Elle and Gavin were alone, for once. It was after school, and the two had walked home to Elle's house as they normally did, but this time Elle's brother Dawson wasn't home and neither was their mother, who was out touring colleges with Dawson. Despite having the whole house at their dispoal, Elle and Gavin were kicked back in Elle's room, she on her bed and Gavin on a bean bag. The TV was on, though neither of them was really paying any attention to it as they conversed idly.
 
"So what should we do now that your bro's not here? Maybe a one-on-one Smash Bros game?"
 
"Nah, you'd just win anyway. You know I'm just the spoiler when the three of us are playing."
 
"OK then, you suggest something."
 
Elle thought for a bit, leaning back and stretching out her shapely arms, letting just a little bit of midriff show from under her tank top. "I know! Truth or dare!"
 
"Seriously? Isn't that game for middle schoolers?"
 
"Not the way I play it," Elle teased, with a tone that made Gavin raise an eyebrow.
 
"OK then, I'm game. You go first. Truth or dare?"
 
"Truth."
 
Gavin thought for a moment, then settled on a question. "Do you ever masturbate when people are home?"
 
"Duh. Why do you think my door has a lock?" She chuckled. "OK, your turn. Truth or dare?"
 
"Dare," Gavin said without hesitation.
 
"Hmm..." Elle thought for a while, rocking back and forth on her hands. "I dare you to play me in a game of strip poker."
 
"Yow. That eager to show yourself to me?"
 
"Ha! Don't get too cocky. Actually, there's a twist. The clothes you take off, I get to keep. I want that sweatshirt of yours." She giggled, mischievously. "Of course, same goes for you."
 
Gavin appraised Elle's clothing choices for the day before accepting. She wasn't wearing socks, her skinny jeans didn't need a belt, and she wasn't wearing any extra layers up top. As much as he liked his sweatshirt, Gavin liked his odds even better, so they quickly dug out a deck and dealt in. The first round quickly went Gavin's way, his pair Aces trumping her Jacks.
 
"Ha! Don't think you'll be getting my sweater so soon, eh?"
 
"Give it some time", she said. "Damn. I forgot I already took my socks off. Oh well, guess I have no choice."
 
She loosened her hair scrunchie and flicked it over to him like a rubber band. "Well, there you go. Enjoy."
 
"Just what needed! Alright, deal me another one. How many are we gonna play, anyway?"
 
"Until I get your sweater. Or, you know, one of us loses."
 
The next two rounds, Gavin's luck wasn't so hot, but he had room to spare. His two socks went over to start Elle's pile of spoils.
 
The next round, his luck turned around and Elle was forced to concede defeat. Gavin assessed her laviciously as he waited to see what she would take off. Top, or bottom? Elle surprised him by reaching behind her back, fiddling a bit, and unhooking her bra. She pulled it out from under one arm and handed it over. "Think it'll fit you?"
 
Gavin just snorted. His eyes were not looking at Elle's face, which of course she noticed. The nipples of her modest breasts were clearly poking through the fabric of her tank top. "Don't get too distracted to play," she teased, leaning forward to give him a tantalizing view of her small but shapely mammaries.
 
Fifth round. Distraction or not, Gavin's deal was garbage again. "Fold," he said, and stood up to unbutton his jeans.
 
"Seriously? You're still keeping that sweater? Aren't you hot?" Elle was more trying to goad him into giving up than she was complaining. They weren't bad jeans, either, and she might even fit them if she cuffed up the legs a little. Gavin tossed them her way, leaving himself in boxers, a T-shirt, and a blue Hollister hooded sweatshirt. Elle subtly licked her lips as she checked out his muscular legs.
 
Fifth round. Elle's eyes went just a little wide when she saw her cards. "I'm feeling pretty good about this one. How about a little extra bet?"
 
Gavin's hand wasn't too bad, either. "Double or nothing?" he proposed.
 
"Deal."
 
They flipped. "Try four kings, biatch!" Elle pronounced.
 
"Sorry. Straight flush."
 
"No fucking way."
 
"Hey, what can I say? You picked the wrong sweater to mess with."
 
She rolled her eyes. "OK, fine. Look away for a minute?"
 
"Oh, NOW you get shy?"
 
"Just do it."
 
He did, turning to face the TV, which unfortunately didn't have enough glare for him to catch her stripping in the reflection. After a few seconds, a pair of jeans and a burgundy girls' tank top flopped over him. Gavin got the message and eagerly turned to look back.
 
She was standing next to the bed, left arm crossed over her breasts to cover her nipples. The other hand dipped down to cover her crotch. Gavin suddenly realized she wasn't wearing anything at all.
 
"You were commando this whole time?"
 
Elle's already flushed face got even redder. "So? Shut up and bask in your good luck, punk. I'll get that sweater sooner or later."
 
"Yeah, whatever. You're covering all the good parts!" Gavin jokingly complained.
 
"Oh, was this more what you had in mind?" Elle shifted the fingers of her right hand, dipping the fingers in a little and then spreading them apart. Suddenly she wasn't covering her snatch at all, but instead had its lips stretched wide, revealing the quivering pink flesh and delicate little passage leading deeper inside.
 
Gavin's jaw dropped. "Oh, fuck." His erection was so fierce it forced its way up the front of his boxers and poked right through the gap.
 
"Ha! I guess that almost makes us even," Elle chuckled, relaxing her hands to a more ordinary posture. "Anyway, it's your turn to ask."
 
"Huh?" Gavin was too busy staring at her nipples.
 
"Truth or dare. You know."
 
"Oh. Uh, well?"
 
"Truth."
 
"Yeah, I figured so," he chuckled. "OK, then. You remember my question earlier about masturbating? What are you usually thinking about when you do it? Or who?"
 
Elle sat back down on the bed leaned back. "Hm... it depends. Sometimes it's random guys from school. For a little while it was Emily. Once in a while... just a little bit --" Her voice trailed off to a whisper, "I even think about Dawson."
 
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, seriously, you masturbate thinking about your brother?"
 
"Only once in a while! I mean, we lived apart for so long sometimes he doesn't feel like a brother. But anyway, mostly it's--" she paused, as if she had suddenly remembered she was naked. "Mostly I think about you, though. And when... you know what, nevermind."
 
Strangely, this news was a lot less surprising to Gavin -- he and Elle both had some pretty strong hints how they felt about each other, although fortunately it seemed like her brother was oblivious. Still, he didn't like how she'd just left off right as it felt like it was getting extra juicy. "Come on, tell me," he insisted.
 
"Nope, that's enough. Gimme a break, hoodie boy. It's your turn. Truth or dare?"
 
"Hmm. Dare. As long as you don't dare me to give you this sweatshirt," he joked.
 
"Ha! Fine. Um..." Elle seemed to be thinking for a long time. "OK. How's this? I dare you to go to the fridge and then feed me a string cheese." As if to spell out her reasoning, Elle's stomach grumbled loudly.
 
"Pffft. No problem." Gavin stood up.
 
"Wait. One more thing. You have to do it naked."
 
"What? But then --"
 
"I won't make you give me your sweatshirt. But take the damn thing off."
 
"Fine." Gavin stripped the rest of the way, laying the rest of his clothes in a pile next to the things of Elle's he'd won. Elle admired his body shamelessly as he strode off to the kitchen, his massive boner bouncing comically as he walked.
 
Before long he was back, with a string cheese, which he peeled and held between two fingers. "Say ahh!"
 
Elle's stomach rumbled again. "You wanna see me swallow it whole, don't you?" Gavin nodded. This wouldn't be the first time she'd performed such a trick, but it would be the first time she'd done so naked. She shifted her sitting posture to try and hide the fact that she was getting quite moist down below.
 
"Alright. Let go on three." Elle leaned back, putting her hands on the edge of the bed and tilting her head back. Gavin stared into her wide-open maw and a chill of arousal ran down his spine. Her tender pink tongue resting flat in front, rimmed by pearly white teeth... but more importantly, the uvula dangling perilously over the dark canal of her throat, waiting to swallow the string cheese, to take it into her body where it would disappear forever.
 
Elle opened her eyes. "You need to be the one counting. I can't do it with my mouth open," she reminded him, before obediently spreading her jaw apart again.
 
"Right." Gavin's arm was a little shaky as he dangled the cheese above the hungry girl. He could feel her steamy hot breath caressing his fingers. "Uh, one... two..."
 
"Three!" What happened next was the work of just a single instant. Gavin suddenly dipped the string cheese down, between her teeth, without letting go. Elle opened her throat to accommodate the cheese stick, then tightened her lips closed and swallowed hard to make sure she got it in one go. She wasn't able to get her mouth completely closed because Gavin had dipped his hand in there. But she sealed her lips closed around it and something even better happened. Gavin's fingers, still holding tightly onto the string cheese, got tugged deeper. Elle tasted Gavin's flesh before and even after she swallowed, feeling the thickness of not just a lump of cheese, but Gavin's fingers and even his whole hand enter her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed again, tugging Gavin forward as he felt the warm rippling of peristalsis rubbing up past his wrist.
 
By the time they realized what had happened, Elle's lips were wrapped around Gavin's elbow, with the rest of his arm already gulped down. She felt the funny, but unsatisfying sensation of the string cheese plopping into her stomach, because Gavin had lost his hold on it.
 
Neither of them spoke. Gavin's eyes were wide, confusion and a touch panic setting in, and he tugged but couldn't get his arm to dislodge. Elle's eyes met his, hers with a deeper, shameful, apologetic look on them. Still, she licked at his arm and swallowed a little more, and another inch of Gavin's arm disappeared into her throat.
 
Finally, Gavin tried to let out a breath, though his diaphragm was still tensed. "Fuuuck."
 
Then Elle closed her eyes, and lifted one of the arms she'd been resting on to grab Gavin's half-swallowed arm just below the shoulder. Slowly, she lifted her other arm, so now she was practically dangling by the limb in her throat. She opened a little wider and relaxed her throat, pushing upward on Gavin's arm, until bit by bit she extricated his hand from her throat, letting him have it. She took a deep breath and leaned down on the bed. As she did, she realized that Gavin had his spare hand on his erect dick just inches from where she'd now rested her head -- and, just like that, he blew his wad, splattering, improbably, right onto her face.
 
"You were supposed to let go," she said, turning around to sit up and face her somewhat chastened but also shell-shocked friend.
 
"Yeah, um... I was tryin' to tease you and see what happened. Obviously I wasn't expecting that."
 
Elle grinned smugly as she wiped cum off her face and licked it. "But you sure enjoyed it, huh?"
 
Gavin just blushed.
 
"You should ask me a truth," she said after swallowing. Visibly.
 
"Oh, we're still playing? Fine. You picked truth. Spill it."
 
Elle took her time to steel her nerves, laying back and spreading herself out on the bed. Finally, staring at the ceiling, she started speaking very softly. Gavin had to sit nearby and lean over to hear her. Eventually he lay down next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.
 
"When I masturbate, I picture myself eating people. Swallowing them whole, so they're still alive in my belly. Sometimes it's little shrunken people. Sometimes other people my size. Sometimes... a lot of times actually... I unbirth them instead."
 
"You mean --"
 
"Yeah, like, swallow you whole with my vagina. It's like... sex where you end up going all the way inside."
 
"That sounds pretty fucking hot."
 
"You think so? I always thought you'd find it kind of weird and Oedipal."
 
"Well, maybe a little bit. I mean, it would be super gross if it were my mom. But you?" Gavin leaned over and kissed Elle on the cheek, then the neck, and the nipples of her cute little breasts. "Well, y'know..."
 
As he worked his way to kissing her other breast, then either side of her belly, and further down, Elle continued. "But the thing is, the hottest part is like... after I eat someone. In my daydreams, I mean. I didn't think I could actually..." Gavin kissed her bellybutton, and each of her hips, and each soft thigh, slowly working his way towards her center. "But when I dream about eating you, I don't stop there. I send you all the way to my belly, where you're stuck, and you're just food to me then. I mean, maybe I let you out, but always at some point I swallow you again and then... I digest you. Absorb you into my body."
 
"Gavin!" she shouted suddenly as he pushed himself forward to kiss her wet flower. "Are you even listening?"
 
"Yeah, and I'm pretty fuckin' turned on right now. And, like, you saw what happened earlier. I got off from having an arm in your throat. So at the very least I need to return the favor." And so he resumed his ministrations.
 
"Jesus, Gavin..." she said, trailing off into a whimper of pleasure. And, sure enough, the more he pushed and licked, she felt herself stretching open down there, her body feeling even more ready than she'd ever imagined. As Gavin enthusiastically thrust his nose and tongue into her slit, Elle gulped, reflexively. At the same time her throat muscles swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her abdominal muscles tugged at Gavin, pulling him imperceptibly deeper. She tried again, focusing on the muscles in her pussy. It worked. In one nether-gulp, she pulled Gavin's entire head inside of her.
 
This drove Gavin into a fury, and he caressed up her thighs, tracing them up to the labia that were almost to his collarbone and rubbing them back and forth, trying to reach inside. Elle obliged him and swallowed again, allowing his arms to thrust in past the elbow, then rapidly gulping again to engulf his shoulders.
 
"Hooooooly fuck Gavin, this is soooo good!" She couldn't hear his reply, although her vagina could feel him mumble something through it. But it was clear he felt pretty good, as he'd started pushing rhythmically, thrusting his upper body back and forth a little by rocking on his hips. Elle timed her pussy-swallows to his thrusts, which mean that very soon she had fucked his entire torso and then some.
 
She grabbed him by his rock-hard dick and thrust him further inside, jamming her own hand up against her engorged pussy. Elle pressed more of Gavin's body, but she could only fit a couple of her own fingers in. She realized she was only stretched slightly wider than usual; somehow it was like Gavin's body had squeezed down to fit -- just barely. How that was possible was less important, though, than the incredible feeling of fullness and satisfaction she gained from it all.
 
The whole thing was over far too quickly. It was just a few more powerful contractions until her hungry vagina slurped up Gavin's feet and she felt him occupy every tiny bit of open space inside. Yet, from the outside, it barely looked like she'd eaten anything. Gavin's spirited wriggling made no question of it.
 
"Oh fuck... I did it. I ate him with my vagina. I sucked him into my body and now he's mine... Jeez, he's moving around a lot in there... Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..." And sure enough, barely a few seconds later, her body thrashed and contracted in ecstasy.
 
After things settled down a little bit, Gavin seemed to find a position where he could talk, because unexpectedly Elle heard his voice. It sounded strangely warm and a little bit like her own voice (she guessed because it was coming from inside her body). "Yeah, sorry, um, I went a little ahead of you there. Again. I just got my seed all over the inside of your pussy. I guess this ain't safe sex, huh--" Elle was unbelievably turned on by the mental image of Gavin, totally encompassed by her body and somehow aroused enough to spew his second load inside her. She barely moved a finger over her slit and she'd orgasmed again, cutting Gavin off midsentence. He resumed when she was done. "WHOA, damn, that was intense. That squeeze is a hell of a way to say I love you. I love you, too, by the way."
 
Elle smiled as she sat up, one hand resting on her full-feeling belly, the other still between her legs but now covered in white juices of her own making. She was breathing heavily, but this was probably the best she'd ever felt.
 
"Hey Gavin, truth or dare?"
 
"Uh, truth."
 
"Aren't you... afraid I'm going to digest you?"
 
"Heh." He squirmed just a little, setting her off all over again. "I guess it's like... maybe I should just be honest here? I've masturbated thinking of you too many times to fucking count. And a bunch of those, I pictured you eating me, swallowing me like you do with a piece of cheese. You know, I'm almost surprised you didn't catch on I was so hard on that for a while. I really didn't think it would actually end up this way, but like... Elle, I'm so glad to be close to you."
 
At this point, Elle was honestly choking back tears. But she was also furiously rubbing her clitoris and her stomach, which she still couldn't believe held an entire, living, full-grown human being.
 
"Hey Elle, truth or dare? You should say dare, by the way."
 
It took her a while, but she said it. "Dare."
 
"I dare you to digest me. Take me all the way to heaven, and when you're done you go on and keep it up. I bet Dawson and Emily and those boys from school would gladly melt away in your stomach if you give them a chance. You're gonna fuckin' devour people, a ton of people, and I'm gonna be proud to be the first. I know you can do it. You're fucking perfect, you know that?"
 
She nodded, eyes squished shut, arching her back, feeling her barely-distended stomach with her spare hand. From the outside, she could just barely feel a lump of Gavin occupying her. But inside, it was a whole different story. She felt him like she'd never had before. She felt his toned arms, felt the outline of his face, and the unmistakable sensation of his cock, which he was rubbing against the walls of her inner flesh. At the same time, there was also this strange pit of a feeling even deeper inside, which was strangely familiar to her even though she was feeling it for the first time. Elle knew what it would mean to engage with that need, to do as her body was begging her to do. As Gavin was begging her to do.
 
"I'll miss you," she said, and then she couldn't resist it any longer, letting the urge take over. A new, deeper wave of pleasure washed over her and she squeezed her abs tighter than she'd ever done before. Cum dribbled out of her as she felt Gavin's movement go from thrusting to spasming to sloshing. She felt his life-force suffuse through hers, felt a strange satisfying fullness that had always evaded her when she'd gone through the scenario in her daydreams. Despite her body returning to normal, with Gavin nowhere to be seen, Elle didn't feel alone at all. He was still with her, after all.
 
Slowly, on wobbly legs that threatened to buckle, she stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous, her smooth skin covered a perfect sheen of sweat. But nothing much was different. She felt her breasts with her hands, hoping that somehow she'd grown a few cup sizes but just hadn't noticed it. She convinced herself that they'd gained a little, but it was almost imperceptible. She wouldn't be needing a new bra, that's for sure. But she thought back on what Gavin had said, and concluded it wasn't a big deal. She might just have to work a little harder to size up her curves. Or maybe they were perfect as they were, not too ostentatious but plenty cute. She wondered what Emily would say...