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In a quiet room at the back of the house, atop the head of a girl idly sprawled out on her bed, a pair of ears sprung to attention.
“Oh- Vanessa! George is here to play!”
And a moment later, the quiet, idle atmosphere was shattered. Eyes lighting up, she leapt off her mattress and straight for the door, a smile growing on her snout.
George gave a hello to his friend’s parents as he stepped past them and into the house. He started getting the impression that the grownups might be on their way out, but the excited clack and patter of clawed paws on flooring overtook his attention.
Out into view rushed Vanessa, with a big grin only growing in size- and velocity. She laid eyes on him- like a wild animal about to pounce. She didn’t though. She just skidded to a halt in front of him.
“Hey, George! You didn’t tell me you were coming over today!?” she greeted with an abundance of pleasant surprise.
“I wasn’t sure if my parents would say okay, but they did.”
“Yeah!” she cheered.
The human boy laughed happily in response.
The two furred parents shared a silent glance, but accompanied with a pair of smiles.
“Well, we were about to go out for a bit,” the mother informed. “Stay home. We’ll be back in a little while. Remember, you can go to the neighbor for help if you need anything.”
“And try not to scratch up the floor too much, Nessa,” added the father.
“Okay!” their daughter called back. And within another moment or two, the adults were gone, out the very same door that they had just opened for George.
And now another kind of door had opened as well. Only a minute ago, Vanessa had reconciled herself to make the best of just another quiet, boring afternoon at home alone, but now all of a sudden she was contemplating an afternoon of endless possibility!
“So, what you wanna do?” she asked her guest excitedly.
“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug.
“What? You don’t know? You walked all the way here, didn’t you?”
“Well, there wasn’t really anything to do at my house…”
“So you just show up here and expect me to come up with all the fun?” she teased.
“Sorry, I guess I should just go, then,” he shot back with a smirk and turned toward the door.
“No!”
He snickered, and she gave that happy sort of glare which gave away how she was too glad to see him to be properly annoyed at his joke.
“Jerk,” she teased back. “Keep that up and maybe I will make you go home.”
“Yeah? And then what would you do by yourself?”
“You’re right, maybe instead I should just e-”
She stopped quiet. They both did.
It was a joke they both were quite used to making, usually without much thought at all. But it felt different now. Very different. And it gave them both a lot of thoughts.
Both smiles dimmed as fresh memories returned, only to grow again as they both realized what the other was thinking about.
“…Too bad we can’t just go to the hideout, huh,” George muttered.
“Yeah…” she agreed. “Mom just told us to stay home…”
Just like George’s dad had kept him home yesterday, and a storm had passed through the day before.
They’d been dying to go back there; talking about it practically every private moment they’d had since they left, but each day there had been a problem, and neither of them were quite brave enough to try sneaking out at night again. …No matter how bad they both wanted to…
“Can you believe we really did that?” Vanessa asked. “That I really had you in here?” She put a hand to her belly and glanced away as fresh excitement wiggled her whiskers and fluttered her tail.
“I know!” George replied, trying to keep his voice down. “I really want to try it again.”
“Me too! What was it you wanted to try next time?”
“The light, remember?”
“Oh yeah!”
“And you wanted to try all the moving around, right?”
“Yes! I-”
*guuurgle*!
…Both kids stopped, looked down at Nessa’s belly, then broke out laughing.
“Hehe, sorry,” she apologized. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Oh, guess we should talk about something else then…”
The unspoken idea that maybe he might be able to fill her belly until her folks returned with actual food hung silently in the air between them for a moment.
If only they could sneak off to the privacy of their little hideout, where no one else was around to-
Vanessa’s frown slowly started curling up into a grin again. A sly, nervous, excited grin. He saw her tail flutter.
“…Nessa?” George asked.
“…What if… we tried to do it here?”
“What!?”
“I know! But, like, what if?” It was clear in her voice how she was trying to contain her excitement, and how her nerves were showing through. Still, the thought was enticing.
“…I guess no one is around, but… We would get in a lot of trouble if anyone saw us…” George muttered.
“Yeah, especially me…” she agreed. Eating people was very much against, like, all the rules. Super against the rules.
“…And we don’t know how long your parents will be gone for…”
“Nope… I mean, they just left, so I’m sure we’d have enough time, but, still…”
“Yeah, true… And it would be better to do it somewhere I could clean up.”
“Pft, yeah. Last time you had to walk home all smelly and gross.”
“It wasn’t easy to explain why I decided to ‘get up in the middle of the night’ to take a second shower.”
“Second shower?”
“Of course! I didn’t think you’d want to eat me if I was dirty.”
“Oh, hehe, yeah that makes sense.”
… The air hung quiet again for a long moment.
“Sooo…” he muttered.
“… So…” she replied.
“…Do you want to do it again?”
“…Do you want to do it again?”
They asked the question together, equally hesitant. Right up until each heard the other, then they both began to grow nearly identical smiles despite their very different faces.
Vanessa turned, and George quickly followed.
Together, they rushed back down the hall, into a quiet room at the back of the house where no one would bother them. Into Vanessa’s room. He shut the door behind them, and when he turned back around he caught sight of Nessa licking her lips. His eyes widened a touch as a strange rush ran through him, one that hearkened back to a dark spot out in the wilds, just a few nights past. A flaring combination of excitement and… something else.
“S-So, how are we gonna do it this time?” he asked. But she caught the hitch in his voice immediately.
“Hehehe, you’re not nervous, are you? We already did this once, remember?”
“No!” he shot back instantly. “…Um, well, maybe…?”
He couldn’t explain it, really. For just a second, seeing her so ready and eager to swallow him down, now that he’d actually seen what she could do, it had brought up some kind of deep terror out of nowhere. But then, just a second later her smiling face and bubbly laugh made it all disappear. It actually seemed sort of silly, now. So silly that he started chuckling and then finally laughing.
She cocked her head at him and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know, this is just weird,” he answered. And despite the fact that he hadn’t actually managed to explain a single thing, he could see by the look in her eye and the way she nodded back that she knew exactly what he meant.
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll take good care of you, just like last time, alright?”
Just like last time, he thought, as the excitement rose within him once more. He looked her once over quickly, still somehow not quite believing that his friend’s belly was about to hold his entire body. He nodded once, then a few more times, then even more until his eagerly bobbing head made it hard to see.
“Okay, well-” She almost started reaching out to take hold of him, but then quickly stopped herself. That wouldn’t be nice, she corrected mentally, just grabbing him like that, especially if he’s nervous. “Um…” She contemplated that urge for a moment, a little surprised at herself, and eventually decided to do mostly the opposite. “Maybe you start. Just, whenever you’re ready, okay?”
With one more encouraging nod, she did the simplest, most passive thing she could, and just parted her muzzle as wide as it would go on its own.
More flashes of that night in the wilds came back to George’s mind. But he hadn’t really been able to see too much then. Just little glimpses from stray flashlight rays. Now he could see it all. The familiar furry snout spread apart into a landscape of glistening reds and pinks, ridged fleshy walls and gleaming stretches of slowly shifting tastebuds, ringed by her rows of glossy, pointed teeth, several of which nearly dripped as her breath wafted by from… from…
His eyes focused, and without even meaning to he started leaning closer to it. Her throat. Even now, it was mostly in the shadow of her jaws, but there was enough light that he could see it. It looked so… small? He remembered it being tight, but… Had he really completely disappeared down that little opening? His whole body? Is that where he was about to-
*sluuuuurp*
“Blech- pht- Nessa!” he complained, but he could already hear her giggling erupting into full laughter, even as he hurriedly wiped his hands over his face a few times, following the path her tongue had just unexpectedly traced across his skin.
“Sorry, but I’ve kinda been waiting to taste you again,” she admitted.
“Wait, really? I don’t taste that-”
*gurg*! interrupted her belly.
“Oh,” he realized. “Do I really taste that good to you?” he asked.
Vanessa glanced away but nodded a few times.
“Huh…” he pondered for a moment, but he wasn’t left to his thoughts long.
“Sorry, I’ll let you go for real this time,” she told him, and once again opened her jaws broadly before his eyes.
Already he noticed a difference in the sheen of the pink flesh, the extra little pools of saliva that dotted her tongue, and the stray droplets that quickly fell from her teeth to join them. He really wasn’t helping her hunger, was he?
I bet I know what will help, though.
“Okay, Nessa, get ready. I’m going in.”
He leaned in, close and closer, until her teeth tickled the edge of his hair and her breath spun eddies over the still-damp skin she’d just stolen a taste of.
Then he gave her a much bigger taste.
*squelch*!
*Mfff*!
With a quick breath, he plunged his entire head, face-first into her gullet. She squeaked, muffled by the sudden bulge in her throat. Her eyes went wide, but then soft as she lost focus and lost herself in the sudden rush of sensation. It was just as amazing as she remembered it! Maybe even more!
The initial thrill plateaued, and she knew instinctively what her body wanted her to do next, but she took just a second or two of pause first. Not just soaking in the feeling, but also feeling the reaction of her friend. He shifted his feet slightly, wobbling in her maw’s grip, and she realized with a broadening smile that he’d been so excited that he’d almost lost his own balance on the way in.
So, knowing he was okay, she took her first deliberate:
*gulp*
George felt himself lurch down the tight, slick passage, and started grinning almost as wide as the mouth he was disappearing into. Even now he still almost couldn’t believe it. He’d dove face-first into his friend’s mouth and now there he was just slipping down her throat! He could feel it wrapped around him from all sides: pressing his hair against his scalp, his nose in towards his lip. He felt its grip shift and shape itself, adjusting in advance of another:
*GULP*
The previously firm muscle before him parted almost like water as he plunged down deeper, and suddenly it felt like deja vu, like dreaming the same dream twice. Vision completely obscured, his ears tuned themselves to the symphony of crackles, squelches and heartbeats, and the rest of his senses became lost amidst the rising tide of her slick, warm embrace as it quickly rose to claim him.
Neither of them really noticed when she leaned forward, or when she put her hands on him to guide his progress. It was just a flowing; him into her, as her jaws squeezed over his torso and her own chest bulged wider and wider.
*GULP*
Vanessa felt a warmth starting to fill her, a swirl of wonderful experiences each uniquely brilliant in their own right. The feeling of her throat swelling, her belly filling, of George, giving himself to her. She could feel the shape of him inside her, her friend, trusting her with his whole self, giving her the chance to know what this was like, sharing in it with her.
*GULP*
She flexed against him again, pulling him deeper. His head pressed into her stomach, her eyes widened further. She’d been imagining this in the back of her mind ever since the moment she’d let him back out the first time, and now the line between memory, fantasy and reality was blurring into bliss.
*GULP*
She squeezed her gullet, tighter, feeling it flow around her friend’s form and press him tightly into her belly, as it swelled out from her middle. Without even realizing it, she put a hand to the bulge and felt the clear shape of George’s head, slipping along beneath her own fur, shifting as her inner muscles tensed and released to guide him into his proper position.
*GULP*
The feeling of her familiar hand brushing him through the flesh sent a shiver down his curling spine, stunned at the knowledge that this enticing, alien darkness, and those friendly, furry digits were actually one and the same.
Before he knew it, he felt the last sense of weight leave him, as his body became entirely supported by hers. And she felt both her hands fall to her belly, as her gullet fully took over the task of guiding him, and gravity gave up its fight.
*GULP* *GLRK*
That moment; it was so vivid that it seemed to pass like a dream, only fully processed an instant later when she marveled at the memory. It was the moment his feet passed her tongue, and her jaws could relax, and she felt the last of him slide down over the drop of her tongue to fully enter her body. Hers, for the second time.
He experienced a similar moment of his own kind, when those same feet of his finally squelched through the sphincter deep inside her, and it sealed itself shut completely; when his body inevitably stopped the slipping and sliding against her walls and came to rest, curled up tight in the dark, wet heat of her belly.
They felt her claws brush gently through the stretched-thin fur.
Neither spoke.
The first time, they had marveled together at the strange novelty of this new experience, inquiring in shared curiosity. This time, they just silently reveled in its return.
For a long, long moment, there was nothing but the soft ruffle of fur and the ebb and flow of gurgles as the inexperienced gut adjusted to its new arrival.
*squl* … *guuuuuuuuuurgle* *glorp*
Then, suddenly, a faint twitch. She felt it distinctly, vividly, both through her digits as well as her core. Then another, and another, faster. She cocked her head for a moment until she heard the sound rising along with the movements.
“Heh… hehe… hehe-hahahaha!”
Once the giggling started it spread between them, evolving into laughter, shaking George’s enclosure from both inside and out.
They’d done it! They’d been waiting for what felt like forever but they’d finally done it again! The relief from anticipation alone- they couldn’t help but laugh. Not even considering their shared excitement.
“You okay in there?” Vanessa finally asked. She knew the answer, but she felt like she should ask anyway.
“Uh-huh,” came the reply, joy and exhilaration clear in George’s voice, even through the muffling, living walls.
“This is still just… so…” Her words were lost in her smile as she stroked her enormous belly again, noting how far she had to reach with her arm just to get around it.
“I know…” he replied, reaching out himself- in a limited sense- to stroke the inner walls of his friend’s stomach. He felt her shiver at his touch.
They could have spent hours just like that, reveling in each moment, but…
…*glurg*
“…If we take too long, it might be time to let me out before we have a chance to do any of the stuff,” George said reluctantly after a bit.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed, with a similar tone in her voice.
As much as they both wanted to simply enjoy the feeling, they also couldn’t quite ignore their shared curiosity for the things they’d been planning, now that they could finally try.
She gave her belly one last stroke before tearing her eyes off it. She hadn’t even really gotten to see it last time, not in the dark… But she forced herself to look away and glance around, her sight reminding her that she’d just been standing there in her bedroom. It felt weird to be in a place so normal, doing something so strange.
“I guess we probably should have brought stuff in here before I swallowed you, huh?”
“Oh, um, yeah, that probably would have been smart.”
They shared another pair of giggles.
“Okay, um, I’m gonna try walking. Try not to move around too much yet, okay?”
She felt him nod in her gut.
Okay, slowly… just one foot-
He heard a short *eeep*, half drowned out by a *slorsh*, as his world lurched a short distance. Then a few quick breaths from the pair of nearby lungs.
“Nessa?”
“D-Don’t worry, it’s nothing, just getting used to it,” she replied. She definitely hadn’t almost fallen over when she’d leaned forward to take a step. She found herself questioning for a moment how her friend in her belly would feel getting squished under her against the floor like that, but she shooed the thought away.
George felt the living walls around him shift again, even more gently this time. With no vision or any real sense of the outside world, there was only the soft soundscape of the body around him, accompanied by the occasional light squeeze or shove, and the faint sensation of vestibular movement. But in those sounds and sensations, he started to pick out a slow, deliberate rhythm. The dull, padded thump that ran through her bones when her foot came down with their shared weight. The subtle, tiny jerk as she shifted that weight from one leg to the other. The pressure against his feet and butt as her thighs came against him; forward and up into her hanging, bulging belly.
Vanessa reached out cautiously and opened the door to her room. She was walking, slowly, her wonderment momentarily hushed as she was forced to concentrate on the task. She hadn’t really noticed it just standing there but:
“Wow, you’re heavy,” she remarked. Resuming her forward trek through the now-open doorway, she could feel the weight of her belly, shifting and landing with every step.
“Am I too big and strong for you to carry like this?” he teased.
“No,” she asserted, proudly and promptly. But even the slight distraction of their banter almost made her misstep again. “I just have to balance right,” she insisted.
As he listened to her words, vibrating through her insides, he had to silently admit that despite his teasing, she was obviously getting the hang of this. The rhythm of her legs was clearly starting to quicken.
She can really just… walk around with me in her belly. I mean, of course she can. He’d always known she could, everyone like her could. It was a biology thing. They’d learned about it. But it was different to have it actually happen, especially when you were the one inside…
He marveled at the odd, almost familiar feeling. He was so used to walking around in his own body, he didn’t even notice how it felt. But walking around in hers was just different enough to feel weird while still feeling like it should be normal. Each movement surprised him just before he recognized it.
*glurg*
“I think I gotta look in the cabinet,” she warned, cutting through his reverie.
He gave a simple, “Okay,” in response, and waited attentively for her to move.
*squelch*
She felt the weight of her friend come to rest on her thighs as she carefully crouched down, holding onto the counter for balance. A moment from that dark night came flashing back through her mind; he’d felt just like this when she’d sat down with him, hadn’t he? Shifting gently as her belly held him in her lap. But she brushed the memory away and opened the cabinet, rifling through the various items.
“Got it,” heard George in his gastric darkness, just before the pressures below him eased again and he felt himself hoisted upwards with a light grunt.
He didn’t reply, just continued to listen, and to feel. The muffled sounds of doors and drawers reached him through the constant crackling and spattering in his ears and the quiet rush of their combined breathing. He did his best not to move, like she’d asked, so as not to knock anything from her grasp or knock her off balance. But the longer she moved around, the more confident he could feel her becoming.
Then he felt her stop.
“Okay!” she announced, a tone of success in her voice.
“Where are we now?” George asked.
“Back in my room, and I think I’ve got everything we’re gonna need.”
He could practically hear the smile in her voice as he smiled back, fresh excitement once again building.
“Everything?” asked the hopeful voice in her belly with rising anticipation.
With a click of her claw, Vanessa switched on the flashlight she’d retrieved.
“Everything,” she confirmed.
Leaving it on, she carefully picked open the little plastic bag in her other hand and slipped it inside. It was a snug fit, but not too snug. She carefully sealed the opening tightly shut, as a memory of conversation ran through her mind.
“What if next time we took the light and put it inside your belly! Then I could see in there too!”
“Yeah!”
“You think you could swallow that too?”
“Of course, silly! You’re way bigger than a flashlight! Oh- but you’re not supposed to get those wet, are you?”
“Oh, you’re right. You’re definitely very wet inside.”
“Yeah, we’d need some kind of… belly-proof flashlight or something.”
As the memory passed, she looked down at her handiwork.
One belly-proof flashlight, she thought.
“You ready?”
“Yes!”
“You suuure?” she teased.
“Yes! Yes!”
He wiggled in excitement and she giggled in response.
“Okay, okay. Here it comes.”
Vanessa squinted into the glare as she brought the light up to her face and opened her jaws. She had to admit, it felt kind of silly. Eating random things that weren’t food was the kind of thing only babies did. And the hard, angled shape felt strange against her soft maw as her tongue soaked up the less-than-pleasant taste of plastic. It wasn’t anywhere near as fun to swallow as George had been, but she pressed the object into her throat nevertheless.
*gulp*
George heard the sound from up above, and his excitement was tempered by intrigue and surprise. He was listening to her eat. From the inside. Of course he’d heard her swallowing before when she was swallowing him, but this was different. He was already packed away and settled in now. Now he could pay attention.
*gulp* *glrk*
He heard the slight rush of air as her mouth cleared and she released her breath, and then… Well for a moment it seemed like nothing had happened. He almost spoke up to ask if she had actually done it, but then he thought he heard some distinct crackling. Quiet, but quickly getting louder. He did his best to turn his head and point his eyes up in the direction he thought the sound was coming from.
Squinting through the black, he finally saw it: a gently rising glow. For maybe a second or two at best, his gaze focused, and a red light began to fill his vision, quickly growing larger and brighter. Shadows of structures danced in its presence: translucent walls of shifting flesh, pillars of muscle and bone, the hidden, inner workings of his friend’s body. His eyes widened. And then:
“Ahh!”
*splat*
“George?” Vanessa asked her belly with mild concern.
“Bright!” was all it replied.
“Hehehe- I asked if you were ready!” she teased.
He blinked a few times, his pitch-black-adjusted eyes recovering from the moment her sphincter had opened and blasted him with the unobstructed glare of a thousand suns. He’d let it surprise him so bad that he’d even let the flashlight knock right against his face when her throat let go of it. He slipped a hand against his sore nose to rub it, strands of slime glinting between his digits.
Wait, glinting?
Yes! He could see! He could see his hand! It was such a common sight that he almost hadn’t realized! Instinctively he tried to push it back from his face to get a better look, but the moment it pressed into the yielding mass beyond, his attention- and his gaze- instantly shifted.
“Whoa…!”
Jaw falling slack, and eyes widening again despite the drifting spots and lingering daze, he stared. A glistening wall of pink stretched over the back of his hand, half-illuminated by indirect torchlight.
George glanced down and reached with his other hand, wriggling awkwardly to grab what had just been delivered into his lap, courtesy of Vanessa’s throat. His fingers wrapped around the saliva-soaked plastic and he pointed the light as best he could.
Small rivulets of slime caught the light, breaking up the even sheen as they trickled oozingly down the smooth, pink muscle which surrounded him on all sides. He could see it folding over his knees, pressing inward over his shoulders, descending from the bulge made by his head.
Passing his knuckles over the surface, he saw the trails left behind in the mucus; a sight to match with the now-familiar crackling and squelching that attended each of his movements.
“…Well?!” Vanessa finally demanded, her patience running out. “What’s it like?!”
“It’s kinda gross!” he called back excitedly. “But cool!”
“Hey!”
Following the scolding tone, George suddenly got a very good close-up view of the stomach walls. They pressed in around him, folding even tighter over his body to fill much of the little nooks of space her belly had left him.
*squelch*!
“What!?” he protested.
“Don’t call me gross!” She crossed her arms, resting them atop his bulge.
“I said cool too!”
She listened to her belly plead its case and considered for a moment.
“Fine, I guess,” she conceded. She had to admit, it made sense it would probably be a little gross, but he didn’t have to say it. She did wonder, though… “What does it actually look like?”
“It’s, um… Well I guess it’s kinda like your mouth? But, like, a lot bigger? It’s all pink and… kinda shiny?”
“Pink and shiny? Sounds pretty,” she replied.
That certainly hadn’t been George’s first thought when seeing the inside of her stomach- not that he went around calling things pretty in general anyway- but hearing her say it…
“…You know…” He watched the wall of muscle before him gently ebbing and flowing with her breathing. “It actually kinda is,” he admitted.
She giggled lightly at the compliment, and he saw the vibrations, the trembling of the soft pink, with little flecks of mucus dripping free onto his body- already too thoroughly coated for him to feel them.
It seemed weird, now that he had light, not to be able to see her, but to still feel her presence so firmly. Her company was quite literally inescapable, but the friendly girl herself was nowhere to be found. All he could see was… Well, this was her, technically, wasn’t it?
*guuugrle*
The stomach squeezed at him again, an involuntary wave rolling through the walls and down over his body. A spectacle as much as a reminder. She’d been nice and done his thing first, but this couldn’t last forever, not safely, and now it was her turn.
“Hey, Nessa.”
“Yeah?”
*slosh*
Looking down at her belly- not that she’d hardly taken her eyes off of it- she saw and felt the huge bulge jerk to one side and then wobble back into place.
*slosh* went her stomach a second time, maybe even a bit harder.
“Hehe, okay, hold on, hold on!” she told him. She knew what he was getting at.
Spurred on by excitement, she moved as quickly as she could toward a corner of her room, where she could brace herself against the walls.
*burble* *glorp*
She could feel an excitement in her belly too, as those wiggles sparked something in her, something she’d only barely tasted the last time George had slipped past her tongue and back.
One moment in particular from that night had stuck in her mind. She’d given him a little squeeze to tease him, and as payback he’d shaken himself around inside. It had surprised her, maybe even scared her a little, almost knocked her over. But it had also felt… strangely good. When they’d started talking about what they should try next time, she’d been quick to bring it up. She wanted to feel him moving around in there again.
Vanessa leaned back gently, letting some of George’s weight pass into the walls. Then, with budding nervous anticipation, she gave him the word:
“Okay, I’m ready.”
*shlorp*… *squelch*-*squish*… *glorsh*
Her hips moved outside of her command, dragged along ever so slightly by the weight of her belly as her friend rocked hard within it, first one way, then the other, then back. The feeling within her rose further, a tingling warmth.
*guuuuurgle* went her gut, as it shifted its grip on this suddenly rowdy ‘meal’.
“Ooohhh-hehehehe,” she breathed, teeth poking out through a huge grin. “George, that feels… I don’t know, but, like, keep going!”
He looked up curiously toward her unseen face, hearing the clear thrill in her voice and wondering just how it must feel. He tried and failed to imagine her side, even as he shoved his shoulder against the slick wall again, but he started to smile happily nonetheless, as he heard the excitement in her voice.
“Can you do it more?” she asked.
“Liiiike this?”
*squelch*!
“Whoa! Yeah!”
*squelch*! *glorsh*!
She leaned back harder, pressing her hands and paws into the walls too for extra support, her face practically glowing.
“That all you got!?” she teased.
Huffing and puffing in the stale belly air, George furrowed his brow and doubled his efforts. He rocked forward and back with all the weight, pressing harder than he’d previously dared, striking with hands, elbows and knees, almost like he was fighting his friend’s stomach rather than enjoying it.
She stared down at the furiously jiggling bulge with amazement, as she basked in the waves and waves of sensation which flowed from within. She could feel every one of his shoves, and every responding move her stomach made as it pressed back in around him, squeezing her warmth into him and letting it radiate back out. She didn’t understand it, but she knew she didn’t want it to stop.
The sounds of a busy belly filled the room, some from his movements and some from hers, as she gradually relaxed her muscles and her restraint, basking in the wild elation of this strange new joy.
*squelch*! *guuuuurgle*! *glorp-glursh*
“Hya!”
*glursh*!
“Whaa- Oof!”
Battered by the fleshy walls and running out of energy, George gave his all into one last firm shove, straight against the wobbling dome of her belly, pushing with hands and feet together.
It was too much for Vanessa, the momentum sent her lurching forward, away from the wall, and tumbling down straight on top of her enormous gut.
*squarsh*!
George wiggled uncomfortably, feeling the hard, flat, unyielding surface beyond pressing the slick walls tight against him.
Vanessa, mildly dazed, shook her head slightly and rolled off onto one side.
*UUUUURRRP*!
It came flying out before she realized it, and her eyes went wide. Suddenly all her manners and dignity came rushing in just as abruptly as the air rushing out of her gut.
“Um… excuse me…” she practically squeaked.
“Pffft- HAHAHhahah!!”
She felt a wiggling in her belly again, though much gentler than a moment ago, as her friend broke out into laughter.
“Hey!”
“Hahahaha…”
“Hey! Quit it!”
“…hahahah… ha… ha… heh…” his mirth petered out into a series of winded pants.
*guuuurgle*… went the dull rumble of her stomach around him.
She pushed herself up with a wet *slorsh* and crossed her arms with a pout. George felt the rush of the pooling liquids over him as his world turned, and it played on his ears and skin like a calming breeze to his hazy mind.
“Meanie…” she muttered. “…George?”
“Huh? Oh, um…” he shook his head a bit.
*GURG*
That’s when she finally noticed it. That feeling again. The one she’d felt the other night. That wild, churning hunger deep in her gut. It had snuck up on her while they were playing rough! How long had it been there!?
“Are you okay?” she asked, worry creeping deeper into her voice.
“Yeah, I’m… just kinda tired,” he replied.
“Okay, I think it’s time to get you out,” Vanessa decided with suppressed reluctance.
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he agreed wearily.
“Alright, I’ll walk over to the-”
*click*
Her ears perked up and she stopped dead. It was a very faint noise, but she knew it distinctly. It was the sound of her front door opening.
What!? No!! My parents!? No way! They like just left!
And then came a voice.
“Hello? Vanessa?”
High pitched, feminine, familiar.
“Lina!” Nessa whispered harshly.
“Huh?” came a muttered tone from her enormous, very noticeable belly.
“Lina just walked in!” I guess George wasn’t the only one who wanted to come over today.
“Lina!? Like in the room!?”
“Shhh! No! In the front door. Quiet or she’ll hear you!”
“Vanessa?” the other girl called again, closer now.
Hefting George off the floor in her gut, she stood up straight again and made for her door. It was only a matter of time before her friend’s ears or nose led her there. She had to think fast.
“Don’t move. And don’t make a sound.”
Lina’s claws clacked softly as she stepped into her friend’s quiet house. She’d almost assume no one was home, if not for the other girl’s thick scent still in the air. She was more than halfway down the hall when she heard a vague, muffled noise, and then the bedroom abruptly swung open in front of her. From around the edge of the door popped a familiar, furry face with a friendly smile. Just a face; nothing else.
“Um, hey, Lina,” Nessa greeted awkwardly. She was leaning over, balancing half on one leg, desperately trying not to let any of her bloated belly sag into view as she hid behind the door.
“Hey, Vanessa!” the other girl greeted warmly. “I thought maybe you’d want to hang out and… Is something wrong?” The smiling muzzle shifted to mild concern.
“Oh, no. Nope. Everything’s fine.”
“…Are… are you sure?”
Not only was it clear that something was going on. But it was also very obvious that she was attempting to hide that something just out of sight.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just- *uuurp*”
Unable to bring a hand up to cover her mouth without risking discovery, she resorted to clamping her muzzle shut with an awkward amount of force and drooping her ears in embarrassment. She almost wanted to blame George, despite the need for secrecy, except that she wasn’t actually sure if it had been him or just her own nerves.
“‘Scuse me,” she muttered awkwardly.
“…Nessa?” Lina questioned again, finally taking another hesitant step forward, and even leaning to one side like she was hoping to get a better look at whatever was obviously going on.
“Wait! Lina, I’m-” She was out of time, she said the first plausible thing she could think of. “-I’m naked!” she blurted out.
The other girl stopped quickly and hastily quit her peeping.
“S-Something happened, and, um, all my clothes are messed up. Everything’s in the wash.”
“Oh! Um, sorry,” Lina offered. “I just saw George come over so I thought- Nevermind. You sure you’re okay, though? You don’t need any help, do you?”
She felt another hungry clench in her stomach.
*GUUURG*
“George?” she replied, pretending not to hear anything. “He was here, but he had to go back home. Sorry, we can hang out some other time, alright?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine.” The other girl paused, and her curiosity almost got her to ask what exactly had happened to mess up all her friend’s clothes. But something about the sounds she was hearing made her think twice. Those might not be answers she wanted to hear… or smell. “I’ll see ya later.”
Nessa watched her friend turn around, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Perhaps just loud enough to be heard by the boy in her belly. She watched Lina go back to the front door, open it again and wave goodbye. Vanessa gave her best, least-awkward smile in response, right up until the entrance finally clicked shut once more.
“Phew! Hehehe, that was kinda close, huh George?”
Now returned to privacy, she stepped fully out of her bedroom with her eyes set on the bathroom. Disaster averted.
“…George?”
*blurble*
“…Nessa?”
The girl’s eyes went wide with alarm. He did not sound okay. He sounded weak and tired and quiet. Almost more belly than George!
“Oh no! Hold on!” she urged, and took off as fast as she could down the hall. Despite her enormous belly, she moved with impressive speed, rushing into the restroom and over to the tub, where she finally stumbled to her knees.
*slosh* went George as she came down.
“I’m letting you out now, okay?”
She didn’t immediately hear an answer, so she stopped waiting for one. Instead she did her best to remember what this had felt like the last time, searched her core for the right muscles, and clenched.
*rechh*… *recch*… *recch*…
Vanessa could feel her belly rocking, shifting its contents with every flex, as her throat began to open and relax.
*rechh*… Come on… *rechh* Come on!
*SCLURG*!
But George was just so big and heavy in her gut. And she could feel how much her belly wanted to keep him, how much her throat wanted to stay closed. It wasn’t at all like how easily it had opened to let him inside. Still, she pushed.
*rechh*… *recch*!
“Come on, George! You gotta help, remember!?”
*rechh*! *recch*!
“George!”
*rechh*!
“Come on!!” There was a surge of fear. “I don’t want to eat you for real! GEORGE!”
She felt a stirring in her body, a movement that wasn’t her own.
“Push!” she commanded, both with her voice and with her muscles.
*RECHH*!
She felt the feet against the base of her belly give a kick. Her stomach muscles squeezed hard, and her throat finally surged open. Feeling her friend’s head swell upwards into her chest, she quickly clenched her gut once more, tensing up around his bottom for leverage.
*RECHH*! *reechh*! *reechh*! *reeechh*! *reeechh*!
*GASP*
Vanessa felt sputters of breath against her tongue as her friend’s face finally resurfaced, and felt the heaving of his chest within her own. She hiked her tail high, trying to angle her body downward to aid his release as she continued to clench and shove from within.
*squelch*! *squlorp*! *splop*!
Out rolled George from Vanessa’s jaws, coughing and limp, into the tub. Along with a fair amount of stomach slop and slime which had built up around him. She spat a few times, but ignored the taste entirely once she set eyes on her friend’s face.
“George!? George! What happened!?” He looked weak and worn out and not happy at all.
“*cough* *cough* Nessa… *cough* Sorry. I think your belly was just too comfy.” He regained a small smile. “I think I kinda fell asleep?”
“Are you hurt!? Did I…” The words caught in her throat on the way out, like a stubborn George.
The daze lifting, he looked himself over. There was thick slimy goop everywhere. It was a little itchy, but nothing seemed to hurt.
“No,” he answered, “I don’t think so. I feel-” Then he noticed his friend’s face, all scared and upset.
“Nessa? Are you okay?”
“Am I okay!? You stopped talking and I- I thought maybe-” Her sentence was broken with a quiet whimper.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, shifting to sit up in the tub.
“George… that was scary… Really scary…”
“…I know,” he admitted solemnly. He knew what she meant; what she wasn’t saying. That one moment of fear had suddenly cast everything into a starkly different light. “…But, it was also really fun, right?” Despite herself, she saw his returning smile and felt one growing on her muzzle too.
“Yeah,” she admitted, but after a moment her frown returned.
“…You don’t… want to stop doing it, do you?” he asked, worried by the thought. Her frown deepened as she considered the question, conflicted.
“…Do you? I mean, you’re the one who… I don’t want you to, you know, get hurt or anything…” she ran a set of guilty claws through the fur of her arm.
“It’s okay. You promised to take good care of me, remember?” he said with an encouraging, trusting smile.
She felt some warmth at his words, but they didn’t do much to lull the guilt in her gut that he’d left behind.
“I mean, unless you changed your mind about that and want to really gobble me up now,” he teased.
“George!” she scolded. “Of course not!”
“Oh, good, that’s a relief.” He chuckled at his own joke as she glared (but smirked). “I think we’ll be okay then,” he added a bit more candidly. “We just have to remember to be careful. I think we maybe got a little carried away this time.”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “Maybe you shouldn’t move around that much, I think it makes my belly go faster…” But George could see the sorrowful drop in her expression as she resigned herself to never feel his belly wriggles again.
“Or,” he proposed, “maybe we just have to make sure you can let me out right after before I get too tired. I want you to have fun too, it is your belly.”
Her reluctant smile broadened, turning fully genuine.
“Awww, thanks, George.”
“Hehe, you’re welcome.”
They grinned at each other until he saw her nose wrinkle.
“Okay, I think you should clean up now,” she said, finally standing up and backing away. “Otherwise my parents are gonna notice the smell when they get home.”
“Yeah, good call.”
She turned around to leave and give him some privacy, but after only a step he spoke up again.
“Hey, wait a minute, what happened to the-”
*GURGLE* at that very moment, Vanessa felt a clench in her gut. She’d thought it had just been all the nerves, and maybe a little guilt, but it suddenly became very clear that she was actually feeling something very real and physical in there.
She flicked back around and leapt to put her head over the tub. George had just enough time to pull his feet out of the way before:
*BLECH*!
*clatter*
Something hard landed in the basin with a wet clunk, and as her head moved away and the slime dripped off, suddenly the situation became bright and clear.
“Oh, there’s the flashlight!”