Haruka found herself heading home from yet another bust of a job. How was she supposed to know that you can't have unsold pets for lunch? It's not like anyone was going to miss a dog here or there... She felt her stomach growl. She should have eaten her manager on the spot for wasting her time like that. Now she was yet again penniless, dragging her feet home on an empty stomach. Much worse, all she had to look forward to filling it with was some sort of strange bean-sprout concoction that Yomi was sure to have cooked up. Maybe she could bug Mirai-chan for something to eat...

"Gah, what am I thinking! I can't ask her for something to eat like that! I'd be no better than a pet begging its master for food at their bowl... Nnnff..." Another grumble. She would have to do something dangerous instead. Eat someone whole. It was a forbidden act that was heavily looked down upon, but abused by all sorts of higher up people in society. Her mother of course taught her young how to swallow someone whole, she got a lot of practice on the maids at her manor. Her technique wasn't the problem, it was rather who to eat? Who would be worthy of being her meal for the evening?

As she was pondering her options, she noticed just where she had happened to be. Next to the famous National Hanzo Academy. A lavish academy for good natured ninja, she knew quite a few up and coming shinobi who gave her a run for her money, back in her days of being enrolled in Hebijo Clandestine Girls' Academy, a school for the opposite side of the moral coin. The gears began turning in her head, the thrill of breaking in, and having one of her delicious old friends as a dinner date... That sounded well worth her time. It was nearing dark, so the good little girls should be retiring to their rooms anytime now. It was the perfect time to strike.

Grinning, she hoped the protective fence, making sure not to trip the alarm or trigger any sort of traps. This wasn't her first time infiltrating this place, she remembered the route she used to have some chance meetings with Hibari-chan. Oh, Hibari-chan she drooled, she hoped she would run into her. Of course, putting her brat of a squid body guard into her place would be equally amusing. There was always the perverted Katsuragi-san, she would probably volunteer to be a meal, and her long blonde hair would taste so good slurping up. Ikaruga was another tasty option, she fit the classic taste of a refined maiden to a tee.

She cut her daydreams short when she finally reached their personal quarters. She happened to recall where their rooms were, and took a peek into each that were currently giving her the strongest craving for succulent meat... Hibari-chan was absent. As were Yagyuu and Katsuragi-san. She wanted to stomp her foot in anger when Ikaruga-san was also missing. Just who was she supposed to eat?! Wait... There was another door? Oh, that's right, they had another member! Peeking inside, she could hear some heavy snoring... Score! She made sure she was undetected, and locked the door behind her silent entrance.

Tiptoeing across the wooden floor, she slithered like a snake into Asuka-chan's bedroom. How could she forget sweet, sweet Asuka-chan? She hadn't ever felt like teasing or playing with her like Hibari-chan, most likely because of her relationship with Homura-chan. Come to think of it, Homura-chan might be upset that she isn't the one to devour her brown haired rival, but her friend didn't exactly need to know who the half digested girl in her stomach was when she returned, now did she? She held back the giggles as she slid the door open, revealing a sight for an empty stomach.

Asuka-chan was completely conked out on top of a soft looking maroon platter. She was clad in nothing but a sexy matching pair of silken blue lingerie, sheer stockings racing up her toned legs. Haruka was actually in awe of the sight before her, how had she passed up on such a delicious target? With her naive and good natured personality, she would have been a prime target for corruption and enslaving. Her fantasies of collaring Asuka-chan were quickly dashed away with another stomach grumble, a rather loud one this time. Haruka quickly clutched her sweater clad tummy, afraid of waking her sleeping beauty. Luckily, her snores seemed to drown out any possible sounds she could make to rouse her, she sighed in relief.

Licking her full lips, she inched closer to her desire. She watched as her slim tummy rose and fell with each breath. If only she weren't so famished, she could play with her a bit before sending her off to her stomach. She stopped short of grabbing her, noticing just how deep in sleep she seemed to be. Slobber was sliding down her lips, she seemed to be having an intense dream. Haruka could at least slip her clothes off before swallowing her, right? She wouldn't notice. Feeling softly, she unsnapped her bra, and removed it with little hindrance. Perfect! Her youthful and supple breasts were now bare and free to the world, but more importantly to Haruka herself. She gently felt her sizable bust, squeezing them ever so lightly. A small moan escaped her mouth, but it was soon replaced with another snore.

It was time to slide off her panties and stockings, Haruka mused. Yet, curiously, as she drifted down to do so, she felt Asuka grab her shoulders. As she turned to greet what she expected to be and angry and awoken Asuka, she instead found herself staring down a lazily agape maw, with more saliva dripping from her lips than a trip to the waterpark.
"H-hey Asuka- MMPH?!" She was unable to even utter a single phrase before her head was engulfed. The feeling of having your face coated with thick, wet strings of drool, being forced down a damp, dark, seemingly endless warm tunnel... It was terrifying. Haruka, however, knew it wasn't endless. The end would be her slim, toned tummy. She buckled hard, flailing her arms about. Even in her sleep, Asuka was able to subdue her easily enough. She just slurped and slurped, not really bothering to taste the sweater clad woman fighting for her life inside her throat.

Haruka's usual hair was now a sorry mess, her trademarked curls smooshed inside her throat. The sounds of her swallowing were deafening, overtaking the internal sounds of her chest. *Grlk... Oomp... Squllk...* Her arms were now useless and bound as they were slurped down, along with her impressive bust being forced down with a squish. How could such a small girl handle swallowing her so easy? There was no way Asuka had ever eaten anyone before, right? Her heels had been lost in the struggle, and kicking felt less than effective at this point. She was being swallowed too quickly to really fight her fate.

Already, Haruka's rump was being squished inside, the throat bulging out with her cheeks. Her legs had long since went limp, as she felt completely humiliated and shamed. Asuka wasn't even being a satisfying predator, there was no teasing or taunting to be savored. Just the sounds of her insides. The now faint swallowing sounds, distant as her head was crammed inside the churning gut. Her heartbeat could be heard somewhat, but the sound was drowned out by the natural sounds of the stomach. The sloshing of the stomach acids as she swallowed, her head splashing them about, as her body was forced to curl inside.

Haruka had the idea of struggling to fish her phone out of her pocket to call for help, but remembered that she had neglected to buy minutes this month. Why hadn't she spent money on something that could save her life right now? Better yet, why hadn't she just went home and ate Yomi's bean-sprouts? She felt her feet pass quickly through Asuka's lips, and join the rest of her body inside with a final gulp. This was it, she knew her fate as a foodstuff was sealed. And now she sat, as immobile as one of her bondage victims. She found the only thing she could move at all were her fingers, stretching Asuka's tight belly ever so slightly.

"Asuka! Asuka-chan!" She attempted to scream, but it was more akin to a whimper. Her chest was tight against her legs, giving her no chance to wake the sleeping beast with her voice. It was hot, tight, and the air inside the hostile organ was thin. She only got a few small gulps of air from the loud snoring still escaping Asuka's smacking lips. What should she do? What *could* she do? She had tied up enough people and laughed at their pathetic squirms to know when it was hopeless. Asuka had accidentally gotten the better of her. Then, she heard *and* felt it. An incredible belch that made the tightness before seem like a walk in the park. All the air inside her foul gut was expelled with a *BRAAAAPppnn*.

Everything was growing dark, the last thought Haruka felt before blacking out was that she was tired... And just like that, the room was once again devoid of sound, save for the occasional light snore from Asuka, and the tepid gurgles of digestion. She shuffled in her sleep, trying to get used to the round orb of flesh that now moved with her. She giggled a bit in her dream, musing that Mr. Sushi Roll was delicious. Mr. Sushi Roll was so filling in her belly... She was gonna get so fat. Her hands patted the much less solid form inside, unconsciously smooshing the once curvaceous girl into a mush of nutrients.

"Bye bye Mr... Nnn, Mr. Sushi Roll..." She mewed out, unaware that a woman's life just ended inside of her. All that was left of Haruka was a fat, gurgling potbelly, dealing with the rest of her muck.

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This was another amazing commission by  voraciousmoga, courtesy of his awesome commission stream. I had a feeling he would enjoy Haruka, and I was correct. I hope to get a post digestion follow up next time he does a stream like this, so look forward to that!

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