"Oh my god, Amber, are those real?"
 
I was referring, of course, to the pair of legs, slightly bony and sopping wet, that were protruding from Amber's distended vagina. She lay on her back on the bed, her own creamy smooth legs curled up and spread wide, two rougher legs sticking straight out between them. Quivering pink nether lips enclosed them just above the knee, and further up, only a gently rounded bulge in her lower body existed where those extra legs should have had an owner. Amber was gasping too much to answer my question, but she nodded vigorously, squeezing her eyes shut, to assure me of this reality.
 
"We have to get him out," I insisted. "It is a he, right?" More nodding. Head shaking. Nodding. What was she trying to say?
 
"ohhhHHH!" She moaned loudly with ecstasy. Her eyes were wide open now. Mine too. I watched aghast as the second pair of legs seemed to shorten. They had sunk down, in, to the knees.
 
"Please!.... No!" she managed to get out, right as I started to reach for the pair of legs to pull on it. "I..."
 
"Shit." I muttered. "This is all my fault..."
 
I should probably back up a bit.
 
* * *
 
Amber and I go way back, since elementary school, I think. We met through a summer program, found out we lived in the same neighborhood, became fast friends. We had shared secrets with each other that no one else knew. So of course I knew about her fetish.
 
Amber wanted to eat things. She wanted to swallow them whole and feel them inside of her. And she was serious about it. She never chewed grapes when she ate them. Even cherries, she swallowed pit and all. Strawberries, string cheese, all manner of beans and nuts. She worked her way up to gulping down tangerines, corn dogs (even the stick, sometimes!), chicken wings and drumsticks. It wasn't just normal food items, either. She bought goldfish from the pet store and ate them whole, too. More than once, she'd eaten a tiny hamster alive. She'd even swallowed her old, tiny cell phone on a whim, but it made it out of her system largely intact. She exercised hard to keep her metabolism up and even researched ways to make her digestion more efficient. I listened to her tell stories about what she'd eaten last, watched her beaming as she described each new accomplishment, and marveled at the singular drive of a budding young woman. I was as supportive as a close friend can be.
 
If this all sounds dangerous, that's because it was. Of course, Amber knew about the risks, but she pursued all this in the face of them. She had a goal. A dream. For someone like me, unsure about my future, Amber was a beautiful role model. I just wanted to follow her, and make her happy. I didn't even think, back then, about the dark side of Amber's wish. I blithely followed, anticipating the day she would make her dream a reality, imagining the feeling of triumph at hard work paid off. The day she would eat a person whole.
 
Reality set in sooner than expected. It happened when she was trying to down a whole grapefruit. Can you imagine? I was awed at how she managed to fit her mouth around it, let alone send it plunging down her esophagus. But she couldn't get it down. It was too big; it stuck. Her eyes started watering, her jaw moved silently, she waved her hands and blinked rapidly. As soon as I realized what was happening, I dove into action. I reached my arms around her, grasping at her solar plexus, trying not to focus on the breasts overlapping my arms as I squeezed in my best attempt at the heimlich maneuver.
 
And yet! Audacious girl that she was, Amber fought it! She tried not to cough up the grapefruit, but actually finish swallowing it! I could actually see the bulge in her neck -- it was massive, really -- sink deeper, slightly, even as she flailed her hands from breathlessness. I could see she was sweating. I fought harder to force her to cough it up, knowing for her own safety that she had to. But she was stronger than I, with many years of exercise behind her, and still she resisted. But no one can remain strong without air for long. Her strength faded, and luckily I won out. She hacked, and wretched, and a sorry, squished grapefruit came loose even as she passed out.
 
* * *
 
Not knowing what to do or even if she would make it, I had called the hospital, where I had no choice but to explain everything. Amber made it, but it was clear to everyone that it had been a close call. Too close. Even she could see that, and that hurt her the most. She forgave me -- driven as she was, nobody wants to die like that. But still, it was like there was a tiny rift between us. Amber was lost, turned off from her life dream, defeated. Her unhappiness brewed into my unhappiness. We passed the time together, but the magic had faded, leaving only bleak, bland reality. It was during this time that I went away to college. Amber, whose focus had never been on her studies, killed time at a local community college. Physically distant, our feelings became more distant as well.
 
Two years later. Chemistry of Human Reproduction, my upper-division elective. On the same day that I learned an interesting fact, I received a rare phone call from Amber.
 
"Amber?" I began tentatively.
 
"Hey. It's been a while."
 
"Yeah."
 
"Listen. I, uh... had a bit of a fight with my parents."
 
"How bad?"
 
A long pause. "Can I come stay with you for a while?"
 
I was far, halfway across the country. I had no idea how she would get here. But I had a dorm room to myself, and I could easily find enough food for two, even with her apetite. "Sure."
 
Not even two days later, she was there. It was raining, and when Amber arrived at my door she looked like a heap of wet laundry with a face peeking out. I hugged her all the same.
 
"Do you have something I can borrow to change into? I couldn't bring anything from home," she asked downtroddenly.
 
"Of course." I brought her a towel and some new pants and a shirt, and showed her to the shower. "Unfortunately I'm not into keeping women's underwear around," I joked.
 
"This is more than enough," she said, and closed the shower curtain.
 
When she'd finished, it became apparent that there was another concern. Amber had no blankets and no sleeping bag. My room was too small to hold a proper couch, and the floor would be a cold, hard place to sleep. That left the bed. My bed.
 
Keep in mind, we had grown up together, and I had known Amber since long before she developed the feminine features that made men swoon. So even though I thought she was absolutely gorgeous, even when she wasn't fresh out of the shower and smelling of honeyed soap, the old me had had only chaste intentions for her. Mostly chaste intentions for her. Maybe I had considered her body a bit much once or twice, but it seemed like another time entirely. So when the door shut behind her, clothed in an old tee of mine and some pants that were half too baggy on her, I looked at the bed, and back at her, trying to decide if I was willing to volunteer for the floor. But she surprised me, walking straight up to me and pressing close. Her head tilted upward, ever so slightly, and she kissed a startled me right on the lips.
 
"Thank you so much," she said, her voice the barest thread of a whisper. "I'm so glad to see you."
 
It was music to my ears. I returned the favor, embracing her closely and placing my mouth on hers. The kiss became a wet one, and her tongue broke through to tease around the inside of my mouth. Our bodies took over from there, soon relieving us of our clothes and our modesty. She leaned forward over me. I tried to contain my awe at the solid, apple-round breasts that swayed from behind her tender collarbone, or the toned and smooth line of her belly, an unbroken path to her mound of venus, and the smooth, rounded outer lips that hovered around my erect cock. After exchanging more and more passionate kisses and caresses, she positioned her hips carefully, brushing against my tip until she had herself placed just right. Her moisture literally dripped onto my rod.
 
Then in one fluid plunge she took it all at once. Her labia parted greedily on the head of my dick, and dipped straight to my hilt. I am ashamed to say I came right then and there. But Amber worked it, lifting and pluging again before I went soft, and ultimately finishing herself with one hand while I bucked with the heavy load I was spilling.
 
When it was done, she lifted up and looked at her dripping slit with a slight disgust. "So messy," she said. "I guess it all has to come out eventually."
 
"Actually," I remembered suddenly, "not quite. Some of it gets trapped there, absorbed by the vaginal walls. It's mild, but the uterus has some digestive power." I was shy to admit that hearing this in class had immediately made me think of Amber.
 
"Digestive power..." I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. It was as if the old Amber had come back to life.
 
And that was the beginning of Amber's second obsession.
 
* * *
 
She'd hardly settled into my dorm before she began following her dream again. She used my computer to do the research. Indeed, the vagina had a mild digestive power; it was naturally acidic. So Amber set out to amplify the effect. Some probiotics, a slight change in her diet... and the power of her inner muscles... it might just work. Better yet, the vagina was built to pass things bigger than one could swallow, and it didn't block her breathing. The fears that had frozen her aspirations in place dissipated like bad dreams.
 
So she began to work her way up again. She started with exercises, flexing the muscles constantly. She fed her pussy spoonfuls of yogurt, tiny cherry tomatoes, small candies. I supported her in our reborn relationship more strongly than ever before, and she progressed quickly. She gained such control that her slit squeezed shut whenever I blew my load, trapping my seed inside. Her body absorbed it hungrily, scarcely letting a droplet escape. We fucked daily, sometimes more than once. Naturally, I improved those skills a little myself.
 
She began to beg me to stretch her, beginning with two fingers and graduating up to a fist spread wide. Sometimes she squeezed so tight I worried I might break a bone. On days we made love more vigorously, I thought I felt my dick becoming a little tingly.
 
One night, when I returned exhausted from classes, she produced a grapefruit and announced that it was officially time for her to get revenge. She dropped her pants (which she now wore only rarely anyway) and looked from fruit to glistening slit and back to fruit. Her left hand deftly spread wide her opening, and with a flourish, her right thrust the fruit against it. The grapefruit was large, and even her generously gaping pussy couldn't take it all at once. But little by little she shoved it inside, breathing heavily with some combination of carnal pleasure and emotional weight. By the time her labia sealed shut around it, even I was out of breath. I watched in pure fascination as she flexed her powerful muscles, pulverizing the grapefruit, priming it for absorbtion. By the next day, the only trace that remained was a tart citrus scent. It was a miracle of sheer determination, and we rejoiced together. (By fucking, naturally.)
 
Within weeks, she had worked her way up to practically eating whole meals with her vagina. As she developed so impressively, she began to plan excitedly for what might come next. "Maybe I can take a live snake!" she fantasized. "Ooh, I can almost feel it slithering around as it tries in vain to find a way out!" A mere nine days later, Amber's miraculous vagina not only slurped up a young ball python, but spilled no secrets, not even a wayward bone.
 
It was around then that I began getting a little scared. Until now, Amber had occasionally eaten live animals, but only ones that she'd bought just for that purpose. When you started talking about bigger prey, it wasn't as easy to find ones that could just disappear without someone noticing. And of course, my mind trickled back to what I knew deep down was her ultimate goal. Suddenly it didn't feel so harmless.
 
But I was in love for one and in denial for another, so I couldn't protest when she acquired a puppy anonymously online, and fed it to her hungry ambition. It never even had a name. She didn't even bother to eat normally anymore. She fed a whole damn watermelon to her pussy and hardly moved for a whole day. None of my dorm mates seemed to catch on, not that we had ever interacted all that much. But she noticed them.
 
"Do you think anyone would notice if Dennis went missing? He's sort of a loner, isn't he?" She struck up the conversation as if it were nothing.
 
"You can't be thinking of eating Dennis!" I was flabbergasted. "He's near two hundred pounds and taller than I am! Besides, haven't you seen him talking to his parents on the phone practically every day?"
 
"Oh, hmm, you're right. I suppose maybe I should start a little smaller. Maybe I can waylay a toddler in the park!"
 
"Waylay a... you're serious, aren't you?" My voice quavered, then sank into a stone cold seriousness. "Listen, Amber. If you actually eat a whole person, that's not just dangerous. That's murder."
 
She shrugged. "Plenty of cows get murdered every day so people can eat. What's so different?"
 
"Cows aren't people. People are people. I'm not just talking about the law. It's wrong. I..." I looked away. It hurt, to deny the goal she'd been working all this time to achieve. "... I refuse to love a murderer."
 
That broke her mood. "You... you..." She sniffled. Twice. Three times. She broke out crying. "I knowwww! I know! I know it's wrong and yet I can't help but want to! I think about it every night, you know! The warm limbs of another person, writhing inside me. Their faint cries for help, halfhearted, my insides teasing at their every surface, churning them, dissolving them, turning them into pieces that will become part of me. Haven't you felt the need inside of me? It's so wrong and yet I can't wait to get a taste of it!"
 
I choked back a sob, too, and cradled her head against my shoulder. "I know. I know. We'll figure something out."
 
* * *
 
The next day, Amber vanished. She finally returned following afternoon without a word of explanation. I dared not ask. I convinced myself she must have just been sorting out her feelings, and felt like she needed a change of scenery. Subconsciously, I avoided turning on the news, dreading I might hear how a young child had been reported missing.
 
And that brings us back where we began. I returned from class to find my worst nightmare in progress, an unknown person two thirds engorged in Amber's ravenous vagina, rapidly drifting into oblivion. In the time before I finally took action, she'd crammed in several more inches from her victim's thighs to calves. Panicked, I grabbed hold of a foot, only to have it flail wildly out of my touch, actually kicking me in the chest. Amber wailed with pleasure, and before I could even grab her victim's bony ankles, Amber reached forward with her own hands and thrust the soles of the feet the rest of the way inside. Her vulva sealed shut with the power of an iron door.
 
But for the poor soul inside, it was not yet over. Amber breathed short, shallow breaths, holding back the inevitable. Her wildly distended belly wriggled and bulged with the life of a full-grown person inside. I secretly marveled at how such a slim, smooth tummy could have stretched to encompass such size. Yes, my Amber was surely amazing.
 
And a m-
 
"He volunteered," she explained in a sudden whisper. "I found him... on a forum online. Few believed me... but he couldn't... resist... the chance..." She paused and closed her eyes in quiet bliss, tilted her head back. "Goodbye."
 
And there came a terrible sound, a gurgling, crushing, cracking noise. Amber's belly squeezed nearly flat, then stretched out again, then crushed inward again. Truly, I had been too late.
 
Then I saw the contented smile on Amber's face and realized I had been just in time.