Light shone through the windows in the newly dubbed Harrison household. It found its way between the curtains, which weren't pulled shut all the way, and shone perfectly along a line that hit the Harrisons' eyes. The two women woke up relatively at the same time, their similar-colored green eyes cracking open slowly. The woman on the left, Sheila, was considerably taller and more well endowed than her wife. She had long blonde hair, a kind, round face, and slightly heavy curves, which her wife loved to pinch and pick on her for. The woman to the right, Valarie, was almost a head shorter than her wife, and far less curvy. Her hips were almost boyishly narrow, though her breasts were a large B cup. She had a spritely face, and pixie hair and a mischievous attitude to go along with it.
 
Valarie opened her eyes slowly, turning to put an arm around her wife and pull herself close, recognizing she would be awake as well. "Time to get up, sleepy butt." She said. Sheila, a touch grumpy, replied with a groan, and pointedly remained still. Strange, Sheila was usually a morning person. Everyone had a bad monday occasionally.
 
"Come on, honey, it's beautiful today. Get your butt up." Valarie said lovingly, reaching down and pinching Sheila's butt through her boyshorts. Sheila jumped a little, but just scooted away close to the edge of the bed, pulling the covers tighter onto herself. Valarie rolled her eyes and swung herself out of bed, walking over to the closet. She had boyshorts on as well, though nothing on top. She pulled them off, throwing on a fresh pair and a bra, then picking a pair of skinny jeans and a tanktop, for now at least. She might change into something else later if she went out today.
 
She headed downstairs to the kitchen, opening the cabinets and grabbing the pancake mix, starting up the electric griddle and making some breakfast for the two of them. Sheila continued to take forever, so she ended up eating without her. Eventually, she heard steps behind her and Sheila hugged her from behind, her large breasts squishing against her back, and all of her mass almost knocking the wind out of her with a quiet 'oof'.
 
Valarie smiled wryly, Sheila's head resting on hers. "Coffee..." Sheila groaned out, and Valarie almost snickered.
 
"New single brewer, remember? Get it yourself, Mrs. Sandman." Sheila grunted as she got off of Valarie, smacking her butt as she walked over to the counter where the brand new coffee machine was. Valarie smiled and continued eating her pancakes.
 
Whence Sheila had her coffee, the two sat and ate together for a few minutes. Valarie turned her smartphone on to see that Sheila was due at work in five minutes.
 
"You're gonna be late you know..." Valarie teased. Sheila rolled her eyes.
 
"Oh no. Maybe he'll fire me a whole three days early. I'm never late, I'll head in whenever I want for once." Sheila said. She was going to be quitting her temporary job in favor of the career she went to college for soon. She wasn't terribly excited for a low-level management job, but she was plenty satisfied that she'd be bringing home a better salary for the both of them. Not that she was the only one bringing home bacon here.
 
"So how'd that commission you were working on last night go?" Sheila asked. Valarie exhaled exasperatedly, finishing chewing before complaining.
 
"Ugh, shitty. Y'know how I'm a portrait artist?"
 
"Yes, I've heard that through the grapevine."
 
"Well someone apparently didn't. And apparently neither did I. Some random fucker's like 'Hey, I like your style! Could you do a landscape or two, or three for me? Thanks for stepping out of your comfort zone!' and I apparently thought to reply 'Sure, I will try this kind of art I barely have any practice at and ask you to pay me for it, thank you too and also I am stupid!'"
 
Sheila smiled and chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "And I bet that turned out very well for both of you geniuses."
 
"Yeah, great. Totally not the worst art I've ever made, and I totally didn't feel like shit asking for my usual price. Never getting a commission from that guy again." Valarie joked. She finished off the last of her pancakes, though she didn't plan on getting up yet.
 
Six months of this so far. As of yesterday, they'd been moved in together for half a year. It was great for the two of them. They couldn't be happier, with the house, with the location, with each other. Life was really looking up for the Harrisons.
 
"Y'know, we should have some kind of feet running around here some time soon." Valarie said, almost taking a serious tone to make sure it was clear she meant it. She had to do that occasionally, though Sheila always knew the difference. She gave a surprised look, and Valarie grinned, cutting off any surprised response. "And I mean like any kind. If you don't think we're ready for a kid, or don't even want a kid, or whatever, we can get a dog, or even a cat, but I need someone to take care of while I'm not cooking your meals."
 
Sheila smiled back. "Sounds good to me. I'd say we're more than settled, but a house isn't a home till you've got something shedding all over it."
 
Valarie's smart phone buzzed for a long period on the kitchen table, indicating she had a call. She picked it up and swiped to pick up the call as well.
 
"Hello? Is this Valarie?" The voice on the other end asked. A familiar voice too!
 
"Oh my god, Gwen Serra?" Valarie asked, extending the end of her last name and giving Sheila a look. Gwen was a friend from the college they'd all gone to. She hadn't introduced them, but she had been part of their friend group. They'd heard from her since college, but not too often, so it was good to get another call from her.
 
"Oh hi, Valarie Harrison." Gwen replied, making fun of her by extending the last name as well, but also pointing out that this was the first time she'd talked to them since the wedding. "Ugh. No ring at all. You should totally, like, dump her."
 
"I know, right. I should totally dump my loving wife who is currently eating my pancakes right next to me cause you think Valarie Gierra is so much better. Where the hell have you been? We've missed you." Valarie said.
 
"Sheila's there too? Awesome! I've been around, here and there, Still looking for someone to fucking hire me." She complained. Gwen had been an art major in college as well as Valarie, though she was in it to make concept art for games, which meant freelancing wasn't her preferred style, though it had been keeping her off the streets for sure.
 
"Oh my god, seriously? You need to get out of that town, I told you you're going to have to move, there's nothing happening around there." Valarie said.
 
"Yeah, you're right, there's nothing happening in this town that I'm in now either. Don't worry, I've got a couple interview offers and I should finally have a place to commit to soon.
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Yeah, I'd love if we could meet up and really catch up, but first, I've got something important. It's time for the favor."
 
The favor... The dreaded inside joke that was actually sort of serious! Back at college, Gwen had hooked Valarie up with her first big commission, and when that commission had been the first of many more, Valarie had promised her a huge favor. Gwen had jokingly threatened for a long time now that she'd hold it over her head, though they both knew that if Gwen ever asked for anything for real, Valarie would move heaven and earth in return.
 
"Really? Wow. Well you know I'd do anything for you, Gwen. What sort of favor are you looking for?"
 
"I want you and your wife..." Gwen began, pausing for dramatics. "To be my lunch!"
 
"pfffffffffff" Valarie couldn't hold back a cackle. "Hahahah! I was worried you were gonna try and make us your slaves for a year or something."
 
"Well?" Sheila asked. She was, of course, in on the joke/deal, and wanted to know what had come of it.
 
"She wants us for lunch- today?" She explained, then turned back to the phone. Sheila nodded in agreement. "Or like sunday? Are we gonna be the best meal you've ever had, or are you just really hungry today?"
 
"Really fucking hungry. I have, like, leftover pizza and ramen in the house today, and I thought you guys would be far tastier, or at least save me a trip to the grocery store." Gwen said, chuckling at her own overdramatic gag. "You sure Sheila's okay with this? It's her life, and she doesn't really owe me anything. I'll be fine if it's just you."
 
"You are okay with this, right?" Valarie asked her wife. She nodded again.
 
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm surprised she's never asked us before, with how many people she packs away. I think some part of me always knew we'd end up on her thighs." Sheila said.
 
"Yeah, she's good. So where are you now? I'd assume still somewhere near Sunbury, or at least in Ohio. Should we wait a while or...?" Valarie asked.
 
"Yeah, I'm in a real nice apartment up in Columbus. You can come over right now if that's good, but you can get here late as four, but after that I'm gonna like, starve to death."
 
"Ha ha. Can I get your address?"
 
Gwen read out her address, and Valarie wrote it down on a post-it note. "Alright, we can get to Columbus in about an hour, but finishing up here and finding your place might take a bit more, so I'd say your order will be ready in about half an hour." Valarie said, grinning.
 
"Thanks a lot, Val! Love ya, cya!" Gwen said. Valarie also said her goodbye, then hung up.
 
"Alright, so anything we need to have in order here?" Valarie asked. Sheila glanced around.
 
"Well, I'll take out the trash, obviously. Do you want to bother with the dishes?" She asked.
 
"Nah. We'll have to empty the fridge of anything that'll go in less than a week though. Probably just the fridge side, nothing that's frozen." Valarie replied.
 
"True. I'll tidy up the rooms a bit, I'd love to see this place spic and span one last time. It is our place after all." Sheila said. The two looked into each other's eyes lovingly, shared a quick peck, and then got to work.
 
In about twenty minutes, they'd thrown out about half the fridge's contents, the trash, and done things such as throwing out papers that were sitting out, turning off computers, and remaking the bed.
 
"Six months we slept together in that bed." Sheila said. "I'll miss this."
 
"Yeah. Well there�s life for ya. Never quite know how it'll turn out." Val replied. The two headed out the door, not bothering to lock it, and hopped into the car, with Valarie driving. Her sense of direction was always better. The two chatted inanely on the way, and made plenty good time. Eventually, after only one wrong turn despite the crowded traffic in the city, they reached Gwen's apartment.
 
*knock* *knock* "That better be the room service I ordered!" Gwen jokingly yelled from inside. In just a moment, she opened the door for the two. Gwen was about right between Val and Sheila's heights, and had a beautiful figure, with full breasts and a pleasingly large rear end. Her hair was long, red, and frizzy, done in a large braid that reached just past her shoulders. Her eyes were an average brown, and they lit up when she saw her friends. Val jumped slightly when she glomped onto her. "You guys! Thank you so much for coming. It's great to see you again!" She let go of her and hugged Sheila, then grabbed her hand and pulled her in, expecting Valarie to follow.
 
"Come on in! You guys look delicious!" Gwen said, running into her living room area and sitting on her recliner. She was still holding Sheila's hand, and almost pulled it to her mouth before pausing. "Wait, do you wanna catch up first? I mean, I'm really hungry, but..."
 
"No, it's no problem, we ought to get you fed. You want us to strip? I know you don't always like coughing up clothes." Valarie said. Sheila nodded.
 
"No, it's fine, you can keep your clothes on. Besides, like I said, I'm starving, I haven't had anything to eat since last night and now that I got two hotties right in front of me. And trust me, you guys look great. I have got to get you in my tummy, clothes or not." Gwen said. "Any way you'd like to go down though?"
 
The couple shared a look, and grinned widely.
 
"Okay, so you're going to scoot over on the recliner, like squish yourself to the side." Sheila began. "We're going to go down at the same time, so you're going to need to set us down somewhere while you're gulping us down. We're going to give you a hand each, then hold each other together with the other one. We'll keep our legs tangled so you can swallow us like one really big person. When you went on your sprees senior year, we always discussed how we'd like to go down. Sixty-nining is pretty cool, but then you can't kiss again til it's over. Besides, do you want to go at it while we're in there, Val?" Val shrugged in indifference. "Yeah, so this way we stay together the whole time, and you get a real filling meal all at once." At the end, Sheila pulled Val into an embrace, giving her a peck on the lips. "Let's do this." The two presented their hands to Gwen. She looked overwhelmed for a moment, but then grabbed them.
 
"You guys are the best. Thanks for the meal." Gwen took their hands into her mouth, gulping down those first, then their forearms.
 
"So why don't we tell a story about moving in while we're going down?" Val suggested, and Sheila immediately gave an "ugh".
 
"You mean the story we've told every time? The best one because it was the worst!?" Sheila said. "We had a fucking raccoon in the attic. Not when we'd visited the house a thousand times making sure it was perfect, not the couple of days before we moved in, no the bugger showed up the second day we were there. Well I say that because he must've been up there that long before we found him about a week in. The place was indescribably nasty. I seriously won't even try to describe it, you don't want me too. By this point, the two were leaned over and beginning to lay on the recliner's seat, and Gwen began to feed Sheila's head into her mouth. The girls turned their heads slightly so that they were cheek to cheek. They could face each other and kiss whence they were in the stomach. Sheila continued even as both of their heads were engulfed by Gwen's massively stretched mouth. The story included accounts of how the two had reacted to meeting the animal themselves, and a series of misadventures with animal control. Though it was muffled through her flesh, Gwen could hear the story, and occasionally the trio shook as she laughed, the two feeling her breath come rapid on their faces. Gwen made steady progress, slowly pulling the two toward her stomach.
 
"So yeah, I'm quite glad we won't get the chance to deal with a problem like that again." Sheila said. "Do- do you mind if me and Valarie talk? We're hitting your stomach now, so..."
 
As their heads pushed through the sphincter and began to balloon out Gwen's stomach, she patted them, and the two pulled apart from being cheek to cheek, kissing momentarily. "So what d'ya wanna talk about before she melts us?" Valarie asked.
 
"Y'know, stuff... thangs..." Sheila said. "Maybe how else we wish we could've gone?"
 
Valarie smiled and thought for a moment. "Well this one really isn't bad. Maybe something similar, like getting juiced together. Probably would have been hotter."
 
"Well if you wanted to get vored so bad, maybe we should have just been a pair of boobs. We all know how much you like those." Sheila replied, shifting and rubbing her large ones on her wife.
 
"Yeah but that's not as close as this though! If we get milked, we're part of separate boobs. With this, we'll both be part of both her boobs, even if we don't make them that much bigger."
 
The two continued to conversate as Gwen crested their hips, the hardest part finally over. "I would have loved to have eaten someone like this. I've never gotten more than one at once." Sheila said.
 
"I've never taken someone up the butt. Would you believe that? Twenty-seven and the biggest thing that's ever gone up my bum is your fingers that one time." Val replied.
 
"Geese, how many have I taken? Has to have been at least six. I'm surprised I don't have more weight from them honestly."
 
"What do you mean more weight? If you had any more weight on you I would've dumped you. Probably into a toilet." Sheila grinned at that, and the two made out for a few minutes, until their feet joined the rest of them in the tight chamber. The two balled up and held each other closely, Their hands exploring each other, rediscovering all their favorite parts.
 
"Whoo. Freakin' delicious. Bye guys, I'll see you at the toilet." Gwen said, leaving her friends to digest. She stepped up off of the recliner, somehow supporting her gigantic, two-person filled stomach without a problem. She walked over to her computer, picking up her table and setting it on her stomach. She got to work on some personal art, of her, swallowing her two best friends. Though she was content to forget them in person, she wanted to have something to remember them by. She'd also have to do some art of the two of them together. They really were the cutest couple ever.
 
Inside of her the two didn't get too serious, mostly just getting very, very handsy, and rarely letting each other's lips separate. Slowly, the stomach began to shift and squish around them more and more. Their bodies gave way a little bit more every time, until they began to squish into each other slightly. The two said that they loved each other, and then pressed their lips back together, kissing for a minute more before a stomach undulation squashed their bodies inside of their clothes. Their clothes remained as their bodies turned to goo, slowly becoming pinkish as their anatomies mixed and liquified. Eventually the clothes floated to the top of the mix of slurry, and were pulled up and out of the sphincter at the top.
 
*glurp* "Oh geese." Gwen realized her stomach no longer had a solid mass in it, she'd been so occupied with drawing that she didn't notice her tablet pushing into the large sack of goo. She did, however, notice, as her ex-friends' clothes began to work their way back up. She set her tablet to the side and rolled her chair back, walking quickly to the bathroom. Her breasts jiggled with her hurried steps, but not as much as her stomach, which sloshed about and gurgled loudly. She got to the toilet just in time, holding her stomach back as she leaned over it. She gagged a few times, and then made a hurling sound, the strap of a bra languidly falling out of her mouth from the back of her throat. She continued to heave for the next few minutes, her throat desperately trying to choke up two sets of underwear, shirts, and jeans. She hacked and choked until she finally spat out the leg of Valarie's jeans. The whole pile splashed into the toilet.
 
"Oh shit, those are cute. Oh well, wouldn't -URP- fit me anyway. Especially not after this." Gwen looked at the time. It was only just past noon, but she ought to take a quick nap. Gwen walked over to her bed, flopping her stomach on top of it and positioning it under herself as she got into the bed. She loved resting on a big belly full of slurry, and she could dream about snuggling up to her friends, even though they were gone now.
 
A couple hours later, light landed on Gwen's eyes. She rolled over, remembering why sleeping on a full belly wasn't as great when you woke up. Her breasts were even huger than before, just a touch bigger than her head each, and she'd been sleeping on them for at least an hour. They ached kind of badly by this point. Her gut was still kind of distended, mostly because it was filled with her friends' remains now. Her butt was huge as well, maybe a bit bigger than was attractive. Perhaps she'd have to work out to drop some of that. Well first she had some other weight to drop.
 
Gwen pulled herself out of bed, feeling really energetic. Perhaps she'd take her new bod clubbing tonight. She sat down on her toilet, feeling a pleasant amount of padding under her. She relaxed herself, and all that was left of the couple slowly make its way out of her rear. The pink waste began to pile up into the toilet. Gwen reached behind herself, flushing for the first time of quite a few. She sat letting out a continuous log of pile and flushing it away, until eventually her anus closed back up. She sighed in relief and satisfaction as the last trace of her friends was flushed away. Well...
 
Not the last of them, she thought a few minutes later, wearing a dress she'd saved for an occasion just like this. It was a tiny thing on her new body, and she felt closer to her friends now than ever before. She licked her lips and felt her breasts. She left that night, forgetting her friends.