In the Park
 
 
Marjorie stared at the half-finished painting and sighed. She threw the canvas in the trash can.
 
The young artist looked around her studio. It felt desolate, massive and yet narrow, suffocating her like a prison. She was tired of it, tired of everything. She needed some change.
 
Marjorie was a beautiful and talented 25 years old woman, with enormous breasts and her brown hair made in two long braids. She was an artist by trade, a painter to be more precise. She had started her career doing landscapes but had grown interested in painting people. For a long time her only model had been her girlfriend Agatha, but since the two broke up, Marjorie had had a hard time finding a substitute. All the women who tried modeling for her paintings and drawings, no matter how beautiful, failed to satisfy the artist. She always remembered how Agatha used to pose better, and it just completely ruined the mood.
 
The painting she had just thrown away was a painting of her ex-girlfriend she had started before they broke up, but couldn't finish before the relationship went sour. It looked promising, and would perhaps be her best work yet, but it would never be completed. What a shame.
 
But Marjorie knew what to do. She'd get away from her studio and go to somewhere fresh and beautiful where she could relax and clean her mind from all that fog and all those bad thoughts. She picked up her sketch-book, put on her colored-lens glasses and made her way to the city's park.
 
Arriving there she took a deep breath of that pure air and looked around. There were families with their kids, people throwing frisbees to their dogs and a few couples enjoying each other's company. The sight of this last group made Marjorie's heart grow heavy, but she tried to concentrate on other things.
 
It was a very large park, with green
everywhere you looked. Marjorie liked being in contact with nature and that was the best place for that. She sat on a bench and picked her sketch-book, to draw the trees.
 
She had finished a few sketches and was in the middle of drawing a bird's nest when she noticed something strange a few meters beyond her. There appeared to be two people on the grass, a man with his back against a tree trunk and a woman over the man's legs. The woman's large afro covered what she was doing but her face was clearly on the man's crotch.
 
Marjorie blushed. She didn't know people came to the park to do, well, this sort of thing! She looked away, to give the couple some privacy, but then, an idea appeared on her mind. She took her sketch-book and started to draw the scene. She had painted several naked women in her career, but it was her first time representing a real lewd act, and a public one on top of that! All that artistic block from the last months after the breakup vanished, and Marjorie burned with inspiration.
 
She started drawing, occasionaly stomping to look around to see if anyone was coming near. It would be awfully awkward if someone saw what she was doing. She was drawing pretty fast, but after not taking her eyes out of her sketch-book for some time, when she looked again at the subject she was drawing she noticed that the woman with the afro had gotten up and was walking away with her back turned towards Marjorie. There was no sign of the man.
 
Marjorie had practically finished her sketch anyway, but she still felt drawn towards the woman. Perhaps she could ask her and her boyfriend to model for her? Marjorie got up from the bench and went into the direction the woman had gone, expecting to find and talk to her.
 
She found the woman with the afro being barked at by an angry dog with a leash but no owner in sight. Marjorie took this opportunity to take a better look at her. She was an statuesque black woman, perhaps more than two meters tall. Her hips were wide and her legs were thick and strong, but her most noticeable characteristic was her gigantic dump-truck ass, covered partially by shorts too small to cover the entirety of her cheeks.
 
"Yo, step off, ya mutt!" The woman with the afro yelled at the dog, her powerful voice making the animal cower and run away in fear. "Hmpf, you gone need all the luck lookin' for a new owner."
 
"Hmm, excuse me," Marjorie stepped forward timidly, causing the black woman to turn in her direction. Only now Marjorie could notice that the woman had an absurdly bloated belly protruding forward and moving a little as if it's contents were fighting for freedom.
 
"Whatchu want?" The statuesque woman asked impatiently.
 
"My name's Marjorie, I'm a painter. I'm sorry to approach you in such a manner, but I couldn't help but notice that you are a very attractive woman. Have you ever thought about modeling?"
 
"Nah, not really," The black woman answered, thoughtful. "What's in it for me, though?"
 
"Well, I could pay you, specially if you get your boyfriend to model as well. I'd like to paint you alone but also alongside him," But Marjorie saw that the other woman got confused at the mention of her boyfriend, so she explained. "Wasn't that man you were here with your boyfriend?"
 
"I ain't into all that dating drama. Plus, I already done ate that loser up." The large woman explained, somewhat proudly. "I got bored while givin' him head, so I ain't had nothin' else to do."
 
It was Marjorie's turn to be confused. What the hell did this woman mean when she talked about eating up the man she had been having oral sex with?
 
"I think I don't understand what you mean, but will you model for me?" Marjorie insisted, hopeful.
 
"I ain't interested, but I’m still a lil' hungry, and you lookin' tasty over there with them fat tits," The black woman licked her lips eyeing Marjorie's breasts and started to confidently approach the artist. "I go by Zuri, but it ain't gon' mean nothin' to you when I’m done."
 
Marjorie walked back in terror. Zuri's talk was confusing but menacing, and the artist wanted to be done with this attractive stranger for good.
 
"My appologies, I understand if you're not interested in my proposal. I won't waste your time anymore," Marjorie felt her back hit a tree. Zuri approached her and placed a hand above Marjorie's head, eyeing her hungrily. "If you don't mind though, I'd like to get back to my studio now..."
 
"You ain't goin' nowhere, cutie. 'Cept in my belly, that is." Zuri pressed her bloated stomach agaist Marjorie's body, crushing her between it and the tree trunk.
 
Zuri grabbed Marjorie by the armpits and raised her easily, as if she was just a human-sized doll. The black woman removed her prey's sandals with her mouth before spitting them away, then placed the artist's dainty feet inside her maw. Marjorie trembled as she felt the wetness of Zuri's tongue on her feet and tried to free herself from her grasp, but it was to no avail. The ebony beauty had started to send her victim's legs down her throat, and clearly didn't plan to let her out until she was fully devoured.
 
"P-Please, let me out!" Marjorie screamed. "I don't know what you are and how you can do this, but I don't want to be eaten!"
 
But Zuri paid her no attention, and kept swallowing until she had reached Marjorie's torso. The black woman eventually arrived at the artist's large breasts though, which she gleefully tasted, moaning as she covered them in saliva. But they had to be sent down eventually, and soon enough only Marjorie's head was sticking out of Zuri's mouth.
 
"Oh dear Lord, this can't be happening! It just can't be! Spit me out, I implo-" But Marjorie was cut off when her head was swallowed. Zuri sucked the woman's two long braids in like spaghetti strands and gulped loudly.
 
 
GULP!
 
 
Marjorie descended a tight and long esophagus and was dropped unceremoniously inside the awaiting stomach, which expanded upon receiving her. But she wasn't alone there, for there were an unconscious man and another woman on her thirties in the gastric chamber.
 
"Oh no, she got another one..." The woman in her thirties lamented.
 
"I can't believe she ate me! Is she going to let us out?!" Marjorie asked, still hopeful.
 
"I don't think so," The other woman shook her head with sadness. "She just attacked me from behind while I was playing with my dog, grabbing me and saying I looked too tasty for my own good. Now I'm here."
 
"She's a monster! She can't just do this to people!" The artist was starting to grow desperate.
 
"She doesn't look like the type who'll lose any sleep doing this to us. Some people only care about their own needs, and don't mind sacrificing innocent people for their own ends. At least he's lucky," The woman pointed to the unconscious man. "He has passed out from exhaustion and won't feel a thing when digestion comes. We won't be so fortunate."
 
Marjorie shivered. She was going to be digested alive?! And by a random hot woman she met on the park on top of that! It was so surreal, yet it was happening. She had escaped her suffocating studio in search of inner peace only to find herself suffocating for real in a much tighter prison!
 
"Don't worry," The woman in her thirties said. "Since there's no escape, there's no use suffering about it. Let's talk to distract ourselves, okay?"
 
"Okay...what is your name?"
 
"Anne, and what's yours?"
 
"I'm Marjorie."
 
"It's a pleasure to meet you Marjorie, although I wish we had done so in a different manner.
 
The two women went on talking as the gastric juices went on rising. Soon the man who had passed out from having his tool sucked sank on the acids, never to arise again, but still the women went on talking. When Anne's clothes were eaten away by the acid, Marjorie saw how beautiful the body of the other woman was and started to sketch it. Anne turned out to be a great model, specially considering the situation she was in, and it was delight to draw her.
 
Soon though, their very bodies started being digested. Marjorie's last feelings as the acid filled the gastric room up to her chin though were of satisfaction that she had at last found a model to substitute Agatha, even if it took being eaten alive to do so. The artist and her new friend were completely covered by acid and stopped moving.
 
Outside, Zuri was taking deep breaths and wiping the sweat from her forehead after discovering how hard it was to chase a teenager girl full of energy and youth while carrying three adults in one's belly. Her quarry had gotten away but Zuri didn't mind that much. No one would believe her if she told that a two meter tall woman with an afro and an obscenely engorged belly had tried to eat her, plus catching three people in less than an hour wasn't all that bad.
 
Zuri suddenly belched loudly, which sent a slimy object flying from her mouth. She picked it up from the floor, discovering that it was Marjorie's sketch-book, soaked in acid and heavily damaged. Zuri looked at the newest drawings and saw that they represented herself giving a man a blowjob, one of the women she ate and the very fleshy walls of her stomach. She didn't care much about art though.
 
"What a whole lotta garbage," Zuri said, throwing the sketch-book aside.
 
 
...
 
 
Zuri went to the most isolated part of the park, pulled her miniscule shorts down and squatted. Digestion had gone swiftly, and the people inside her stomach had been turned into mush in record time. That meaty soup had been forced inside her bowels and it's nutrients had been absorbed. Now it was time to part ways with what remained of her meal.
 
With just a little effort, a thick log started being released from between Zuri's imense dark ass-cheeks. The shit fell on the grass and kept coiling there as more and more logs were released. The last thing to come out from the black woman's anus was a damaged human skull, which fell on top of the huge steaming pile, crowning it.
 
Looking at three people worth of shit forming a mound on the grass, Zuri crossed her arms over her plentiful chest. It had been a good appetizer, but it could barely satiate her hunger.
 
"Shoot, I still want a whole lot more meat..."
 
Her stomach growled loudly. The hunt had to continue.