Boys' Night Out
 
The two high-school boys stood in front of the club, gazing at it for several minutes in awe. Huge letters said "HOT MAMA'S".
 
"Dude," Derek his friend, gulping. "Will we get inside or not?"
 
"Wait," Simon answered, adjusting his glasses. "Let me take it in."
 
Simon took a deep breath, then said:
 
"Okay, let's go. It's now or never."
 
The scrawny young men approached the woman dressed in black at the club's door, who instantly raised an eyebrow at them and blocked their way.
 
"What do you two think you're doing here?" She asked.
 
"W-We are..." Derek began, but froze. Simon cleared his throat.
 
"We are here to enjoy the club like everyone else," The high-schooler explained. "Here are our driver's licenses. We also got money."
 
He handed two cards to the woman, alongside enough money to pay for their entrances. She looked at the cards them back at the two boys. She shrugged and sighed.
 
"I don't get apaid enough to care. You guys can enter, Misters "San Juan Mendez" and "McHating".
 
"Thank you," Simon picked the cards, winked at his friend and both entered the club. Later, he told Derek. "I was totally going to eat her for blocking our way. It's just that I'm saving up space for someone that looks tastier."
 
"I thought she wasn't going to let us enter," Derek admited. "Those fake driver licenses we've got from your cousin look super phony."
 
"Don't worry, dude. Now let's enjoy the show, okay?"
 
The two boys had entered a large, dark room with flickering colorful lights and music so loud one could hardly hear one's own thoughts. The room was filled with people, mostly men, but in stages of varied size there were scantily dressed women dancing erotically. The thing those women had in common, besides killer bods, massive tits and fat asses, was the fact that all of them had large, round baby-bumps.
 
The boys just watched in awe as the strippers danced (some pole-danced), took off part of their clothes and teased the audience. They were all vulgar, heavily pregnant and super hot.
 
"Dude, do you really think we should be here?" Derek asked his friend. "It might be a bit too much for me..."
 
"Don't chicken out now, please!" The glasses-wearing young man repproached. "Brad comes here all the time! Don't you want to be cool like him?"
 
Brad was a jock from their school who was two-metters tall, had a handsome face and although already on his early twenties, was permanently stuck on high-school. He was also a predator with an insatiable appetite, who was constantly eating teachers, colleagues and just about any good-looking chick he could get his hands on. The school had actually given up on having cheerleader teams after Brad wipped out their entire ranks three consecutive times.
 
Many boys looked up to him, and many girls wanted him. Simon was amongst his greatest admirators, and had an ambition of some day being part of Brad's little jock club. Derek thought Brad was super cool, of course, who didn't? But he also didn't think the predator was exactly the best role-model for a guy to follow.
 
"Look, dude! It's happening!" Simon suddenly pointed to one of the stages, where one of the strippers had stopped to breath after tiring herself pole-dancing. A fat guy on the audience had grabbed one of her shapely legs and was violently pulling her towards his maw.
 
In a matter of seconds the stripper was halfway down, and in a few more, she disappeared. The fat guy belched crassly and another stripper got up the stage where her colleague had just been pulled to her doom and started to dance like nothing had happened.
 
"This place fucking ROCKS!" Simon exclaimed. "I'm totally going to lose my vore virginity tonight, just wait and see."
 
"I'm sure you'll do. I have my doubts about myself though," Derek looked down.
 
"Chill out, these preggo babes are totally offering themselves like meat to any guy courageous enough to take the first bite. It's impossible to come to this place and leave with an empty belly."
 
While Simon was talking, Derek noticed something on one of the tables that were located in the corners of the room, around the stages. He pointed at one of those tables and whispered to his friend:
 
"Dude, look at that! Isn't that our history teacher, Mr. Matthews?!"
 
Derek was pointing to a plain looking man in his thirties sitting on a table, resting a massive belly on it and rubbing it gently.
 
"Holy shit, that's him! And he's always talking about how happily married he is, haha! Not that much of a family man in the end, huh?"
 
"Let's get to some other place before he sees us!" Derek urged, desperately.
 
They went to another area, and Simon started looking around. He suddenly stopped and patted a woman on the back and she turned around. She turned out to be a stripper awaiting for her turn to get to one of the stages. She was a goth, with cool tattoos on her arms, piercings, black lipstick and leather clothes. On her baby-bump it was tattooed with large, crude letters "PREYSLUT."
 
"Hey babe! How about we go somewhere private?" Simon said with surprising comfidence that verged on madness, or a total lack of self-awareness.
 
"Fine," The stripper answered in a deadpan tone and turned around to go to one of the smaller rooms of the club where the 'private shows' were given to clients.
 
Before following the stripper though, Simon rushed to his friend's side and whispered in his ear.
 
"I'm going to score dude! And with a big tiddy goth GF on top of that!"
 
"Good job, dude!" The two high-schoolers high-fived.
 
"But now you HAVE to eat someone as well," Simon spoke to his friend, holding his shoulders to show that he was dead serious. "It would suck to be the only one to score tonight. I'm giving you a mission, like in those RPG games you play, alright?"
 
"F-Fine, I'll try my best!"
 
"Let's go! Okay dude, see you later when we're completely ruining this place's toilets!" Having said that, Simon turned around and runned after the goth woman, who hadn't waited for him. "Wait, babe!"
 
Derek gulped. He was left all alone in that place of vileness and lewdness. He didn't even want to come! He didn't care that much about being a vore virgin, and was waiting for the right girl...
 
His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand placed on his shoulder.
 
"Is everything alright, cutie?" A feminine voice said.
 
He turned around and saw a brown-haired woman smiling warmly at him. Derek's eyes instantly went to the woman's baby-bump, which was massive. She had a shining piercing on her navel. The woman noticed him staring and giggled.
 
"Twins," She explained. "But you haven't answered my question."
 
"E-Everything's fine, thanks for asking..."
 
"My name's Jessica. What's your name, sweetie?"
 
"Derek," The boy said, after a short pause.
 
"Nice to meet you, Derek. Why don't we go to somewhere more private?"
 
"To do what...?" The ternager was trembling by now.
 
"To make your experience here worth the money you spent, of course!" She grabbed his hand. "Let's go!"
 
She dragged him to one of the rooms and closed the door behind them. There was only a king-size bed on the room, and Jessica quickly jumped on it.
 
"What are you waiting for, big boy?" She smiled seductively. "Won't you eat me up?"
 
"Wait!" Derek said with a breathless voice, like a sick man. "I need...I need some time!"
 
He sunk on the bed, his face hidden between his hands. The stripper moved to his side and, worried, touched his back in a motherly fashion.
 
"What's wrong, babe?" She asked.
 
"It's just that...I don't know if I'm ready yet! I didn't even want to come, it was all Simon's idea! All because he wanted to be cool like Brad!"
 
"So you don't want to become a pred? Derek, dear, it's something a lot of people nowadays have to go through."
 
"I want!" Derek uncovered his face. "But...well, I had planned something completely different, understand?! Something like taking a woman I like out for dinner, maybe introducing her to my parents, and only after that eating her alive! I never thought about losing it in a place with, with...strippers! Oh, sorry Jessica! I didn't mean to offend you...!"
 
"No problem," Jessica's smile took a sad turn. "I didn't want to be a stripper either. I had plans of attending college, of being someone someday. But when I got knocked up, my family threw me away from home, and I got into a lot of debt. I only got this job to pay the money I own."
 
"That's...terrible! Why don't you quit?! You shouldn't get devoured, you should follow your dreams!"
 
"My life changed too much by now. You can't imagine the thrill I get from dancing and taking out my clothes night after night, never knowing when it will be my turn to descend a greasy gullet. I see my colleagues and friends around me being scarfed down like so much meat, and I wonder for how long I'll dodge the figurative bullet. It's terrifying, but it's exciting all the same! With this job I feel really alive!"
 
"But why did you approach me then?" Derek asked, blushing. "If you hadn't, you could have stayed alive for another night!"
 
"I just felt it was the right thing to do. Something inside me told me to become yours, and I must admit, I'd rather have a young, handsome guy claiming me than an old slob who's here without his wife's knowledge," Jessica grabbed the boy's hands. "Listen, Derek: I know this isn't the ideal scenario you dreamed about. I'm justy a dirty, lowly stripper up her knees in debt and with two unborn children. I'm not the girl of your dreams, who'll you be able to take out on dates and introduce to your parents. But I'm still a woman, still a life you're going to absorb. I'll satiate your hunger the same as any other woman, and once you're done with me, I'll become the same steaming pile of shit that the love of your life would have become in my place. So please, accept me, because being eaten is an act of love for strippers just the same as it is to any other woman, and there's nothing worse than being denied the right to become food!"
 
Jessica's passionate words had moved Derek, and he was resolved now.
 
"Fine," He said. "I'll make you mine."
 
Jessica smiled, took out her bra and panties, revealing her dark nipples and slightly hairy vulva. She laid on the bed in a inviting pose, like a huge appetizing feast awaiting to be eaten. Derek couldn't help licking his lips.
 
He took the woman's feet and put it in his mouth. But he couldn't stop there. He pulled her legs down his throat and his maw started expanding. He was really doing it, there was no turning back now. Soon he arrived at the stripper's thick thighs, which were harder to swallow, but with some effort he managed to conquer them. Next came her butt, which was quite large and also proved itself to be quite soft and delicious.
 
Derek was salivating a lot from the woman's taste, but he kept pulling her down. Now he had arrived at her massive, heavily pregnant belly, and his maw had to really expand to receive it. It was a hard job, but eventually he managed to get past that mountain. Feeling really confident in his abilities by now, the teenager kept advancing with greater speed, and soon arrived at Jessica's large motherly breasts, which he devoured eagerly.
 
"You're really doing it, Derek!" Jessica said, blushing heavily. "Just a little bit more and I'll be your food!"
 
Cheered on by the stripper's words, Derek kept swallowing until only her hair remained sticking out of his mouth. This he sucked like spaghetti, and gulped loudly.
 
 
GULP!
 
 
And just like that, his meal was over. Derek fell on the bed, panting loudly and rubbing his enormously distended gut.
 
"Holy shit! I did it! I ate a whole fucking woman! Oh shit, Simon won't believe I managed to scarf down a preggo with twins inside her! He'll be so jealous!" Then, he turned his attention towards the woman inside his belly. "Are you okay in there, Jessica?"
 
But his only answer was a loud, satisfied groan from his stomach. He blushed.
 
"Well, I guess she is fine with it. She did come to me first. But I got to show this belly to Simon while it's still big!" Derek managed to get up from the bed with some difficulty. His full stomach was really weighting him down.
 
Slowly but surely he approached the door and got out of the smaller into the larger room. With his gut almost touching the floor, Derek made his way towards the door of the room where he had seen his friend and the goth stripper disappear into. He opened the door cheerfully, saying:
 
"Dude, you won't believe what IWHAT THE FUCK?!"
 
Sitting at the bed with her squirming gut protruding absurdly was the goth stripper, who looked at Derek with a "dead inside" expression, casually smoking a cigarette.
 
"What's up," She said in her usual deadpan tone.
 
"Hmmm, excuse me but...what the fuck is going on?" The high-schooler asked, still shocked and a bit disgusted.
 
"Oh, you mean, like, this gut? Oh, that guy tried to eat me, but his efforts were so pathetic that I kinda just acted by instinct and ate him instead. Even a 'bottom of the food chain' type bitch like me couldn't say no to such easy protein up for grabs," She suddenly put a hand inside her maw and removed from it a slimy pair of glasses, which she casually threw aside. "Was he a friend of yours?"
 
"Well, he was..." Derek looked down, sad.
 
"My bad," The goth said, clearly not sorry. She puffed her cigarette, not giving a damn about the presence of a friend of the guy she devoured on the room. Derek looked at 'PREYSLUT' still tattooed on her now heavily engorged belly and thought about how ironic it looked now. "If it makes you feel any better, he tasted like shit."
 
"He was so happy about coming here today...we were going to lose our vore virginities together..." Derek was quite devastated by now.
 
"Aren't you guys like, high-schoolers?" The goth stripper pointed her cigarette accusingly at Derek. "You guys shouldn't be here in the first place, so this is all your fault."
 
"Yeah, but you don't need to be such a bitch about it!" The young man's sadness turned into anger. "You ate my fucking friend!"
 
"Calm down, Incredible Hulk. Look, we're both going to be in a pickle if someone finds us out. You'll be kicked out, maybe even forced to spit that slut you ate, and if they found out I ate a client, I'd fucking lose my job. So why don't we make a deal and don't snitch on each other, and just stay here digesting and waiting for the dust to settle?"
 
"Fine," Derek accepted, sitting on the bed by the stripper's side, defeated. "There's nothing else to do anyway."
 
"Smart boy," The goth preggo smiled for the first time, then inhaled deeply the smoke of her cigarette, only to allow it to escape through her mouth afterwards.
 
While waiting for digestion, Derek started to grow bored, so he started talking with the stripper.
 
"Why are you so worried about losing your job? Doesn't it kinda suck? Dancing night after night, just to get eaten by a random somebody?"
 
"Are you kidding? My dream is to to get eaten alive by a some nasty, fat old man. First he would tear off my clothes..." The goth girl's face took a dreamy expression.
 
"You're freaking me out..." Derek said, recoiling a bit from her.
 
"What can I say? I'm a submissive, pregnant piece-of-meat of a gutslut, and if you were older, and wasn't already stuffed with a woman, I'd show you what I mean."
 
Derek gulped, and the stripper grinned, then resumed smoking. Later, he grew bored again and made another question.
 
"Why do you smoke so much? I know you're the self-distructive type, but don't you think that maybe this habit could be bad for whoever eats you as well?"
 
"I like to think of myself not only as a calorie bomb, but as a full dose of venom as well," Was the goth's reply. "I want to become the nastiest, most toxic pile of shit ever."
 
Time kept passing and digestion kept advancing, and soon both their bellies had lost shape. Derek was sad about Simon's demise but was a bit distracted by just how good it felt to turn Jessica into formless mush.
 
"I think I just digested my first love..." The boy thought aloud, but them was surprised by a sudden pocket of gas arising from his stomach. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURP!"
 
His belch sent Jessica's shining navel piercing flying, and he picked it up from the floor and held it like it was some precious jewel.
 
"Good one," The stripper said casually. "If I were you I'd start for the bathroom already, just so you won't have to rush for it later."
 
"Aren't you coming?" Derek asked.
 
"Nah. My metabolism is super slow today. Might drop your friend off on my place, just to piss my landlady off with the clogged toilet."
 
Derek shrugged, and left the room. As soon as he arrived at the bathroom, a loud growl came from his now heavy bowels and he sat down on the toilet.
 
He spent the next fifteen minutes loudly expelling what was left of Jessica, and it wasn't little, considering how shapely and pregnant she was. The toilets at the club were used to receiving such loads though, so it didn't even clog. Derek flushed the huge pile of manure without looking at it, for he wanted to remember Jessica as a kind and sweet stripper who helped him discover himself, and not as a steaming mound of shit and bones.
 
Arriving home, Derek told his parents he had been at a friend's house, but they found the weight he had gained in his belly and behind very suspicious. As for Simon, he never came to school again and his parents filed a missing person's report. Derek stayed true to his promise to the stripper and never told a soul what had happened to his friend.
 
 
...
 
 
"Hey, you're Derek, right?"
 
"Yeah, that's me."
 
Derek had been snoozing at the cafeteria when somebody approached him. It was Brad, with a bunch of his friends.
 
"Me and the boys noticed that you got a little fatter recently," The tall, handsome jock explained. "Not the type of fat you gain from eating some regular sized slut, though. You look like you ate someone with a lot of meat."
 
"Well, I," Derek blushed. It was the first time someone at school addressed his new life as a pred. "I ate a pregnant woman. Pregnant with twins."
 
"Dude, that's fucking awesome!" Brad exclaimed, and some of his jock friends behind him high-fived and repeated 'Awesome!' quite dumbly. Derek blushed more. "We were thinking about inviting you out to Hot Mama's this Saturday night. I'd get you some fake ID, though."
 
Derek thought about it for a moment, then smiled and nodded. There were more high-fives and exclamations of "Awesome!" from the jocks.
 
"Wherever you are, Simon," Derek thought to himself. "I bet you're fricking proud of me, dude!"