# Shared Interests

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

*Swallowing*

“Mmmph! MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!!”

“Mmmmmmm~”

“He’s almost down,” Abigail said in an almost sing-song voice, her familiarly cheerful and encouraging demeanor on bright display. But her voice let on a bit more than just that, like a touch of her own personal excitement, and maybe even one or two other feelings which tended to sneak out in these situations. Not that it mattered; with only the two of them in the room, no one else was around to hear her.

Well, technically there were three people in the room, but it wouldn’t be that way for much longer.

*gulp*

Looking down at her friend sitting with her back against the wall, Abigail’s attention was torn between the girl’s vigorously wriggling belly, and the jean-clad butt that protruded from her cavernous mouth, wiggling back and forth in a futile effort to somehow worm its way back out of the hole it had gotten into. But nothing ever came out of that hole again, nothing but the occasional belch. Abby knew that quite well; one could even say she delighted at the fact. Chloe’s throat was a one-way trip, and those gulps were the ticket.

*gulp*

“Mmmmmmm,” came another pleasant hum from Chloe, muffled and buried under the equally muffled protests of her meal.

While it was clear she was enjoying herself, Abigail couldn’t help but notice that those last few swallows hadn’t really done much to move things along. Those jeans were still more or less where they’d been a moment ago. It seemed eating someone folded over like that was causing Chloe just a little bit of trouble after all. Well, Abby couldn’t have this pesky snack ruining the reputation of her friend’s gullet, now could she?

“Here, let me give you a hand with that,” she said, her excitement clearly showing through. She reached down with one hand and placed it firmly on the stubborn rear of her friend’s latest meal. She could feel a renewed set of struggles and protests coming from deeper inside. The jeans were plump and firm and warm to the touch, and relatively dry- at least for the moment. They wouldn’t be most of those things for long.

Gently, Abigail leaned forward, pressing down. Chloe immediately gave another swallow. The jeans slipped an inch. Abby leaned harder, smiling, and Chloe gulped again. There was a loud, wet slurp as the bulk of the bulging rear lurched abruptly over the girl’s tongue and became a bulge in her throat.

Abby didn’t withdraw, she kept the gentle pressure on her friend’s meal, following it down her throat as the wet muscles closed around her, finding she had to push less and less as the girl’s hungry body solidified its grip.

*gulp*

*gulp*

*gulp*

Abigail slowly crouched down, watching the large bulge take its plunge down into Chloe’s belly, with her arm trailing just behind. She felt her two leading fingers pass through a little opening, just as the meaty meal finished its descent, and just as Chloe herself reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, holding her back from slipping any further into the depths. Abby stole the moment to run her finger along the welcoming gates of her friend’s stomach, before she felt the throat muscles around her arm relax and Chloe gently helped slip her free, now soaked in mucus and saliva from shoulder to fingertip.

A loud, warbling gurgle rumbled from the newly stuffed belly, riveting Abby’s attention. She saw- or perhaps imagined she could see- the motions of Chloe’s belly as it sized up its new wriggling meal; squeezing, contracting, conforming to its shape to hold it snug and better coat it in the chemically perfect onslaught of digestive acids that would soon break it down.

*glurk* *groan*

*Uuurp*! “There goes another one,” Chloe announced with a satisfied smile. Abby grinned back with bubbly joy for a moment before calming down enough to speak.

“So, how was today’s lunch?” she finally asked, her excitement shading her otherwise casual tone.

Chloe smacked her lips, sampling the leftover flavor that had crept its way back from her belly.

“Surprisingly tasty for such an asshole,” she remarked. “A solid 7 out of 10.”

The food in her gut gave an extra-hard shove, jiggling the girl’s entire abdomen. Her eyelids drooped and a quiet, pleasure-fueled shudder leaked past her lips.

“Might even make it an 8 if you can keep that up,” she added.

“Oh, not bad.” Abigail reached out her hand and placed it on the squirming bulge. “You hear that in there? You make a pretty good meal.”

“Maybe you wanna wash that?”

Abby pulled her hand away a few inches and noticed the long strands of drool that clung in its wake.

“Right, sorry,” she apologized, but not before hastily reaching back to give one more firm push, her soiled digits sinking into the supple bulge.

*guuuurgle* “URP!”

“Hey, save that for later,” Chloe instructed, but her broad smile showed her enjoyment.

“Alright, alright.” Abigail stood up, tearing her eyes away from her stuffed companion. “Don’t digest too much while I’m gone~” She started toward the bathroom, but even with her back turned, she kept her ears tuned to the growing gurgles and growls that were already beginning to fill the bedroom.

…

*Digestion*

*squish* *squish* *squish*

“Ooooo…”

*squish* *squish* *squish*

“Uuuuuhhhh…”

*squish* *squish* *glorp* *squish* *guuurg* *Urp*!

“Ah~, Abby you have no idea how good that feels…”

“Oh, yeah? Just wait until I do this.”

*squish* *glurk*! *grooooooan*

“OOOOOoooooh… How do you know how to do that…?” mumbled Chloe, chronically droopy-eyed with pleasure.

Abigail didn’t bother answering, she just continued to work her magic. She was giving her friend a massage, though maybe not in the place one might expect, hearing the mumbles and moans of pleasure coming from the bed. No, Abigail was massaging Chloe’s belly.

She sank her fingers deep into the warm, squishy flesh, kneading and rubbing, and what came back to greet her was the virtual symphony of Chloe’s gut, burbling at her touch, sloshing at her every push and pull, gurgling and groaning as it continued to work its own magic on the massive meal that lay within.

A meal that the girl’s body had reduced to nothing but goopy sludge. Abby could feel it, just beyond the smooth skin and binding muscle: the thick, meaty stew that had once been a person just like herself, now making its way down through the girl’s inner workings, being processed, being absorbed.

*squish* *squish* *squish*

Abigail smiled as she felt another little piece of meat dissolve at her touch, surrendering to become another indistinguishable part of the sloshing chyme, and a part of Chloe’s body by extension. That was Abby’s favorite part, feeling those last little bits fade away beneath her fingertips, as she helped her friend’s belly along.

*squish* *squish* *glorp*

Abigail worked her deft fingers around the new little gas bubble she’d found, gently massaging around it, kneading the surrounding food out of the way, moving it upwards until-

*guuuuurgle* *Urp*!

“Ahhhhhh…” came another satisfied moan from Chloe. The girl was a picture of bliss, putty- in metaphor and in texture- beneath Abby’s hands. She lay in bed, one arm dangling off the edge, the other with its fingers curled gently around the sheets, legs splayed and limp.

These were practically the moments she lived for. Almost as much as gulping them down, this is what she was looking forward to every time she was looking over her next ‘occupant’.

And Abby? Well, the smile on her face, almost as big as her big-bellied friend’s blissful grin, told it all. They were a match made in… well, perhaps not in heaven, but they certainly were a match.

The sunbeams and shadows drifted by with the hours as the regular squishing and sloshing of Abigail’s massage kept time, accented by the odd gurgle and belch as the gases which had once been a part of Chloe’s latest meal managed to get lucky and find their way out of her churning gut.

Of course, eating a big meal like that was a tiring affair, almost as much as massaging a big, rounded belly, and despite the mutual pleasure, both girls ended up drifting off into sleep; first Chloe, nearly melting herself under her friend’s touch, and then Abby, who eventually laid her head down on the soft, cushy midriff she’d been working so diligently, and passed out to the sounds of the unyielding workings of the busy stomach within.

…

A long, warbling gurgle crept out from Chloe’s gut, though that wouldn’t have done much to disturb the peaceful, smiling Abigail. No, what woke Abby was the sudden sensation that the belly she’d been so comfortably resting on was trying to push her away.

She opened her eyes and looked over to Chloe. The other girl seemed to have just woken up as well, instinctively sitting up before she’d even noticed Abby’s head on top of her- not that she minded it. Actually, she was much more concerned with what was happening inside her belly. She slid a hand down to feel her midriff, already noticeably smaller than she remembered.

Abigail gave a wide yawn and a little stretch. “Were we out for that long?”

“Feels like it.”

*grooooan*

“Sounds like it too.”

As comfy as Chloe was, snuggled up in her bed with her nice, warm meal resting atop her, the gradually growing discomfort inside was, as always, a good convincer. Her chest swelled with a deep breath as she braced herself for movement.

Abigail stood up and took a step back to make room for her friend’s legs as she swung them out over the side of her bed, her liquid-filled belly sloshing loudly. Chloe’s feet hit the floor with a soft thud, pressed by the extra weight.

But she always carried it well. She stood up without a problem, and still half-asleep, trudged off toward the bathroom- with Abigail following close behind. The sounds of the girl’s body dominated the otherwise silent space, whether it was the rhythmic thud of her steps, the accompanying sloshes as her rounded paunch swayed back and forth with her stride, or the frequent little burbles and squelches that snuck out as the contents within shifted and settled, nudged onwards by the unseen forces of her greedy gut.

Entering the bathroom, Chloe habitually pushed the door out of the way and then turned to close it, only to come face to face with Abby whose smile almost instantly shrank to the verge of a disappointed frown.

“You wanna watch again, don’t you?” Chloe asked.

Abigail lowered her head and looked up with a pleading expression that could give a puppy a run for its money.

Chloe rolled her eyes but smiled. It was definitely a bit weird, but then again none of this was ‘normal’, and it’s not like she had anything the other girl hadn’t seen before- a number of times by now.

“Alright,” she allowed, her smile getting a bit wider as she saw Abby’s return.

*Disposal*

She walked in and over to the large toilet, casually undoing the clasp on her pants before sliding them down her legs with her underwear. Abigail walked in behind her and watched as she lowered herself onto her porcelain throne, meeting the seat with an unusually loud clank- after all, she was sitting for two at the moment. Chloe watched her endearingly eager friend crouch down in front of her, the girl’s eyes falling to her bulging belly as it rumbled ominously.

Chloe felt the accompanying shift of pressure within her gut, her meal settling into position at its exit. She relaxed and spread her legs, taking a deep breath.

Abigail’s eyes drifted downward.

*frrt* … *sploosh*

The little burst of gas trumpeted the arrival of the first little turd, squeezing out into the air and then into the water below. It was the first little piece of her food to touch the outside world again since it had been human, oh so many hours ago. And it was the first of many.

Or perhaps ‘much’ would be a better word, because what followed the lone dropping wasn’t another solitary hunk of post-Chloe meat, but rather the start of a firm, rounded log.

Abby’s eyes widened a bit as she watched the long mass of steaming brown slither out from her friend’s pucker, flowing evenly from the dark depths of the girl’s bowels, down into the open bowl beneath.

*guuuurgle* *glorp* went Chloe’s belly, already taking advantage of the newly available space to shove more of her once-human meal down through the squishy maze of her guts.

That one detail was almost all Abigail could think about. She hardly noticed the rising smell or her friend’s privates staring her dead in the face. No, the only detail that filled her mind was the fact that the stuff she was seeing squeeze out of her friend’s body had once been human. That had been a living, breathing person, just like her, and Chloe had eaten them, ground them up into mush in her belly, taken all the precious nutrients for herself, absorbing everything of value that the person ever was, and in the end, turned them into this.

Abigail could see a few signs: little white flakes of bone embedded in the brown, a few stray pieces of hair, but beyond that, the girl’s body had done a breathtaking job converting its meal into food, and then to waste.

And Chloe handled her meal so effortlessly. Sure, she gave the occasional grunt here and there, but the way her body just squeezed all that processed food along. Abby could tell just by how smoothly the brown log was being pushed out that her friend’s insides had nothing less than total control over the once-human turd- and had ever since the moment Chloe took her final swallow.

*frrrrt*

“Ahhh…” The plump-bellied girl sighed. She wiggled her hips a bit in the seat, then tightened her abdomen yet again to push out more of the remains from her rear. “Better flush while I can,” she muttered, reaching back to press the lever on the bowl. They both knew that if they waited for the end of the dump, the bowl ended up more than a bit too full to go down easy. A common toilet couldn’t hope to match the efficiency of her gut.

Abby watched, through the framing of her friend’s parted legs, as the water swirled, carrying those brown, post-digestion masses with it, slipping out of sight down the drain, even as more waste continued to slip out and pile up in its place. Her eyes flicked up as a bit of motion caught her attention: Chloe’s hand, moving up seemingly on instinct to rub at the shrinking bulge.

“I could…” Abigail muttered. She reached out her own hands, putting them next to Chloe’s and gave a firm, practiced-

“Ooooooh~” Chloe moaned as she felt those fingers press into her gut and begin their lovely little movements again.

*glorp* *guuurgle* *frt* *plop*

“Ahh… You are the best Abby.”

Abigail smiled wider, and continued her massage absentmindedly as her eyes slipped back down to the bowl.

Within a few minutes and a few more flushes, Chloe’s bowels were empty. Another successful meal, taken from gullet to stomach to shitter. Now with a much flatter belly, the girl tore off some toilet paper and wiped herself before tossing the soiled tissue on the last messy bits of her used-to-be-meal, and sending it all off with a final flush. Abby felt a little shiver watching it go.

Putting her hands on her thighs, Chloe arched her back in a stretch (while Abigail still stared) and then finally stood up, hiked up her pants again and headed for the sink.

*Discussion (Clean; Post-Disposal)*

“Well, another one down the drain,” she remarked in satisfaction as she turned the water on.

“Yup,” Abby replied, “Hm… I wonder who the next lucky person will be to take the trip.”

“Hehe, geeze Abb, thinking about the next one already?”

“I know you’re not hungry yet, I just can’t help it.”

“Sometimes, I think you enjoy it when I eat more than I do,” Chloe joked.

“I’m not the one moaning from belly rubs,” Abby jabbed back playfully.

“You tell anyone about that and I’ll eat you next,” Chloe replied just as playfully, turning off the faucet and grabbing a towel.

“Promise?”

“Ha. You should really be more careful joking around like that, I might think you were serious.”

Abigail glanced away, fidgeting for a moment as something lurked hidden under her smile.

“Abby?”

“What?” she replied unconvincingly.

“What?” Chloe repeated back.

“Okay… it’s just… I always have kinda wanted… wanted to end up in your belly.” Abby blushed, wriggling her toes nervously, averting her gaze again.

“…Wait, for real?” asked Chloe. Her embarrassed friend nodded with uncharacteristic meekness in reply.

She thought about the number of times Abby had made jokes vaguely to that effect, about her other meals being ‘lucky’, or her stuffed belly looking ‘so cozy’. Or, at least, she had thought they were-

“All those jokes?”

“Uh-huh. You never really caught on, and I didn’t want you to think I was any weirder than you already do.”

“Weird? Abby, you’re a freak!” Chloe replied with wholehearted fondness and a friendly chuckle. “And I’m an even bigger freak!” she added, then took a pause as she processed the situation. “Eating you?” she remarked after a moment, seeming to contemplate the idea. “Would you really want me to do that?” There was clearly a hint of reluctance in her voice, owing to all the good times and the unique, oddly friendly relationship they shared, but only a hint.

Abby turned her eyes back to Chloe, glancing over her face, but quickly moving down to her now-empty belly. Her smile couldn’t help but grow as she imagined that belly doing all the same things she’d watched it do to every other person the girl had swallowed, but this time with her filling it up inside. There was no reluctance in the quiet, excited nods she gave as an answer.

Chloe’s smile nearly vanished for just a moment, but she took another look at that bubbly, eager excitement on her friend’s face, and her own smile couldn’t help but return.

“Well, who am I to turn down an amazing meal like you?”

Abigail’s eyes widened. Hearing those words, hearing Chloe refer to her that way, it sent a jolt through her. She nearly started vibrating.

“You mean it?!”

“It’ll be a shame to churn up those magic fingers of yours, but, hey, they’re your fingers after all. If that’s what you want…”

“Yes! Oh, Chloe!” Abigail rushed forward and through her arms around the other girl, showing her vast excitement and appreciation while also taking keen note of the squishy belly she was pressing against, the one she’d soon be inside.

“Whoa, girl. Save that for later.”

Abby released as she contemplated the meaning of those words. Her soon-to-be-consumer was right, she should save her strength for where it mattered.

“Well, come on then,” Chloe instructed, turning to walk out of the bathroom.

“N-now?! But you just ate. I thought you weren’t hungry.” She sounded disbelieving, rather than unwilling.

“I’m sure I can make some room for you.” And looking at her next meal always did have a way of bringing back her appetite.

Abby hurriedly followed her friend back into the bedroom, excitedly fiddling with her fingers and toes as she followed Chloe’s casual pace.

“Hm… should I expect any kind of fight out of you?” Chloe asked. It was a multilayered question. Abby had gotten pretty good at judging potential meals and helping get them down, but now she was being asked to judge herself. Abby had never seen anyone go down willingly before. Maybe Chloe was asking if her friend-turned-food would still be this eager once she was wrapped up in an esophagus?

“No way,” Abigail replied. She definitely wouldn’t be putting up a fight, she’d be letting that body work her over until she was nothing but mush, just like all the other people she’d watched digest in that amazing gut.

“Well, in that case, we can make this easy. Why don’t you get up on the bed.”

Abby silently obeyed, going ahead to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Lay down, um… on your belly,” Chloe decided.

Abby did as she was told, sinking down into the soft bedding, still warm from the long, digestion-stimulating nap they had taken together, and craning her neck to look over her shoulder as Chloe stepped behind her.

The other girl knelt down on the floor, her head and shoulders becoming level with her meal’s body. Abigail could start to feel the warm breath on her toes.

“Last chance,” Chloe offered out of courtesy; this was Abby she was about to eat, after all. “This throat is a one-way trip.”

“I know,” Abby replied. Oh boy did she know.

“Well, it’s been real nice knowing ya, Abby. It really has.” Chloe licked her lips preparingly, and then her mouth opened.

*Swallowing*

Abigail felt a wetness at her feet, and a wetness between her legs, as Chloe’s tongue came forward to taste her, and cheeks began to stretch around her ankles. She was so excited she could hardly believe it. Chloe, actually eating her. She thought back to the meal she’d just helped send down that gullet earlier today. She’d watched them wriggle and squirm as her friend’s belly got to work, watched them grind down into mush, fell asleep to the sounds of their churning remains, watched them come back out the other side. All of that would be her soon.

*gulp*

Chloe’s throat suddenly pulled her tight, the fleshy walls binding her ankles together and holding them firm. Almost to convince herself this was real, she tugged her legs gently a few times. Chloe’s body swayed lightly at the pressure, but her gullet held iron-firm, not slipping an inch.

Not until she gave the next swallow.

*gulp*

Chloe’s body jumped further up Abby’s as Abby was simultaneously pulled deeper inside, up over her calves. And then Chloe leaned back again, and Abigail felt herself slide against the bedding as the hungry, esophageal muscles dragged her along. The warm, slick tongue ran over her skin, savoring her taste, giving Abby a little gasp and a sharp twinge in her crotch. And then the process repeated.

*gulp*

Abby began to desperately regret… the position they had chosen, as she continued to crane her neck, only to be able to see Chloe’s face and back, and not the bulge she knew was forming at the front of the girl’s neck, soon to travel all the way down her chest.

But she could feel it. She’d gotten a few ‘tastes’ of this before; she’d had her arm down Chloe’s throat just a few hours ago, if only briefly, but now every little sensation felt like it was the first time. After all, this was the first time she’d be getting the full experience. The first, last and only time.

*gulp*

*gulp*

*gulp*

It was clear Chloe was taking her time. Taking little swallows at a leisurely pace. Maybe on some level she was giving Abby every opportunity to change her mind; Chloe had pulled her friend’s arm from her throat before, a couple of legs wouldn’t any more break the ‘one-way’ rule. But judging by the look on the girl’s stretched face, and the way her tongue was working over her new meal, it seemed much more like she was savoring this unique culinary experience. And Abby loved that. Seeing the corners of those parted lips curling up, and those familiar eyes fluttering in delight; Abigail knew she must be a delicious meal, and it filled her with pride, seeing and feeling how earnestly she was being tasted.

And then another shudder of Chloe’s hungry gullet pulled Abigail’s waist into the gaping mouth.

*gulp*

*Cunnilingus*

“Eeep!” Abby clasped her hands over her mouth, blushing. She heard a curious tone from her friend’s stuffed throat, and felt Chloe’s tongue- oh boy did she feel her tongue- probing tenderly around her loins, through the tight pants she was wearing. It was by far the wettest part of her body not yet in a gullet.

“Chloe, I- Ohhhh!”

The wet, spongy muscle suddenly pressed directly into her crotch, cutting off Abby’s words with a sudden moan.

Chloe hummed a playfully knowing “Oh?” She’d eaten plenty of people, but she’d never eaten anybody out. Honestly, she’d never expected to, much less that it would be Abby, in the process of swallowing her for dinner- which apparently was something that turned her on. But Abby had so often gone out of her way for the sake of Chloe’s pleasure, it only seemed right to return the favor. After all, she had eaten plenty of people before, it’s not like eating someone out would really be any more intimate in the end.

Of course, she was eating Abby with her consent, and she felt that same standard should apply here. So Chloe pressed her tongue up against her meal’s inner thigh, and felt the shiver run down from Abby’s spine to the legs trapped inside her tight gullet. Then, meeting Abby’s eyes, she inched her tongue a touch closer, approaching that wettest of spots, and gave a questioning tone.

At a loss for words, she saw her friendly meal nod intently. That was consent enough for her.

“OOOOHHH!” came the vibrant exclamation of pleasure as Abby once again felt the tongue plunge itself against her privates, through the ever-so-thin barrier of her clothes. She could feel the alien wetness soaking in, the soft, spongy texture pressing into her intimate crevasses.

Chloe’s mouth was tight, and Abby’s legs were firmly clamped together by the powerful gullet creeping up her body, but that only heightened the already ridiculous sensitivity of every nerve still within reach. And Chloe’s nimble tongue worked its way as deep as it could manage, worming and flexing. Abigail began to writhe on the bed, yelping and moaning, moving with more vigor than any meal Chloe had ever had try to resist being eaten.

The pace quickened and quickened, Chloe following the rhythmic cues of the body halfway within her, and then came one, firm, well placed, thrust of her tongue, and Abigail gave a particularly passionate shout, and then collapsed, still, but for her panting.

*Swallowing Continues*

Chloe allowed her meal a moment to rest, mainly out of consideration for her friend, but Abby perked up again when a low rumble from the waiting belly tickled her toes and called to her ears.

“Go on, Chloe,” she said between deep breaths, “I’m yours.”

Chloe smiled around her again, happy to oblige.

*gulp*

Abigail felt her entire waist sucked down the other girl’s throat in an instant, already setting a new tingle within as her crotch was squeezed tight.

*gulp*

*gulp*

*gulp*

The wet and the warmth worked their way up Abigail’s belly, even as she felt her legs folding up within Chloe’s. And with every swallow she was pulled a bit further off the bed, her arms trailing limply behind, but she continued to put in the effort of twisting her neck so she could see as well as she could the spectacle that was her own consumption.

*gulp*

*gulp*

*gulp*

It reached a whole new level, when those jaws began to wrap around her chest. Her lungs forcing against the encroaching tightness of Chloe’s hungry throat, that’s when it started sinking in in full. She began to tremble- from excitement. She was going to be Chloe’s meal, her food, another treat for her amazing gut to gurgle and churn.

Chloe leaned back again, and this time fully upright as well, lifting Abby finally off the mattress, while taking another hefty swallow.

*gulp*

Abigail sunk down up to her shoulders, her chest now upright as well within her friend’s throat. And now, finally, she understood the advantage of this position that Chloe had picked for her: the unbelievable sight it offered her now that they were nearing the end.

She looked down, and there was Chloe’s throat, bulging with the form of her own body tucked inside. And below that, bulging even further, was the girl’s belly, one pointed lump stretching the surface where her knees pressed into the squishy walls.

*gulp*

Abby watched the familiar shudder run through her friend’s gullet, watched the various bulges slide and grow, and felt herself moving beneath them. She was watching herself get eaten; watching Chloe swallow her alive. Never, even in her wildest dreams, had she managed to conjure something as vivid as this.

“Chloe…” she breathed, stunned and amazed, looking down at her own bulge in the familiar belly. Reaching down, she could just barely touch it, her arm stretching the edge of Chloe’s cheek to reach. Chloe placed a hand on Abby’s against her stomach, pressing it lightly into the pudge. Abigail out of habit flexed her fingers, the muscles falling into the routine motions of a massage, and she heard a happy gurgle squeak out from inside- and felt the shifting stomach wall that had made the sound.

Chloe moaned quietly around her.

“One more massage, huh?” Abby muttered, “I wonder how well I’ll be able to do it from the inside?”

Abby couldn’t see Chloe’s face anymore, but the girl’s eyes went wide at the thought, just before she gave another greedy-

*gulp*

The hand was tugged away from her belly, but the loss of that sweet touch was replaced by the growing pleasure of this new meal swelling out the hungry chamber within, rubbing against those walls from the inside.

That last swallow had pulled Abby’s breasts beyond the slip of Chloe’s tongue. Now only her head and arms remained, hot breath creeping up over her face from the depths below.

“Take me, Chloe,” she muttered. “I’m all yours.”

*gulp*

A loud squelch filled Abby’s ears as she was pulled inside. She watched the pink tongue that had so deftly pleasured her rush into view, only to be almost completely obscured an instant later as the fleshy muscle of Chloe’s throat folded over her face, clenching around her arms, leaving just the tiniest of gaps between them. In leaked the very last bit of light from the outside world, showing a fleeting glimpse of Chloe’s room, the room where the two of them had enjoyed so many meals together, now framed by the red, pink and white of the girl’s mouth.

And even though this would be the last meal they’d share together, they were both sure they would enjoy this one most of all.

*gulp*

*gulp*

*gulp*

The peristalsis took her, sliding her down. Elbows, forearms and fingers disappeared into the gaping gullet with a wet slurp, gliding smoothly behind shapely breast and between smooth curves to the waiting chamber that was Chloe’s stomach.

*Post-Swallow*

Chloe felt her old friend slip inside and come to rest. She smacked her lips.

“Not bad, Abby. Not bad at all,” she spoke a bit facetiously, not used to a meal of this gravity. She stood up- the physical gravity of a meal in her belly was one she was quite used to- and pulled Abigail back onto the bed along with her, cozying back up into the blankets; still warm.

“So, what’s it like in there, Abby?” she asked. The girl in her belly was uncharacteristically calm and quiet for food. Perhaps she’d actually be able to get a couple words out? At least until the gurgles started in earnest.

“Amazing!!”

It was more than a bit muffled, to be sure. But the voice was familiar enough that Chloe had little trouble making it out. And, true to her earlier remark, it sounded like her Abby had enjoyed this almost as much- if not more- than Chloe herself. She chuckled, sending jiggles through the fresh bulge in her gut.

*gurgle*

*glorp*

“…You know, I have to ask…” came the voice squeaking from her gut, “…How was your dinner?”

“Ten,” Chloe replied, without a moment’s hesitation, but then hastily corrected her answer by adding an emphatic, “million.”

A barrage of happy squirms erupted from within her belly, triggering a rather large *buuuuurp* which largely overshadowed Abby’s muffled cheers. And as calm began to return to the scene, there came a long, premonitory *guuuuuurgle*, followed by a loud *squelch*. Chloe’s stomach was looking to get to work.

“…So… want one last massage?” came Abby’s voice through the walls of muscle and fat. Chloe put a hand to her belly.

“Oh, Abby, you really are the best, aren’t you?”

The girl within only responded by silently setting to work, the huge grin on her face invisible to all in the cramped darkness of Chloe’s stomach, she set her fingers against the squishy folds of those inner walls and began to press and knead, even as those same walls began to do the same to her.

“Oooooohhh, Abby. I’m sure gonna miss this. I’ll never have another meal like you; sure as hell never another friend like you.”

Chloe had to admit she harbored a bit of regret, sending her friend down as a meal, but in that moment, as those lovely fingers worked their magic in new ways she’d never even imagined, it was quite hard to feel anything other than pleasure and bliss. And more than that, if this was truly what Abby wanted, she’d more than earned it, hadn’t she? Who was Chloe to keep her friend from such a well-deserved reward? Sure, she’d miss Abigail and her charm and her company and- yes- her magnificent massaging fingers. But in the end, Chloe was happy that she’d managed to give her old friend exactly what she wanted, like no one else could.

Chloe noticed one of the massaging hands drift away from her walls, and watched the outline in her bulge slink down to where she knew Abby’s crotch should be. She smirked to herself. Under normal circumstances, she might have playfully scolded the girl and told her not to slack off, but not this time. She was free to enjoy herself in there however she liked, strange and kinky or otherwise, she’d more than earned it. Besides, even with only one hand at work, Chloe felt her eyelids drooping with pleasure.

And sleepiness as well, she realized after a moment.

She let them fall fully shut. It was late, after all, and this promised to be one of the most amazing nights of sleep she could possibly hope for. She yawned wide.

“G’night, Abby. Shit ya in the morning.” She smirked at her own joke.

*gurgle* “-ight, Chloe. Thanks for everything.”

Chloe smiled wider, and snuggled her happy bulge.

Originally Published: 15-Apr-2022