In the Pool
 
 
"Hey Mike!" Sammy suddenly entered her boyfriend's room, an excited smile on her face. "Are you ready?"
 
"Hm? Ready for what?" Was the man's puzzled question.
 
"Have you forgotten?" The girl pouted. "You promised you'd take me to the pool today! It's hot and sunny outside, so it's the perfect opportunity!"
 
"Oh, right," Michael laughed awkwardly. "I did promise you that. I'm so sorry babe, it's just that I've been so busy with work that I forgot about it completely!"
 
"No problem, as long as you still take me..."
 
"Of course I will! Go grab your swimsuit and we'll be there in the blink of an eye."
 
Sammy jumped from excitement and her boyfriend's eyes were glued to her bouncing tits. God, she looked great even in that casual black tank-top.
 
"I'll go fetch my stuff!" The beautiful woman announced. "See you in the car!"
 
A few minutes later, Michael was driving his girlfriend to the town's newest public pool. She had been wanting to visit it since it opened up at the beginning of the year, but her boyfriend had always had his hands full of work to do, but now he was finally going there with her.
 
It wasn't a long drive from their place to the pool, and soon they were there. They kissed, promised to see each other in just a moment and went to their respective restrooms to change. Michael was the first to come out, sporting some shorts with tropical flower designs.
 
"I'm ready, Mike!" He heard his girlfriend's voice, and when he turned around to face her, his jaw dropped.
 
Sammy was wearing a Brazilian-style yellow bikini, which showed a lot of her curves. If her pink hair in a pixie haircut made her look tomboyish, her killer bod was extremely feminine, with large breasts, a thin waist, thick thighs and a big ass. Sammy was caucasian but her skin got bronzed very easily if she spent too much time in the sun, and Michael could already imagine the marks her swimsuit would leave in her body once they were done and returning home.
 
"You look amazing!" The man admited, bedazzled.
 
"You don't look half bad either with those abs of yours, sir!" Sammy playfully poked her boyfriend's side with her elbow.
 
"Hehe, thanks," Michael blushed a bit. He wasn't exactly packed, but he had developed defined abs, mostly to impress Sammy. "So anyway, let's go swimming?"
 
"Actually, I was going to ask you to buy me something to drink in that kiosk over there. This sun has made my throat like, super dry."
 
"No problem, what will it be? Coconut water? Soda?"
 
"Just a can of juice will be alright. Soda makes me queasy."
 
"Fine!" Having said that, Michael went straight to the kiosk, where he bought the juice from a sunburned blonde guy in a red shirt wearing shades.
 
As he went back to where Sammy was, mumbling about how expensive the juice had been, he couldn't find her.
 
"Sammy? Sammy!" He called her, quite confused. Had she grown impatient and entered the pool?
 
He decided to go nearer to the pool itself, which was quite large. He looked around but still couldn't quite find his girlfriend.
 
"MIKE! I AM-" Michael thought he heard Sammy's voice coming from somewhere and being suddenly cut off.
 
He looked at the direction the voice had come from but all that he saw was a very black woman with her back turned towards him, sitting in the border of the pool. She had an afro and wore a black one-piece swimsuit. Michael couldn't help but notice that the woman was very tall, and even more noticeably, had the most gigantic pair of ass-cheeks he had ever seen, which made Sammy's large butt look like a completely flat surface in comparison.
 
But was it just his eyesight, or there was something sticking out of the ebony lady's rump? Was it just him or there was a white arm with an outstretched hand between those twin black planets that were her ass? But Michael could only see it for half a second, for the arm or whatever it was was quickly sucked up and disappeared, and the tall woman jumped in the pool and submerged.
 
Michael rubbed his eyes. Had he really seen what he thought he had? What a strange optical illusion! Surely the scorching sun must be affecting his brain somehow. He decided to wait near the pool for his girlfriend to show up. Perhaps she had gone back to the restroom, or was swimming at the extreme opposite of where he was (the pool was so large that people swimming too far away appeared as only small figures barely capitable to the eyes). There was a dark, tall and rather muscular moustached man with a big scar on his chest on the diving-board, and from the way he was bearing himself, rubbing his chest and so on, Michael could clearly see that he was preparing for an impressive dive.
 
Now that was interesting. Somehow Michael got the funny idea that this guy was a professinal diver, perhaps from his confidence and all the build-up towards the fatidic dive. Well, it definetely was worth watching him, so Michael crossed his arms and waited for the man to jump.
 
He finally jumped, diving head-first in the most majestic manner Michael had ever seen. It was really beautiful, in a way only people who have seen equally majestic dives can understand. But there was something really strange. Michael had the impression that towards the end of the dive, when the man with the scar was about to hit the water, there appeared on the surface a human face with a mouth wide-open. From it's location, the man would definetely go head-first down that gaping maw.
 
But there was no face on the water when the man disappeared. Michael rubbed his eyes again and waited for the man to reappear, which he would surely do as gloriously as he vanished down the pool. But Michael never saw the man come to the surface again. That was very strange indeed.
 
"Man, I really need to go see an optometrist," He thought aloud and sighed. "I keep seeing stuff I shouldn't be seeing, but Sammy, who I want to see, I can't find anywhere!"
 
Michael had the briliant idea to circumvent the entire pool, looking carefully at the swimmers in search of his lost girlfriend. There were dozens of them, but Sammy was easily recognizable by her short, pink hair. He started his new mission at once.
 
It was very weird, but he kept having the strangest optical impressions all the time. Once he saw a busty blonde chatting with a friend when quite suddenly she went down the water at an amazing speed, almost as if dragged down by a great force. A very large dark shadow seemed to appear on the pool beneath the blonde woman's friend, who looked down at the water, puzzled. Then Michael blinked and the woman wasn't there anymore.
 
Before Michael had finished circumventing the pool he had seen some other men and women vanish in a similar fashion, and once he had finished his task without finding Sammy, he began to grow worried. Perhaps it wasn't just his eyes. Perhaps there really was something weird going on at the pool.
 
He went back to the kiosk, where the blonde guy with the shades and the red shirt was scrolling his cellphone absent mindedly.
 
"Hey, I think there's something wrong with the drains at the pool," Michael said. "Maybe they're pulling people down. Can't somebody check it out?"
 
But the blonde guy didn't take his eyes out of his phone, much to Michael's annoyance. Michael put his hands on the counter angrily.
 
"Aren't you listening?! Don't you work here?!"
 
The man raised his shaded eyes towards Michael, clearly annoyed, then sighed.
 
"Look, dude," The blonde guy said. "The pool is brand new. It has been checked this morning. I guarantee you that there's absolutely zero chance that there's anything wrong with it. Now, do you want to buy anything or just make senseless reclamations?"
 
Michael looked down, a bit ashamed now that he thought about how ridiculous it would be for a new pool's drains to suck several people downwards when compared to the more probable possibility that he just had seen things.
 
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Was the kiosk's man's answer to Michael's silence. His attention returned to his cellphone and the other man walked away, defeated.
 
What a fool he was, getting so worried over nothing! The heat was definetely frying his brains and tricking his eyes. All that walking in the sun though had made Michael feel hot as hell, so he decided to finally enter in the cool pool. Wherever Sammy was, he was sure that they would meet again soon.
 
Just when Michael was about to descend the pool ladder though, someone ascended from the water with all the glory and violence of a giant sea monster, splashing dropplets all around and frightening the man in such manner that he almost jumped out of his shorts. The titanic figure began to climb the ladder until she got out of the pool, and stood before Michael dripping wet.
 
It was that black woman from before, but now he could see her from the front. Her hair was obviously wet, and it covered her eyes, but Michael could see that her face was both brutish and beautiful, her nose large and her lips meaty and inviting. Her breasts, although not as gigantic as her behind, were Incredibly large, far dwarfing Sammy's own big tits. Her thighs were as thick as tree-trunks and she stood taller than Michael, who was 1.78, being probably 2 meters tall herself.
 
But most absurd of all was the fact that, protruding forward from her middle section with absurd girth was an obscenely bloated belly, the size of a wrecking ball and, somehow, still entirely covered by her stretchy swimsuit. Michael stared at that gut with eyes the size of billiard balls and a jaw that hit the floor.
 
The woman moved her hair away from her eyes, looked at Michael from his head down to his feet with a mix of bored curiosity and supreme disdain, and passed by him swaying her hips with each step. Michael just stood there in front of the ladder dumbfounded. What a woman! He had never seen anything like her in his entire life. But what exactly was going on with that belly of hers? Did she have some disease that made it bloat with liquid? Was she heavily pregnant? If that was the case, how many infants it took to get a belly that size? Twenty? Thirty? It was just absurd.
 
Michael lost interest in getting into the pool completely. Looking at it, there were only a few people inside it anyway. He wondered where all the rest had gone. Then he shrugged and walked towards the kiosk. He really needed a beer.
 
"Give me a cold one, will ya?" Michael said to the blonde man as he sat in one of the circular benches in front of the counter, feeling down in the dumps for some reason. Not finding his girlfriend, seeing all those optical illusions and thinking about that mysterious ebony swimmer had ruined his mood. All he wanted was to find Sammy, go back home and put an end to that day's endless succession of strange incidents. But first he needed his beer.
 
"Sorry," Said the blonde man, not showing any sign of being sorry. "We don't sell beer here. It's a family friendly place, and all that."
 
"A soda will suffice," Michael sighed.
 
The shades-wearing man gave Michael his drink. He lifted the metal strip of the can with his finger and was about to give the soda his first sip when a massive shadow suddenly blocked the sun and covered him. He turned around to see the source of that shadow and there she was, that statuesque woman from before.
 
She didn't even look at Michael's direction, she just sat by his side or, more accurately, allowed herself to fall on two of the benches (the necessary number of benches to hold her massive ass, which still overflowed out of them anyways) causing a loud sound as the poor structures of metal were bent and forced beyond their limits.
 
"Coconut water," She ordered firmly, like a queen giving an order to a subject, her voice both powerful and sensual, like the mix of a tribal chief and an ancient princess.
 
The blonde man who, until now, had showed so much cockiness, recoiled a bit from that massive woman and meekly drove a hole in a coconut for her, and handled it with a straw for the ebony lady.
 
She placed the coconut above her breasts (each one of which was slightly bigger than the fruit, which was already a particularly large specimen of it's kind) and drank from it slowly. Michael sipped timidly from his own soda. He was sweating profusely, but it was not only because of the sun. He felt really tense, drinking in silence side by side with that woman. His legs were trembling slightly. The last time this happened to him was when he confessed to Sammy four years ago.
 
He threw a sideway glance towards the woman, having to resist the urge to straight up stare at her, knowing that this could possibly offend her. His eyes went to her still wet afro, then to her face which had an unreadable expression, then to the coconut supported by her boobs and finally to her massive belly, which was pressed against the balcony.
 
Michael only now noticed how incredibly loud that stuffed gut was. There were all sorts of gastric noises emanating from it, and he even had the impression of hearing what sounded suspiciously like voices crying out, but that definetely was just a result of his own tired brain.
 
The belly even seemed to move a bit, as if it's contents were squirming or struggling. That army of infants surely kicked a lot, Michael thought. Eventually though, the woman finished drinking her coconut water and got up. She turned around and placed the empty shell of the fruit between her behemoth cheeks, and to Michael's amazement, clenched said cheeks and smashed the coconut into tiny bits like it was nothing. Then she casually walked away.
 
Michael stared at her ass as she did so, and saw how it was covered in white pieces of the fruit itself, as well as by what little left of the sweet water she hadn't drank. He bit his lower lip, forgetting for a moment that he was a compromised man. Then he turned back to the blonde guy with the shades.
 
"She walked away without paying," Michael commented, a bit absent mindedly.
 
"Well, as if I was going to charge her, and risk my neck for some stupid coconut!" Was the blonde man's answer, who had breathed a sigh of relief when the Nubian goddess had walked away.
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"What do I mean?! Are you fucking blind?! That girl is trouble! We're both lucky she wasn't feeling peckish, or we'd be goners!" The blonde guy shivered.
 
"I still don't get it."
 
"Stay here and you'll eventually get it, trust me," The kiosk man picked up some of his things and started getting out of his designated post. "As for me, I'm getting the hell away from here before it's too late!"
 
"What a funny guy," Michael thought aloud as he watched the blonde man get away from the public pool area.
 
What Michael did then was complete insanity though. He got up from the bench, spotted the black woman reclined on a white sun lounger, stretching like a huge panther and approached her. Her eyes were closed and she had a tired yet satisfied expression on her face, like one gets after finishing a long day of good, productive work.
 
"You blockin' my shine," The woman said, without opening her eyes.
 
"I-I'm sorry," The man said awkwardly. "My name's Michael."
 
The woman finally opened her eyes, and once again looked at Michael up and down. Her gaze stopped at his defined abs.
 
"Zuri," She said, then added, casually. "Wanna get it on?"
 
"Excuse me, what?"
 
"Fa'k," Zuri explained. "Gettin' it in my coochie."
 
Michael blushed. This woman was so direct it was surreal. For a second he almost considered her offer, then it came back to his mind that he had a girlfriend and he grew ashamed. What had he approached that woman for? She had drawn him with her exotic appearance and with her sense of mystery, but he still had Sammy to think about, and hell, he loved his girl more than anything!
 
"S-Sorry, I have a girlfriend, and she means the world to me," Michael turned around to walk away. "I shouldn't have come here. Please continue enjoying your sun and-"
 
But he felt his arm getting grabbed. He looked back and saw Zuri holding him tightly.
 
"Hold up, playa. If ya doesn't fuck, there's only one other use for ya."
 
"What do you mean? Let me go, please," Michael tried to free himself but Zuri's grip was surprisingly strong. She was able to effortlessly drag him closer without even getting up from the lounger.
 
The black woman simply smiled maliciously and kept dragging him closer to her face. Then she opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Michael's entire head was engulfed and those jaws adjusted like a snake's to scarf down his shoulders then his arms then the first half of his torso. Zuri pushed the man down her throat like it was the easiest thing in the world, and soon his entire torso and waist had disappeared, leaving only his legs sticking out. These the woman sucked in without any difficulty, as if she was dealing simply with an oversized noodle.
 
She reclined back on the lounger and let out a long sigh, rubbing her now even more distended belly.
 
"Ya hit the spot, cracker boy. Chances are you'll find your girl down there, if ya're lucky. Or not."
 
Michael had been dropped off into the top a pile of other squirming bodies, in that tight, slimy and hot prison that was Zuri's stomach. Men and women beneath him cried out in despair and screamed words that ranged from pityful to unintelligible, but the worst sounds were the wails of pain and anguish of those who were at the bottom of the stomach, buried beneath the entire pile.
 
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Michael repeated dumbly as soon as his brain processed what had happened to him. "This can't be happening, this has to be a nightmare..."
 
"Mike..." A weak, barely audible voice called him. He recognized it.
 
"Sammy! Sammy! Please Lord, don't tell me she's here too...!" He cried out.
 
But once again came that weak voice:
 
"Mike...dear..." It really was her voice.
 
"Oh, Sammy!" Michael's heart ached. "Please tell me it isn't true!"
 
"Mike... I'm melting... can't feel anything..." His girlfriend said pathetically. "Acid all around me...people all over me...pushing me down, closer to the acid...first one to get caught..." Sammy kept talking, making less and less sense each time she did so.
 
"Don't worry babe, we'll be alright! I'll find a way to get us out of here, you'll see it!" Michael reassured his girlfriend, but outside there echoed a hearty, long, deep belch which made the entire stomach shake and was followed by a laugh. "You fucking monster! Let us out!"
 
Michael furiously punched the stomach walls, but Zuri barely felt the hit. Instead, he could hear the black woman yawning outside. To his terror, it sounded like she was about to doze off. How somebody could sleep while so many people fought and twisted inside of her stomach was beyond Michael's ability to explain.
 
"Mike..." Sammy's voice came again, even weaker this time. Her boyfriend barely couldn't hear it with all the other cries inside that gastric hell.
 
"Sammy!" Michael reached his hand down the pile, trying to find his girlfriend's, but there were too many people between them. "Hang in there!"
 
"I...can't," Was her answer. "I'm so sorry...if I didn't insist on us coming here today..."
 
"Forget about it! It doesn't matter!" Michael's nostrils were burning from the stench inside his fleshy prison. "Everything will be alright, you'll see...!"
 
But Michael didn't believe his own words. Eventually, Sammy and all the others at the bottom of the stomach went silent, and then, the pile of bodies began to sink. It was the turn for a new set of people to cry out from the contact with the acids, the only diference being that this time around they had the mushy company of what remained of those that came before them. Michael also noticed that as time passed not only did the pile sink, but the level of the gastric juices rose as well.
 
Not only that, but the belly also grew tighter, constricting it's tenants like a huge serpent made of iron. Someone had started to laugh inside the gut, and it was driving Michael crazy. He wanted to laugh alongside the deranged person, but he also wanted to cry and to roll around and to fight and to shout.
 
When Zuri woke up from her nap, a lot of time had passed since the last delicious walking piece of meat had descended her gullet. Her belly was still absurdly massive, but considerably smaller than before. Also, on the bottom of her belly there were the clear imprints of several bones, including some skulls. She gave her belly a powerful slap and it's living contents squirmed more in response. Zuri chuckled.
 
The black woman got up from the lounger without any difficulty, for she was used with carrying around such a heavy load around, and was stronger than she looked. She slowly walked towards a shower at the extreme corner of the pool area and turned it on. The water began to fall on her but due to her hair and height it took some time for it to reach the rest of her body, but when it did, Zuri sighed with satisfaction. She almost purred.
 
Zuri raised her arms and let the water fall, allowing herself to be cleansed of the products used in the pool. It felt really good to clean oneself, and the cold water hitting her skin made a nice contrast to how hot she felt before when she was sunning herself on the lounger. Inside her, the prey had mostly gone silent, either by choice or by some greater force, although the occasional groan was still heard. Michael was partially submerged in acid himself now, and was starting to understand what Sammy meant when she said that she couldn't feel anything. Perhaps by this point it was a blessing, for the things he had felt inside that stomach were things he didn't care to ever feel again.
 
Outside, Zuri's cheeks suddenly puffed.
 
"Somethin' comin' up. BOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOoOOoooOOOoOoOOOOOOoooOUUUUURP!" Zuri released an explosive belch, which sent flying to the floor a menagerie of acid-eaten articles of clothing proper to swimming, both belonging to men and women, and as an item of interest of the later, a ruined Brazilian-style yellow bikini, so damaged you could barely tell what it's original shape was.
 
Zuri kept enjoying her shower, but eventually was satisfied with it and turned the water off. Then she went back to the lounger and picked up a towel from a bag she had left beside it and started drying herself with it, giving special attention to her volumous hair and even more volumous belly. Speaking of said part of her body, it had now started to make some seriously angry sounds. It then began to tighten so much around it's contents, the stomach walls pressing so hard, that soon the woman could hear the sound of bones being mercilessly crushed coming from inside her.
 
She smiled and bit her thick lower lip. That was one the best parts, when everything inside of her was broken down for good before the churning process started to work at full blast. The heat inside her when that moment came was something out of this world, like an organic furnace. Michael could barely breath or feel anything at all by now, and was drifting away into unconsciousness. The relentless pressing of the iron stomach walls helped quicken the process, and soon all the meat inside Zuri was a homogeneous mass being churned loudly. Her belly had become a perfectly round sphere without any imprints or bulges.
 
The stomach was then bloated only with paste, bits of bones floating inside that boiling, bubbling meat-soup, which started being eagerly sucked up by the black woman's bowels, which were ready to absorb everything worthy from that rich paste and convert it into the ultimate vile product of the entire digestive process. In a few more minutes Zuri was walking towards the restroom, her belly groaning loudly and painfully.
 
 
...
 
 
Phoebe got out of the pool and rushed towards the restroom. She really needed to use the toilet.
 
She had come to the public pool with her sister and a friend, but had missed both of them. Although she wondered where they had gone to, at the moment she was more worried about relieving herself.
 
When she arrived at the restroom, one of the stall doors suddenly opened, and outside of it stepped a massive black woman in a one-piece swimsuit and with an impressive afro waving away the foul effluvium with her hand.
 
"Ain’t no way I’d go there if I was you. That joint is messed up," The tall black woman said, and a terrified Phoebe could see from the corner of the stall the toilet, a mound of manure so massive it basically had Phoebe's height filling the poor bowl beyond it's uttermost limits.
 
Was it just her impression, or could Phoebe see bits and pieces of broken bones, and even a few skulls in that pile? But the ebony lady quickly closed the door behind her, and Phoebe couldn't be sure that she really had seen what she thought she saw. Her attention now was drawn to the fact that the other woman was eyeing her up and down.
 
"Too skinny," The black woman shrugged and walked out of the bathroom, her hips swaying with each step, her even fatter booty jiggling and her belly completely flat.