Swallowbrook University, a prestigious women's university on the east coast, was
 
something of a subtle trap. Renowned for its sports teams and school spirit, Swallowbrook was
 
also an excellent source of valuable business and political connections. But even though it
 
attracted many of the daughters of the upper class, Swallowbrook U. never had any shortage of
 
scholarships to send out. Academic, athletic, musical, need-based, contest-based... all the
 
usual and then some. Most girls handed such an opportunity jumped at the chance. All too few
 
noticed the statistics about the school's unusually high 'expulsion' rate.
 
  What many women didn't find out until orientation was that the campus at Swallowbrook
 
was considered 'open season' at all times, which is to say that outside of classes, there
 
were no rules against devouring other students. Of course, all around the world, women gulped
 
one another down every day, but at most businesses and institutions, it was at least against
 
the rules. On the first day of any given school year, as the freshmen had the rules explained
 
to them, there was always a divide between those who looked worried, and the girls sporting
 
hungry grins.
 
  Inevitably, the first few days were the most dangerous, and many new students never
 
even got past the phase of meeting their roommates. But the girls who got too aggressive in
 
the early days ended up being seen as competition by the other predators, and sometimes got
 
themselves ganged up on. The popular girls, many of them wealthy and some arriving at
 
Swallowbrook in cliques already formed in high school, were the safest and most successful.
 
Not only could they count on one another for support and cow the lesser predators into line,
 
but the administration was shamelessly biased in their favor (many of them came from wealthy
 
families who donated to Swallowbrook, after all), protecting them and intimidating other
 
predators into leaving them alone.
 
  Aside from the cliques of popular girls at the top and the rapidly-thinning ranks of
 
the wannabe predators, there were the average young women who just tried to keep their heads
 
down and get through the year alive, often forming small, close-knit circles of friends that
 
could be trusted to watch one an other's backs instead of adding to each-other's backs-sides.
 
Against the other average girls and inexperienced predators, they were reasonably safe as
 
long as they stuck together. As for the cliques of glamorous girls who prowled the university
 
grounds like they owned the place? The average student's best chance of survival was to avoid
 
them if possible, and hope they filled up on someone else.
 
  Sticking close to one another and fervently glancing from side to side as they
 
shuffled down the crowded hallway were just two such girls, Amanda and Lin. They'd met at
 
orientation and been fast friends since; even if it weren't a necessity for survival, they
 
related well to each-other. Walking slightly ahead of her friend, Lin was a lithe and athletic
 
Chinese-American girl who had come to Swallowbrook on a track-and-field scholarship. As it
 
turned out, sprinting was an important survival skill for many students at a school like
 
this. Lin leaned back and gave Amanda a warm smile. "C'mon, you're worrying too much Amanda!
 
She probably wasn't even looking at you. And if that stuck-up bitch did come after us, so
 
what? It's not like others haven't tried before."
 
  As much as Lin helped ensure her safety, it was her upbeat attitude that Amanda
 
appreciated the most. She was a shy, somewhat anxious girl, and tried to avoid eye contact
 
with anyone but Lin. A young woman with short brown hair and a cute but forgettable heart-
 
shaped face, compared to her petite friend, Amanda had a slightly fuller figure, particularly
 
around her hips and thighs, tapering to a slender waist and leading up to a pair of firm but
 
unexceptional B-cups. Both freshmen wore the typical blue-black-and-white school uniforms.
 
Technically, the uniforms weren't mandatory, but not wearing them was bound to get you
 
singled out by the upper-classmen for 'not showing school spirit', usually to disastrous
 
effect.
 
  Mixed in with the crowd making their way to lecture halls were the occasional upper-
 
classmen, easily identifiable because virtually all of them were sporting some very noticeable
 
curves. It was no secret how they'd gotten that way, and Amanda had learned that if you
 
didn't want to end up adding to those curves, you had better keep your eyes off of them. And
 
yet, that was sometimes easier said than done. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but let
 
her eyes wander onto their ample bodies occasionally, and not without a touch of envy. "I
 
hope you're right, Lin." Amanda murmured after a long pause.
 
  All of a sudden, they heard the sharp click-clack of two rapidly approaching sets of
 
high heels from behind them, accompanied by the dreadfully familiar and foreboding sound of a
 
muffled woman's voice crying out for help, followed shortly by a deep, bass gurgle. All of
 
the girls making their way to class did their best to pretend not to hear the urgent cries
 
emanating from the bloated, wriggling midsection of the statuesque woman confidently
 
making her way through the hallway.
 
  The crowd parted around Mary Prichard, a well-connected sophomore who happened to be
 
taking lower-level classes. With long, voluminous brown hair and a permanent amused sneer
 
affixed to her face, Mary had a figure to die for - and indeed, many girls had. Sometimes, it
 
seemed like Mary's vicious tummy had a new guest every day. Amanda and Lin had already lost
 
several acquaintances to the hunger of Mary and the other popular 2nd-years. It was sad, but
 
it was a girl-eat-girl world out there, especially here at Swallowbrook. As desperate
 
handprints appeared on the surface of Mary's stretched uniform, she let out a small burp. All
 
the other students in the hallway tried to ignore the girl being noisily digested alive in
 
another woman's belly a few feet away.
 
  As she smirked at the crowd, Mary proudly stroked her protruding belly with one hand
 
as it jostled from side to side. Inside was a cute, freckled red-headed girl whose name she
 
hadn't bothered to learn before gulping her down. In Mary's mind, it was fitting punishment
 
for interrupting the conversation she'd been having with a friend just so this stupid bimbo
 
could ask directions. Naturally, Mary had offered to show her where the nearest bathroom was.
 
  "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mary clicked her tongue disapprovingly as a frightened face strained
 
against the surface of her belly. The arrogant bitch put her hand up to her mouth to muffle a
 
small belch. "I don't know what you hope to accomplish, squirming like that." she said
 
coolly. "If you were too weak to resist being swallowed, what makes you think you have a
 
chance once you've landed in my stomach? In any case, you were nothing but food, there was
 
only one way you'd ever be leaving this school. You should be glad that I ate you rather than
 
a less experienced predator. I promise to digest you nice and quick." Mary said callously.
 
  Lin couldn't help but glare as the always well-fed and well-connected Mary walked
 
past, flaunting her latest meal. "Ugh, she's so disgusting." Lin muttered quietly, leaning
 
over to Amanda. "I can't wait until we're done with this class and we never have to see that
 
cow again."
 
  "Lin!" Amanda's cute face creased with worry, her eyes wide, as she hissed a warning
 
at her friend. "Don't say things like that, she'll hear us!" Lin wrinkled her nose. "So what
 
if she does? Don't be afraid of her, Amanda! She's just an insecure bully who targets girls
 
with no friends. We have each-other." Lin gave her friend a hopeful smile and squeezed her
 
hand... but even as she did so, she felt a strong hand grab her from behind by the shoulder.
 
  "Why hello there..." Mary purred, her icy blue eyes arresting Lin's gaze. Lin
 
intended to hurl an insult in her, but staring at the ruthless social predator, her retort
 
caught in her throat and became a whimpered "Let go!". Mary licked her lips as Amanda
 
watched, eyes wide in shock. "Lin, was it?" Mary asked, sliding her hand down and brushing
 
her fingers against Lin's side. "I've noticed you before... last week, when that blonde came
 
after you in the hallway and you turned the tables on her. If you don't mind my saying, those
 
were some impressive moves."
 
  Lin, who had been doing her best to suppress her fright, raised an eyebrow, betraying
 
her sudden confusion. What was this bitch playing at by complimenting her, she wondered?
 
Probably trying to get her to let her guard down. "Do you have some kind of point, Mary? If
 
so, get to it before you make us all late." As Lin heard the faint squeals of Mary's latest
 
meal futilely trying to escape, she couldn't help but wince.
 
  The arrogant, well-fed brunette didn't seem rattled. Idly reaching down to massage
 
the wiggling tight-stretched belly hanging down and resting against her thighs, Mary laughed
 
haughtily. "Hm hm hm hm! Well, better to get to class a few minutes late than to end up as
 
'late' as the tasty little tart in my belly because you were in too much of a rush to be
 
polite." Mary gave a small, meaningful burp. Amanda, in spite of her fear, couldn't help but
 
watch the arrogant bitch with fascination, how casual she was about the fact that another
 
girl was being digested alive inside of her.
 
  Again groping unsuccessfully for a comeback, Lin simply gulped, but still she looked
 
Mary defiantly in the eye. Mary's voice suddenly grew a bit softer, and she smiled again.
 
"But I've already done my part this morning when it comes to teaching manners to the freshman
 
class. In fact... I was going to ask you if you were interested in tagging along with me
 
after class is over. Not ~that~ way, not that I'd mind it," Mary said, feeling the fading
 
struggles of her belly with one hand, "but as a friend. I think you have potential as a
 
predator... and I don't say that lightly."
 
  Giving Amanda a disapproving sidelong glance, Mary continued her pitch to Lin. "Mmm,
 
wouldn't you like to fill out that uniform of yours as well as I do mine? If you turn out to
 
be up to my standards, you'll have no problem doing just that. Best ditch your geeky friend,
 
there." Mary indicated Amanda with a toss of her head. "I'd offer to do it myself, but this
 
redhead was such a fighter, I don't want to give myself indigestion. Better yet, go ahead and
 
add her to your curves now. She doesn't look like she'd put up much of a fight."
 
  Amanda was stunned, a lump forming in her throat. In a way, this was worse than if
 
Mary had just tried to devour her and Lin. For her part, Lin blinked and rocked back on her
 
feet, taken aback by the suddenness of the offer. Truth be told, she was tempted, as much as
 
she'd trashed Mary behind her back in the past. She HAD really enjoyed the one chance she'd
 
gotten to make a meal of another girl. But looking at Amanda's sad, glistening eyes, Lin just
 
couldn't bring herself to throw in with Mary. Lin wrinkled her nose again and snorted
 
derisively. "Ha! In your dreams, bitch. I'd sooner die than waste my life hanging out with a
 
sociopath like you. I think you're just jealous because you don't HAVE any real friends. So
 
just piss off. And if you ever threaten Amanda again, you'll get a first-hand demonstration
 
of just how much 'potential' I have!"
 
  Her friend standing there in shock, her jaw literally hanging open, Lin grabbed
 
Amanda by the hand again and pulled her into class, leaving Mary there, furious and
 
dumbstruck. Mary clenched her jaw angrily, staring daggers at Lin's back. Unconsciously, Mary
 
intensified her digestion, and the already-ravaged girl inside her only had time for one last
 
anguished cry before she was overcome by a wave of acids rapidly eroding her apart. Paying
 
her meal no attention, Mary silently swore that spiteful little slut was going to pay, and
 
her friend too.
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  During the chemistry lecture, Amanda couldn't help but continuously shift and fidget
 
in her seat. She was proud of Lin, and a little envious even, for standing up to Mary
 
Prichard... but she couldn't help but worry. What if she came back, with friends no less?
 
Fortunately, they only had this one bi-weekly class with Mary... if they could just avoid her
 
long enough, maybe she'd get distracted or, better yet, eaten by one of her other rivals.
 
When she looked, Amanda noticed that Lin looked a little nervous too. Over the next few
 
hours, Amanda tried to pay attention to the lecture, but her anxious eyes kept wandering over
 
to Mary sitting on the other side of the classroom. Mary never looked back, but Amanda could
 
clearly see the popular bitch's belly rounding out and shrinking. By the time it ended, there
 
was only a firm, round sphere protruding from Amanda's abdomen, less than half the size it
 
had been.
 
  Tugging at Lin's sleeve, Amanda whispered to her friend. "We should wait to leave
 
until after -she- does. She'll probably need to, um, go to the bathroom... that should give
 
us ample time to get back to our rooms." Lin grinned. "Ha! Use the pig's own gluttony against
 
her! Good idea, Amanda!" Although Mary sat and glared at the two for a couple of minutes
 
after the class ended, soon enough, Mary felt a building pressure inside of her and a sense
 
of rising biological urgency.
 
  Frowning at the two but saying nothing, Mary picked up her bag and strode out of the
 
classroom, the clicking of her high heels receding as she left. Giving her a few minutes to
 
be sure, the two finally stood and left the classroom, staying close as they made a beeline
 
back to their dorm building. As confident as she'd been before, Lin didn't really want to
 
confront Mary either. As the two passed the restrooms, they could distinctly hear a muffled
 
grunt that they recognized as belonging to Mary. Amanda blushed and Lin made a disgusted
 
face, but they pressed on. As they exited the building and emerged onto the open grounds of
 
the campus, they felt confident they would make it back and Amanda ventured a cautious grin.
 
  Just as Amanda was about to say something hopeful, she saw Lin's expression suddenly
 
grow dire. Looked behind her, Amanda noticed that they were being followed. Two girls were
 
intently following Amanda and Lin, keeping pace with them even when they sped up. "Damn!" Lin
 
muttered. "I thought that I saw Mary texting someone! These must be Mary's friends." she
 
sniffed indignantly. "I know that one in the tank-top, that's Maxine. That's her track outfit
 
she's wearing. She's a total bitch and a brown-noser, wouldn't surprise me if she's working
 
for Mary. Even if she isn't, this probably means trouble."
 
  Coming up behind them were a pair of confident-looking freshmen. Maxine, in
 
particular, had the slender and muscular yet well-defined body of an amazon. Walking at her
 
side was Leslie, a red-haired, almond-eyed girl who wore a slinky blue china dress that clung
 
tightly to her slender body. Leslie was a bit of an amateur herself, but Maxine had decided
 
to give her a chance. And if she didn't prove useful as an ally, she could always be dessert.
 
"Hey, Lin!" Maxine shouted. "Come here a minute, I want to ask you something about tomorrow's
 
practice!"
 
  Lin gave Amanda a determined look. "Get ready. I think we can take them." Amanda
 
nodded numbly, watching helplessly as the two predators approached. "Yeees, Maxine?" She
 
said, trying to sound sweet and harmless. Maxine idly twirled her unkempt blue hair, tied
 
back with a simple bow, as she approached Lin. "See, here's the problem, Lin. It seems you're
 
not long for this world, mainly because the head coach owes Mary Prichard a favor, and has
 
promised that I can eat you without any repercussions. So, we're going to need a new recruit.
 
Any suggestions?"
 
  Amanda, meanwhile, was watching Leslie fearfully. Leslie said nothing, but licked her
 
lips meaningfully and gave Amanda a wink. Lin just shrugged and stood her ground. "I wouldn't
 
worry too much about that. Because if you try it, then YOU'RE the one who coach is gonna have
 
to worry about replacing." Maxine just crossed her arms and glared at Lin. "See, Lin, if you
 
weren't always a bitch like this, you wouldn't be staring at the perfect body that's going to
 
end your life. We could have even been friends... Oh well. Leslie? Take care of whatsherface
 
over there."
 
  Leslie gave an annoyed sigh. "Finally! I don't see why we couldn't just take them
 
from behind." she said in a squeaky voice, before lunging at Amanda. Amanda cringed and
 
backpedaled. Leslie was so focused on her meal that she didn't notice Lin sticking her foot
 
out to trip her up, and tumbled headfirst into the grass.
 
  Maxine groaned. Useless bitch. Well, that was no problem. Just meant that she'd get
 
an extra meal for later - actually, two, if she counted Leslie. Dashing forward and leaping
 
into the air with her powerful leg muscles, Maxine pounced towards Lin like a predatory cat.
 
But as Amanda watched in amazement, Lin bounced forward on the balls of her feet and, in an
 
amazing feat of dexterity, reached out to grab Maxine by the shoulders as her fellow track-
 
team member tried to descend on her from above.
 
  Snapping her jaws open with impressive speed, Lin took advantage of Maxine's over-
 
eager attack and allowed the blue-haired girl's momentum to carry her right into her open
 
mouth. Lin coped with Maxine's added weight so well that before Maxine could even squeak in
 
surprise, her upper body was halfway down Lin's throat, her arms clawing uselessly at the
 
air. Her firm, perky breasts slid across Lin's tongue as she was pulled in up to her waist
 
with a hefty gulp, and with dawning panic she realized her head was already approaching the
 
stomach.
 
  Sneaker-covered feet dangling off of the ground, Maxine's skirt flipped up as her
 
back end hung horizontally out of Lin's mouth. Her shoulders and upper arms had already been
 
sucked in. She tried to grasp some part of Lin to fight back with her hands, but in a panic
 
and unable to see anything, all she managed to do was grope Lin's chest, an act that made the
 
dark-haired girl giggle, even with such a mouthful.
 
  Lin's hands reached up to grasp Maxine by her firm, muscular abdomen as she slid her
 
in with a loud slurping sound. A muffled cry sounded from Lin's chest as Maxine's head slid
 
into her hungry, waiting stomach. Lin was in ecstasy: secretly, she'd been eagerly awaiting
 
her next chance to prey on a girl... just as most students at Swallowbrook did, whether they
 
admitted it to themselves or not.
 
  Taking a moment to savor her meal's gorgeous body, Lin reached back and grasped
 
Maxine's butt shamelessly, squeezing her firm behind with an almost playful curiosity. After
 
all, Maxie was just food now; why shouldn't Lin have a little fun with her? Leslie rolled
 
over and recovered from her fall, but seeing Lin devour her tougher, more experienced friend
 
so easily made her pause. Her hunger awakened now, Lin was suddenly possessed by the desire to
 
get her meal into her belly as quickly as possible. With a lunge and a loud gulp, she
 
swallowed Maxine's hips and began sliding in her frantically kicking thighs.
 
  By this time, a small crowd of fellow students and staff were watching with wary
 
fascination as Lin made a meal of the aggressor. With a luxurious lick along her meal's inner
 
thighs, Lin slid her down to her final destination, more and more of Maxine's athletic yet
 
curvaceous body curling up in her belly. With a few more hurried swallows, Lin gathered her
 
squirming meal's feet into her mouth and swallowed, sealing Maxine's fate.
 
  A moment later, Lin puckered her lips, then let out a loud, rumbling belch, Maxine's
 
discarded shoes coming up along with all of the excess air. "Ooooh! Excuse me!" she said,
 
with a giggle, sighing with pleasure as she felt Maxine get situated. Unfortunately, Lin soon
 
found out that Maxine was a fighter: the tight belly hanging down from the athletic girl's
 
abdomen began to wobble and jostle back and forth as Maxine fought frantically to escape her
 
elastic prison. Lin concentrated and contracted her belly around Maxine as tightly as she
 
could, letting out another, smaller belch as the stomach clung so tightly to Maxine's
 
curled-up form that her face made an imprint on the surface of Lin's uniform.
 
  "Ooof." Lin winced as Maxine elbowed her from the inside and kicked furiously. "I
 
hope she gets tired, soon. I guess I can't blame her, though. Once you get eaten, all you can
 
hope for is to give the other girl indigestion." Amanda just watched in awe, blushing and
 
smiling as she saw Lin swallow the other girl so elegantly. "Lin, that was... amazing! You
 
ate her!" she said, skipping over to Lin excitedly to marvel at her belly.
 
  Lin just shrugged modestly and tilted her head to the side. "Well, it was her own
 
fault for coming at me like that. But don't just stand there staring! Go get that redheaded
 
chick! She tried to eat you, why not return the favor?" Amanda looked a little surprised at
 
the suggestion. She'd always fantasized about eating someone (and had actually gone through
 
with it once before, though she kept that secret), but Amanda never discussed her desire with
 
others. Not because such a desire was at all uncommon, but because talking about it tended to
 
make most other girls nervous, for obvious reasons. But here... well, it was perfectly normal
 
and natural, wasn't it? Taking one last glance at Lin's wonderfully full, struggling belly,
 
Amanda turned to Leslie, who stumbled to her feet and took a step back.
 
  Glancing at the struggling bulge that Maxine made in Lin's abdomen, Leslie weighed
 
her options. On the one hand, the slender red-haired girl could tell just by looking that
 
Maxine was probably doomed. Unless the woman who ate you had an exceptionally weak
 
metabolism, your chances of survival were slim at best. On the other hand, Lin was now
 
stuffed and weighed down by Maxine's still vigorous attempts at escape from the sticky,
 
fleshy prison around her. That meant that Leslie might still have a chance at making a meal
 
of Lin's vulnerable-looking friend. Mary Prichard wouldn't be pleased if she came back a
 
complete failure. All in all, Leslie decided she favored her chances against Amanda better
 
than against Mary, and aggressively moved on Amanda.
 
  Even though she felt like she should give her friend some advice, or at least
 
encouragement, Lin was enjoying the feeling of Maxine fighting for her life inside her too
 
much to comment. Amanda took a deep breath as Leslie sprung forward and grabbed her by the
 
shoulders. Leaning forward to try and get the timid short-haired brunette's head in her
 
mouth, Leslie ended up pushing Amanda so hard that both women fell to the ground with a
 
thump, Leslie laying on top. Amanda blushed as Leslie's thigh rubbed up against hers, but her
 
best determined look was displayed on her face.
 
  After a short struggle, Leslie managed to pin Amanda between her legs, straddling the
 
other woman's body across her waist. Though Amanda did her best to grab hold of Leslie's
 
arms, the slender redhead was stronger than she looked, and managed to break Amanda's grip
 
and move her hands up to grab Amanda's head to best guide it into her mouth. But Amanda got a
 
sudden burst of inspiration, and simply opened her mouth incredibly wide as Leslie reached
 
forward. When she felt the soft skin of Leslie's hands enter her mouth, Amanda swallowed hard
 
and pushed her head forward. Leslie cried in alarm and tried to pull back, but Amanda, her
 
latent hunger aroused, just pushed forward even harder.
  Leslie rolled backwards off of Amanda as she tried to get away, but Amanda didn't let
 
go, her waist still between Leslie's long, shapely legs as she gulped her entire arms down.
 
Leslie cried out for help, but her only friend present was already well on her way to being
 
digested. "Noo! L-listen, A...Amanda." Leslie said frightfully. "You don't have to do this,
 
I, I can help you against Mary!"
 
  Amanda paused for a moment. The first (and, til now, only) time she'd eaten a girl,
 
she'd felt terribly guilty afterwards. But then, this was different - self defense, right?
 
And she was so very hungry. What sealed it was when Lin giggled and gave her opinion in a
 
mischievous tone: "Oh, you'll definitely be helping Amanda, Leslie. She'll need some help
 
stretching her stomach out if she's going to deal with Mary and those other bitches."
 
  Leslie's shocked silence gave Amanda the perfect opportunity to lunge forward and
 
slip Leslie's head into her mouth. There was a muffled shriek as Amanda slid Leslie's cute
 
face down, past her palate and into her throat. The shy girl's lips stretched around Leslie's
 
shoulders as hunger drove her to gulp faster and faster. Leslie kicked and kneed Amanda
 
painfully, making her wince, but Amanda just focused on swallowing her as efficiently as
 
possible, grasping Leslie's small, firm breasts and pushing them into her mouth.
 
  Rolling over onto her side in the ongoing struggle to swallow Leslie, Amanda clawed
 
her way forward along the grass as she gulped down to Leslie's abdomen, her tongue sliding
 
across the thin blue cloth that clung tightly to her navel. The feeling of Leslie squirming
 
inside her throat was heavenly, but she wanted the feeling of a full stomach even more.
 
Grasping hold of Leslie's lovely, frantically kicking legs, Amanda started to force her with
 
a wet slurping sound. Not wanting to deal with the discomfort of being kicked with them, she
 
made sure to pull off Leslie's heels and tossed them aside, enjoying the sight of two kicking
 
feet protruding from her mouth. But she was running out of air, and needed to finish this.
 
  With one last slurp, Leslie's feet slid up to Amanda's hungry lips, and she slid her
 
tongue over them to help gather the feet into her mouth. With one last ostentatious gulp,
 
Amanda sealed Leslie's fate and sent her completely into her stomach. Amanda's stomach was
 
uncomfortably tight, and the terrified Leslie found herself forced to double over in an
 
awkward position. But that was the least of her worries, as Leslie felt the fleshy chamber
 
entrapping her rumble and suddenly shrink as Amanda let out a long, luxurious burp.
 
  "Way to go, Amanda!" Leslie cheered, clapping as she skipped over to where the
 
newly-bloated Amanda lay on the grass, her own belly bouncing (splashing more acids on Maxine
 
in the process, eliciting a fresh round of muffled screams). Amanda, for her part, was just
 
panting in exhiliration, wrapping her arms around the lumpy bulge stretching out her uniform.
 
"MMPH!" Leslie cried out from inside her belly, a sudden lump appeared as the desperate girl
 
kicked against the tight chamber surrounding her with both feet. "Ooof!" Amanda winced a
 
little, but then smiled. "I guess she's going to put up quite a fight in there... I guess I
 
can't blame her. I wouldn't want to be digested either." Amanda said with a smile. With a
 
grunt of effort, she pulled herself to her feet, and like Maxine, Leslie found her world
 
bouncing and wobbling with every step.
 
  As Leslie (and Maxine) made another series of muffled, inarticulate pleas for mercy,
 
Amanda's bouyant mood deflated slightly. "Ooh... This really is it for them, isn't it? In a
 
few hours, they'll both be gone. Except as part of us." Amanda looked at the struggling belly
 
hanging down from her abdomen and gently ran her hand across it with an almost reverent awe.
 
  Her friend stating the hard facts of devouring sobered Lin's mood a little bit too.
 
She'd forgotten that Amanda wasn't an experienced predator. "Aww. Don't worry about it,
 
Amanda. I know it can be difficult the first few times, but you'll get used to it." Lin put
 
her arm over Amanda's shoulder and gave her a hug, the two protesting bellies brushing up
 
against eachother. As she was listening to Lin's stomach gurgling, Amanda felt her own tummy
 
start chrurning around Leslie, eliciting a fresh squeal of terror from her unfortunate meal.
 
  Though Lin's belly still wobbled unsteadily with lumps appearing and disappearing,
 
Maxine's terrified thrashing was starting to weaken. Not only was Maxine being bathed in
 
stinging acids, but after several minutes of panicked punching she was tiring out and running
 
out of air. Lin gave Amanda a wink and giggled. "In any case, it's part of life, and you've
 
got to learn to have fun with it. Why don't we try a little post-vore taunting?" with that,
 
Lin belched again, then deliberately swallowed a large gulp of air. "There's some fresh air
 
for you, Maxine." Lin taunted mischievously as she patted her belly. "I wouldn't want you to
 
miss out on the fun of your own digestion, and that vigorous massage you've been giving me
 
from the inside feels awfully good." Maxine gritted her teeth and punched the slippery,
 
fleshy wall surrounding her as hard as she could. "You bitch! M-Mary's gonna get you!"
 
  Lin giggled again and gave Amanda a sweet smile. "Mmm, now you try!" Amanda smiled
 
shyly and cradled her wriggling belly in her arms. "Okay. Umm, Leslie, can you hear me?"
 
Amanda's belly was still for a moment, then resumed its struggling. "Amanda! L-let me out,
 
I'll do anything!" Leslie's voice was just barely audible above the gurgling of Amanda's
 
stomach starting to work on the lovely piece of meat she'd given it.
 
  Amanda looked over at Lin and blushed as she tried to think of something naughty to
 
say. "Umm, I was just going to say, you shouldn't worry too much about the fact that you're
 
going to be 'expelled' from school soon." Leslie squirmed in sudden terror at Amanda's
 
unexpectly callous comment, and Amanda continued. "...because even without a degree, there
 
will always be a position waiting for you in the sewers."
 
  Lin gasped and blushed a bit herself, putting her hand up to her mouth. Amanda looked
 
down at the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry Lin! Was that too nasty?" she folded her hands shyly as
 
her gurgling stomach poured acids onto the thrashing girl inside. But Lin just shook her
 
head, laughing again. "No, no, it was good! Why not let these bitches know just what's in
 
their future?" Her good mood returning, Amanda nodded eagerly.
 
  "It feels... really good." Amanda bit her lip. "I hope she keeps squirming as long as
 
possible." She looked down at her belly. "I'm sorry, Leslie, but it really is your fault."
 
she said in an almost sympathetic voice. "Now, just digest like a good girl." Amanda clasped
 
Lin's hand again, and the two began walking back to their dorm. Two bouncing, churning,
 
wriggling bellies hung down proudly as the two friends made their way back, beaming broadly
 
at the other students. For once, Amanda saw that she and Lin were the recipients of more than
 
a few envious glances... and she couldn't say she disliked it.
 
  With each step, it seemed to Amanda that the muffled shrieks from her belly were
 
getting louder and Leslie's struggles less coordinated and more desperate. In fact, she could
 
already feel Leslie softening inside of her. "Ooh... my belly really wants to digest her."
 
Lin, meanwhile, still proudly rested her hands on a belly that kicked and punched every few
 
seconds, making sure to swallow air regularly. Lin stopped a moment to listen to Amanda's
 
belly. "Wow, Amanda... I can tell just by listening that you have a good metabolism. It
 
sounds like she's already dissolving, and we aren't even home yet!" she gave Amanda's
 
midsection an obliging pat. "Say, why don't you stay at my room tonight? We can appreciate
 
the curves we get out of digesting these two."
 
  Another wail came from Maxine at the mention of digestion, but her body couldn't take
 
much more, acid pouring over every inch of her skin and Lin's powerful stomach muscles
 
squeezing the life out of her. Licking her lips, Amanda started to bounce her stomach up and
 
down with one hand. Leslie gave one last gurgling cry of panic and pushed weakly against the
 
stomach, and then stopped moving. "Aww," Lin said. "Looks like she gave up. Poor thing. This
 
one is more of a fighter." she prodded the still-squirming Maxine. Amanda nodded and
 
shrugged. "Oh, it's okay. My insides were getting a little sore from all of her fighting,
 
anyway. Now I won't get indigestion."
 
  By the time they finally made it up to Lin's room, however, even Maxine had passed
 
out from the constant onslaught on her body. The two stuffed friends plopped down on the
 
couch and enjoyed the sounds of their churning bellies as Lin flicked on the TV. Amanda felt
 
absolutely wonderful, but couldn't help but notice that not long after they sat down, her own
 
belly was already starting to round out and shrink. "Ooh, look at you go!" Lin said, leaning
 
over to pat Amanda's now-soft belly. "I wish I could digest that quickly. I'll be stuck here
 
with this belly for another few hours, at least."
 
  Amanda muffled a burp. She was silent for a while. "Um, Lin?" she asked, observing
 
her shrinking bulge with fascination. "This doesn't make us just as bad as them, does it?"
 
Lin looked over at her friend and gave her a warm glance. "Of course not! If anything, we did
 
a favor to all the other innocent girls just trying to get through Swallowbrook alive. The
 
less bitches like them around, the safer we'll be." Amanda nodded. "Oh Lin, you always know
 
just what to say. I don't know what I'd do without you." she said, resting her head on her
 
friend's shoulder.
 
  About half an hour later, Amanda woke up from her short nap. Lin was still sleepily
 
watching TV, and her belly, though reduced in size, was still a large, sloshing and churning
 
sphere, while Amanda's belly had shrunk down to the approximate size of a beachball. As much
 
as she liked Lin, she wanted to keep what she was about to do private, so Amanda just
 
wordlessly stood up from the couch and started over to the bathroom. Lin glanced at her.
 
"Wow, done already? Nice job, Amanda! Try not to make too much of a mess in there!" she added
 
with a giggle.
 
  Pushing her way into the restroom, Amanda pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt
 
and plopped her nice round bottom onto the cold porcelain seat. Fortunately, the toilets here
 
in the dorms had a selectible flush setting, one water-conserving setting for ordinary use,
 
and one setting that allowed the whole bottom of the toilet to drop out, leading into a large
 
pipe meant to handle the sort of loads an 'expelled student' made.
 
  Squinting with effort, Amanda grunted cutely and squeezed, allowing a huge, thick log
 
of converted woman to splash down into the toilet. Grasping her knees, she braced herself
 
against the powerful contractions running through her abdomen. Leslie re-emerged as a single
 
long, thick coil that descended from Amanda's ass and piled up in the bowl. Even a slender
 
girl like Leslie made an awful lot of waste after being passed through another woman's
 
intestines, and Amanda found herself having to lift her bottom up off of the seat at the end.
 
  With one last squeeze, Amanda finally finished shitting Leslie out and stood up with
 
an exhausted sigh, grabbing a long strip of toilet paper to wipe herself with. The smell was
 
awful, but at the same time, Amanda couldn't help but feel a twisted pride at the fact that
 
her body had reduced another girl to shit in such a short time. Pulling her blue and white
 
panties back up, Amanda turned around and looked at the heaping brown pile she'd left behind
 
in the toilet. Mixed in with the brown waste were strands of red hair, and Amanda even
 
spotted the sparkle of a gold bracelet that Leslie had been wearing. As expensive as it was,
 
Amanda certainly didn't intend to try and fish it out. "Sorry about this, Leslie," she
 
apologized, as if the pile of shit could understand her. "But if it makes you feel any
 
better, the bitch who sent you is going to join you, eventually. And that's a promise."
 
  The sound of Leslie's smelly remains being flushed away echoed from outside the
 
bathroom. After washing her hands, Amanda emerged again. Lin could see that Amanda's tummy
 
was totally flat once again, but her thighs were a tiny bit thicker. Smiling proudly at her
 
friend, Lin cuddled with her for the next couple of hours as her own belly played catch-up.
 
Maxine had been totally dissolved, now, but Lin's body still needed to process her. Before
 
Amanda could sit down, however, she noticed that her stomach, no longer wonderfully full,
 
felt a little bit uneasy. She wrinkled her nose and bent over, suddenly arrested by her gag
 
reflex.
 
  After a couple of uncomfortable dry heaves, Leslie's wadded-up dress came up Amanda's
 
throat in a rumpled-up ball. It tasted foul, so Amanda just spat it out into trash, soon
 
followed by Leslie's wadded-up panties. "Um, sorry." she said sheepishly to Lin. Lin just
 
shrugged. "Aww, don't worry, babe, I don't mind watching. But you might want to keep that,
 
once it dries out. Some girls like to keep mementos like that."
 
  Eventually, Lin's belly shrank away as well, losing its softness and turning into a
 
large, firm, spherical bump in her abdomen. Looking nine-months pregnant, Lin stood up and
 
gave Amanda a grin as she cheerfully skipped to the bathroom. "Sure you don't want to watch,
 
Amanda?" she asked teasingly. Amanda laughed and dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "I'm
 
sure, I'm sure!"
 
  Closing the bathroom door behind her, Lin yanked down her own panties and sat down
 
firmly on the porcelain throne. A loud *PBBBTTT* echoed in the bathroom as Lin let slip a
 
wave of intestinal gas. "Ha! How do you like that, Maxine? I always said you were dead weight
 
on the team. And in the race through our two digestive tracts, you took almost twice as long
 
as your little friend did! I doubt anyone will even notice you're gone." Lin said, smiling
 
confidently as she expelled another woman from her body.
 
  Though Lin grunted with effort at times, she also moaned with pleasure. In fact,
 
Amanda's ears reddened as she heard how little shame her friend took in enjoying the act of
 
releasing her latest meal. Her tight, muscular tummy rippling as she squeezed, Lin pushed out
 
most of the lumpy shit that had been Maxine in one movement. "Well, so much for your efforts
 
to upset my tummy, Maxine." she taunted, allowing her body to relax. "You ended up digesting
 
just fine." With one more squeeze, the rest of her waste was added to the stack of brown logs
 
she'd deposited in the bowl. Standing back up, Lin glanced over her shoulder at Maxine's new
 
form: a huge load of crap with clumps of blue hair and bits of white bone.
 
  Sliding her panties back up and flushing without giving Maxine another thought, Lin
 
patted her once-again flat and muscular waist as she came out of the restroom. Admiring
 
herself in a mirror, Lin rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Mm. I think I might be a little bit
 
curvier, but it's hard to tell. Well, there's always room for improvement." With that, Lin
 
leaned over and horked up Maxine's saliva-soaked tank top, skirt, and undergarments, followed
 
a minute later by her shoes. Lin collected all of them into a drawer in her dresser the
 
beginnings of a collection.
 
  Amanda nodded, still smiling. But beneath the surface she was starting to worry, now
 
that the pleasure and excitement of her meal was fading. Even though they'd dealt with a
 
couple of Mary's lackeys in an exceptionally satisfying way, the fact remained that they'd
 
made a dangerous enemy.
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  Just at that moment, Mary sent the dozenth unanswered text in a row to Maxine, but
 
she didn't really expect an answer. It was patently obvious what had happened, and she knew
 
that she wouldn't see Maxine in class tomorrow. She'd have taken care of Lin herself if she
 
hadn't had a previous engagement.
 
  Gracefully reaching down to her purse and removing her elegant leather-bound personal
 
planner. Cracking it open and leafing to the page for next week, Mary clicked a ballpoint pen
 
looked for an open day for giving that arrogant little athlete what was coming to her. Mary
 
strictly held to a hierarchical system when it came to dealing with rivals, upstarts, and
 
other bitches who offended her. That meant that the most beautiful meals went to her (like
 
that scrumptious redhead this morning), while the plainer women went to her friends.
 
Sometimes, though, they couldn't handle it. This was one of those times.
 
  Her schedule was getting so booked that she'd delegated the task of teaching Lin and
 
her friend a lesson to that airhead Maxine. After all, they were cute, but nothing to write
 
home about. That hadn't worked out well... but at least Lin had done the favor of ridding her
 
of an incompetent subordinate. She'd still have to die, of course. Let an insult like that go
 
unanswered and before long, Lin would be overtaking her in social standing. Mary was still
 
just a sophomore, and she couldn't afford a setback like that.
 
  Mary squeezed out the rest of her 'afternoon meal', a presumptuous (yet utterly
 
delectable) blonde who had made the mistake of asking Mary if she could send her a spare copy
 
of last week's notes and brusquely wiped her ass clean. Reaching over with her left hand to
 
flush the toilet she'd been sitting on, Mary crossed off a name written under today's date.
 
Two foolish freshmen dealt with in one day, not bad at all. But there were always more
 
upstarts to deal with.
 
  "If you want something done right, do it yourself." Mary muttered as she wrote down
 
'LIN' in all capital letters under the entry for next wednesday, followed by 'and her stupid
 
friend' in smaller text. Snapping her planner closed with one hand, Mary dropped it back in
 
her purse and stood back up. All in due time.