been driving herself crazy with panic this past week, and it was time to face her fears. She wouldn’t give Diana the satisfaction of hearing her beg. “Listen, if you’re going to fart on me or something just do it, okay? I just want to get this over with…”

Diana raised her eyebrows in amused surprise, the little thing had more spunk than she’d expected. “Well, that’s certainly a tempting offer, but I actually have something else planned for you, Emily.”

Emily tried to remain brave, but her fear began to retake hold of her composure. “W-What are you going to do?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Diana replied seductively, placing a finger on the girl’s nose. “So how do you get home, do you take the bus?”

“No, I walk. The bus route doesn’t go by my house…” Emily replied, a glimmer of hope rising within her that this would complicate whatever Diana was planning.

“Perfect! Okay, I’ll meet you after school so I can explain the rules to this little game I have planned. Ooh, this is going to be so much fun! Well, for me, anyway.” Diana grinned eagerly, hopping off the table.

Emily tried one last time to appeal to the senior, “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind? Why do you want to haze me? I never did anything to you…”

Diana bent over so that she was close to eye-level with the sitting freshman, a wicked, eager grin on her face and her hands on her hips, “I’m going to do it because I want to put you in your place, Emily. I mean, look at me,” she continued, standing upright and doing a 360 twirl to show off her figure, “I’m taller, prettier, stronger, more popular and probably smarter than you. I’m just plain better than you, Emily, and this is just my way of proving that. I need to make sure you understand how beneath me you are.”

Emily stared at the senior in silent confusion. This girl is crazy, she thought. However her diminishing confidence in Diana’s sanity did little to diminish her fear of her.

“See you after class, Emily!” Diana chirped as she skipped away happily.

Emily sighed, at least it was almost over…

---

Emily glanced across the parking lot in dread. She’d tried to get her things together quickly enough to leave before Diana found her, but there she was, waiting for her at the end of the lot. Emily sighed hopelessly and made her way over, Diana watching her approach intently. She noticed Diana had changed into running shorts and a workout t-shirt.

“Hey there, newbie, ready to play?” Diana asked eagerly. Emily could practically see the excitement coursing through the taller girl.

“Let’s just get it over with…” she sighed, looking down towards the ground.

“Don’t sound so excited, Emily.” Diana giggled. “Okay, here are the rules: I’m going to give you a three minute head start to run home. If you can make it there without me catching you, you’re free to go.”

“What happens if you catch me?” Emily asked, confused.

“Well I guess you’ll find out if I do.” Diana said, winking at the girl and giving a toothy grin. “Aaand, start!”

Emily stared at Diana in confusion for a few moments longer, she could hardly tell if this girl was serious.

“Clock’s ticking, dear.” Diana warned, tapping her wrist where a watch would be if she was wearing one.

Emily snapped out of her stupor and bolted. She didn’t know what Diana was planning, but she was sure she didn’t want to find out. As she dashed down the street, she quickly found herself wishing she hadn’t packed so many books today. Diana looked fairly athletic, and little Emily would need every second she could get.

She was on her third block when she realized that three minutes had probably passed. She glanced back, and sure enough, Diana was in pursuit two blocks behind her, and gaining fast.

Emily cursed her shorter strides and took a left at the end of the block. There was no way she was going to outrun Diana in a straight up race, and both girls knew it. She’d have to lose her if she wanted to avoid getting caught. Thankfully, the edge of town was up ahead. Surrounding the town were wooded hills that were quite dense in foliage. If Emily could get into the forest, she would have a chance of losing Diana in the underbrush.

Emily made it to the tree line and glanced back, panting in fear and exhaustion. The sight of Diana now only one block behind reenergized her, and she dashed into the dark forest.

---

Diana felt so alive. Chasing her quarry felt so right, like it was what she’d been born to do. She felt powerful like the lioness on TV, certain of her physical superiority over her prey.

Diana dashed through the tree line and slowed her pace. A full speed pursuit would be unwise, Emily could easily lose her in the dense foliage.

“What would the tiger do…” Diana murmured to herself. Suddenly instincts kicked in; she could use this to her advantage. Diana stood still and listened. Sure enough she could hear the rustling of bushes in the distance: Emily.

Diana shot off after the source of the noise, stopping every so often to readjust her trajectory accordingly to Emily’s path. The forest only amplified her animalistic traits, she felt at home here, a hunter in its wild habitat. Before long she could hear the frantic rustling very distinctly, as well as the panting breath of a tired teenager. Emily couldn’t be more than a few yards off. Diana paused and smiled as her stomach growled hungrily.

---

Emily stumbled through another bush, lungs burning with exhaustion. She skin was covered in sweat and tiny cuts from the pricking leaves and branches of the bushes. Her body begged her to stop, but her mind feared that she hadn’t quite escaped Diana yet.

She dashed through the flora for another two minutes then nearly collapsed against a tree trunk. She was so tired, she’d never run this far and fast in her life, and her little body couldn’t keep up with her terrified mind. Panting for breath, she did her best to take advantage of the temporary setback to listen for signs of Diana.

For a moment it seemed she’d succeeded in evading her pursuer, but she gasped as her ears caught wind of the quiet but distinct sound of bushes rustling. A chill ran through Emily, Diana was close. So close that she wasn’t running anymore, she was stealthily stalking her from nearby. Reinvigorated by fear, Emily made a desperate dash deeper into the forest. Instincts in her mind screamed at her, the surrounding forest only heightening her primitive mindset. She was prey, pursued by a hunter. All that mattered was escape.

After a few yards, Emily’s foot got caught on tree root and she tumbled forward towards the earth.

---

“OWW!!”

Diana’s ears perked up at the scream. It was time to move in for the kill.

Diana sprinted forward through the surrounding shrubbery, spying Emily curled up on the ground grabbing her knee. Emily gasped as she spotted her pursuer and tried to desperately scramble to her feet, but Diana had momentum on her side.

Diana pounced, tackling the freshman to the ground once again. Emily yelped and struggled in protest as Diana excitedly pinned her down and sat down on her chest. Her whole body was rushing with excitement at her victory, and she grinned eagerly as she thought of the perfect way to drive the point home. Using her knees to hold down Emily’s arms, she swiftly rotated so that her bottom was above Emily’s face. She quickly pulled down her workout shorts and panties, exposing her athletic buttocks, her cheeks glistening slightly from the thin layer of sweat she’d worked up pursuing the freshman. Before Emily could react, Diana forcefully planted her behind on the young girl’s face.

“Yeah, that’s right! Kiss my ass, bitch!!” Diana shouted in victory, grinding her bum aggressively so that Emily’s face was forced between her sweaty cheeks. She relished the feeling of Emily’s muffled cries and squirms of protest beneath her, and she arched her back and moaned in pleasure. She felt so powerful, so dominant. So perfect.

She relaxed her efforts to humiliate the girl and ceased her grinding, allowing her weight to fall back as she comfortably sat on Emily’s squirming face. Diana sighed in contentment, wiping the sweat from her brow as she settled down and caught her breath. She kept her rump planted on Emily for about another minute then pulled her shorts up and shifted back to her original position of sitting on the freshman’s chest.

Emily gasped for air and sputtered out what must have been some of the Diana’s sweat. Diana giggled as she watched her victim readjust to freedom. “Sorry, almost forgot about you back there! I guess I got a little carried away in the moment…”

“JUST GET OFF ME!! You got what you wanted now let me go you crazy bitch!!” Emily screeched, her face hot and red from a combination of anger, humiliation, and incubation under Diana’s derriere.

“Oh, that’s not what I wanted to do. That was just a bonus.” Diana replied coyly. “Trust me, it’s about to get way worse.”

“What?...” Emily said in disbelief. She was having trouble envisioning something worse than what she’d just been subjected to.

“Emily, I successfully tracked and hunted you down, and now I want what I’ve rightfully earned…” Diana continued, bringing her face close to Emily’s, “…I want to devour my prize.”

Primal fear kicked up inside Emily, but the rational side of her mind argued back. “You’re crazy!! Stop fucking with me and let me go!”

Diana smiled confidently. She didn’t care that Emily didn’t believe her, it would only make it more satisfying when she realized how wrong she was. Without warning she tore Emily’s shirt off, then began to work on removing the girl’s skirt.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! STOP!!” Emily yelped in confused protest, but Diana paid her no heed. Before long Emily was completely nude, tears forming in here eyes due to confused indignation.

Without breaking eye contact, Diana brought her confident smiling face down to Emily’s legs. The freshmen protested struggled, but Diana’s grip was too strong. Grabbing the girl by the calves she forced Emily’s feet into her mouth. Emily’s eyes grew wide in utter terror and bewilderment, it couldn’t be possible! Diana took advantage of her prey’s momentary pause and pulled her in hard, swallowing her up to her knees.

“H-HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS??” Emily screamed in terror, watching, Diana’s mouth and throat stretch impossibly wide to accommodate her lower legs. She could feel the moist warmth of Diana’s esophagus on her calves. Diana simply continued to consume her prize, pulling her in deeper and bringing her lips halfway up Emily’s hamstrings.

By this point Emily realized she needed to resist if she wanted to remain outside of her adversary’s gut. She clawed and scrambled at the forest floor, trying to find some kind of leverage to pull herself out of Diana’s maw, but there was nothing in grasp. Meanwhile Diana pushed forward once again, swallowing the young girls hips and bringing her mouth up to her bellybutton. The sensation of Emily’s feet leaving the esophagus and entering the cavern that was Diana’s stomach sent another wave of panic through the girl. Changing strategies, she attempted to attack Diana’s face with her hands, trying to push her back. Diana was ready for her, and quickly grabbed Emily’s arms, swallowing her them up to the elbows as she surged forward up to Emily’s petite breasts.

“NOO!! STOP!!” Emily begged, realizing she was now completely at the senior’s mercy. Diana slowly pulled Emily deeper within her, taking her time to enjoy the sensation of swallowing the young girl now that she was in complete control. Before long she’d made it past the girl’s shoulders and up to her neck. She moaned in pleasure as her lips slowly worked their way over the back of Emily’s head.

“PLEASE, PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING!! PLEASE STOP!!” Emily continued to futilely plead, feeling the warmth of Diana’s lips as they began to close in around her face. Diana relished the salty taste of the girl’s tears, slowing her consumption even further to prolong Emily’s shrinking view of the outside world as her lips contracted. Emily took one last look at the forest as Diana’s lips returned to their normal dimensions, only slightly parted to allow some light in. She watched the tiny window grow farther away behind a row of pearly white teeth as she was pulled sobbing down into Diana’s esophagus.

Diana gave a mighty swallow and shivered in pleasure as she felt Emily travel down into her body. As the last of the poor girl slipped into her stomach, the tiny wave of pleasure intensified into a raging storm.

“OH GOD!!” Diana shouted, as if in the throws of an intense orgasm. But this wasn’t like any orgasm Diana had ever experienced: this was better. She’d never felt pleasure like this in her life! To think that yesterday she’d thought swallowing the melon felt good, this was utter bliss!

Diana grinned with excitement, her eyes wide as she stared down at her now enormous gut. “Oh wow…” she moaned as she watched its shape shift and bulge with Emily’s struggles within, each one sending tiny waves of pleasure through her body.

A muffled scream of terror emanated from within, causing Diana to giggle with accomplished satisfaction. “HA! I win bitch!! How’s it feel to be devoured??” She bragged to her meal.

“LET ME OUT-LET ME OUT-LET ME OUUUTT!!!!” came another muffled cry from within. Diana grinned deviously, it was amazing to have this much power over someone.

“Sorry, you’re where you belong. I told you I was going to put you in your place. You’re nothing but food in the belly of a superior creature, so you might as well get used to it, bitch!” Diana caught herself getting a little too excited. She had to remind herself that this was just supposed to be a prank and she’d have to let Emily out eventually, as per her plan. Still, she thought, it couldn’t hurt to scare her a bit more, it was all in good fun. Diana’s self-justification was good enough for her, and she ignored the fact that her primary motivator for continuing this game was the pleasure she was deriving from it.

“DIANA—DIANA, PLEASE!! I’M NOT FOOD! You have to let me out!!”

Diana giggled and jiggled her prisoner around with her arms playfully. “Oh, I don’t have to do anything. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in charge here. You belong to me now, so get comfy, because it feels pretty nice having you in there.”

Emily squealed and kicked in protest, for the moment having given up on a diplomatic means of escape. Diana scooted herself over to the nearest tree, and leaned against its trunk. For about five minutes, she sat there, enjoying the heavenly sensations brought about by her panicking meal’s struggles.

Diana sighed, realizing she’d have to let Emily out soon. It had only taken her stomach about an hour to break down the melon she’d swallowed the other day, and even though she was pretty sure Emily’s body would put up more resistance, it was probably best not to risk it. It wouldn’t be right to leave her in there, Diana tried to remind herself, she’d had her fun harassing the girl but if she didn’t let Emily out eventually, the young girl would die. That would make Diana a murderer.

Diana let out a quiet and frustrated whimper. Oh, but it just felt so great, so right! Would it really be so bad if she just ate this one girl? Would anyone really miss her? It had felt so incredible dominating the little freshman, and she didn’t want to stop now. She wanted Emily to truly know the terror of being consumed, to make her experience the horror of being digested alive inside Diana’s sexy body. She wanted the girl to know that she was just a snack for her captor’s enjoyment…

No! Diana winced and shook her head violently, trying to rid her mind of the devilish thoughts. She had to resist. Diana struggled to her feet, having trouble balancing with such a large weight now hanging off of her, and prepared herself. She realized she actually hadn’t planned on how she was going to release Emily, but she figured she could force herself to vomit the girl up. Diana sighed with determination and brought one of her fingers towards her open mouth.

Diana stopped herself. She couldn’t do it! Not yet! She was just enjoying this way too much. The senior crossed her arms in frustration, and continued her internal moral debate. Okay, she compromised, she’d go home and keep Emily inside her for an hour tops, and then she’d let her go. She was fairly confident that Emily could safely handle another hour or two without serious harm. Well she might get some minor burns or something, Diana thought, but the little bitch would just have to suck it up and deal with it. She should be grateful Diana was even going to let her out.

“Alright, come on, food. I need to get home.” Diana smiled down at her distended belly, giving it a friendly pat, before picking up Emily’s backpack and throwing it over her shoulder. After a few awkward steps, Diana managed to balance herself around her new center of gravity and made her way out of the forest, her gut violently squirming and emitting muffled cries of protest as she did.

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Diana’s car rolled into the driveway. Diana noted the absence of her parents’ cars and smiled. Excellent, they were working late tonight. Diana turned off the engine, letting out a satisfied burp as she pulled the emergency break into place. It had been tough work carrying Emily’s weight all the way back to her car, but Diana’s general athleticism allowed her to push through it. The real challenge had been doing it unnoticed. She was sure at least a few people had seen her, but hopefully they just assumed she was pregnant with twins or something. Luckily she’d parked on one of the side streets and not in the school’s parking lot, so the chance of someone she knew spotting her was much lower. Diana scooted herself out of the driver’s seat, no easy task given the way the steering wheel squeezed her between her immense gut and the back of the seat.

“Here we are…” Diana informed Emily as she grabbed the girl’s pack and hopped out of the car, before making her way to the front door.

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Emily sobbed quietly. She had given up on screaming and struggling a while ago, once it had become clear she wasn’t making any progress. She’d decided it would be wiser to saver her energy until she’d come up with a more effective means of escape or if some other opportunity presented itself. Regardless, she didn’t feel any better about her current situation. There was no light in Diana’s stomach, but Emily was almost thankful she couldn’t see surroundings. She was squeezed tight inside the fleshy sack, forced to curl into an uncomfortable fetal position. It was hot, humid and hard to breath; the sparse warm air around her stinking of vomit. She was completely drenched in Diana’s saliva and whatever disgusting fluids coated the wrinkled stomach walls. She could hear the beating of her devourer’s heart, the breath entering and exiting her lungs, and occasionally the muffled but audible taunts, giggles and moans from above.

Emily whimpered weakly as she was bounced around in her prison. Diana was on the move it seemed, probably moving through her house from the muffled sounds of doors opening and shutting. How could this be happening? The reality was very hard to come to terms with. She’d been eaten. Eaten! By a girl she didn’t even know! And why did she do it? Just because she felt like it?? How did Diana even manage it? The memory of Diana’s jaw and throat stretching to inhuman proportions to swallow Emily was still fresh in the scared girl’s mind. It should have been impossible.

Emily’s panicked mind snapped back to more urgent matters. It didn’t matter how Diana had done it, what mattered was getting out before things….escalated. Emily shivered. She wouldn’t be learning about the digestive system in anatomy class until next semester, but she already had a pretty good understanding of how it worked. Mostly that if she didn’t escape, she would never be taking anatomy class, or any other class ever again for that matter. Emily let out a wail of despair, overwhelmed by the horror of her current predicament.

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Diana waddled into her room and shut the door. She glanced down and giggled as a muffled cry emanated from within her. ‘Bout time,’ she thought. Her treat had been quiet for too long, and she’d missed her sad little outbursts.

“Having fun in there?” Diana teased, making her way towards her bed before throwing herself onto it back-first gleefully. She giggled as the mattress bounced and quaked beneath the sudden introduction of her new weight. The senior sprawled out and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable sensations of fullness that Emily provided her. Her eyes reopened suddenly as a happy gurgle broke the silence.

“Eek!” Emily yelped inside. The stomach’s sudden growl sent a primal shiver down her spine. “No, no, no!!”

Diana grinned at her belly with smug satisfaction. “Ooh, sounds like my belly’s getting ready to digest you, my little treat!” she teased, sitting up slightly to get a better view of Emily’s renewed squirming. “Are you excited?”

“LET ME OUT!!” Emily cried out, muffled by the layers of Diana’s flesh. “PLEASE! I’M SCARED!!” Inside, the stomach seemed to be getting wetter and warmer, as something secreted from the fleshy, wrinkled walls.

“Mmmm… you should be scared.” Diana replied smugly, licking her lips with satisfaction. “I’m going to digest you alive, Emily. I’m going to do it slowly, it’s going to hurt, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it. My tummy will churn you around in acid until you’re nothing but mush, and then I’ll absorb your nutrients to nourish my sexy body, and you’ll belong to me completely…”

Diana grinned, happily observing Emily’s muffled protests. “…Well maybe not completely; I guess there’ll probably be some leftovers for me to shit out later. Are you looking forward to seeing my ass again, Emily? You guys seemed to get along pretty well earlier.” Diana laughed as Emily continued to squirm in panic; the little freshman certainly didn’t seem pleased about the prospect of ending up in the senior’s toilet. Diana on the other hand, was beginning to realize she found the idea very appealing. Would that not be the ultimate act of domination? She had the power to reduce this girl into nothing but her waste; a final humiliation to decisively add insult to injury. Diana blushed as she imagined the remains of the girl passing through her bowels, slowly making their way down until they reached the final exit: her anus. Diana’s body quivered with excited pleasure, and she actually thought she could make out a distinct tingle of pleasure coming from her hindquarters, as if it was excitedly anticipating the opportunity to plop out the poor girl.

“Agh, stop!” Diana commanded herself, interrupting her own fantasy. This was getting out of hand, fantasizing about digesting Emily was only making it harder to motivate herself to let the girl out. It was time to put a stop to this before she gave into the urges.

Diana sat up, but she couldn’t work up the willpower to begin releasing Emily. It felt so wrong to just give up her meal. She’d worked so hard for it, and if she let the freshman out, she’d come away from this with nothing. Well, she’d have a funny hazing story, she admitted, but the reward didn’t seem sufficient for the effort she’d put into this. She deserved something for all her trouble.

Suddenly Diana had an idea. She hopped up from the bed and grabbed her phone from her desk. She skipped over to her mounted mirror and stared at the reflection of her pregnant-looking body. Smiling, she pulled her workout shirt off and threw it aside. She practiced a few sexy poses before settling on one, then smiled and readied her phone’s camera.

SNAP!

Diana glanced down at her phone as her stomach resumed it’s angry squirming. There, now she wouldn’t be walking away with nothing, she’d have a souvenir to remember the experience by. Diana smiled as she looked at the photo for the first of what she assumed would be many times in the near future. Another gurgle emitted from her stomach. Hm, Diana thought, was one photo enough?...

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Emily sobbed and squirmed in the senior’s belly. She didn’t know what was going on outside, and she didn’t care. There were more pressing matter at hand inside the stomach, namely, the digestive juice that was beginning secrete from the walls at an alarming rate, forming a small but growing pool of the bile at the bottom of the stomach. Only Emily’s feet and behind were partially submerged in the disgusting puddle, but the tight confines of her prison meant the rest of her was quickly being coated in a layer of the foul fluid as well.

Emily thrashed in panic, recalling how Diana had happily informed her that she would soon be nothing but the senior’s waste. Emily had no intention of taking that trip. She didn’t want to die, and she wanted even less to be disposed of in such a humiliating fashion.

Emily squeaked as her skin began to tingle, especially around the small scrapes and cuts she’d gotten from running through the forest.

“No, Noo!!” Emily cried, knowing that the digestive acids were beginning to take effect.

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Diana sat on the edge of her bed and dug through Emily’s backpack. So far she’d found some textbooks and the girl’s wallet. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill before tossing the wallet aside, into the pile Emily’s clothes that Diana had brought back from the forest. Diana pocketed the cash and continued to search through the freshman’s pack. Finally, she found what she’d been looking for.

Diana pulled out the girl’s phone. She supposed she could have used her own phone for what she had planned, but she didn’t want to risk it getting gross or damaged; it was better to just use Emily’s. She took a few minutes to set passwords for the phone’s calling, texting and internet functions, then tapped her squirming belly to get Emily’s attention.

“Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking!” Diana announced happily. “I hope you’ve all been enjoying your stay in Diana Airlines.”

“PLEASE!! DIANAAA!!!” Emily responded, temporarily ceasing her struggles to more effectively beg with her captor. “PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO!”

Diana rolled her eyes and smiled. “For you information, you big baby, I’m about to do exactly that. But first, I need you to do something for me.”

Diana’s bulging stomach went silent and motionless. Emily was clearly paying keen attention to any possibility of escape.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what the favor is?” Diana teased, swaying her full tummy back and forth, enjoying the power she had over the girl.

“W-what do you want?” Emily quickly but carefully responded.

“Well, since I’ve decided to be nice and let you off easy this time, I think the polite thing for you to do would be to help me create a little souvenir to show your gratitude.”

“…a souvenir?” Emily’s muffled confusion emanated from within the soft flesh.

“Yes, we’ve had so much fun together today, and I want something to remember the experience by. Here’s how this is going to work: I’m going to swallow down your phone, and you’re going to take some pictures of yourself in there. I want to see you curled up in my tummy, trapped inside me. After that, I’ll cough the phone back up, and if the pictures are to my liking, I’ll let you out and you can go home.”

“You’ll let me out?? You’re not going to digest me?” Emily asked cautiously, hope beginning grow inside her.

“Oh come on, Emily, did you really think I was going to let you die in there?” Diana responded dramatically, as if offended, “I can’t believe you think I’d do something like that, do you think I’m a total bitch or something?”

“I’ll take the pictures.” Emily responded, not answering Diana’s question.

“Good girl.” Diana replied smugly, patting her stomach in approval.

“Okay, here it comes, and don’t even think about trying to call anyone, I’ve put passwords on everything. Besides, like anyone would believe it…” Diana cautioned as she brought the freshman’s phone up to her mouth. She placed the device on her tongue and quickly swallowed.

“Look out below…”

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Emily felt her phone squeeze out onto her head out of the sphincter above her. She picked up the device, and managed to find the on-button despite the darkness within the senior. Immediately the tight chamber was illuminated. Emily glanced at the fleshy, wrinkled walls that tightly bound her. They glistened in the phone’s light, wet with the digestive juices they were currently secreting. Below her the gathered pool of these juices could now be seen as a disgusting greenish yellow tint. The bile was up to the girl’s belly button now.

Emily shivered, it was better when she couldn’t see her surroundings. Being able to observe them just made her more aware that she was in the stomach of another girl.

“Ow!” Emily squeaked. The cuts and scrapes she’d gathered from the forest were beginning to sting. Apparently the digestive acid had seeped in and was attacking her more sensitive areas first.

Emily needed no further motivation to get to work. She selected the camera app, and held out the phone in front of her as best she could, before clicking the photo button.

SNAP!

A quick flash of light burst from the phone. Emily’s eyes readjusted and stared at the screen. She could see her own scared, wet and tired form curled up in the image. It only further drove home the reality of her situation.

“Okay I took the picture, can I come out now??” Emily called up, eager to be done with this ordeal.

“That depends on the picture quality, send it back up and I’ll decide if you did a good job.” came a muffled voice from above.

Emily lifted her phone above her head and tried awkwardly forcing the device back up the tight sphincter above her. After a bit of resistance, the phone was slowly drawn out of the chamber and back up Diana’s food-tube. Down in the senior’s belly, Emily waited with eager nervousness as the digestive juices continued to pour in.

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Diana felt the phone rising to the back of her throat and tilted her head forward so that it fell out into her ready hands. With an eager smile on her face, she checked the latest photo in the camera app.

The senior was overcome with an orgasmic sensation of accomplishment as her eyes took in the image. For the first time ever she was seeing the inside of her stomach, and squeezed tightly inside was poor little Emily. The girl looked so frightened, desperate and pathetic in there, her eyes were wide and watery with tears. Diana reveled in the portrait of the freshman’s misery, knowing that it was a direct result of her own selfish pleasure.

‘Oh yes, she’s just a food in my belly now….and just like all the food before her she’ll be churned up and processed….mm, and then I’ll turn her into poop.’ Diana thought to herself, fantasizing wildly.

“Um, can I come out now?” Emily’s muffled voice suddenly interrupted the senior’s fantasy.

Diana bit her lip and stared down at her gut with anxious longing. If only it could just last a little while longer! She wasn’t ready to give up her meal yet, the experience was only getting better.

Diana crossed her arms in frustration. She’d promised herself she’d let the girl out, she wouldn’t let herself become a slave to her perverse desire to digest the girl. Sure it might feel amazing, but this was a prank, not a murder. If she left Emily in there she’d have to live with the guilt the rest of her life. She had to stop this now.

Diana began to pace around her room anxiously. It just felt so unfair! So wrong! She knew it was wrong, but she really, really wanted to digest the girl! With every gurgle of her stomach, tiny convulsions of pleasure ran through her. With every thought of releasing the freshmen, a depressing chill passed over her.

Diana resumed her internal debate. Something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong. Besides, in nature animals eat other animals all the time, and that’s not murder, just the circle of life. Humans are animals too aren’t they? If she could eat Emily, then she could use her nutrients like with any other food. Maybe it’s not murder so long as she’s actually using the girl’s body for nourishment? Y’know, putting her to good use? And she’d been such a good girl her whole life. She’d gotten straight A’s and taken tons of extracurriculars for years. Maybe it wasn’t fair to Emily, but compared to her Emily was just average. Diana was exceptional, and in the grand scheme of things would it really be so bad if one little average girl helped an exceptional girl feed her hungry tummy? Diana deserved this. She’d earned it.

Diana beamed as she finally convinced herself. To hell with the guilt, she was doing this. Emily was staying right where she was.

“No,” Diana smugly replied down to her bulging gut, “I changed my mind. You’re mine, bitch, and I’m going to digest the shit out of you.”

“WHAAT?! NO!! YOU PROMISED!!” Emily’s surprised protest emanated from within the senior. Her panic had fully resumed now, growing worse by the second as Diana’s stomach seemed to kick into overdrive with its churning and juicing, as if it had been holding back until given explicit permission from its master. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!”

“Oh yes I can.” Diana replied smugly as she happily sat herself down at the edge of her bed. “I ate you fair and square, and that means you’re at my tummy’s mercy. So if I want to digest you, then you’re just going to have to be a good piece of meat and deal with it.” she taunted, stroking her stomach tenderly as it gurgled wildly around Emily’s struggling form.

“THIS IS EVIL! YOU’RE EVIL!!” Emily kicked and thrashed desperately as best she could in the tight fleshy sack. The juices were up to her armpits now, and sloshing freely, splashing in her face and occasionally in her open protesting mouth. The cuts on her body burned like fire now, and the portions of her body that had been submerged in the acids longest began to painfully sting as well.

Diana closed her eyes and burped contently, the pleasurable sensations within her multiplying with her stomachs increased efforts and Emily’s increased struggling. “It’s not evil, it’s just the circle of life, sweety. You’re just lower on the food chain than me, Emily. It’s just nature—in a way you can’t really blame me.”

“PEOPLE WILL BLAME YOU! PEOPLE WILL FIND OUT ABOUT THIS!! YOU BETTER LET ME OUT NOWWW!!” Emily screeched in fear and pain. The acids were up to her shoulders now.

“Oh come on Emily, I know you’re not as smart as I am, but you can’t be that stupid.” Diana teased her pet with a smug grin. “They won’t know where to look for you. After I’m done with you they’d have better luck trying to find the sandwich I had for lunch yesterday. And between you and me…” Diana blushed as she giggled, “…I flushed what was left of that thing down the toilet over 12 hours ago.”

Emily shrieked in disgusted shock within the senior’s bulging belly. She was aware of what happened to unabsorbed food in the digestive system, but Diana’s sick taunting succeeded in driving the unthinkable reality home. The poor girl clenched her sobbing eyes shut and shook her head violently as she shrieked, trying futilely to remove the unwelcome mental images from her mind. “NO! NO!! SHUTUPPP!!

Diana held her belly tight and grinned excitedly down at its squirming form. “Oh sorry, is someone a little nervous about being turned into shit? I assure you there’s nothing to be worried about, I’ve done this like a million times. I’ll do a good job on ya.” Diana grinned stupidly as her cheeks blushed red. She knew it was immature and mean to tease Emily about this stuff, but she couldn’t help herself. It was just so unbelievable and exciting—she was actually going to turn this girl into poop! “Honestly, it could be a lot worse; you really couldn’t pick a nicer ass to be pooped out of. You should consider yourself lucky.”

Emily felt anything but lucky. She thrashed violently the stomach’s acids, her skin burning like fire from her chest down and stinging like a bad sunburn everywhere else. She couldn’t shake Diana’s teasing from her mind. Was that really what was going to happen to her? Had she really lived for 14 years just to end up as a pile of this girl’s nasty feces? Emily’s mind returned to the unwelcome memory of her time trapped under Diana’s sweaty derriere. It had been humiliating having her face squished beneath the senior’s soft, athletic cheeks, and now her memory was fixated on them as the realization set in that that was her final destination. Diana was going to digest her—a human being—like she was nothing but an afternoon snack, until she was read to be plopped out of the seniors behind and flushed down a toilet. And if the muffled giggles and moans Emily could hear through the stomach wall were any indication, Diana was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Outside, Emily’s assessment was proving quite accurate. Diana grinned like an idiot as she watched bulges of Emily’s struggling fists, elbows and feet appear and recede across the surface of her swollen gut. Though she was already experiencing utter bliss, she realized she wanted to enjoy this moment further. Getting up and hurrying over to her computer, Diana opened iTunes and put on her “dance jams” playlist. Swallowing some more air for her freshman captive’s sake, the senior hopped back from her desk and began dancing victoriously the blasting pop music. She closed her eyes and sung along with the lyrics, swaying her hips rhythmically, in turn causing her squirming stomach to sway from side to side, further coating the screaming freshman in the splashing stomach acids.

Diana blissfully danced and sung for over five minutes, and inside her body, Emily’s situation grew more dire. Emily sputtered the stinging digestive acids out of her mouth as they splashed onto her face. She could hardly think as her prison shifted violently to the rhythm of the muffled music. To Emily a louder tune drowned out most of Diana’s jams: the roaring gurgles of the stomach. Only the freshman’s head was above the stomach juices, and the constant splashing assured that even this was sufficiently coated in the digestive enzymes. Emily continued to cry out in anguish: her entire body burned like it was on fire. Certain areas especially painful, and Emily could feel these regions becoming soft and breaking up in the vicious bile. This was mostly happening in her lower body, which had been submerged in the acids longest, but was also rapidly occurring around the vulnerable areas where she’d been scratched by the bushes. The inside of her mouth burned especially bad as well as she futilely tried to keep the acids out, and she could feel her hair starting to fall out and dissolve in the disgusting soup. Diana’s stomach was extremely hot by this point, and it had become increasingly difficult to breathe. However, Emily was kept cruelly conscious by the occasional wafts of swallowed air Diana sent down into her belly. The cool air deliveries would have probably felt relieving to Emily’s burning skin, had they not served as a reminder of Diana’s total dominance of her fate.

Diana stopped dancing and hunched over to catch her breath, her toned body covered in sweat. Even though she was in great shape, it was quite exhausting to dance so wildly while carrying the weight of another person. Diana sighed before smiling and poking her squirming belly.

“How ya doin in there, Emily? You having a good time?”

“PLEASE DIANA, LET ME OUT!!” Emily cried out between sobs as she felt more strands of her hair melt off into the soupy mixture, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!”

Diana smirked smugly as she resumed her teasing. “Don’t think of it like dying, sweety, it’s more like my tummy is converting you into something new. Once I’m done digesting your body I’ll absorb your nutrients, and you’ll get to become a part of me! Who knows, maybe you’ll even get to become a part of my boobs or my ass? Sure the rest of you will end up in my toilet, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing! If you’d just stop whining and accept it, I’m sure you’ll love being my poop!”

Unsurprisingly, Emily was not reassured. “I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOUUU!!!”

Diana giggled. “Oh settle down, here, gimme a second, I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.”

Diana skipped happily over to her desk and picked up her and Emily’s phones. She unlocked the texting and calling options on Emily’s phone, then proceeded to send the picture of Emily trapped inside her belly back to her own device. Relocking the communication features, Diana scurried excitedly to her bathroom with the two phones.

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Emily’s frantic sobbing paused temporarily as she felt something plop onto the back of her head from Diana’s esophagus. Confused, Emily reached back and found it was her cell phone (dismayfully feeling several of her remaining locks of hair falling off in the process. Suddenly the phone’s screen illuminated the fleshy chamber with light as an image appeared on the phone’s screen. Emily’s eyes went wide as she stared at a photo of Diana posing triumphantly with her lips puckered and one eye winked shut in front of her bathroom mirror, one arm holding out her cell phone camera towards the mirror and the other wrapped possessively around her bulging belly. The image was accompanied by the text:

wish u were here!

…o wait u are. <3

Emily hardly had time to react before a new image buzzed onto the tiny screen. This time the suffering freshman was greeted with an photo of Diana’s behind, her shorts and panties pulled down to expose her bare cheeks, the smooth flesh’s post-dance sweat glistening in the bathroom lighting. This time the accompanying text read:

“can’t wait 2 poop u!”

–my butt

<3 <3 <3

Emotions of outrage, horror and despair surged within Emily as she stared at the humiliating photos while Diana’s muffled giggles emanated from above. It was all she could do to cry out helplessly.

“AAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!! WHHHYYYYY??!!”

Hearing her cue that her messages had arrived, Diana laughed loudly and sat down on the edge of her bathroom sink. Petting her gut lovingly, Diana’s laughter slowly calmed down as she noticed her stomach was no longer visibly squirming. She could still feel Emily feebly moving a bit inside, but the sobbing girl had clearly exhausted her strength and was now completely at the mercy of the tight sack that surrounded her.

A pang of her previous guilt returned to Diana. She was really doing this—this girl she barely knew was going to die in her belly. Though the thought still brought her perverse pleasure, she actually began to feel sorry for the freshman. Sure, Diana was vain, but deep down she knew it was wrong digest Emily just to fulfill her deviant power fantasy. Emily hadn’t done anything to deserve this, she was just a young girl trying to make it through her first day of high school—she probably didn’t even have any friends yet. In fact Diana was sure that if she’d given Emily the opportunity, she would have jumped at the chance to become the senior’s friend. But instead of befriending Emily or showing her around St. Abigail’s, Diana had decided to devour the poor girl, and soon she’d be nothing more than a mass of human waste.

Diana found herself again conflicted. She knew that at this point the only way she’d be letting Emily leave was out of her butt—it felt too good to stop now, and Emily was already partially digested, so even if she survived people would ask questions about the injuries. No, at this point Emily’s humiliating fate was sealed, it was too late to turn back. Still, Diana couldn’t shake her sympathy for suffering freshman nor the guilt that came with it. If only there was a way she could ease her conscience, some way she could still digest Emily but also make it up to the poor girl. Diana found this quite a contradictory conundrum. Ultimately, she decided to try talking to the girl.

“Hey…Emily?” Diana quietly addressed her stomach in a genuinely concerned tone.

“L-leave me alone!...” Emily sobbed from within the senior’s belly. Emily’s voice was still muffled by the layers of soft flesh between the two girls, but Diana could tell that Emily’s voice had become weaker and raspier. Diana’s digestive system was clearly making good progress on its unfortunate morsel. “I don’t want to t-talk to you! I h-HATE YOU!! Just stop teasing me and shut UP!!”

“I’m not going to tease you, Emily, I just want to talk.” Diana replied softly. Emily didn’t bother responding, and just continued to wail and sob between intermittent “ow”s from the pain. The freshman either didn’t believe Diana or simply found conversation too exhausting in her diminished state.

“Emily….I just want you to know I’m really sorry about, y’know, eating you. I know I got a little carried away earlier with the teasing and stuff, but I really do feel bad about this. I just got too excited about the freshman hazing and got a little out of control…You’re a human being, Emily, not food, and it was wrong of me to treat you like you were. You didn’t do anything to deserve this, and I hope you can forgive me.” Diana apologized sadly.

“IF YOU FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT THEN LET ME OUT!!” Emily screamed in anguish. She couldn’t tell if the senior was setting her up for another round of humiliating teasing or whether this girl actually thought Emily would forgive her for the torture she had endured.

“I’m sorry Emily, but I can’t. You’ve been digesting in there for almost an hour now, even if I let you out you probably wouldn’t last long with your injuries. And even if you did you’d tell everyone about what I did to you and I’d get in trouble.”

“I won’t t-tell anyone! I P-PROMISE!” Emily begged desperately between choked sobs, clinging to the last shred of hope available to her.

“No, Emily, you would. And even if you didn’t people would keep asking you questions about the burns until you did. I’m really sorry Emily, but I still have to digest you.” Diana apologized awkwardly.

“WELL THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!” Emily screamed before commencing another series of loud wailing and sobbing. Diana looked away from her gut guiltily. It was quite an awkward situation; Emily clearly wanted to be left alone, but Diana couldn’t very well give the girl any space given that she was trapped inside her own stomach.

“Well….is there anything I can do to make you feel better about this?” Diana asked awkwardly.

“You could start by promising you won’t turn me into shit!!” Emily sniped bitterly at her devourer.

Diana let out half a giggle before catching herself. She didn’t want to tease the girl any further, but it was hard to contain her guilty excitement while being reminded of what her body was going to do to Emily. Diana quickly composed herself and tried to respond sincerely.

“Uh, sorry but I can’t really do anything about, um, that part….like I said I still have to digest you Emily, and well, that’s just the way food leaves my body. I know it’s pretty gross but I don’t really have another way to let you out beside my, uh, butt…” Diana was red in the face by this point; she was finding it fairly difficult to make an apology sound sincere while explaining to someone that soon she’d be converting them into feces. “You should probably just, uh, try not too think about it too much, even though I know I kind of rubbed it in a lot with the teasing earlier….Again, sorry about that…”

Emily just continued to sob, wail and yelp within the gurgling belly, not exactly the response Diana was hoping for. Diana’s eyes shifted around the bathroom awkwardly as she tried to come up with a way to reassure the girl. Finally her eyes settled on the toilet.

“Okay, well, how about this? When the time comes to, y’know, “let you out,” if you want I could dig you a little grave in the woods and, uh, drop you off there instead of just here in the bathroom. Y’know, if that’ll it feel a little more dignified for you….Though, uh, to be honest I’d rather just use my own toilet for the convenience; I’m not really a big fan of crapping outdoors and by that point I don’t think it’ll make that much of a difference to you….But, I mean, whatever you want to do.” Diana offered, realizing her proposal wasn’t exactly as comforting as she’d hoped. Inwardly she noted that she’d probably just use her toilet regardless of Emily’s wishes, but if the girl desired otherwise she’d at least let her believe she’d be given a slightly more dignified burial. She wanted the girl to feel reassured, but ultimately a turd doesn’t really care either way where it’s laid.

“I don’t want to be crapped out anywhere!! I DON’T WANT TO BE SHITT!!!” Emily screamed from within. Emily’s entire body had begun to feel softer and burn worse than ever. She was pretty sure almost all of her hair had dissolved off of her head, and the soupy bile that surrounded her felt thicker than before. Emily choked back another sob as she realized this was probably because bits of her body had become mixed into the liquid as they dissolved. She could barely keep her eyes open, as the acids had long since splashed under her lids and attacked her sensitive corneas. She was tired, weak, and could hardly fight back against Diana’s body’s efforts to digest her. The flesh sack that surrounded her held her tight; she no longer had the strength to push back against it. The poor girl could tell her time was running out.

“Emily, I already explained to you that there’s only one way you’re getting out of there.” Diana explained, red in the face, trying to sound sympathetic but also firm enough to convince Emily to be cooperative. “I know you’re not happy about it, and I know it’s gross and not fair, but I’m going to digest you and that means I’m eventually going to have to poop you out. I need you to accept that so I can help you turn a crappy situation—uh, sorry for the pun—into something a little more bearable. Now I need you to work with me, Emily: can I poop you into the toilet or would you rather I do it in the woods?”

Diana sighed as the only response she received from Emily was a renewed symphony of screams and wails. She rested her hand on her bulging gut and resumed brainstorming; apparently reassuring someone being digested alive was no easy task. Suddenly, Diana’s thoughts were interrupted by a quiet response from her stomach.

“I-I don’t care…” the girls voice whimpered from within.

“What?” Diana asked confused.

“I d-don’t care where you….where you d-do it….” Emily continued sobbing a bit between words. “If I’m going to be….p-poop….then I don’t care. It won’t matter to me by then, anyway…”

Diana’s body suddenly quivered with pleasure at its prey’s surrender to the inevitable. Diana quickly snapped back to her guilty reality and chased the deviant thoughts from her mind to recompose herself.

“Thank you, Emily, for cooperating with me.” Diana replied in a soothing voice. The senior smiled sweetly, realizing she was finally making some progress in comforting the girl. There was still a chance she could ease her conscience about this whole ordeal. “I’m just going to use my toilet then, if that’s okay with you. I’ll try to make it as, uh, dignified of a sendoff as I can. Though I’m not really sure how….Maybe I could wear my nice panties or buy some fancy toilet paper or something….Oh, or I could bring a flower and like flush it down with y-”

“Just STOP!! JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!!” Emily screamed from within Diana before calming down and resuming her sobbing. “You’re making it worse….I don’t want to think about i-it…”

“Oh, sorry.” Diana blushed, embarrassed. She hadn’t realized it until Emily had protested, but she’d been getting herself more than a little excited planning Emily’s sendoff. Man, I must really have a problem, Diana thought to herself.

“So, uh, now that we’ve got that settled…” Diana began again, wanting to help the girl but also wanting to fill the awkward silence (previously only interrupted by Emily’s sobbing.) “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do to help you get through this?”

Emily continued to sob for a while before responding. Finally, she sniffled a bit and weakly whimpered, “W-well…it is r-really hot in here...and my skin really hurts…”

Well, duh, you’re being digested, Diana thought to herself, but began brainstorming a possible solution to Emily’s predicament anyway. After a few moments, an idea came to her.

“Well what if I drink some cold water? Will that help at all?” Diana offered.

“M-maybe…” was all her meal could manage in response.

“Okay then!” Diana replied happily hopping down from the edge of the sink. “One cold glass of water, coming right up!”

Diana skipped down the hall towards the stairs cheerfully. She was feeling quite pleased with herself, sure she was digesting this girl, but at least she was doing her best to make her feel accommodated. That made it more okay, right? I guess if Emily had to be eaten by somebody, it’s a good thing it was me, Diana thought optimistically to herself.

Diana made her way to the bottom of the stairs and skipped towards the kitchen. As she rounded the corner into the room, she felt a slight pressure in her lower bowels. She paused to happily release a small fart, smiling with relief until she remembered she wasn’t technically alone. Unsure whether or not Emily had heard from within her gurgling gut, Diana decided to utter a quick “Oh, uh, excuse me…” feeling more than a little awkward apologizing for her bodily functions to someone who was currently under attack by other bodily functions.

Suddenly Diana was struck with realization: Soon, that will be Emily coming out of my ass. Diana’s body spasmed with pleasure.

“Ooooohhhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhhh…” Diana moaned, unable to control herself as her fantasy became slightly more real.

“HEY!!” Emily shouted indignantly, snapping Diana out of her trance. The senior’s face quickly turned bright red.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” she apologized, mortified. So much for making Emily feel accommodated. “I, uh, wasn’t kidding earlier when I was teasing you about how good it feels to digest you….I still feel really bad about this but sometimes it just can’t control myself….I don’t know why but it just feels absolutely amazing.”

“WELL IT FEELS LIKE HELL TO ME!!! Emily screamed, spitting a bit of thick bile from her mouth, her entire body on fire. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HOW GOOD IT FEELS, I JUST WANT WAATERRRRR!!!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Diana apologized guiltily, continuing into the kitchen.

Diana made her way to the cupboard, and retrieved an empty glass. She carried it over to kitchen sink and began filling it with water. She glanced down as a tired voice squeaked from within her.

“Th-thank you, D-Diana…” Emily whimpered, hearing the soft murmur of the water flowing into the glass just outside.

“It’s, uh, no problem…I was pretty thirsty anyway.” Diana replied awkwardly, noting the absurdity of being thanked by someone she was presently digesting. The girl was probably becoming delirious from the ordeal.

“Well, Emily, here it comes. Hope this helps.” Diana announced before bringing the glass to her lips and swallowing the cool liquid. It was quite refreshing on her end at least, Diana hadn’t drank anything since lunch.

Above Emily the water made its way down into Diana, and began to drizzle out from the stomach’s upper sphincter onto her head and back.

Emily whimpered quiet “ow”s as it made contact with her burned and blistered skin, but the relief far outweighed the pain. The coolness of the liquid was welcome change from the burning heat of Diana’s stomach, and it helped soothe the sting of her ruined skin after the initial contact pain.

Diana finished the glass and sighed contently, her thirst sated. Within, Emily felt the gentle stream cease to pour upon her, and the burning sensation began to resume with haste. It was almost worse now, having experience a temporary relief and having to return to constant pain.

“D-Diana!….” Emily whimpered urgently from the senior’s gut. “Please can you drink some more? It really h-hurts…”

“Well I’m not really thirsty anymore…” Diana began, before noticing her own selfishness. “…Okay, I guess it’s only fair.”

Instead of heading back to the sink, Diana opened her refrigerator and retrieved the filtered water pitcher from inside. She had a feeling Emily wasn’t going to stop requesting water anytime soon, and Diana didn’t want to have to keep making trips to the sink—carrying around the weight of another person in her was starting to get tiring.

Diana carried her glass and the pitcher out of the kitchen and into the living room. After setting them down on the coffee table, the girl lay down across the seat cushions of the living room couch, resting her head on a pillow propped against the armrest. Diana sighed with relief as she poured another glass with one hand, resting her free hand on her bulging and still gurgling stomach.

“Here Emily, this water’s way colder, it should feel even better.” Diana assured the whimpering girl as she affectionately pat her gut, before gulping down the glass’s contents.

“Ooohh…” Emily moaned faintly from within the older girl. The cold water certainly felt better, though Diana’s new position on the couch had shifted the fleshy prison in a way that was slightly less effective at drizzling water down on its captive.

“So, feel any better?” Diana asked sweetly, slightly pleased with the small progress she’d made in improving her guest’s accommodations.

“Y-yeah, a little…” Emily whispered softly. “…Can you keep drinking more? It still hurts really bad…”

“Hold on, give me a minute.” Diana paused to let out a large but quiet belch. “I’ll drink some more really soon but it’s kind of hard to keep drinking when my stomach’s so full of, well, you.”

“Oh your tummy hurts?! POOR YOU!!” Emily snapped out in sarcastic outrage. “You don’t get to complain after what you did—what you’re doing to me!!”

Diana frowned. She understood that Emily’s reaction was fairly justified, but she still didn’t enjoy being bossed around, least of all by someone currently at the mercy of her digestive tract. “You know I don’t have to drink the water at all, Emily. I’m just trying to make this easier for you.”

Diana stared firmly at her stomach, which had gone quiet besides the occasional gurgle. A few moments later the silence was broken by a few quiet whimpers and sniffles, followed by a whispered apology: “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, Emily, I know you must be pretty mad at me….I can’t really blame you.” Diana sighed as she responded, trying to sound sympathetic while also being firm. She really did want to help Emily, but she needed to make sure the girl understood the current hierarchy of the situation—the girl currently being digested was in no position to be giving anyone orders, least of all the person doing the digesting. “Like I said, I’ll drink some more water soon, just give me a second. In the mean time, we can like, talk or something.”

Emily was again quiet for a few moments before faintly whispering a reply. “Y-you….want to talk?...”

“Yeah, sure. I actually think it might be therapeutic, might help take your mind off of…things.” Diana mostly wanted an excuse to postpone drinking more water (she really was full, and her teeth were still kind of cold from gulping down the chilled liquid,) but she also wanted to break the tension. Earlier she’d enjoyed taunting Emily, but now that she was trying to comfort the girl, the situation had become significantly more awkward. It was kind hard to ignore someone sobbing and whimpering as they digested alive inside of her. “I dunno, tell me about yourself.”

Another yelp of pain and a few whimpers emanated from within the senior’s flesh before a response came. “…W-what do you care? What’s the point of even telling you, if I-I’m going to?...” Emily couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Well, you don’t have to, but I just thought I’d offer.” Diana responded sympathetically, it truly was an awkward situation. “I mean—and I’m not trying to be mean here—this is kind of your last chance to talk to another person. I promise I’m a really good listener…”

“…What do you want to know?” Emily asked quietly.

“I dunno….anything. What do you like to do? Do you have any cool hobbies?”

“I-I like to read…” Emily began, taking a short break to resume her whimpering a bit. “Also I’ve never tried it before, but I was thinking of trying out for the school play…”

“Wait, really??” Diana asked excitedly. “I’m in that! Oh my god, the plays we put on are so much fun, you would love it!”

“Well it’s not like it matters now…” Emily whimpered forlornly.

Diana bit her lip in embarrassment, this was going to be harder than she thought. “Oh….well think about it like this, since you’re going to kind of be, y’know, absorbed into my body….in a way you’ll kind of get to be in the play after all.”

No reponse from Emily could be heard within the gurgling stomach. Diana already regretted mentioning it but was too flustered to think of a good way to change the subject. “I mean, freshman usually don’t even get picked for any of the good roles anyway so this way you might actually get a better part than you would have otherwise….I don’t know if that makes you feel any better.”

“It doesn’t.” Emily curtly replied.

“Sorry….I really am trying.” Diana apologized, embarrassed. “Okay, lets change the subject: Why don’t you tell me something that you’ve never told anybody? I mean, you don’t have to, but this is kind of your last….yeah…”

“I don’t really have any secrets…” Emily replied quietly.

“Oh come on, everyone has secrets.” Diana coaxed. “Ooh, tell me about your first boyfriend! What’s the dirtiest thing you guys ever did??”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend…” Emily replied sadly. “I’ve never even had my first kiss…”

“Oh….sorry.” Diana quickly filled up the glass with more water and began gulping it down to fill the awkward silence. This was not going well. After a few moments she set the glass down and gasped lightly—she’d chugged the water so fast in her nervousness that she’d forgotten to breath. Inside her stomach she could hear Emily faintly whimper as the cool water met her burned skin.

“Well, uh…” Diana began again, wondering if maybe she should just shut up before she made things worse again. “…What about you? Is there anything you want to know about me? You can ask me anything.”

Emily didn’t respond at first. Diana was about to open her mouth again when a response came from within her gut. “How did eat me? Emily whispered. “How did you open your mouth that wide? How do I even fit in here?”

“I uh, I don’t really know…” Diana responded, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. She hadn’t expected to be asked this kind of question. “I didn’t even know I could do stuff like this until yesterday. I was just eating some food when suddenly I figured out I could just swallow stuff—like huge stuff. I mean, when I planned this out, it was just supposed to be a little prank. I was going to swallow a freshman down to scare them for a bit then spit them up….But well, once I had you in my tummy it felt so nice, and I got a little….carried away. I mean, just the thought of having that kind of power over another person, trapping them inside my body, having them realize that they’re just a meal, just my nourishment, soon to be—”

“I get it.” Emily bitterly interjected.

Diana went bright red in the face. It was so hard not get excited while reflecting on the experience, especially with every gurgle of her stomach sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Uh….sorry….it really does feel….yeah….” Diana apologized awkwardly. No matter what she said it seemed like she made things worse. When is she gonna finish digesting already? Diana wondered, feeling a little guilty but more so eager to be free from this awkward situation. “Well, since we’re talking about this stuff already….what’s it like for you in there?”

“…What?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“Sorry, it’s just, I might never get this opportunity again. I’ve never met someone who’s been inside of a human stomach before, let alone, y’know, one that’s currently in the middle of digestion.” Diana tried to justify her question, genuinely curious. “I mean, I know you don’t like it, but what’s it like? Can you describe it?”

“It’s horrible.” Emily quickly responded in a bitter and miserable tone. “It’s disgusting. It’s like being wrapped up tiny sack with no light, but it’s also sticky, wet and steaming hot. It shifts around and splashes disgusting shit on me that smells like barf. I can hear your stupid heart beat and a bunch of other disgusting body noises. And it hurts. It hurts so bad I wish I was dead. Are you happy now?? Was that descriptive enough?!”

“Okay, I was just curious…” Diana apologized, trying to hide that she was secretly insanely aroused by Emily’s description. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to think of something comforting to say or talk about, but it’s kind of hard to think about anything else right now. I mean I’ve never done this before, eaten somebody.”

“Well congratulations, you’re a murderer now.” Emily sniped sourly between sobs.

“I’m not a murderer!” Diana defensively objected. “It’s….different.”

“HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!” Emily screamed back.

“Well, technically I’m just, like, exercising a bodily function.” Diana reasoned. “I’m not attacking you or anything, my stomach is just doing what it does and you happen to be inside.”

“YOU PUT ME IN HERE!!” Emily cried out, even more outraged.

“Well, okay, but the point still stands.” Diana replied, trying to hold her ground and justify her position. “My stomach is supposed to digest whatever ends up inside it; that’s its biological function. Even if you didn’t end up inside me by choice, by entering my stomach you become subject to its function. I have no control over it.”

“YOU COULD HAVE LET ME OUT!! IT’S STILL YOUR FAULT!!!”

“Maybe, but it could be argued that there’s nothing wrong with what I’ve done.”

“WHAT?!?!” Emily shouted in disbelief and outrage.

“Just listen. Sure, murder is a crime. Assault is a crime. But I didn’t commit either of those crimes. Swallowing you was a harmless act—I wasn’t hurting you and I wasn’t killing you. There’s no law against swallowing someone.” Diana continued, regaining confidence in her actions. “Sure from there my stomach started to digest you, but again, that’s what it does—and if it can digest you, why shouldn’t it? I know it’s not very fun for you, but you’ll provide me with nourishment and nutrients. In fact it could be argued that as soon as you entered my stomach, by definition you became food. In a way, if I can swallow you and if I can digest you, then its more or less natural for me to do so, y’know?”

“If you’re still trying to make me feel better you’re doing a really shitty job…” Emily muttered bitterly between sniffles. “I can’t believe you actually think it’s okay what you’re doing…”

Diana sighed and looked down at the fleshy orb in front of her sympathetically. “Emily, I wasn’t lying, I really do feel horrible about what I’ve put you through. I just don’t like being called a murderer….I’m not a bad person, I just made a stupid mistake and you ended up paying for it. I only want you to understand why I did what I did, so that maybe you can forgive me.”

Emily didn’t respond to the senior’s apology. Forgive her?! How can this bitch actually expect me to forgive her?!?

Diana sighed sadly after 20 seconds with no response but gurgles and groans from her gut. “It’s okay, Emily, I understand that you’re angry. We’ve still got time. I just hope that before the, well, time comes, we can make peace about this.”

Suddenly the senior’s phone began violently vibrating on the surface of the coffee table. The screen displayed the name “Samantha” as well as a picture of the redheaded girl’s face with her tongue sticking out. Diana reached over with one hand and hit the speaker phone button.

“Hey Sam!” Diana called over from the couch.

“Hey bitch! What’s up?” Samantha’s voice teased from the phone’s speaker.

Inside Diana’s stomach Emily paused her faint whimpering. What was that noise? It was very hard to hear, muffled through a layer of flesh and surrounded by gurgling juices and other bodily noises. Additionally, the searing pain she felt just about everywhere served as a constant distraction—it had gotten so bad that the girl could hardly think straight. Her vision would blur in and out and her head would ring. But she could hear something, ever so faintly, and Diana was talking to it.

Suddenly realization struck the poor girl: it was a phone! If she could get the person’s attention, they might be able to get help! She knew her injuries were dire at this point and that her chances of success were slim, but she refused to allow herself to just surrender her life and body to this girl who had caused her so much suffering.

“HEEEELLLPPP!!! HEELLLLPP!! SHE ATE ME!! HEEEELLLLP!!!!” Emily screamed as much as she could, mustering survivor’s strength she didn’t know she still had.

Diana jolted in surprise and quickly grabbed her phone and turned off the speaker setting, bringing the phone to her ear. Emily’s scream had been muffled by her stomach, but it was still pretty loud.

“…What the hell was that??” Samantha asked in confusion.

“Uh, sorry,” Diana replied, trying to regain her composure from such a close call, “Just something I ate that’s disagreeing with my stomach….it’s been making these gross noises all night.”

Emily refused to give up. She continued to scream and even managed to fight against the tight confines of the stomach again with what little strength she had left. Diana panicked and punched the side of her gut a few times to subdue her protesting meal.

“Man, sounds like it.” Samantha replied, a little astonished out how loud her friend’s stomach was groaning. “You really need to check the expiration date on your food, Diana, that shit’s no joke.”

“Haha, yeah…” Diana chuckled nervously, sighing with relief that Emily had ceased her struggles and screams, returning to her previous activity of sobbing quietly. Inside, Emily was devastated. Diana hadn’t held anything back, her blows had struck Emily in the side. Emily had never been punched so hard in her life, let alone when her skin burned life fire from all contact and had grown soft and weak. Her side stung with indescribable pain, she wanted to cry out in anguish, but held her tongue, wanting more than that to avoid another cruel beating.

“You want me to come over?” Samantha offered. “I can bring over so pepto or something. Plus, you haven’t told me about how your big hazing prank went! You gotta tell me!”

“No, really, it’s okay. I’ll tell you about the prank on like Monday—you don’t wanna come over here. I’m telling you, this stuff made me really sick, it’s totally gross. I mean just listen:” Diana paused to lift her legs and bring her phone’s receiver towards her behind, then subsequently ripped loud and whiny fart.

“EWW!! HAHA!” Samantha’s laughter roared from the phone’s speaker. “Yeah count me out, I don’t need to be around any of that! You’re on your own, D.”

“Heh, I’ll see you later, Sam.” Diana replied, making an obnoxious kissing sound to signal her goodbye. “Mwah!”

“Bye bitch.” Samantha joked before hanging up.

Diana sighed with relief again, then returned her attention to her stomach.

“What the hell was that about, Emily?!” Diana demanded. “She could have heard you!”

“WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! JUST LET YOU KILL ME?!?” Emily screamed back.

Diana was trying hard but failing to restrain her anger at the young girl. “I told you you have to accept it, Emily!! Yeah, I get it, you don’t really like being digested—but you need to get the fuck over it! You can pretend like there’s still some way for you to escape, but we both know you’re not getting out the way you came in. You can kick and cry and scream about how you don’t want to be shit out of my ass, but it won’t change anything! You’re done Emily, I ate you, now stop being such a pussy and deal with it!”

Emily only sobbed in response. Diana tried to remain firm but as her temper calmed down her sympathy began to return. Diana sighed and brought her hand to her forehead. “I’m sorry, that was harsh….you just scared me back there. I can’t have anyone find out about this, I’d get in big trouble.”

“I don’t care.” Emily suddenly replied. “I hope you do get in trouble. What else can I hope for at this point? Even if you let me out, I’d probably die anyway—the only thing keeping me conscious right now is the pain…” Emily paused again to sob a bit before continuing. “If I can get you in trouble, I’ll at least have some justice. It might be no big deal to you if I die in here, but it means everything to me. This is my life. Because of you I’ll never get to grow up. I’ll never get to go to college, fall in love, get married….I won’t get to do anything. I know to you I’m just food that’ll soon be processing in your disgusting digestive tract, and by tomorrow I’ll probably just be a piece of shit in your toilet—but I could have been so much more. And you took that from me. So FUCK you! I hate you.”

Diana sat in silence as Emily resumed her sobbing amidst the stomach’s gurgles. She kept trying to think of something to say but it seemed like anything she could think of would only make things worse. Diana poured herself another glass of water and swallowed the liquid down. After another few moments of silence, she finally spoke.

“Okay, Emily, I’m sorry. I still can’t let you out, but if you want I’ll stop talking to you and leave you alone—as alone as I can anyway.”

Diana received no response from Emily besides more sobs, yelps and sniffles. Diana laid back and stared up at the sealing, listening to the sounds of her stomach processing the freshman. Forgiveness didn’t seem likely.

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Diana sighed contently and set down the empty glass, having just swallowed the last of its contents. It had been 15 minutes since she’d stopped communicating with Emily, and for the most part it had been uneventful. Sure it still felt amazing having the girl inside of her, but aside from her swollen gut and occasional quiet sobbing fit amongst the gurgles, you’d hardly be able to tell the freshman was still alive. Emily had either given up or lost the strength to continue struggling, now tightly encased in Diana’s churning stomach, completely at its mercy.

Diana reached for the water pitcher to refill her glass when she noticed that it too was now empty. Diana glanced at her stomach and stroked it lightly with one hand, wondering if it was even worth going to refill the pitcher. After all, Emily had hardly reacted the last few times water had poured down on her from Diana’s esophagus, in all likelihood the girl was either too pained or numbed to tell the difference at this point. However, quickly realizing she had nothing better to do, Diana grunted as she hoisted both their weights off the couch, and carried the empty pitcher into the kitchen.

Listening to the water flow from the sink, Diana had a surprising realization: she was a bit hungry. The girl was a bit confused by this—sure it had been several hours since she’d swallowed Emily, but there was still plenty of girl filling up her belly. Still the absurdity didn’t change the reality, and Diana wandered over to the refrigerator and peeked inside.

Immediately her eyes settled on their prize: chocolate pudding. Diana pulled the tiny plastic container and fetched a spoon from the cupboard. Forgetting all about the water refill she’d set out to accomplish, Diana brought her sugary snack back to the living room.

Plopping her behind down onto the couch, Diana greedily set about peeling back the cup’s lid and plunging the spoon into its creamy brown contents. Diana brought the pudding to her mouth and slurped down the contents, eyes shut with pleasure. The senior continued this until the small cup was empty, and let out a small burp.

Deep inside the girl’s body, an exhausted and pained Emily felt mushy, cold goop begin to drip out from the esophagus above her head and spread across her burned scalp and face. It took a second for the girl to process what was going on before the smell reached her nostrils: chocolate.

“Hey!!” Emily squeaked, her voice raspy and tired.

Outside, Diana jumped, startled by her meal’s sudden vocalization. “Oh! Sorry!” Diana blushed, pausing to stifle another small burp. “I, um, just got a little hungry.”

“HOW CAN YOU STILL BE HUNGRY?!” Emily shouted from within, not sure whether she was more surprised or insulted.

“I dunno….I just needed a small snack. Is it a problem?”

“I don’t like it…” Emily whimpered. “It makes me feel even more like….like I’m just food…”

“Oh, sorry…I promise I won’t eat anything else until, well…y’know…” Diana paused not wanting to screw up this opportunity now that they’d finally reestablished contact. “So, uh, since we’re talking again, how are things, um, going in there?”

“How do you think they’re going?” Emily replied dryly.

“Sorry…I just thought I’d ask.” Diana apologized, embarrassed. “I just want to do anything I can to hel—oh!”

Diana was interrupted by an especially loud gurgle from her gut that coincided with a surge of orgasmic pleasure throughout her body.

“Ohhh my God Emily…. I don’t know what you’re doing but it feels amaaazzzingggg!...” Diana moaned as she arched her back in pleasure.

“I’m not doing anything!” Emily squeaked in fear, noticing goopy mixture of acid and digesting flesh surrounding her begin to shrink as the stomach roared. “I don’t know what’s happening! Diana!!”

“Ooohhhhh…. It feels sooooo good….” Diana continued to moan, stroking her bulging stomach.

Emily squeaked and whimpered in fear and co