You stood on the precipice of the massive stone archway that marked the entrance to the well maintained grounds of the famous Vore University.  It wasn’t your first choice of colleges, nor was it often anybody’s first choice due to the inherent risk, but their unique business model attracted many many students who couldn’t afford proper collage, and those who didn’t have the academic chops to be accepted to other colleges.  For the two major perks of attending VU were that they accepted any and all students regardless of their academic past, and also tuition was 100% free with a catch: all students signed a contract that essentially amounted to a will, granting the college all of their monetary wealth in the event that they should be digested during the years they attended the university.  It was an elegant system: students could attend the college for free because their classes were paid for by all the students who died in the stomachs of other students.  It was appealing to a lot of people: if you survived you got a free education, and if you died it wasn’t like you would need your money anyway.  A lot of potential students were scared off by the idea, but enough people enrolled every year to keep the university very wealthy.
Due to several incidents (which totally weren’t your fault) you were not well-off financially, and your credit score was abysmal, nobody would give you an affordable loan, nor did you know anyone who could co-sign for you.  That meant that Vore University was pretty much your only choice for higher education.  You weren’t thrilled with the idea of putting your life on the line for the next four years, but you’d considered your options, and this honestly was the best choice if you wanted a degree.  You took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold of the school’s campus.
You still had work to do before classes began in a few days.  You were late to enroll this year and that meant you missed out on all the cheap student housing (although tuition was free, living expenses were not), but there was another option for you: fraternity housing buildings were maintained and paid for by the school, and it was each fraternity’s prerogative to offer free housing to their members which many of them did.  
What followed was akin to a montage of doors being slammed into your face, sometimes metaphorically, and sometimes literally.  Since you were a late enrollee it seems every available spot in fraternity housing had been taken already by other new students.  If the fraternity members who greeted you at the door were polite, they’d tell you to check back in a couple of weeks, since it was likely at least one or two current members would be digested by then and their spaces would be available.  If they were not polite they usually threatened to eat you if you didn’t start running in the opposite direction.  
You arrived in front of the final fraternity: Upsilon Delta Tau. The building was old, stone walls on the first floor and a slightly newer wooden upper floor built upon it, climbing roses covered the stone work to the left and right of the grand entrance door which sat in the middle of the front facing wall.  It was the fanciest looking of the fraternity houses you’d seen, and also the oldest, but very well kept, gardeners probably had to work overtime on the climbing rose bushes.  Feeling a little intimidated by the grandiose presentation you slowly stepped up to the door and pulled the large brass door knocker back and allowed it to clack heavily against the wooden door several times.  
After a moment one of the heavy wooden doors creaked open and a pretty white girl with straight brown hair to her shoulders appeared behind it.  She smiled warmly at you, and said “Hey, cutie! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was a sorority house, I’m looking for Upsilon Delta Tau” You said.
“No, you’re in the right place, we’re a coed fraternity.” She answered back, not breaking her smile or cheerful disposition “Actually, there are more girls than guys in here.”
“Oh, well I’m here because I was hoping to join.”
“Really? That’s great! We can always use more tasty guys.”  
A look of fear crossed your face but she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside the door without noticing.  She let go of you and returned to the door, closing, and locking it behind you, you made note of the way it locked in case you needed to run later.
“Follow me!”  She said leading you through the entryway and down a hallway.  You followed and couldn’t help but stare at her lithe figure.  She had a trim middle with a curvy bust, but from back here you could clearly see the bottom of her ass cheeks poking out of her uniform’s skirt, you weren’t sure if the skirt was supposed to be that high or if this girl was just wearing it extra high to show off her ass, and in this moment you didn’t really care which it was.  So entranced were you by the swaying butt cheeks that you didn’t even realize where you were.
“God, what a fucking pervert” Said an angry voice from somewhere off to your left.  
You wrenched your eyes away from the booty and saw the voice belonged to a very pretty Asian girl with sharp disdainful eyes staring daggers at you from the top of a book that she had apparently been reading when you entered this room, she was sitting cross legged in an armchair.  Her hair was shiny, black, and cascaded down to somewhere in the middle of her back, her face had very soft features, except for her aforementioned sharp eyes, she too was wearing the school uniform, but you couldn’t see the skirt this time because her waist was under a fuzzy checkered blanket.  Then you noticed the room and finally realized you had no idea how you got here from the entry hall.  The room appeared to be a library with a number of tables and chairs, scattered around a much larger number of bookshelves.
You looked sheepishly back at the new girl and opened your mouth to start wording an apology of some sort, but were spared at the last moment by new conversation.
“Hi Amy!” Your guide said to the other girl.  “Newbie, this is Amy, and I’m Tracy. And Amy, this is our newest recruit!”
“Oh… Is he now?” Said Amy, as an evil smile crossing her lips. “So… you’re taking him in for the initiation, huh?”
“Initiation?” You asked the room nervously.
“Yeah!” Said Tracy “It’s just a short little hazing tradition, don’t worry, it’s actually super fun!”
“Actually, Tracy” Said Amy closing her book and standing up from her chair, letting her blanket fall to the ground and not bothering to pick it up.  She smoothed out her School uniform, and you could see now that Tracy must be wearing hers extra high because Amy’s skirt reached further down her legs.  She placed her fists on her wide hips in a domineering pose, and walked slowly over to the two of you, that was when you realized she was also incredibly short, she must be at least a full head shorter than you, and… were those five inch high heels?  She was actually even shorter than she appeared.  Yet somehow her presence filled the room, maybe it was her intense glare, or her stance, but she just had a way about her.
She waited until she was standing right under you and staring intensely into your eyes before continuing to speak.  “I think I’ll take this one” She said in a cool breathy voice.
“You want to initiate him? Are you sure? It took kind of a while to clean up the mess from the last time.”  Said Tracy, her happy tone fading by just one octave.
“I’m sure. He’s mine.”  Said Amy not breaking eye contact with you, that evil smile still firmly rooted on her face.
“Well, if you’re that sure… Who am I to deny you?”  Tracy said.  “Enjoy.  But do try not to leave a mess.”  Then she turned to you and said “Sorry, but it was nice to meet you”
You had started sweating as the two women in the room decided your fate.  Your eyes darted back to the doorway you had come from, and you contemplated making a run for it, how deep in the shit were you exactly?  Would they chase you and drag you back if you ran?  You also had no idea how to get back to the entrance because you’d been too busy focusing on Tracy’s butt the whole way here.
The tiny terror in front of you must have sensed your fight or flight instinct kicking into gear because she grabbed you by the shirt and began to drag you toward the only other door in the room.  You looked pleadingly at Tracy, but she only waved serenely at you.
With her free hand Amy thrust open the thick wooden door and shoved you forcefully into the room, you staggered in, almost tripping but managing to catch yourself.  You turned around to see her closing the door, she then took a key from a hook on the wall and slid it quickly into a lock below the handle.  As she twisted the key you heard a heavy deadbolt seal the two of you inside the room.  
You looked around nervously, the room had only the one door, no windows, no other means of egress.  Wood panels covered the floor that looked like they may have been fancy when they were new, but there were a lot of scratch marks and mysterious brown stains on them now.  The walls were papered with a pleasant green floral pattern.  The only objects in the room were a large comfy looking lime green sofa chair, a round accent table next to the chair, and sitting on the table, a roll of toilet paper, and a box of trash bags.
You gulped nervously and turned back to Amy.  She’d been leaning against the door coolly watching you take in your surroundings.  
“Only one way out of here for you, new meat.” She said evenly, before she slowly raised the key above her head, opening her mouth, extending her tongue, and tilting her head back as she did.  Then she dropped the key inside and swallowed it in one fluid motion.  You watched helplessly as your only means of escape drifted lazily down Amy’s throat and into her chest.
She turned her eyes back to you and smiled that evil smile once again.  “Well,” she said “it’s now your job to retrieve that key so we can leave.  And it’s my choice as to how you’re gonna get to it.  Normally for initiations I’d just swallow you and bring you back up nice and fast, or even just let you reach down my throat and grab it if I’m feeling nice.” She raised her hands up to rest on her hips again, and paused for effect “But since you seem to like asses so much, why don’t you take the long way there instead, pledgey?” She cocked her hips to the left to emphasize the bottom half of her body, causing her skirt to swish to the side.
Your mind raced, you remembered the conversation just minutes before between Amy and Tracy, would Amy digest you, and turn you into just another brown stain on the floor?  There was no choice, no other way out of this situation that you could think of: you were going to have to put your life in the hands of this woman who clearly hated you, no, correction: you were going to have to put your life in the ass of this woman who clearly hated you.  You mentally prepared to surrender to fate.  Your shoulders slumped, and you visibly deflated as the fight went out of you.
Amy walked over to you.  “Get down on your knees” She commanded sternly.
You wordlessly obeyed.  
“Pathetic…”  She said.
She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, then stepped out of them and kicked them behind her carelessly.  Then she pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her unshaven pussy to you.  Then she turned around and slowly waved her butt in your face.  If you hadn’t currently been faced with the prospect of being shoved inside of it you might have appreciated that it was actually a really nice butt, it was round and tight and fairly muscular but not so much that it didn’t have a decent amount of jiggle to it.
“Since you’re so submissive and pathetic, why don’t you make yourself useful and give me a rimjob before my ass eats you?” Said Amy in a mocking tone.
For a moment you considered it, maybe if you pleased her enough, she wouldn’t end you.  But you thought again, no, your fate was sealed the moment she laid her beautiful but deadly eyes on you.  If you were going to go out at least you could go down fighting.  You suddenly grabbed her by the waist with both hands and thrust as hard as you could to the left, she staggered and flailed trying to regain balance on those five inch heels.  You took advantage of her momentary unbalancing by standing back on your feet, and running to the door, trying desperately to open it, you twisted the doorknob, pounded on the door and screamed for help.  
“Big mistake, bitch!” said Amy right behind you.  
You began to move to a far corner of the room to put some more distance between the two of you, but Amy aimed a kick right up between your legs and into your balls.  Saying it was painful would be an understatement, that girl had a mean kick.  You dropped back down to your knees and clutched at your nethers.  Then you felt the hem of Amy’s skirt flutter over your head, if you looked up now, you would be staring straight into her two holes.  
Amy put her hands on her knees and commenced her decent, bringing her ass cheeks down around you as her pucker spread wide across the top of your head.  Still reeling from the pain in your sack, you wanted to keep clutching your crotch with your hands, but you wisely decided your hands were needed elsewhere.  You brought your hands up to push against Amy’s encroaching rear end but you weren’t able to get enough leverage before Amy dropped her full weight on top of you and your whole head was immediately consumed.
Amy grunted and sighed, which you heard clearly echoing throughout her body now that your ears were inside of it.  You again tried to get a grip on her ass and push, but Amy brought her own hands down on top of yours and dug her nails into your grip.  You reflexively withdrew your hands, and she took her advantage grabbing a butt cheek in each of her hands and pulling them apart to open her hole even more, then she twisted her waist until her asshole was able to stretch around the length of your shoulders, pushing your arms down in the process.  She began sliding down your chest, moaning with pleasure and laughing at your expense.  You kept trying to struggle, put you just didn’t have the proper strength or leverage from this position to push her weight anywhere.
She started bouncing with her legs, lifting up a few inches and then thrusting back down.  You tried to stand when she was on an up thrust, but it was no use when the down thrust just consumed you even more.  Up again and down again, every time she thrust down she would get you deeper by several more inches, you were now just an anal dildo for Amy’s pleasure session.  She screamed with delight and cursed up a storm thoroughly enjoying herself.  She eventually reached the top of your hips and your wrists which were still pinned to your side.  This was your last chance; you grabbed the rim of her asshole with your hands to prevent yourself from slipping any further and tried desperately to stand up while half-way inside her.  She tried to engulf your hands, but your grip was sure, and you successfully lifted her off her feet and into the air, where you both quickly lost balance and fell forward.  
Amy landed on her hands and knees, whilst your legs were sticking out of her in the air flailing desperately.  Miraculously you managed to maintain your grip and began trying to reverse your course by pulling yourself out of her butt.  You managed to gain a few inches, but she clenched tightly to keep you from moving anymore.
“Turns out you actually do have some fight in you, huh? Well, you’re not going anywhere” She breathed.
She rested her body on her left arm and moved her right hand back to you pulling on your pants trying to push you back up inside her.  But your grip was too strong to be pushed back in.  She tried to reach toward your hands to scratch them with her nails again, but she couldn’t reach them from this angle.  As long as she kept clenching and you maintained your grip the two of you were at a stalemate, or so you thought.
“Try this” She whispered, but of course you heard her clearly since your head was currently somewhere underneath her rib cage.  She moved her hand your crotch, at first you think she’s going to punch it just like she kicked it earlier, but instead she deftly unzipped and unbuttoned your pants, and pulled your dick out from your boxers.  She began gently stroking it, and in no time at all it became erect, apparently this situation was turning you on more than you would’ve imagined.  Once it became hard Amy began rigorously stroking it from head to balls, not bothering to be gentle anymore, this continued for a bit, building further in intensity.  You tried to stop it, or slow it down at least, but your body was reacting and there was no way to stop it.  Despite your situation, despite the pain you still felt in your balls, the mounting pleasure that Amy was giving you built towards a head and you were almost ready to explode, just before the moment came your grip on Amy’s rim slackened, and that was what she had been waiting for.  She released her grip, both the grip of her hand on your cock, and the grip of her sphincter on your waist, you immediately fell into her relaxed lubricated asshole up to your thighs.  Your cock, still ready to burst, made contact with Amy’s warm insides and released its load, spilling it all over you and all over the inside of Amy’s rectum.  Your whole body vibrated inside her as you shuddered from the climax, as you did so you heard Amy moan in delight, and she clenched again moving you and your load slowly along further into her colon.
She began to tend to her own needs, stroking herself, you could feel her doing so.  It didn’t take long before she came too.  She screamed intensely and her whole body quaked and clamped down on you, the pressure sucked your body the rest of the way inside her.  You flailed your feet uselessly; they might as well have been waving goodbye to the outside world for all the good it accomplished.  You heard and felt Amy pant around you as she came down from her orgasm.  You cursed your luck and your body’s weakness as you were pulled upwards further into Amy.
“Ohhh…” Amy moaned and sighed “That was way too good…” You felt her whole body practically melt as she relaxed on top of you.
For a few minutes you felt a sensation that was rather like passing through a slimy smelly garden hose that had been left out in the sun.  Your forward progress was eventually halted, and you were deposited into what you might call a chamber, but since the size and width of everything you had passed through so far had only matched the size of your own body it was all rather relative.  At any rate this is where the walls stopped moving around you and your feet were forced to bend underneath you, forcing your knees up to your chin.  The final clue that told you that you were now in Amy’s stomach was the stench of poo had faded and been replaced by a sour vomit smell.  But you had evidently brought some air with you from your journey, because quickly after your arrival Amy let out a small burp that caused your prison to tighten around you and pull you closer to her center.
“Ew! That burp tasted like a fart.” She said, as she smacked her lips trying to cleanse her palette of the stinky gas.
You felt gravity shift as Amy stood up from the floor, you felt her sit down and felt your weight supported by something soft below you, she must have been sitting in the chair.
“Now then” She said, her voice dripping with tension “What should I do with you?”
The voiding of air in her stomach, and your newfound tightness was so complete that you found you were unable to even open your mouth to speak.  You desperately flailed as much as you could, and shouted through a closed mouth, which only sounded like a desperate hum.
“Oh? What dat? I should digest you as punishment for trying to fight me? What a great idea!” she said mockingly “You’re just a perverted human turd after all, and now you’ll get to be a real turd… how exciting for you.”
You wriggle defiantly in response.
“Oh please. I’ll admit that you put up a really good fight, but there’s no point resisting anymore, it’s over, you lose, kiddo.”
Still not willing to go down with the shit, you summoned your last remaining strength and attempted to reach out with your arms and legs away from your body, to stretch her stomach as much as possible.  You honestly didn’t think this would accomplish anything, but you were lacking options.  You stretched as far as you could go, which ended up being only about six inches from where any of your limbs had started but you could tell Amy was feeling it or feeling something.
“Hey!  Knock it off” She said, and you felt something hit you hard in the shoulder, she’d punched you through her stomach wall.  Your arms retreated to rub the sore muscle and your feet gave out after a few more seconds, returning you to your fetal position.
“Man, you really don’t quit, do you?” Said Amy, a new unfamiliar tone in her voice.  It sounded somehow more genuine?
You felt her take a deep breath, her lungs, which were just above your head, filled with air, and then they deflated slowly as she sighed.  She didn’t speak anymore after that.  You didn’t attempt to speak or do anything because you were honestly exhausted and couldn’t think of anything else to do.  You tried to find peace with your situation, at least you would become part of this beautiful woman you told yourself, she might be an asshole but there were probably worse people to end up on, if you had to get digested at least you could take some small solace in the idea that you might make her breasts bigger or her butt juicer, it wasn’t a great consolation prize but at least it was something to keep you from slipping into total depression.  You decided to think about that until you slipped into death, it was less depressing than dwelling on your unfulfilled life goals of higher education.  It was a very somber feeling, like you were alone and not alone at the same time, nothing but the sound of Amy’s heartbeat,  her breath, and the small random gurgles of her stomach to keep you company while you waited for your life to end.  You didn’t know how long you sat there, maybe it was minutes, maybe hours.  
You felt a great shift in your fleshy cocoon as the sphincter below you opened and began to envelop you.  Ah, it must have been a while that I’ve been in here, you thought, I’ll bet I’m pretty soft by now, ready for the next step of digestion I suppose.  You felt yourself being moved along slowly through Amy’s intestines.  You were surprised that you were still conscious, and more surprised that the process had been painless so far, you decided that since your nerves were burned away by acid they must not be able to actually feel pain anymore, that was a nice bonus that came with digestion you thought.  But now you were traveling through the intestines, here your nutrients would be extracted from the remains of your body and your transformation to poop would be complete.  You remembered the trash bags on the table next to the sofa chair, that’s probably what those were for, you’d be deposited into one of those black bags and thrown into the garbage.  Rather than let the thought disappoint or anger you, you let the thought drift away instead, it’s not like a turd needed to have opinions on how it was disposed of.  
You felt your progress stop as you were pushed back into Amy’s rectum, you were familiar with it this time.  Last stop, you thought, though it did seem odd to you that you could still think at all, you sincerely hoped that your consciousness was not now trapped inside the turd that had once been your body, that would be a really terrible existence.  Maybe the pathway to heaven is a colon, and the pearly gates are a butthole?  That seemed unlikely to you.  You sat inert for quite a bit longer unable to come up with other reasons that you should find yourself to be a fully conscious pile of poo.  If you did eventually get to heaven, you’d have to have a talk with someone’s manager.
Then you felt gravity shift once more as Amy apparently stood up from the chair and bent forward to begin shitting you into your new trash bag home.  You felt her colon pressing on you, forcing you downward, compacting you tighter and tighter toward the outside world.  You could hear grunts of pain and frustration coming from above you as Amy pushed and pushed.  She slackened a bit relieving some of the pressure you felt.  She inhaled, and gave one enormous effort, you felt your whole body compacted, squeezed, stretched, and pushed all at once through Amy’s pelvis practically launching you through her now gaping asshole as you landed heavily on the floor and uncurled from your fetal position.  Above you stood Amy, skirt hiked up high, her butt hole still wide open enough to fit your head in without touching the sides, her hands on her knees doubled over in effort and pain.  
“FUCK!!!” She screamed and collapsed onto the floor in front of you panting for breath, her ass held up in the air and still hanging out of her skirt.  “Why didn’t you help me?!  You curled up into a ball and expected me to do all the work?!  Who does that?!  You absolute fuck!”
“I’m not…” You began to say.  Then examined your slimy, but intact, hands.  “You didn’t digest me?”
“You tell me, idiot” She said as she began cupping her butthole with her hands “OW! MY AAASSSS!!!”
“Uhhh…” You stammered awkwardly “Sorry…”
“You better fucking be” She said angrily “Fucking hell. This is the thanks I get for NOT digesting a guy?!”
“But why didn’t you digest me like you said” You asked in confusion.
“Well, if you’d like to be my fucking shit that can still be arranged” She said standing up, and trying to look intimidating, but it didn’t work this time because she was still clutching her asshole, and also because she followed up that statement with “AHH! No, actually no, it can’t. Ow ow ow!”
You can’t help but let out a chuckle at her expense.
“What? Are you fucking laughing at me you fuck?!”  She kicked you on the floor several times but couldn’t actually put in enough energy to hurt you since she was still bent over awkwardly and pretty exhausted from pushing you out of her.  She gave up and collapsed into the chair, sitting on her hands.
You stood up, and sensed an opportunity to ask again “But really, why didn’t you?” 
“Well…” She began.  “I just felt like you did fight pretty hard, and I guess… I felt like that should be rewarded a little… Like maybe you didn’t deserve to die… yet… You made a pretty bad first impression on me, but then you made me pull out all the stops to get you up there, and then you still didn’t wanna give up, so yeah, you impressed me… just a little.” She brought her right hand out from beneath her and placed her index and thumb just half an inch apart when she said “just a little”, to emphasize her words.  Her expression turned expectant for some reason.
“Well, I’m glad all that struggling wasn’t for nothing” You said, smiling down at her.  She looked disappointed for a moment, then smiled weakly at you.  
“So listen” she said in a serious tone “This place can be kinda dangerous, so if you ever needed a friend to crash inside of, I’m- I mean my colon’s available” She laughed slightly.
“Umm…” you said, considering the strange offer out loud.
“Well!  Lets get the hell out of here!” Amy said before you could give a proper answer, she stood and lowered her skirt back down to cover her nether regions, and strode past you toward the door.  “Well, go ahead and let us out.” She said facing away from you, apparently talking at the door.
“Let us out?” You said blankly.  You suddenly had a flashback of Amy locking the door and swallowing the key, realizing you completely forgot to retrieve it, the entire point of the initiation ritual.  You gulped, worrying you’d have to make another attempt to retrieve it and scared that Amy wouldn’t be so merciful with you this time.
But at that moment Amy suddenly let out a short but fairly loud fart, it was like a short burst from a tiny trumpet, she jumped apparently startling herself, and a loud clatter was heard from the floor, a sound of a metal object dropping onto wood.
“Oh god, excuse- WAIT what was that?”  She said interrupting herself as she heard the strange clattering sound and turning her head towards it “Is that the key? Is that the FUCKING key?! You didn’t grab it while you were up there, you idiot?!?!”
She berated you for another half a minute before finally opening the door and walking out of the room.  As you both left you saw Tracy look up at you both from an armchair where she had been playing with her phone.  She looked very surprised.
“Oh, you didn’t!... I was expecting you to, ya know, come out of there alone, Amy.” She said.  
“Well turns out this little squirt has got the right stuff” Said Amy, reaching around your back to grasp your waist and pull you into a quick half hug, then letting you go.
You thought about pointing out it was a bit rich of her to call you little anything when she in fact only came up to about your chest height.  Then you decided you didn’t want to incur her wrath again, and silently decided to just let her brag as much as she wanted.
Amy left your side and walked across the room to her former chair where her book and blanket were still waiting for her.  She bent down over the chair to pick them both up and you got a view straight up her skirt, it was at that point you realized her panties still lay forgotten in a corner of the room you’d just left.  Amy didn’t seem to notice though, as she took her sweet time retrieving her book and blanket, but then she turned her head around to make direct eye contact with you, her back still bent over, and her ass still visible for you to see.  Then you realized it was a trap.
Her eyes narrowed, “Well I guess you can take the perv out of the ass, but you can’t take the ass out of the perv.” She said dangerously.
She mercifully retrieved her things and stood up again lowering her skirt, then walked out of the room without taking her eyes off you.  Once she was gone you involuntarily shivered.  That chick was dangerous.
Once she had left ear shot Tracy spoke up again “Don’t worry, Amy doesn’t really like anybody.  But it’s pretty rare for anybody to survive their initiation hazing with her.” She put her hand on her chin, “Actually, I think you might be the first!  Wow!  What did you do?  Did you have to fight your way out of her?  You must be pretty strong!”
It then occurred to you “Wait, so were YOU gonna give me that test originally?” You asked, remembering Tracy telling you it would be “fun”.
“Well yeah” She said with a smile “I normally just swallow the key and let people come inside me real quick to get it out.”  She closed her eyes absently, apparently reminiscing about the times she’d done it.  “But Amy treats it like a challenge, I’ve never killed anyone during a test, though I have digested some of my roommates… Oh!  I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Oh, why not?” you asked cautiously.
“Because you’re my new roommate, silly!”
Your blood ran cold.  It seemed you landed out of the frying pan and into the fire.
“Well, uh… How many of your roommates did that happen to?” You asked trying and failing to sound casual, but Tracy didn’t seem to notice the terror creeping into your voice, or maybe she didn’t care.
“Hmm… let me think…” She said and paused “Funny, I guess all of them now that I think about it.  Actually, that’s why you were able to join today, it’s because last week I was playing around with my old roomie and just kinda forgot about her for a while.  But it worked out because she left an open space for you to fill!  Speaking of you should follow me and I’ll show you our room!”  And with that she took you by the hand and started bouncing down the hallway, dragging you with her like a scared puppy.
“I mean, we’re not really supposed to digest our roommates, it’s one of the fraternity rules, but my daddy’s the president of the whole school, and he’s an old member of Upsilon Delta Tau, so I get special privileges.  The fraternity president is so jealous of me!  Teehee!” She said without a hint of concern for your growing fear.
This time you made sure not to get distracted and familiarized yourself with the layout of the hallways.  Tracy led you upstairs to where there were several doors leading to student’s rooms.  The very first door on your left had a little replaceable plaque with the name Tracy and then another plaque with the name Sophia written upon it and scratched out with a sharpie, and then the name Taylor which was also scratched out with a sharpie, then Morgan, Joshua, Melanie, and Sarah, all crossed out.  There was hardly any room left on the plaque.  
“We can take care of that later.” Said Tracy gesturing to the plaque with all the names scribbled upon it.
She popped the door open, it wasn’t locked, and you were bombarded with noise and color.  Apparently, the rooms here were soundproof, because catchy pop-music was blaring from inside your dorm room that you hadn’t been able to hear from the outside.  You could see one half of the room was barren: a bed with some basic white bed sheets, a wooden chest of drawers, and an empty wooden desk.  The other side of the room was a different story, you could see a TV decorated with rainbow stickers and glitter on the desk among a tidy line-up of romantic comedy DVDs.  The walls were covered with bright happy posters of ponies, pop-musicians, and several young-adult cartoons.  Along the corners of the room where the wall met the ceiling were multicolored Christmas tree lights.  And sitting on top of the other chest of drawers were several colorful boxes of candy.  Tracy skipped into the room and gestured at the blank half.
“This is where you sleep for now.” She said smiling and patting the blank bed.
“What do you mean ‘for now’?” You asked, fearing you already knew the answer.
“Well…” She said smiling even bigger now “most of my boy roommates usually like sleeping over here with me before too long…”  She said, now patting her bright pink bed sheets.
“Oh…” You said, getting the hint.  Tracy was sending out some really mixed signals, on the one hand it seemed like she might eat you, but… on the other hand, sex was now on the table.  Although you had to remind yourself that those two things weren’t mutually exclusive, and as nice as sex was you also really liked being alive.
Tracy walked over to her chest of drawers and took two lollipops out of their box and unwrapped them, letting the wrappers fall into a waste paper basket nearby.  She sauntered over to you and placed one lollipop into your hand.
“Cheers to a happy, roommate-ship” She said grinning, and she tapped her lollipop to yours before placing it in her mouth.
“Oh, uh, thanks but I’m not really in the mood for candy at the moment.” You said.  It was late afternoon, and you still hadn’t eaten after all.
Tracy didn’t seem to mind, she simply shrugged and said “More for me!”
She took your lollipop out of your hand and plunged it into her mouth as well.  However, she did this rather clumsily and she ended up pushing the end of the second lollipop into the stick of the lollipop that was already in her mouth, this pushed her first lollipop further into her mouth and down her throat with a quick “gluck” type of sucking noise.  She swallowed her first lollipop easily and you saw the bulge travel down her neck and behind her school uniform.
She withdrew the second lollipop from her mouth and looked sad.
“Oh no, I really wanted to suck on both of them.” Her eyes got big and glassy looking. 
You didn’t see it as a huge deal, she seemed physically fine, and she had more candy behind her.  But you didn’t voice your opinion.
“Oh, it’s okay…” you said trying to be reassuring.  You instinctively reached out to pat her on one of her shoulders, but stopped with your hand in front of you, suddenly not sure if you knew her well enough yet to simply touch her without permission.  However, Tracy seemed to have no such qualms about touching.
“OH!!  Great idea, roomie! Your arms are probably long enough to reach it!” Without even giving you a chance to look confused she opened her mouth and engulfed your whole hand and began quickly sucking you down her throat.  It only took a few seconds, and she was already gripping your shoulder with her teeth.  You involuntarily panicked and tried to pull your arm out, but her grip was sure.
You somehow managed to calm down and think rationally.  She obviously wanted you to grab the lollipop, so you just had to do it and you’d be fine.  Then she made a moaning sound “Hmm.. Umm!” the kind of sound someone makes when they like the taste of a meal.  You could feel beads of sweat begin to form on your brow.  Just do it fast, you thought, before she has time to think of swallowing the rest of you.  You felt around with your hand, it was indeed inside her stomach, and it didn’t take long to find a hard round shape with a stick coming out if it, which you grabbed.  
“I’ve got it!” You said enthusiastically and you tried to pull your arm out of Tracy.  Your arm did not budge.  
You realized Tracy had closed her eyes and had a dreamy sort of look on her face, it seemed she really was enjoying you.  You felt her salivate all over your shoulder, and start to nibble slightly on it.  She gave a small sort of swallow: just enough to move her further up your arm about a half an inch, not much but enough to make you panic.
“TRACY!  I said I’ve got it!” You half shouted at her.
Her eyes opened as if she’d just come out of a trance.  Her grip released and your arm was able to come free of her throat.  You emerged with a super gross arm and a super gross lollipop clutched in your hand.  You hesitated to hand it back to her since it was really slimy.  But she took it from you all the same.
“My hero!” She said hugging you tightly, and she leaned into your face for what you thought was going to be a kiss on the cheek, but instead she licked the entire left half of your face.  
She sat down on her bed in front of you and popped both lollipops into her mouth so she could suck on them at the same time.  She started bouncing to the pop-music that was still playing.
You felt a bit shell shocked; you weren’t quite sure how much more of this madness you could take.  You wiped away her saliva with just your hands as best you could. Then you smiled weakly at Tracy and tried to figure out a way to excuse yourself.
"Um..." You stammered "I just remembered I left something downstairs."  You didn’t sound convincing at all, but Tracy seemed to buy it.
"I'll come with you!" She said all too excitedly.
"NO- I mean no, that's okay, I think I'm actually gonna go... take care of some... chores after that."  You said sounding utterly unconvincing, but again, she seemed none the wiser.
"Oh, okay. See you later tonight. Bye!" She said.  She popped both lollipops out of her mouth and into her hand, then hoped up to give you another hug, and another lick on the face. 
You walked out the door and heard a parting thought from her: "So yummy!" She breathed in a sing-song voice.
You tried to calm down as you pondered your predicament. The odds are almost certain that this girl would eat you before the end of the semester, maybe even before the end of the week. All it would take is for her to crave a midnight snack and be out of candy and there was every chance that she’d simply forget not to digest you, or even decide she didn’t care.
You could always try to eat her yourself. But if she was the president’s daughter you'd have to make damn sure nobody ever figured out who ate her. Being her roommate would probably make you a prime suspect if she disappeared. Someone else might even eat you in retaliation merely on the suspicion that you were involved. You could always try to get someone else to do it for you but, then again, that could always be traced back to you.
You could always just avoid her, just don't ever sleep in your own dorm room, and you might be fine. Now that you thought about it Amy did make you an offer to "crash" inside her, specifically her colon, whenever you wanted, but maybe she was just joking, she had laughed it off right afterwards, and would you even want to sleep inside someone's butthole every night. Also, there's no guarantee Amy wouldn't digest you either. Both of these women scared you, but in different ways. So which one scared you more?  
Surprisingly enough, despite your very recent traumatic encounter with Amy, something told you you stood a better chance in her care than Tracy’s.  Your mind made up, you began to wander the corridors looking for some sign of Amy, maybe a registry board with her name and room number?  You didn't have to wander long. No sooner had you made up your mind when you turned a corner and literally slammed into her. Despite you being taller than her she somehow managed to hold her ground while you fell backwards onto the floor.
"You again? Watch where you're going! God, you're here for all of five minutes and you're already making trouble for me."  She said with an exaggerated sigh.
"Amy! I was looking for you." You said from the floor.
"You were?" She asked in surprise. "Why?" She added in a suspicious tone and a narrowing of her eyes.
You realized you hadn’t thought of what you were going to say to her, and you went a bit scatterbrained.
"Er... Um... Your... Butt..." you managed to splutter out.
she stared for a moment. "My butt?". She said flatly, cocking a thin eyebrow at you.
"No, wait, that was stupid, let me explain!" You half shouted from embarrassment.
When you started to stand up Amy mercifully extended a hand to you, and you gratefully accepted it. She helped hoist you to your feet with the same strength that you experienced in your first encounter.
"Okay, so Tracy is my roommate, and I'm pretty sure she's gonna eat me, and I don't think she cares if she digests me or not. She's kinda making vialed threats, but I can't tell if they're meant to be intimidating or if she's just kinda ditsy."
Amy cracked a smile for a moment before explaining. "Yeah, she's kinda both. That sure is a tough break for you kiddo, she's eaten all her other roommates after all. She says it’s because she forgets not to digest them, but I’m pretty sure she just gets tired of playing with her toys after a while. The fraternity president has been trying to kick her out, but her dad just keeps throwing money around to cover for her. But how exactly does my… ass… factor into your plans?"  As she said the word “ass” she wiggled her hips just a little bit to add emphasis to the word.
You continued. "Well, you said that if I needed someplace to crash I could ask you… Actually you said if I needed a ‘colon’ to crash in I could ask you."
You paused to allow her to respond, but she maintained eye contact and did not attempt to speak, that shy smile not faltering from her face. You started to feel embarrassed and could feel yourself getting red.
"I mean, if I could switch rooms, or if you had a spare bed to sleep in that would be my first choice of course. But since you made the offer I just thought it would be a safer option than taking my chances with Tracy."
Then her smile faltered, she didn’t' look angry, but you could see gears turning behind her eyes.
She spoke a little slower than she usually did. "You mean, you'd feel safer inside my body than any of your other options? How do you know I wouldn't digest you either?"
"I dunno… I mean you had the chance to digest me earlier, and you didn't and you did call yourself my friend at one point. I guess… I just trust you."
Her mouth went slack for a moment, you appeared to have surprised her. You surprised yourself too, you hadn’t realized it until you said it out loud, but you were willing to trust this girl with your life.
Her slack jaw didn’t last long and was replaced by her trademark glare right away.
She grabbed you by the collar before you could react and pulled your face down to her eye level, which nearly pulled you off your feet again in the process. Then she stared into your eyes for a while, almost long enough to make you wish you could go running back to Tracy. For a second you thought she was going to eat you right then and there, then she finally spoke.
"Alright… but if I'm gonna do this for you than there are some ground rules I expect you to follow. One: We operate on my sleep schedule, if you're not inside me by the time I'm ready for bed then the gates are closed. Two: You are not going to curl up again EVER, or I'm not even gonna bother pushing you out of me. Three: Anytime I ask you for a favor I expect you to do it."
"Like what kind of favor?" you asked nervously.
She released you from her death grip. "I don't know, I don't have anything in mind, but if I'm gonna do this for you I don't want to get nothing out of it." You looked nervously at her.
She sighed "I'm not gonna force you to do weird stuff… probably. Just like... I dunno, carry my books to class, or buy me food once in a while. Okay?" She said exasperatedly.
You thought it didn’t sound too bad. "Okay, I can do that" you said.
She extended her hand to you, and you shook it.
"Speaking of food, how hungry do you think I am right now?" She asked.
"Huh?" You didn’t know how you're supposed to know that.
"Think, idiot. Do you think I'm hungry? I haven't eaten since we met a couple hours ago, so do you think I'm hungry?" She said slowly, wanting you to put together her word puzzle.
Then you realized what she's hinting at. You took a trip from her ass to her stomach and back again and in that entire trip you didn't see any food except you, which she thankfully did not digest.
"Oh yeah, I guess you must be starving. All you’ve eaten is that key."
"Oh god, don’t remind me about that damn key. But yes, I am famished!" she said. "I skipped breakfast and was about to go get my first meal of the day when you showed up, then I figured you’d be my meal instead, but… Well, you know how that turned out. So, you're going to take me to the cafeteria and treat me to a meal."
She led you down the halls of the frat house, out the front door, and down the manicured lawns of the VU campus. You started to take out a map you got from orientation before Amy grabbed it out of your hands and tucked it into the waistline of her skirt.
"If I have to wait for you to find the place, I'm gonna die of hunger while I wait, so just follow me."
With that she started walking down one of the cement walkways and you continued to follow her wide swaying hips, her skirt swishing back and forth on each step. Did a girl's hips normally sway that much when they walked? Tracy’s had been nice, but they certainly hadn’t swayed left to right quite that much.
Before long Amy led you up the steps of a big glass building that was labeled “cafeteria”. You each picked out a meal and went over to the register to pay. Amy looked up at you expectantly.
You were pretty poor, but you could at least pay for two substandard meals at a school cafeteria, you opened your wallet, and paid the cashier, and both you and Amy sat down at one of the smaller tables and started to eat together. You made small talk. You asked each other about classes, she recommended some of them to you. You talked about life before coming to the school. It was pleasant, and Amy didn't seem as intense as she had been. It was evening now, and you had been talking for a couple of hours, your food had been finished for a while, but neither of you had made a move to leave yet. 
A sudden realization struck you. "Heh, ya know Amy, this almost feels like a date, right?"
Her expression flattened and became inscrutable. "Do you want it to be a date?"
You opened your mouth to answer but no words came out. One would imagine that after having been literally inside someone and even after them giving you an angry hand job that the relationship dynamics between those two people wouldn't amount to stolen glances and blushing cheeks, yet there you were forcing yourself to look away from Amy while your face reddened from embarrassment.
"What are you, five?" She asked with a half sigh. "You're insufferably bashful.”  She sighed before speaking again.  "Alright It's getting late and I can't stand to be seen here with you anymore, let's go back and turn in."  She said more teasingly than maliciously.
Other than the awkward ending it had been a pretty good time, you were okay with it. You walked with your new friend back to the Delta House and she led you up to her room.
She opened the door and purple mood lighting poured out of it, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust. There was a blackout curtain over the only window, though it was unnecessary at this time of night. One wall was given over to a painted mural of her favorite rock band which she'd mentioned during dinner, she appeared to have painted it herself, while there were still parts left to be completed most of it was finished. There was a rack of small dumbbells in one corner that looked well used, some of them were missing, and the ones that weren't were falling apart. A standing desk sat at the far end of the room which was currently given over to the paints that created the mural. There was only one small bed in the room with a black blanket laid untidily on one half of it.
"I managed to snag one of the only single rooms in the building, it's been pretty great." She said upon your entrance.
She took off the coat portion of her school uniform and dropped it onto the floor among several other discarded clothing items. She then unhooked her bra underneath her shirt and removed it without taking her shirt off, then dropped it on top of her coat.  She pulled one shoe off then the other, and tossed them into a corner, revealing for the first time her true height, wow, she was a tiny little thing, the term pixie came to your mind. Then she fell backwards onto the bed, bouncing a single time before coming to a rest.
The room was incredibly small, very crowded, and the bed was thin. There really wouldn't have been any room for you to sleep unless you were going to sleep inside Amy. It didn't even look like the two of you could occupy the same bed unless one of you was inside the other, or if you were cuddling, but that seemed out of the question.
"Alright" She said suddenly "I've got an early class tomorrow, so hurry up and get in here, I need to hit the sack already."
She asked you to take off your clothes this time, and you complied, but it felt embarrassing to you, though Amy didn’t react at all to the sight of your naked body. You looked over to her expecting to see her presenting her ass to you, but instead she was on her hands and knees on the bed facing toward you.
With a confused look on your face, you asked "Shouldn't you turn around?"
"What? Oh, no. My ass is off the table tonight." She said sternly.
"Why?" You asked.
She stood up on her knees so she could cross her arms in front of her chest and put on an expression of indignation. "Because my butthole is still sore from SOMEBODY curling up earlier today when I pushed them out of it!"
"Oh... right" You said remembering. “Sorry about that…”
"Yeah. So, you're going through the old-fashioned way tonight, and maybe by tomorrow I won't be too sore to give a shit." She giggled slightly at her own joke. "So, c'mon I haven't got all night."
She returned to her hands and knees position on the bed and opened her mouth wide. Somehow you expected the situation to have more gravitas to it, but oh well, this was more of a business transaction than anything else, so you got right to it.
You stepped through the room and stood in front of Amy's open mouth, she breathed in and out and you felt her warm breath against your bare skin. You could see straight down into her windpipe when she breathed. You placed both hands into her warm mouth and rested your arms on her lips, looking at your arms you notice some lipstick smeared off her lips and onto your skin. How did you not notice the pink lipstick she was wearing? She hadn't been wearing it when you'd first met her, when she'd forcefully shoved you up her ass, but she was wearing it now. You look at her face and notice she is wearing some other makeup, eyeshadow, blush, you don't know all the names of the different types of makeup, but you can recognize it if you're looking for it. She was really quite beautiful. Had she put on the makeup after she'd met you? Was she trying to impress someone? Was she trying to impress you? Couldn't be, she didn't even know you were going to literally bump into each other in the hallway. But maybe...
It occurred to you that whatever her intentions, you did trust Amy, and you fully believe that by her taking you in (literally) she'd saved you from a deadly fate. This wasn’t a business transaction; this was your new friend doing you a huge favor.
"Amy... I haven't said thanks yet... so, thank you, this means a lot to me" You said trying to be as tender as you can.
At this Amy rolled her eyes and took one of her hands off the bed, resting it on the back of your head, and with a great force thrust you forward into her. Your Hands that had been resting on her tongue during this entire internal monologue were pushed down her throat and into her tight wet esophagus. Her mouth stretched easily around your face and accepted your bulk.
You barely had time to register her slimy tongue against your face when she swallowed mightily and nearly pulled you off the ground in doing so. She pulled your shoulders into her maw with her lips wrapped tightly around your armpits and upper chest. Your neck was now at the entrance to her throat, and you could see the end of her esophagus where your hands were entering now.
She swallowed again, bigger than the last. You hear and feel the squelching noise your body made as it rubbed against Amy's slick insides. She'd managed to wrap her lips around your waist. Your head was brought into her familiar stomach, and you could now move your arms slightly in the tight chamber. You saw the last dregs of her dinner drain away into the tight sphincter beneath you. You felt her ribs widening to let you pass, while at the same time you felt your torso compressing slightly from the pressure surrounding you as you slid through and around Amy's organs.
Another swallow and your waist began sliding through her mouth and over her tongue exciting your cock. It occurred to you that Amy might just pleasure your dick on the way down, but this did not appear to be a priority for her. The rest of your body lurched forward as your upper torso was excreted into her stomach which expanded at the intake of its sizable meal. You felt Amy's body grip you in a tight embrace as she prepared to swallow you again.
Then the next swallow came, and a great tension was released from both of your bodies as your chest and her chest were no longer fighting for the same space. Most of your body landed on the floor of her stomach and you started to orient your head towards the top of her stomach, preparing for your legs to join you shortly.
You felt Amy's teeth graze your ankles as she lifted both you and herself upwards, and swallowed a final slow time. She closed her lips over your feet as they passed through her mouth, over her tongue, and down her throat without stopping until they joined the rest of you inside her now rather spacious stomach.  Somehow you have a lot more room to move and maneuver than you did the last time you were here.  You could probably even speak this time if you needed to.
"You're welcome" she said, continuing your conversation from a moment ago "and thank you, for the food… I mean, the food from earlier, not the YOU food. Eh… You know what I mean."
You felt her shifting again from an upward position to a lying position and felt her arms moving about, probably undressing and putting her blanket on top of herself.
"Anyway, I'll see you in the morning. Remember: Don't curl up this time" She said sternly.
Then you heard and felt Amy give a great belch evacuating all the excess air she swallowed with you, just like last time. Her once spacious stomach rapidly shrank around you, the walls closed in and compressed you into a tighter fetal position once again. Exactly what Amy told you not to do. You try to uncurl yourself, but Amy's stomach is just too tight, you couldn’t even talk anymore.  Oh shit, you thought to yourself.
“Goodnight” said Amy.

The next morning you and Amy did manage to eventually extricate yourself from her behind, with another great effort on her part. She was pretty angry at you for the rest of the day. You promised you would improve, somehow. Over the next two weeks it was a learning process for both of you. 
Honestly, the biggest issue in your life right now was following Amy's pattern of sleep. She usually ended up going to bed pretty late, either because she was studying for classes or just because she wanted to. There had been a few nights where you just can't keep up with her, but on those occasions, she had graciously allowed you entry to her body before she herself went to sleep. One night you even passed out while playing a card game with her and awoke in the middle of the night to find yourself already inside her and desperately needing to use the bathroom, Amy still hadn't forgiven you for relieving yourself inside of her that night.
Some nights you spent in Amy's stomach, other nights in her butt, but never in her vagina, and you'd been too afraid and embarrassed to ask for that, but you didn’t really need to because, oddly, you actually started to look forward to your nights inside of Amy’s other two holes. At first you found the whole affair pretty odd and gross, it was hot, sticky, loud, and all the movements she made before going to sleep gave you a bit of motion sickness. But once Amy settled down for the night and began to sleep things changed, her breathing became rhythmic and her heartbeat became slow and steady, you found it to be rather hypnotic, and your own breathing pattern would begin to subconsciously match her own along with your own heartbeat, similarly your external body temperature would rise to meet her internal temperature and you didn’t feel hot anymore, it was much like when your body adjusts to the temperatures of a hot tub or a sauna.  When you closed your eyes and focused only on Amy’s body you felt so in sync and at one with her that you might as well have been just another one of her organs tucked away inside her, you were merely an extension of Amy. It was the best sleep you’d ever gotten in your life. And it became easier and easier to enter this meditative state the more nights you spent inside of Amy; it had gotten to the point where you didn’t even mind anymore when she carried you around before she went to sleep. Some nights you even feigned sleepiness so that Amy would swallow you early and you could be in her while she did chores, you imagined that you were indeed just another one of her organs and you supplied her with extra air or blood while she did her laundry, or took out her garbage, or did her homework. It felt as if you were losing yourself in her, but if she felt the same she didn’t show it. She may have been angry and mean on the outside, but she was inviting and warm on the inside.
During the day, your academic career was in full swing. Since you didn't really know what to take and didn't know anyone else at the school you decided to take a bunch of classes that Amy was in, so at least there'd be someone friendly in each class, or as friendly as Amy ever got. The classes ranged from normal subjects such as math and history to the school's special range of vore classes.
You'd noticed some upper-class girls eyeing you hungrily during these classes, but apparently Amy had deterred them. You heard her after class one day declaring to the other girls that you were "off limits" and "her bitch". You weren't entirely sure how to feel about being Amy's bitch but at least you didn't have to worry about being ambushed for the time being. Apparently, Amy's reputation commanded a lot of respect on campus, because there had been no incidents yet.
After classes and before sleeping you found yourself inevitably being led from place to place by none other than Amy.  If you tried to go off somewhere without her, she’d insist that you escort her to wherever it was she was going, saying that she needed to “keep her eye on you”.  You hadn’t been able to make any other real friends other than her because of this reason.  Just like treating her stomach as your bed: It was a bit annoying at first, but you learned to embrace it.  She was fun to be around, most of the time, and she was also really attractive, so you got to enjoy looking at her whenever she was looking elsewhere, you particularly enjoyed staring at her butt whenever she dropped something and had to pick it up, thankfully she hadn’t been able to catch you staring since you were now familiar with how she liked to lay traps for you.
Her fiery attitude could use some work though, it took a bit of time before you were able to really get the hang of being her friend.  If you paid her a compliment, she would usually insult you, and if you annoyed her, she would usually punch you in the shoulder.  And if you actually got mad at her, well, one time you actually did get pretty annoyed with her for not letting you go off to do anything without her, and for that grievous offense she had swallowed you on the spot and taken you with her anyway.  When that happened, you were pretty sure she was gonna digest you and end your friendship, but she said her stomach was “just idiot storage” and you would be let out when you “stopped being an idiot”.  Apparently, you were an idiot for the rest of that day because she didn’t let you out until the next morning after your shared first period lecture, you then had to sit in for second period lab smelling strongly of the inside of Amy’s asshole while your fellow students held their nosees, and Amy just kept laughing at you.  But she was at least nice enough to let you borrow the notes she had taken during the lecture portion of the class.  
Looking over her notes you noticed she dotted all of her lower case “i”s with little hearts.  You thought that was uncharacteristically cute of her, to which she responded “I’m allowed to like cute things: why do you think I put up with you?  It sure ain’t for the smell”.  That was when you decided Amy was the embodiment of the idoim “like fire and ice”: there was a fine line between teasing and genuine cruelty, and Amy walked that line every day of her life.
But as the weeks went on and you became closer with Amy, she seemed to get a little bit more impatient or standoffish with you every day. You weren't sure why, but Amy made it clear to you one day when you were both sitting in a corner of the library studying for an upcoming quiz. Amy had been giving you the evil eye for a few minutes and you were too afraid to ask why. She shut her book dramatically and turned to you.
"Alright" She said glaring "This is getting annoying. Why haven't you made a move on me yet?"
You looked at her over the rim of your book and tried to hide the rest of your face from her. She grabbed the book out of your hands and casually tossed it over her shoulder where it landed on the floor.  Revealing your beat red face to her.
"Uhh... What do you mean?" You ask trying to sound befuddled.
"Oh my god! You complete idiot. You clearly have the hots for me, so why the fuck aren't you trying to hook up with me."
"I- Did you… Want me to?" You ask genuinely surprised. She was right of course, her observational skills weren’t in question, but Amy had never been this forward before.
"Oh, don't make a big deal out of it, I've thrown enough hints at you. You're not THAT stupid, you must have noticed. But if you're gonna make me, just come out and say it… fine” She turned her head away from you to stare directly out a window, and crossed her arms defiantly, her cheeks went bright red as well before she finally blurted out “I fucking like you as more than a friend." quite quickly, before adding "Deal with it".
She looked embarrassed, absolutely mortified. She continued to stare out the window, but every few seconds her eyes darted back in your direction, searching for a response, before returning to the window. Apparently, this had been building up for a while, and she had been hoping you’d make the first move.
"Well..." You began to say, searching your own mind for the proper words. "I think… I do like you too"
"I know" She said exasperatedly, finally turning to look at you again. "I said that. So why haven't you made a move? Other guys I’ve dated have always gotten right to it by now, so why haven’t you?”
You paused then slowly answered "Because... you're a little… just slightly… sorta… intimidating"
She didn’t like that.
“INTIMIDATING!?!?” She screamed, standing up out of her chair, she drew her hand back to slap you across the face.  You cowered, bringing your arms up and shielding your face from the blow, but it never came.  You eventually poked your head out from your arm shield to see she was staring out the window again back in her chair and arms crossed.  Looking around, several other students were looking in your direction after Amy’s outburst, but seeing that nothing was happening anymore they were going back to their studies. 
Amy had a very sour look on her face.  Still not making eye contact she said simply "Maybe you have a point".
You sat in silence for a good while.  You wanted to say something but Amy’s closed off body language made you second guess yourself.  It was Amy who eventually broke the silence.
She put her hand to her chin in a thinking pose for a moment before speaking slowly and calmly. "I'm too intimidating, you can't see me as just a person because I treat you as less than one".  She turned back to you finally allowing you to see her eyes again.
"Hold on, I didn't say that" You correct her.
"No, but it's true. I'm the one that holds all the power in this relationship, and it's clearly humiliating and emasculating for you." She looked thoughtfully at you.
"Uhh..." You stammer.
She doesn't wait for you to speak before continuing. "So, if this is gonna work out I need to dehumanize myself in your eyes a little bit..."
"Dehumanize yourself?" You ask. It was difficult to keep pace with her train of thought, you weren’t used to this level of introspection when you spoke to Amy, she was usually deliberate and blunt, usually the most difficult part of a conversation with Amy was figuring out when to duck.  But currently it seemed like there was a whole conversation happening in her head and you were only hearing part of it.
"Yeah, I need to bring myself down to your level, or bring you up to my level, you should objectify me a little" She catches herself. "NOT allot, because if you treat me like an object I will digest your ass without a second thought!"
You actually feel somewhat relieved, a threat from Amy was something you had more experience dealing with and you’d learned how to react more appropriately to those after having known her: just agree with her and let her be in charge.
"Okay" You start "What do you suggest?"
Now she broke eye contact again but looked at the floor this time, her arms came to rest in her lap and she looked quite embarrassed again.
"Well..." Her voice broke a little bit, which you'd never heard before, she always spoke with confidence. "Tonight, we should flip the script."
"What?" You ask.
"Yeah, tonight instead of you sleeping inside of me... I should… sleep inside of you..."
She stole a glance in your direction then immediately looked at the floor again. You admit you did like Amy in spite of her attitude (or maybe because of it), but you'd never imagined her behaving like this, and you never in a million years would have imagined she'd want to be eaten by you. If you ever imagined being in a relationship with her, you'd never thought you'd have the kind of relationship where you'd walk hand in hand, or say lovey-dovey type things to each other, or take turns being the domineering one, but with this new side of her some of that suddenly seemed possible.
You looked at her in a new light, her stockings covered her thick legs just up to the bottom of the hem of her skirt where they hugged her skin just a little too tight. The school skirt was short enough that it was difficult for guys not to get a glimpse of a female student’s panties when they were sitting down like this, but Amy always made an effort not to show her panties, even though it was somewhat difficult, the skirt just barely covered the area where her legs joined, and if you tilted your head slightly you could almost see the curve of her underwear covering her pussy. The rest of the skirt was stretched wide to cover her considerable hips forcing the waistband to hug her waist tightly making it appear a little narrower than it was, and giving her the tiniest muffin top appearance, even though you knew that she didn't actually have a muffin top, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body. Her shirt was form fitting but just baggy enough to leave something to the imagination, you could see her bra poking out of the top of the V shape the shirt created just above her breasts. You knew from experience that if she wasn't wearing that bra her breasts would fill that shirt exceptionally well and force it to fit her shape like she was poured into it. Her face turned to look at you and you saw her face again, wearing the same pink lipstick you had noticed on your first night together, you already knew how soft her lips were, but you'd never noticed before that her lipstick made them look like a fresh glazed donut. You'd passed through those lips over a dozen times, but you'd never thought about kissing them until now. Then you saw her eyes looking at you, her beautiful sharp eyes, those were the first thing you'd ever noticed about her, and they were enchantingly beautiful. She looked in one word: delicious.
"You're drooling..." She said quietly.
You were. You frantically wiped away the moisture from your face before realizing it had also landed on your shirt. Amy giggled at your frantic motions as you tried to mop up the spittle with just your hands.
"Well, I guess you're into the idea" She said seductively, her usual confidence returning to her voice.  You look up at her to see her smiling a coy smile while raising an eyebrow.  “I guess I’ll be treating you to dinner tonight instead”
The whole rest of the day you found yourself stealing glances at different parts of Amy's body. It was like seeing her for the first time. The day passed by in a blur, all you could think about was tonight you would get to taste every inch of her.

Soon enough it was time. You had been hanging out with Amy in her room for most of the night. Normally she would have stayed up very late, but you were anxious to begin and you thought she could sense that from you.
"I'm sleepy" she declared. "Are you ready?"
You nodded, and she stood up from the bed that you were both sitting on. She rolled her stockings off her legs slowly and dropped them onto the floor. She slid her skirt off haphazardly and left it on the floor as well. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on top of the pile. She stood before you now in just her bra and panties. Before continuing to undress herself she turned to you and stared for a moment, before leaning toward you. You thought she was about to kiss you, but instead her hands found the breast of your own shirt and she began unbuttoning it. As her hands dipped to the lower part of your stomach to undue all the buttons you felt yourself becoming erect. But she stopped at the buttons, then removed your shirt from you one arm at a time. Then she slowly striped off her panties and exposed her nether region to your prying eyes. It's nothing you haven't seen before, you see her vagina every time you enter or leave her anus, and she knows this. It wasn’t a new sight for you, but you realized she had never exposed her breasts to you before. That was probably the reason she hesitated now when the only article of clothing she wore was her bra.
"Umm..." She stammered.
You looked at her and offered "You could… turn around if you want."
She nodded and did so, exposing her rear to you, which by this point is a very familiar sight. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then slinked out of it. She held it out at arms length for a moment then dropped it onto the floor as well. She turned around to face you, covering her nipples with one arm. She then slowly removed her arm, finally exposing her nipples to you which were a delightful shade of bright pink, the same color that now also filled up her face. You think about saying something like: “you look beautiful”, but you're sure she would slap you if you said the wrong thing right now, and you aren't sure that's what she wanted to hear.
"I’m ready..." She said with the same break in her voice from earlier, it still startled you to hear that vulnerability in her voice. 
Looking at her now she really was very small.  With you sitting on the bed and her standing in front of you she only just came up to your eye level.  It’s not that she hadn’t been small before, but her personality was usually so large that her presence dominated whatever space she was in, but now she was withdrawn, even demure.  She stripped more from herself then just her clothing.  You knew she wanted this, but you really wanted to comfort and reassure her.  Hoping against hope that you weren’t about to mess this all up or make things weird, you gently extended your arms around Amy and drew her into a hug.  She let out a tiny almost inaudible gasp when you pulled her toward you, but she didn’t resist and fell against your chest, she felt warm as your bare skin laid against hers.  Neither of you spoke as you embraced her, but she brought her hands up and extended them around your back to return the hug, and she rested her head against your neck.  She smelled wonderful, and her skin was soft and warm, it felt cathartic to finally be expressing your feelings for each other in this more wholesome manner.  
She pulled away from you after a time, but she stayed close enough that you could both still hold each other in your arms.  She stared into your eyes, you really wanted to kiss her, but she spoke before you could make that happen.
“I see that this isn’t going to get started unless I get things moving.” She said matter of factly.
She then removed her hands from your back and brought them up to your face before using them to pry your mouth wide open and reach into the back of your mouth.  Your initial instinct was to gag and try to spit her out, but her hands plunged on regardless of your instincts.  Since the obstruction making its way into your throat could not be removed your next involuntary instinct was to swallow and try to remove the blockage that way.  Your swallow brought Amy’s hands fully into your throat, and her wrists into the back of your mouth.  She gave a little yelp at your first swallow, you paused and searched her face for meaning behind the yelp, wanting to make sure she was alright to continue.
“K-Keep going.” She said seeing the look in your eyes.
You swallow bringing her forearms into your mouth, and swallow again moving past her elbows.  You were making progress so quickly; she really was such a tiny creature.  
Looking over Amy’s face once again before she disappeared inside you, she looked stone faced and determined, almost defiant.  It struck you as a strange look for the situation, you hoped it wasn’t because your breath was stinky.  You hesitated again, because in a moment Amy’s face would vanish from view.  Amy read the look of concern in your eyes.
“Don’t stop you idiot!  Put me inside you or I’m gonna kick your ass!”  She said as her expression turned to one of frustration and annoyance.  
It destroyed some of the intimacy of the moment, but you felt freer now that you were totally sure this is what she wanted.  It was also good to know that underneath her newfound vulnerability Amy was still Amy.  You would have smiled if your mouth wasn’t full.  Okay, you thought, if this is what she wants then there’s no reason I should hold back at all, she did say she wanted me to take control.
You inhaled deeply through your nose, and swallowed hard, bringing the remainder of Amy’s arms and her whole head into you at once.  She squealed in shock but didn’t resist.  Your hands were still on her waist, they hadn’t moved, so you tightened your grip and lifted her off of the ground.  You weren’t the strongest, but Amy was so slight she was easy to lift and hold.  Her legs initially kicked in surprise but settled quickly as she regained her composure.
You swallowed again, this time pushing Amy into you at the same time by using your grip on her waist.  Her upper body slid into you up to her chest, the top of her breasts rested on your lower lip, and your upper lip felt her shoulder blades shift slightly under her skin any time she twitched.  You waited for your mouth to slicken her body with saliva so she could continue to pass through you, aiding the process by licking her upper torso with your tongue and gently chewing at her body.  She shivered at the sensation; you could see goosebumps rise along her back.
You swallowed again slower this time, wanting to savor her breasts.  They slowly dragged across the bottom of your mouth, and you licked them both, being sure to stimulate her little pink nipples especially.  You made small circles around the areola then flicked the tip several times and then repeated that pattern.  You heard and felt Amy moan and squeal from inside your ribcage.  You repeated the pattern for a few minutes before eventually moving on.  
You gave a lazy gulp to send her breasts down into your throat.  You released your hold on Amy’s waist since that part of her was about to enter you.  You sucked on her waist for a while, using nothing but suction to draw her further into you until you felt her center of balance shift into you, and tilted your head up to give her a straight path downwards.  Now she was sliding into you of her own accord and there was nothing either of you could have done to stop it, not that you would have if you could.  
The profile passing through your mouth grew much wider as Amy’s large hips and ass came closer, the idea suddenly came into your mind that you really wanted to spank her before her butt passed out of reach, but this was still pretty new to both of you and you didn’t want to overstep, a spanking might have been too much too soon.  Then you realized that Amy’s vagina was about to pass over your tongue, and suddenly you started to panic a little bit, if giving her one little spank was too much than surely giving her oral stimulation with your tongue was out of the question for now, but on the other hand she had given you that handjob on the day you both met and that was plenty intimate, but would Amy think so?  She’d never played with your dick when she’d eaten you.  Would she be pissed if you played with her clit?  You’d already played with her nipples, and she hadn’t complained… Wait… OH SHIT!  You played with her nippples!  What if that was even too far to go?  What if she was actually super pissed off at you but hadn’t said anything yet?  If that was the case, she’d be even more angry if you put your tongue inside her, right?  But what if she was expecting you to play with her, she HAD asked point blank why the two of you weren’t hooking up together, maybe she wanted you to tongue her this whole time and maybe she’d be pissed off if you didn’t.  You were so lost in thought, that by the time you came back to yourself you realized her vagina had already slid through your mouth, and down your throat, her knees were now sliding into your mouth on their own.  You were spectacularly disappointed in yourself; you’d actually managed to find the downside of letting gravity help you swallow a person.  You decided not to tell Amy about this part later.
You silently kicked yourself for letting the best part of her get away without any special attention.  There wasn’t much more of her left to swallow.  You let her legs slowly drift into you, and finally came to her feet which slid into your mouth and held there.  You could feel her legs taking up the entirety of your throat from your stomach to your mouth, the heels of her feet sitting at the top of your throat, your uvula resting on one of her soles, and the top of her feet draped across your tongue, with her toes poking the inside of your lips.  With one final swallow you sent all of that down into your body.
You felt the last of Amy arrive in the pit of your stomach.  You looked down at your huge new tummy but were a bit surprised to see that it wasn’t quite so large, Amy was such a small woman that it only looked like you had three bed pillows stuffed under a flesh-colored sack.  You felt Amy move around inside you, and saw shapes appear and disappear across your taught skin as she got comfortable.  You laid on your side on top of Amy’s bed feeling very full and very relaxed.  
“That was great.” You reflect out loud.
Amy said nothing you only felt more shifting in your stomach, she seemed to be fidgeting.  
“You okay in there?” You asked concerned.
There was a pause, then “Yeah, yes. I’m totally fine. Just… everything’s fine.” She said, not sounding confident in her own words at all.
You lay on Amy’s bed in silence, she kept moving. 
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a bit restless.” You asked with a bit more concern.
“Yes!” she responded immediately “Okay? Just… Just shut up, okay!?”  Then in a smaller voice that you felt more than you heard “It’s just so…” then she trailed off.
“Amy… Is this your first time?” You asked delicately.
There was a very long silence, your stomach started to vibrate slightly as Amy’s movements go from fidgeting to shivering.
“Hey… Hey…” You said gently, as you began to affectionately stroke Amy through your own skin “It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
Your stomach quaked slightly as you heard a sniffle come from your stomach, you realized Amy was crying now.
Finally, she spoke “It’s… It’s… Why does it feel so lonely, you’re all around me, why does it feel so lonely? Is this what I’ve been doing to you?” She said, every word quivering.
“No, absolutely not, you haven’t done anything bad to me ever.” You said soothingly, still stroking her gently.  It wasn’t entirely true, but you wanted to reassure her right now. 
“I didn’t think it would feel like this…” She said her voice wavering in a way that scared you.
“I’m gonna let you out, you don’t have to do this” You said firmly.
“NO!” She shouted defiantly from inside you “Don’t you dare! I want this to work. I want… I want us to… to be…” she trailed off again. 
Maybe she didn’t have the words, or maybe she just didn’t want to say what she was thinking, but you thought you understood what she was trying to say. It was like earlier when she said she wanted to “bring herself down to your level”, but maybe what she meant was she wanted to be equals, and this is the only way she could think to do it. But she was terrified, she didn’t see being the prey as a pleasure like you did, but you remembered you didn’t at first either, at first it was scary, disgusting, and uncomfortable, but you’d eventually found a sort of inner peace inside of Amy that you now enjoyed and looked forward to, maybe you could guide her the same way her body had guided you?
“Amy.” You said firmly but calmly “Breathe with me.”
You began taking deep and long breaths, slowly in and out. After a while you felt Amy trying to match your breathing, your stomach would inflate with air when she exhaled and deflate when she inhaled.  You lay like that together for a while trying to match each other’s gentle breaths, and you felt Amy’s trembling inside you slowly subside as her breathing became more and more in sync with yours. Maybe it was just your imagination, but when you exhaled it felt like you were breathing out more air than usual, and when you breathed in it felt like you were taking in more air than usual, It almost felt you had a third lung in your stomach, you knew enough about anatomy to know your throat shouldn’t allow that to happen, but it sure felt like that’s how it worked right now.
After the breathing you focused on your heartbeat, it had accelerated when you were scared for Amy, but she seemed to be calming down, and your heartrate settled.  You focused on remaining calm and collected to keep it at a nice steady pace, you knew from experience that it was one of the things Amy could hear the loudest right now, and you wanted it to be a comfort for her.  Then somewhere among the breathing and the focusing you felt a throbbing from your stomach, a gentle push and pull, a thump that matched your heartbeat. It came again, and again, every time your heart gave a beat you felt another beat from below it. It couldn’t be your imagination this time, could it? Was Amy matching the clockwork of your body the same way that you had done so many times inside of her? Was Amy’s heartbeat really syncing with your own, and could you feel it? When you closed your eyes and turned your focus to her body it was as if you could feel every curve of her skin sinking and melting into you, becoming one with you.  It didn’t feel like digestion, it felt like you were literally more than you usually were, like Amy was a piece of you.  These intimate ideas drifted through your mind, and you pictured her floating within you, plugged into you somehow, connected through some physical means.  Your heart thumped and her heart thumped at the same time, working in tandem to deliver oxygen rich blood to your currently shared body. You felt not only in tune with Amy but with yourself, you could feel your new organ working hard within you directing your blood somewhere downward, you felt the blood accumulating in your nether regions giving you an erection, you were so in sync with Amy right now that you thought you could feel heat coming from her lower regions as well.  It was hard to say who was in charge of what was happening now, you couldn’t tell were you ended, and Amy began. 
You kept stroking Amy with your left hand, you had been this whole time, but you moved your right hand down to your penis to begin stroking it as well, and you felt Amy’s hand glide beneath your skin down to her vagina.  It felt like you and Amy were of a single mind as you both masturbated in sync with each other, It felt at times like you were stroking your shaft, then at times it felt like you were you sliding your fingers into Amy’s snatch.  You moaned out in ecstasy, and felt a moan from inside you as well, you felt the air of two gasps leave your lips, every pant, every breath, was doubled.  You felt your heartrate accelerate, beating faster and faster as the excitement mounted, and you felt Amy’s heartbeat increase to keep step with yours, or was yours only increasing to match with her?  You became hotter as warm blood circulated through your extremities, and inside your stomach Amy’s temperature rose as well, it truly felt like she was simply more of you and that you were more of her.
This went on for only a few glorious minutes, every sensation doubled, every thought intensified, building up to the crescendo.  Your body trembled, your insides trembled, Amy trembled.  A muffled scream came from inside you, and you couldn’t help but scream along with it.  Your seed shot out of you and splattered against the far wall; the rest dribbled out onto Amy’s bedsheets.  You panted, again that double breathing sensation as your extra lungs panted along with you.  For a few moments you just lay there cradling Amy inside you, neither of you able to speak.
It was Amy who broke the silence “Wow.” She said simply with an outward breath.
“Wow” She said again a moment later.
After a pause “Wow” again.  You decided she might not say anything other than “Wow” for a while, so you’d better say something else instead.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had” You said before realizing that wasn’t sex.
“That wasn’t sex” Amy said with a giggle.
“Oh… Yeah, I guess it wasn’t” You said feeling a bit dumb.
“It’s okay, it’s not dumb.  It was… really something though… Wow…” She said.
“Stop saying ‘wow’” You said.
She laughed, and her laugh was infectious, you started in too, and for a long time, you both couldn’t stop.  
Afterwards exhausted, you pulled Amy’s cum stained blanket over the two of you, you said your goodnights, and you both drifted off to an exhausted sleep.

It was morning, and you felt vibrations coming from below you. You rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.  When you rolled over there was an enormous bump in the bottom of your torso, it made rolling over difficult, but you managed it.  But the bump shouted, a sort of yelp noise.  Weird.  Now the bump was vibrating again, was it shouting at you?  Then you remembered: Amy, that bump was Amy.  You tossed Amy’s cover’s off of you to reveal your swollen abdomen.
“I said, it’s time to wake up!” Shouted Amy from beneath you.
“Oh, good morning” you said blearily.
“You have to go to the bathroom!” Shouted Amy.
“Wait, isn’t it usually the guy who HAS to go to the bathroom who tells people ‘I have to go to the bathroom’?” You puzzle together.
“Not when their poop is the one who wants to get out!”
You sat up, causing Amy’s weight to shift inside you downward so she was now pressed against the inside of your sphincter, she was now loaded into the chamber so to speak, and you suddenly realized: “Oh, I actually do have to go to the bathroom!”
“What did I just say?” asked Amy rhetorically, the vibration from her voice now tickling your colon, making you want to use the toilet even more.  You thankfully had enough awareness to not literally let Amy out into the Toilet.
You stood up from the bed, took off your pants and boxers, spread your legs, bent forward, and began to push the naked woman out of your butt.  You felt your pelvis stretch as Amy’s head passed through it and she crowned out of your asshole.  You felt the texture of her silky hair pass by your pucker, and then the skin of her forehead, and then the shape changed as her eyes and then the bridge of her nose escaped your backside as well.  She went ahead and quickly poked the rest of her head out by herself quicker than you had anticipated, her chin cleared your asshole, and it involuntarily contracted, halting Amy’s journey temporarily.  You had begun to push again when Amy spoke.
“What are you doing?”  She demanded forcefully “Don’t drop a deuce on my floor, I’ll stink up the place… I mean you’ll stink up the place!”
“But then where-“ You began.
“In the bathroom, idiot!  Let me out into the bathtub, so I can clean off!  Obviously!” 
“Right!” you said quickly. 
You stood up from your squatting position, this had the effect of straightening your pelvis from its angled position, which pushed on Amy’s shoulders and drove her back up into you.  She was now back up to her nose from what you could feel.  She let out a muffled yell from your colon, that made your insides vibrate and tickle slightly, which was not altogether unpleasant.  You could also feel your asshole slowly moving over the back of her head and trying to bring her back inside, and you were pretty sure walking to the bathroom would be enough to bring her back in fully until you started pushing again.  You thought about apologizing for her reentry, but then you thought about it more and: no, she could just stew on her choice for a bit, you were in control for a few minutes longer and you wanted to enjoy it.
You took a step and sure enough your ass began to swallow more of Amy’s face, some more enjoyable shouting and vibrating confirmed that she was not pleased, but she did say you should objectify her a little.  Each step made your pucker a bit tighter just by instinct, and after only five steps you felt your butt hole close again around Amy’s dome.  This made the final few steps into the bathroom a bit easier for you.  You carefully maneuvered your large stomach so you wouldn’t smack Amy against anything in the cramped bathroom, and finally bent over again pointing your bottom into the small tub.  Once again, the push, you found it much easier to push Amy’s head out of you this time, it was a bit unexpected, and with just one push you easily squeezed her out to her neck.  It felt like passing a huge soft poop that was still holding on to the rest of itself inside you.  Amy began again with her unhappy monologue.
“You’re such an idiot, why did you let me fall back in there?  Don’t you have any consideration for me or-“
You decided to ignore her since the feeling of squeezing her out of you like she was some kind of giant wad of toothpaste was surprisingly good.  The texture of her hair and face had given way to her skin, which she took good care of, and as a result was very smooth and luxurious to the touch, even if you were touching it with your asshole.  You pushed and her shoulders began to emerge much more easily than you would have imagined.  After that she practically glided out of you.  Feeling every curve of her body using your butthole was amazingly stimulating, you closed your eyes and could feel her breasts widen your hole, and then two distinct little nubs on top of them that were her nipples, feeling that made you pop a boner instantly.  Then the peaks fell and gave way to a thinner but more ridged feeling, her ribs, but they only lasted a short moment before you felt a softer valley of flesh, with a crater in the middle, her stomach and belly button.  You had no idea your ass was so sensitive to touch, but it really was like seeing with touch, it was like your ass had eyes.  The thought made you laugh.
“Are you fucking laughing at me?!” Amy demanded.
You kept going, feeling the soft valley give way to a wide mound sharp with two bones on the sides, and very soft and squishy on the bottom, clearly her hips and butt.  You laughed again as her pubes tickled your hole.  She was really flying now, only two long rods left and they were easy to pass, finally giving way to two oblong shapes that were her feet, which pulled themselves from your rear as Amy simply pulled them away herself.  
You opened your eyes again and turned around.  There was a sticky Amy laying in the tub with a pouty look on her face.  She was looking down and away but looked up at you when you turned to face her.
“Why were you laughing at me?” She said in a voice that sounded halfway between angry and hurt.
“I wasn’t, it was just a really funny feeling” You paused and changed your mind “It was a really good feeling”.  You bent down next to the tub, so you were closer to her “That was great… Amazing… Thank you”.  You stared into her eyes for a moment, her beautiful sharp eyes, and smiled at her, and she reluctantly smiled back.
“So…” She said with uncharacteristic warmth and uncertainty “what now?”
“Well, uhhh…” you stammered “When you finish cleaning yourself…” you paused for longer than was considered cool or suave to do so “Can I kiss you?”
She blinked at you.  “You fucking dork” she said in a tone of quiet awe that suggested you’d just said something amazingly stupid “I gave you a hand job on the day we met, we’ve seen each other naked a dozen times, and the whole point of this thing was so we could start hooking up.  Do you need a written invitation or something?”
“Well I was taught that you should always ask for permission first” You explained lamely.
“OH MY FUCK!!!” She shouted.  She then grabbed the back of your head and pulled you halfway over the rim of the tub into a sticky smelly kiss.  The kissing was almost nice, but the stench outweighed it by a lot.  
She eventually released you and stared into your eyes.  You took the opportunity to reach behind her and pull the shower faucet, releasing a stream of cold water down on the two of you, but mostly her.  She let out a quick shrill yelp and tried to punch you in the shoulder, but you were expecting it and jumped away easily.  Despite the gross feeling on your face from where Amy had kissed you, you couldn’t help but smile, and once Amy had stopped being angry about the sudden cold water dumped on her she also couldn’t help but smile.
You wiped your face down then you sat on the toilet and admired Amy as she showered.  She eyed you suspiciously for a while, but she didn’t close the curtain either.
“So” She began “How was I coming out?  Nice and smooth like a good turd?”
“Yeah actually” You said, “might have been the best poop of my life.”
“And that is how YOU should be!” She said accusingly “I swear to god, every time I have to shit you out, it’s like the worst constipation.  And don’t even get me started on the times when you curled up, and I had to squeeze a gigantic human beach ball out of my ass.”
“Hey, that only happened the first two times” you said, “and really, it only happened because your stomach is so tight I couldn’t move!”
“Did you just talk back to me?!” She said with venom, then “Oh… Did you just talk back to me?” she said with a soft and seductive lilt in her voice instead.  “I guess my plan worked, looks like I can’t push you around as much anymore.”
“Well…” you said, trying to also sound a little seductive and flirty “You could still push me around a little.”
“Oh, you can bet on that.” She said playfully “Don’t think you can start getting away with shit just because of our new status, I still outrank and outclass you.”
After she finished cleaning herself, she got out of the shower and dried off, then she took you by the hand without saying a word and pulled you back into her bedroom, both of you were still naked, and you couldn’t help but feel like some sexy stuff was about to happen.  That train of thought ended when Amy saw your cum stain on her blanket, and on her wall.  She berated you and you shrank slightly, then you decided if the two of you were gonna be equals and she wanted you to stop being a pushover, then this was a good place to start, and since she said you didn’t have to wait for an invitation…  You stepped up to her while she was in mid-sentence, grabbed her tight, and pulled her into a kiss.  For about half of one second she kept trying to talk while your lips were wrapped around hers because she hadn’t quite registered what was happening, but then she closed her eyes and melted in your arms returning the kiss passionately.
You tossed her stained blanket aside and pulled her down onto the mattress where your bodies entwined.  You pulled away from the kiss, and said simply “I’ll pay for the laundry, and I’ll clean the wall.”
She paused, there were still stars in her eyes from the make out session, but she recovered quickly “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me” she joked and laughed.  You chuckled too.
You began to stroke her hair and you two just stared at each other for a while.
“Ya know… I really was gonna digest you when we first met… Sorry about that…” She said with a sad expression.
“Where’s this coming from all of a sudden” You asked.
“It just occurred to me that I almost missed out on this, on you.” She said with that same sad tone.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty happy with the way things worked out.” You said reassuringly.
She blushed and said, “It does.”
“What made you change your mind anyway?”  You asked, suddenly curious.
“That’s kind of hard to put into words… Every guy I’ve ever dated has either been a huge dick or a giant pussy, and that’s by choice, I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I like a guy who can take charge, but also, I’m… Well… I also kinda like to push people around...”
“Kinda?” you made eye contact and raised your eyebrows in a questioning way.
“Shut up and let me finish!” She said with mock anger.
You smiled after getting a rise out of her, knowing you had proven your point.
“But you… Well at first, I thought you were the giant pussy type: you were totally submissive, and when I called you out on shit you were like a deer trapped in headlights.  Then when you fought back really hard against me… do you remember I said that you impressed me?  That was sort of true, but there was more to it than that.  I had a hunch that maybe you could walk the line between my two types.  So yeah, that was why you got to live.  That was also why I would get so mad at you, I wanted you to stand up to me and take charge sometimes, I knew you could do it; you just weren’t reacting how you were supposed to for some reason.”
“Stand up to you?” You said a little incredulously “You once ate me because I said I didn’t wanna keep escorting you around campus.”
“I’ve been called ‘clingy’ in the past.” She smiled mischievously, “Just because I want you to take control every once in a while, doesn’t mean you get to stop hanging out with me.  And just because you’ve found a spine doesn’t mean you aren’t still my bitch.”
“I think I can live with that.” You said contentedly.  Then a nervous thought occured to you “Wait, so what did you do with your other boyfriends?” you asked, trying not to sound too concerned, and failing.
She looked at you in the eyes with a blank expression “I dumped them” She said simply.
“Oh… and I guess by ‘dump’ you mean… you…” you said trailing off, hoping she wouldn’t confirm your worst fear.
“Jesus, I just broke up with them. That’s all.” She looked slightly annoyed “You really thought I digested them? I don’t kill people that I know just because I don’t love them anymore, that’s something a psycho would do.”
“But you WOULD digest a poor helpless freshman you just met because he was staring at someone’s ass?” You said in a teasing voice.
“Oh, you keep this up, and I’ll sure as hell reconsider digesting you.” She said playfully.
You then pulled each other into a kiss and started making out again.  
Then Amy pulled away briefly and said “Also, sorry I kicked you in the balls that one time.” She then returned to the kissing.