Angry binging was what I needed, after getting yelled at by three different people for three completely different things, I was done. My tummy rumbled furiously. I half glanced at it thinking I should just swallow up everything in sight. Nothing like a good stuffed up belly to make me feel better. I glared at my cellphone ringing obnoxiously across the room. I Barked out an undeserved and hostile �what!�, only to regret it as soon as it left my lips, Amanda inquired on what could possibly make me that angry, and insisted that she come over and make me some extra chocolaty brownies. A slow smile slid across my face as I thought about eating her up, how perfect to swallow her helping hands gulp by gulp. I told her yeah, come by and make me some incredibly chocolaty desert, I needed it, I needed it bad and only she could make those delicious treats.
 
Half an hour later she stood on my doorsteps, ringing the doorbell as if the poor thing mortally offended her. What an annoying friend. She'll do just fine though. She marched in, glomping me on the way to the kitchen, she brought all the needed ingredients with her, in case I didn't have something crucial. Faster than I could even remember what made me so mad to explain, she was already whipping up three kinds of chocolate, and rambling on and on about how her brownies topped with a cream cheese and almonds frosting always made anybody feel better. It really did look atrociously delicious, but not nearly as much as her plump, savory body.
 
She placed the batter inside the preheated oven, set the timer, grinned at me, completely forgetting what she had come for in the first place. After whipping the cream cheese and the unbelievable amounts of sugar and god knows what else, she picks up the bowl with leftover brownie batter, slurping up her chocolaty, chubby fingers. She glanced at me, laughing a little, scrapped up more batter with her other hand, saying �here, try some of this sinfully delicious thing,� and stuck her deliciously tender fingers between my lips. With my preying eyes glued to hers, I licked her fingers slowly and amorously, �wow, it's delicious, I can't wait,� I told her. �Can I have some more,� I asked, she flashed me another silly grin, and scooped up the remainder of the heavenly brownie batter.
 
This time I took her hand, raising it to my hungry expectant lips. My tongue excitedly ran over the tips of her index, and middle finger, taking in all the chocolate. �Mmm�. She stares at me with wide eyes and half open lips, stuffing the rest of her fingers into my mouth, the idea that she might be lesbian dawns on me, but it doesn't matter anyways, my tummy won't care. I take her hand up to join the other one, and she takes the lead, sliding both her hands into my mouth, her eyes widened as she realized my mouth was bigger than it should be. If my lips could've smiled I would have, instead I swallow, both her hands disappearing down my throat. She let out a moan, commenting on the slick warmth. Her strange willingness takes me by surprise, my tummy rumbled loudly, knowing what was coming.
 
She moved her fingers gingerly, smiling at me, �what does that feel like?� she asks. My jaw audibly popped out of its socket as she pushed her arms in further, by then she was halfway down up her forearms. �are you going to swallow me whole?� I nodded staring at her excited eyes. I knelt down to the floor, so she could push herself in easier. My hands subconsciously groped my throat, which by then showed the outline of her moving fingers. She smiled down at me, pushing down till my lips were above her elbows. I swallowed hard, making her giggle to the strange feeling of being pulled down by my muscles.
Her face was getting close to mine, �I've always wondered what this would be like.� she whispered as she put her head down and lowered herself further, she moaned one last time as she pushed down to her shoulders, this time I moaned as she crawled her way down my throat, I could feel her elbows pushing my belly out, she shifted her arms to adjust more room for her on coming body. I could feel her abs flexing to her giggling fits as she got further and further in.
 
My stomach stretched painfully, but I couldn't care less, the skin on my belly getting as tight as a balloon, there was a lot more to go, and I knew my tummy could take it. There were red spots where her elbows pushed out, I could almost tell where her face was when I ran my fingers over my bloated tummy. Meanwhile my lips were already almost down past her butt, she still managed to push with her legs and crawl into me, I swallowed hard, and her thighs almost disappeared into my mouth. I heard a muffled voice, couldn't really tell what she said, but she sounded pleased with herself. I kept on swallowing, even as I felt my belly skin burn irritatedly, protesting against so much stretching. I wanted more.
 
I got past her knees, grabbed her ankles and pulled her. In went her calves, then her ankles, only her feet stuck out of my mouth, one last gulp, and my lips closed around her. I moved my head from side to side slowly to let her feet descend into my stomach. Looking down at my misshaped belly, I felt satisfied, groping my tender skin gingerly, moaning as I rubbed every bump she made with her elbows, head, knees, she was still alive, I could see her moving slowly, undulating my skin from underneath, she pressed her palm against the walls of my belly, I pressed her hand down, fondled with her knees and elbows. She started to struggle, I guessed my stomach acids were finally getting to her, I could hear her voice, maybe she was asking to get out... I waited delightedly, and after a few minutes of watching my tummy wriggle in horror, she finally slowed down. She got what she wanted. My tummy wrapped all around her. The edges where my tummy began, like right under my ribcage,and right above my hips, where my skin took a drastic rise and bulged out.
The oven beeped at me, letting me know the brownies were done. I waddled slowly towards the oven and turned it off. Half an hour later I lay on the kitchen floor, with chocolate all over my fingers, and covering half my face. What a delicious meal.