Zoe looked over the spread of supplies she had gathered in her living room. Board games, movies, and enough snacks to kill an elephant were spread out like a magnificent banquet. She had spent the better part of the afternoon setting this up as a surprise for her friend, Sayuri, who had been recently hit with the worst kind of luck. Her car had broken down, her co-workers had called out sick, her phone had exploded…basically for the past week or so, anything that could go wrong in her life, did.
 
 
  This led Zoe to today, where she had laid out a relaxing evening where Sayuri could simply forget her worries for a bit, or at least that was the plan. Originally, Zoe had invited a couple of their friends to join them. The plan was to have a ‘surprise support party’ to let Sayuri know that she had their support. Unfortunately, Sayuri’s bad luck extended to her friends as well. Almost all of them had something come up, causing them to cancel their plans. Zoe wasn’t discouraged by this (okay, she may have been pissed at them all, but she wasn’t about to let this ruin her surprise for Sayuri!), and instead focused her energy into each minute detail. She had all of Sayuri’s favorite snacks, some cheesy horror films, and a small mountain of blankets for the two of them.
 
 
  Once she had placed the last bowl of snacks, she stepped back and looked at her handiwork. Before she could properly bask in her success, her attention was stolen by a sudden knock at the door. Zoe scrambled to open it, and standing at her doorstep was an irritated looking Sayuri.
 
 
  “Heeeey! Welcome! I hope you’re ready to have some fun!” she said, pulling Sayuri inside. Sayuri’s hardened expression couldn’t withstand being whipped around suddenly, instead being replaced by a rather surprised expression as Zoe practically carried her into the living room. There, her expression went from shocked to confused.
 
 
  “Uhhh, what’s all this?” she asked, pointing to the elaborate setup before her.
  “Surprise! I know you’ve been having a shit time lately, so I thought you deserved a little treat to help unwind.” Zoe said enthusiastically. It was apparent that she was definitely proud of how well she had prepared for this. Initially, Sayuri wasn’t too keen on staying, but after seeing how excited Zoe was about all of this she decided to play along.
 
 
  “Okay, what’s up first?” she asked.
 
 
  Zoe ushered Sayuri over to the couch, where she wrapped the small mouse girl in a cocoon of blankets. From there she produced a series of horror DVDs, and asked Sayuri to pick one. Sayuri looked them over; it seemed as though they were all b-list movies, and none of them looked like they had a budget over twenty dollars. She picked the goofiest one of them, “The monster of Murder Lake”, which Zoe plucked out of her hands and deposited into the DVR.
 
 
  The movie began, and the two of them sat in silence for a bit. Zoe helped herself to some of the closer bowls of snacks, prompting Sayuri to share a rather large bowl of popcorn with her. The movie itself was just as bad as they had hoped it would be. The acting was horrible, the effects were cheap, and at times they could point out misplaced props and actors in the background in more scenes than not. This made what was supposed to be a bone chilling tale about a monster killing off construction workers into a laughing stock for the two women.
  For the next couple of hours the two of them were huddled together, laughing at how bad the movie was.
 
 
  Towards the tail end of the film, the main protagonist stood ready in a showdown with the monster, which was obviously just a woman painted green and had seaweed taped to her hair.
 
 
  “Oh my god, look at her tits!” Zoe laughed, pointing at the actress on screen. She was wearing a torn tank top that was clearly positioned to be focused on her breasts. This plus the fact that her nipples were poking through the fabric made it all too obvious that the director was more focused on showing off her body than anything else.
 
 
  Sayuri giggled, Zoe had been making crass comments about the characters all throughout the film. However this time it seemed a bit egregious. The two characters on screen were standing in the middle of a (completely fake) swamp. Standing a couple feet from one another, it kept cutting between the two during their conversation.
 
 
  “I invoke the powers of the spirits of the swamp! Leave, mortal, before you are taken as a sacrifice!” the swamp monster said,
 
 
  “Give me back my friends, you fiend! Or else I’m going to…uh…get really angry!” the woman snapped back. Zoe and Sayuri burst out laughing. Judging by the look on the swamp monster’s face, that was a completely improvised line.
 
 
  “Very well then. Come at me, and face your doom!” She said, opening her arms out wide.
 
 
  The scene suddenly shifted to a view of the protagonist’s back, which was already a tad strange. In addition to this, the swamp monster looked as if she had suddenly gained around twenty pounds. The bodypaint around her gut had been reapplied with a fresh coat, and her belly was slightly poking out from her midsection. All of these small changes told Sayuri that this was some sort of jump cut between takes. She assumed that it was because this was from a later filming session.
 
 
  Then, the swamp monster reached out and grabbed the protagonist by the sides, and started to swallow her head. First it was her head, and then her shoulders soon made their way into the swamp monsters gullet. Unlike literally every other scene in the movie, which was riddled with cuts and special effects, this scene was just left uninterrupted.
 
 
  Sayuri watched as the woman’s body disappeared into the swamp monster’s belly. The bulges of her face became visible pushing against her throat as more and more of her was drawn into her greedy throat. Sayuri was transfixed, so much so that she had completely tuned out Zoe, who was making more than enough crass comments about how “this bitch clearly knows how to suck a dick!” and the like.
 
 
  The woman’s legs began to kick wildly in the air as the swamp monster pulled her lower half off of the ground and into the air. With some effort she lifted her meal above her head, using gravity to help her swallow. Soon, the lady’s legs sank past the swamp monster’s lips, and, with a few more swallows, she was completely devoured. All that was left was the swamp monster, who had fallen onto her ass. The last shot of the movie was of her, cradling her engorged, squirming belly in her arms. She belched out the same tank top that Sayuri and Zoe had been commenting on previously, now soaked in a small puddle of saliva.
 
 
  Sayuri was speechless. Zoe had paused the screen, leaving her looking at the bloated belly of the swamp monster, and while she knew it was just a movie she couldn’t help but imagine herself in the same scenario. Being face to face with some monster that wanted nothing more than to swallow her down. Her mind was racing among the many possibilities of such a fantasy. She felt the blankets surrounding her, enveloping her like the maw of some unknown, but impossibly powerful predator. Suddenly the blankets covering her felt much warmer than they did a moment ago, and Sayuri realized that her face had broken out into a furious blue blush. She realized that she had unconsciously been pulling herself deeper into the blanket’s embrace, which was now nearly covering her entirely.
 
 
  Zoe had been on her phone during all of this, apparently she was curious about the strange ending of the film and decided to do a little research on it. What she had found was that the actress who played the swamp monster had insisted on the ending, and the reason for the shoddily edited ending was because they had exhausted their supply of interns on various other takes. The one shown in the movie apparently was their last one, which explained both the weight she had gained between shots as well as the lack of camera cuts during it.
 
 
  She shared this information freely with Sayuri, which only served to fuel her wild train of thoughts. Zoe was, predictably, unaware of how flustered Sayuri was, and decided to waste no time in moving on to the next activity she had planned for them: her self proclaimed ‘snack-a-thon’, which was set out on a table in a neighboring room. So, she once again picked up Sayuri (who, at this point, was used to being manhandled by her friend) and brought her over to the next room.
 
 
  Zoe placed Sayuri down on her feet at the foot of the table before rushing past her to sit down. The table was decorated with a wide assortment of different sweet and savory snacks, each of which were piled high into whatever containers Zoe had on hand at the time. Bowls, cups, plates, and saucepans littered the table.
  At the very edge of the spread there was just enough empty space to house two clean plates, one of which Zoe grabbed and began to fill with food. Sayuri hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so she quickly got up to join Zoe. When she sat down, she got a better look at what food was laid out for the two of them. It was mostly snacks and junk food. Chips, popcorn, candies, and pieces of chocolate were chief among the different choices before her, however towards the back edges of the table there were more unorthodox pieces of food. More likely than not these were set out with the intention to take up space, to make the table seem less empty than it already was, than anything else. Crackers, olives, as well as a small bowl of soy sauce packets were the more notable choices Sayuri saw, which she decided to leave untouched.
 
 
  She filled her plate with some chocolate and freshly cut strawberries, and was about to dig in before her attention was taken by Zoe.
 
 
  Zoe had served herself a small mountain of sweets that she was now shoveling into her mouth with reckless abaddon.
 
  Sayuri’s food lay forgotten on her plate, her mouth hung open in shock as she stared at Zoe tear into her meal. Fistfuls of bonbons and toffees were thrown into her ravenous gullet, disappearing with little more than a swallow and a slight bulge in Zoe’s throat, until the plate was empty, and Zoe was left patting her now full belly. The only indication that her plate had food on it at all were a few crumbs that were too small to bother with.
 
 
  Without any more food to occupy her, Zoe turned her attention to Sayuri, who was suddenly made aware of how intently she was staring at Zoe (or more accurately, her belly).
 
 
  “What’s wrong? Aren’t you hungry?” she asked the now embarrassed mouse girl. This prompted Sayuri into digging into her own food, which she did immediately.
 
 
  Seeing this, Zoe was satisfied with herself for being a good hostess, and with that she began to load up her plate for seconds.
 
 
  Sayuri nibbled at her food, sneaking glances at Zoe every so often. Zoe had slowed down with her second plate; instead of devouring as much food as possible she took each piece and ate them individually before savoring it.
 
 
  Sayuri watched through stolen glances as Zoe first picked which piece of candy among the many she had gathered would be next. Then, she would grasp the chosen piece between her index finger and thumb. She would then lift it over her head, rolling the morsel between her fingers until she was holding it directly above her face.
 
 
  There, her hand would hang in the air for a moment before she would open her mouth widely. Her tongue would fall out of her mouth and hang out like a beckoning finger. After what seemed like an eternity she would drop the piece of food, which would land on her tongue and, with a snapping of her jaws, would disappear from view.
 
 
  This repeated for every snack left on her plate until it was once again empty. Sayuri would catch glimpses and pieces of this process in between each of her own bites, and soon enough both of their plates were exhausted of any food.
 
 
  All throughout their meals Sayuri ‘s thoughts seemed to gravitate back to the film that they had just watched. The form of that actress being sucked down into the swamp monster’s belly flashed in her mind, then, with her imagination betraying her, the actress in her mind had been replaced by her. This new curiosity occupied her mind, and it bled into her thoughts. When she looked at Zoe with her own meal, she couldn’t help but imagine herself as that small morsel, hanging high in the air by Zoe’s grip before tumbling down into her maw, throat, and eventually landing in her warm, inviting belly.
 
 
  The thought alone sent a shiver down Sayuri’s spine, which was enough to shake her from her fantasies.
 
 
  She then realized that she had included her own friend in her own perverted delusions, which caused her to blush with shame and embarrassment.
 
 
  For the remainder of the meal, Sayuri made sure not to look at Zoe, and when she was asked something she made sure to keep her replies short and simple. This didn’t go unnoticed by Zoe, who took this to be Sayuri becoming bored or annoyed. So, to keep her guest of honor entertained, she quickly tried to move on to the final activity planned for the evening: party games.
 
 
  The two of them moved back to the living room, where Zoe rushed to clear the room of their previous activity. From a small spot in the corner she carried over some board games. She laid them out on the table, and the two of them returned to their spots on the couch and began to look them over.
 
 
  Unfortunately, there weren’t any games among them that were played with only two people. The already awkward atmosphere only got worse with each game they discarded. When they had finished looking over the games, and found that they had none that they could play, Sayuri got up to leave.
 
 
  “Wha- wait! Where are you going?” Zoe asked.
  Sayuri twiddled with her thumbs for a bit, shifting her gaze about to distract herself.
 
 
  “I think maybe it’s time for me to go home…” she mumbled,
  “It’s getting pretty late, and plus I have work in the morning…”
 
 
  Zoe, not noticing how Sayuri was inching towards the door, seemed unfazed.
 
 
  “You can spend the night!” She replied,
  “It can be like a sleepover!”
 
 
  “But what would we even do? I don’t want to watch another movie, and I don’t think I can eat another bite if I tried.” Sayuri said.
 
 
  “We can play a game!”
  “But there aren’t any that would work!” Sayuri said, more impatiently. She pointed over towards the large pile of discarded board games.
 
 
  Zoe paused for a moment, and was about to admit defeat when she was struck by inspiration.
 
 
  “Ooh! I know!” she said excitedly.
 
 
  “How about truth or dare?!”
 
 
  Sayuri opened her mouth to raise a counterpoint, but her mind was drawing a blank. Sure, technically they could play truth or dare with just two people, but it would almost certainly end badly.
 
 
  She was about to outright say no, but then she saw the look on Zoe’s face. She had gone through such lengths for her; the very least she could do was play along, even if it was only for one game.
 
 
  “Okay…” she said, sitting back down on the couch,
 
 
  “But only for a little bit, okay? And no weird dares!” she said, pointing a finger at Zoe. She had heard from some of their mutual acquaintances that Zoe could get a bit carried away when playing truth or dare.
 
 
  “No promises!” Zoe replied, giving Sayuri a cheeky smile. The two of them chose who would go first (Sayuri, because it was polite to let the guest go first), and they began.
 
 
  “Okay, truth or dare?” she asked Zoe.
 
 
  “Dare! Hit me with something good!” Zoe replied.
 
 
  Sayuri didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill, but also she didn’t want to ask anything too crazy of Zoe (mainly because Zoe would take it as a challenge, and make her own dares that much more weird).
 
 
  “Okay, I dare you to…” she said, Zoe was waiting with bated breath to see what kind of dare Sayuri would come up with,
 
 
  “Lick your own elbow!”
 
 
  Zoe had to keep herself from laughing at such an innocent dare. It was almost cute how tame Sayuri was trying to keep things. So, she stuck out her tongue and tried to touch it to her elbow. After a few seconds of genuinely trying to complete the dare (and a lot of effort on Zoe’s part), she managed to graze her elbow with the tip of her tongue.
 
 
  “Done! Now it’s my turn!” she exclaimed, holding her arms up in victory. She turned to Sayuri, and yelled “Truth or dare?!”
 
 
  “Truth!” Sayuri instantly yelled back. She knew not to make the mistake of doing any dare that Zoe had thought up.
 
 
  This didn’t surprise Zoe, although it did disappoint her slightly. She paused for a moment to think of what question to ask, before she snapped her fingers and, with a mischievous grin on her face, asked her question.
 
 
  “Okay…what kind of panties are you wearing?” she said. She enjoyed watching Sayuri’s face become overwhelmed by a blue blush. She pressed her legs into her skirt to make sure Zoe hadn’t taken a peek.
 
  “T-that’s none of your business!” she yelped.
 
 
  “Oh come now, if you’re too embarrassed to tell me maybe you can show me?” Zoe said, leaning a little closer to the flustered mouse before her.
 
 
  This caused Sayuri to shrink back into the couch, her hands were now gripping her ears, pulling them over her face to act as a makeshift cover.
 
 
  “Blue and white…” she said from behind her ears.
  “What was that, princess? I couldn’t hear that?” Zoe teased,
  “Blue and white…striped…” Sayuri said, this time a little bit louder.
  “One more time?” Zoe asked. Sayuri was more embarrassed over the fact she had to repeat it so many times than anything else, so this time she pulled herself out from behind her ears and yelled.
 
 
  “They’re blue and white striped panties, okay?!”
 
 
  This time, Zoe had heard her (as well as any neighbors who might have been listening at the time). Sayuri, after a moment, realized what she had just blurted out and retreated back into the couch. She pulled one of the pillows that was on the couch and held it to her chest, using it as a shield from Zoe’s gaze.
 
 
  “It’s your turn,” she said into the pillow,
  “Truth or dare?”
 
 
  “Dare!” Zoe said without hesitation.
 
 
  Sayuri, with her head in the pillow, tried to think of something better than her last dare. It had to be something particularly bad to make up for Zoe’s question. However the sudden rush of emotions that she felt from revealing such private information had Sayuri in a frazzled state. As such, her thoughts were swarming around her. Thoughts about how crummy things had been for her lately, thoughts about that swamp monster, and then those thoughts bled into watching Zoe eat…
 
 
  Outside of her mind, Sayuri had been staring at the now blank T.V screen for a solid half minute. Zoe cleared her throat, hoping to egg Sayuri on to make her dare.
 
 
  The sound of Zoe clearing her throat fished Sayuri up from her thoughts, and, realizing that she had spent too much time letting her mind wander, she blurted out the first thing she could think of. Unfortunately for her, she had just been envisioning Zoe as some big, bad predator. So, naturally, her dare followed the same line of thought.
 
 
  “I dare you to keep…uh…three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt!” she said.
 
 
  This wasn’t what Zoe had been expecting, in fact it was much more tame than anything Zoe would’ve come up with. So she was happy to oblige. She got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to retrieve the ice cubes, which she brought back in a small bowl.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  She plopped back down onto the couch, setting the bowl down on the table next to them. She made sure to face Sayuri as she picked each ice cube up and out of the bowl, placing them into her purple maw. She placed them on her tongue and pulled them back into her mouth. Sayuri stared, transfixed on the interior of Zoe’s maw before she suddenly snapped her jaws shut.
 
 
  It only took a minute or two for the ice cubes to melt, and, when she had finished, Zoe clapped her hands and tried to move on with the game.
 
 
  “All right! Sayuri, truth or-”
 
 
  “Hold it!” Sayuri interjected.
  “How do I know you completed the dare?”
 
 
  Zoe rolled her eyes. To her, this was just Sayuri trying to stall for time before her next turn. So, not wanting to argue, Zoe opened her mouth widely. She then leaned into Sayuri’s face with her open maw.
 
 
  Sayuri’s view was overtaken by the inside of Zoe’s mouth. It was hot, and strands of drool were dripping down from the roof of it onto her tongue. Another fact Sayuri was made painfully aware of was how large it was. If she wanted to, Sayuri could easily fit her head between her friend’s open jaws. She felt Zoe’s breath rush up from her throat and onto her face, which only made her more curious about the deep, fleshy tunnel of her esophagus, which was just out of view beyond her tongue.
 
 
  “See? Allll gone…” Zoe said, before retracting back and sitting back down.
 
 
  It was only after she closed her mouth once again that she realized how much her little show had affected Sayuri, whose breathing was a bit more shallow. This was the last straw for Zoe, Sayuri had been acting weird around her all evening and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
 
 
  “Alright, Truth or dare?” she asked.
 
 
  It took a moment for her to reply, but when she did, Sayuri (predictably) answered ‘truth’. So Zoe mustered up her courage and asked her question.
 
 
  “Okay, you’ve been acting strange all night. What’s going on?”
 
 
  Sayuri’s heart picked up as she was suddenly confronted with the possibility of these strange thoughts coming to light. She started to stammer and flounder between different fragmented sentences and excuses before she was cut off by Zoe.
 
 
  “It’s nothing about me, right?” she asked.
 
 
  Now, had it only been about her own problems, Sayuri would have been just as ready to leave them unanswered as anything else. However as soon as she realized that her secret was affecting Zoe, her resolve broke. She took a deep breath and, in a bold move that was entirely unlike her, she placed her hand on Zoe’s thigh, which caused her to look up and meet Sayuri’s gaze.
 
 
  “I think I want you to eat me.” she said, hoping that her now quickly fading courage would hold out just a little bit longer.
 
 
  Zoe looked at her dumbfounded, and for a moment Sayuri was afraid that what she said was too much. Zoe then tilted her head, and with a quizzical expression asked,
 
 
  “You mean you want me to go down on you?”
 
 
  This was too much for Sayuri to handle, and so she grabbed the blankets around her and wrapped them around herself into a big cocoon. From within it, she began to explain what she really meant. Zoe listened to her intently, from her explaining how she felt during the movie, towards the way she looked at Zoe eating her snacks, and every emotion that came with it. When she had finished, Zoe felt relieved.
 
 
  “Is that it? That’s…not a big deal actually.” she said.
  Sayuri’s head peeked out from her blanket cocoon, “It isn’t?” she asked.
 
 
  Zoe laughed, “Hell no! Do you know how many people ask to take a trip into this gut?” she said, patting her stomach,
 
 
  “Trust me, it’s completely normal.”
 
 
  This reassured Sayuri, and she felt as if a large weight had been taken off of her chest. Suddenly, she felt as if she could appreciate what a wonderful evening that Zoe had given her. The feelings of anxiety and stress that she had been holding on to melted away. She let go of her blankets, and the cocoon she had made fell apart around her. She smiled, fully and genuinely at Zoe, who returned it in kind.
 
 
  “Alright, now can we continue with our game?” Zoe asked, completely breaking the heartfelt moment between them.
 
 
  “Ugh, fine. Truth or dare?” Sayuri asked,
  “Truth!” Zoe said, giving a wide, toothy grin.
 
 
  Sayuri looked at Zoe’s belly. The evening between them had centered around it, so she might as well embrace the weirdness.
 
 
  “Have you really eaten someone before?” she asked,
 
 
  Zoe knew where this was going, and so she began to list off the different times people had asked to be her meal. It was usually someone she knew, or at least someone that knew her. Of course, she’d reform them afterwards, but it happened often enough to become normal to her.
 
 
  When she was finished with her answer, she looked Sayuri deep in the eyes. She was looking for that telltale glimmer of desire. Someone who knew what they wanted, but was unwilling to grab it for themselves. And sure enough, she saw that desire in Sayuri’s eyes, longing to be in her belly and melted down into a layer of warm, soft fat.
 
 
  “Alright, I’m calling it. This is the last turn. Truth or dare?” she asked Sayuri.
 
 
  “...Dare?”
 
 
  Zoe then leaned in closer to Sayuri, she could feel the mouse girl's rapid breaths on her neck as she leaned into one of her ears.
 
 
  “I dare you to climb into my mouth, go down my throat, and let me digest you like the good little snack you are.” she whispered.
 
 
 
  Sayuri’s breath caught in her throat. She let out a small squeak as Zoe stuck out her tongue and dragged it across her cheek. The warm feeling of her tongue sent shivers down her spine, and in its wake it left a line across her cheek that was wet with saliva. The warm spot on her cheek quickly cooled, leaving Sayuri wanting for more.
 
 
  Zoe then moved onto Sayuri, so that her legs were straddling the mouse girl's thighs. She opened her mouth and leaned down, so that her open maw was right in front of Sayuri’s chest. Sayuri hesitantly reached out with one of her hands and placed it on Zoe’s tongue. She wrapped her hands around it before Zoe closed her mouth, trapping her hands inside. She then swirled her tongue around Sayuri’s hands, savoring the soft movements of her squirming. Sayuri felt Zoe’s tongue start to undulate as it pulled her hands to the back of her throat.
 
 
  Zoe began to swallow. It was slow at first, she would pause in between each swallow to gauge Sayuri’s reaction, and only continued when she knew that Sayuri hadn’t changed her mind.
 
 
  Then, when Sayuri’s hands had reached her throat, Zoe picked up the pace. She swallowed rapidly, pulling her friend’s arms quickly into her mouth. Soon, Sayuri was one swallow away from having her head be pulled into Zoe’s maw. For Sayuri, it seemed as if time had stopped, and the two of them were frozen at that moment. Of course, in reality, Zoe was merely taking a break before the most intensive part of the process.
 
 
  She grabbed Sayuri’s waist and pulled her in close as she swallowed. With one gulp she pulled her friend’s head into her maw, and with another she managed to fit her shoulders inside of her. Now, with only her second half left outside of her mouth, she could relax a little. She let go of Sayuri’s waist, with her hands she supported her friend's legs as her upper body slid down her throat.
 
 
  She allowed herself to slow down, allowing gravity and Sayuri’s movements to take over in swallowing her. This allowed her to shift her attention elsewhere, namely on Sayuri’s rear end, which was now enticingly close to her mouth. She reached up and sunk her finger’s into Sayuri’s plump ass. This caused Sayuri to jump slightly, and Zoe had to hold on tightly to prevent her from falling into her stomach before she could play with her properly.
 
 
  Zoe kneaded and groped Sayuri’s ass, enjoying the little movements that let her know that she was driving her crazy with anticipation. With some effort, she blindly navigated her fingers underneath the waistband of Sayuri’s panties. She held them outwards as Sayuri slid down on her own, allowing for her to strip herself without any effort on her own part.
 
 
  As Sayuri’s lower body entered her mouth, Zoe’s tongue began to move about more voraciously. She made sure to run her tongue along every inch of her body as it passed through her mouth, making note to pay attention to the sweet folds between her legs for the brief moment that she could.
 
 
  Soon her torso had fallen into her throat, leaving only her legs dangling outside of her mouth. This part was far less interesting for both Zoe and Sayuri (although there wasn’t much about this that Sayuri didn’t think was new and exciting). Plus Zoe didn’t want to keep Sayuri upside down for longer than she needed to, so she grabbed Sayuri’s legs and shoved them down her throat.
 
 
Zoe then looked at the pair of panties in her hand. They were a plain pair with blue and white stripes, just like Sayuri said they were. They were soaking wet, but Zoe knew that this wasn’t because of her saliva. With the hard part over for her, she fell back onto the couch and laid herself down so that she could digest her meal in peace.
 
  Sayuri was now fully inside of Zoe’s stomach, and it was just as she had imagined it would be like. All around her was this purplish, warm chamber that seemed to massage her from all sides. A heartbeat was pounding in Sayuri’s ears, though she couldn’t tell if it were her own or Zoe’s, and pooling around her back was a small bath of stomach acids that lapped at her skin. She bent her legs above her so that she could recline without pressing too hard into any of the stomach walls. One of her hands began exploring her own body, trailing down her neck and onto the space between her breasts. Her other hand had made its way further down her body and between her legs, where she began to pleasure herself. Her breathing had become desperate pants as she released all the pent up sexual frustrations from before.
 
 
  It didn’t take long for her to reach orgasm, a wave of pleasure rocked out from between her legs and traveled up through her body. She didn’t stop there though. She continued to use both of her hands to fuck herself, causing the chyme around her to splash violently against the walls and onto her body. Her mind was purely focused on two things: The euphoria that her body was swimming in, and making sure that it continued. She didn’t know when that masturbatory pleasure had melted away into the bliss of digestion, but at that point she didn’t care. By then, her body had melted into a more liquid state. She closed her eyes as her body was unable to support herself, and she fell beneath the growing pool of acid below her.
 
 
  Zoe, by this point, had already fallen asleep (she tended to do so when digesting large meals, as the large belly they gave her made it awkward and difficult to masturbate with). By the time she woke up, her belly was considerably smaller, and what was left of Sayuri’s body would be pumping through her intestines.
 
 
  The next morning, Zoe woke up on the couch with a stretch. It took her a moment to shake off her sleep and fully wake up, something that she did immediately when she saw her belly. It was still large, much more so than it usually was, but there was the key fact that it lacked the horny mouse girl that it had when she had fallen asleep. Quickly, she ran to the bathroom. Once there, she stripped off her clothes, which she threw into a pile in the corner. She then stood in front of her mirror and began to inspect her body. There was a new layer of fat that hung from her. It stayed mostly around her belly, but there was a distinct increase in size to her ass and tits, which she inspected closely.
 
 
  “Damn, Sayuri! I knew you liked my ass, but this is a bit much…” she muttered to herself.
 
  Then, sitting plainly on one of her buttcheeks, Zoe found what she was looking for: A small pictograph of Sayuri’s face, which was smiling back at her. It couldn’t speak, but the expression on her face said more to her than words would be able to.
 
 
  From Sayuri’s perspective, she was surrounded by some incomprehensible mass of warmth and comfort. She couldn’t move, or speak, or even breathe, but she could certainly see and hear (which were her only indicators that she was still herself). This was just the break she needed from the outside world, just a small corner of heaven for her to forget herself in for a bit while she gathered her thoughts.
 
 
  She looked out from her limited view and saw Zoe’s reflection looking down at her. Seeing herself as a portrait of pure magic on Zoe’s ass gave Sayuri some idea of what happened, and where she was. She didn’t ask Zoe about when she’d be able to reform, but that was part of what made this arrangement so perfect for her: she didn’t need to. She trusted Zoe enough to bring her back when she needed to, just as she trusted her with the very essence of her being (Of course, had she had any choice in her placement, she would have preferred her very essence to be placed somewhere that wouldn’t be sat on all day, but that was beyond her.)
 
 
  Sayuri closed her eyes, and felt the warmth and comfort of the soft layer of fat that used to be her body surrounding her. Zoe would let her go eventually, so until then she was going to take a much needed vacation.