You’re limbs feel like blocks of ice as you scramble backwards, almost crab walking until you back yourself into the wall. She follows you slowly, swaying her hips, her hands massaging her sides as Jack’s hands strain against the outer ring of her navel until he manages to squeeze his face out. Rather than gasp for air, he pants weakly, sweat glistening on his flushed cheeks.


The image is so alien that you can barely process it all at once. Instead, your mind tries to separate it into two parts. Part one, is the woman standing over you, menacing you with her almost supernatural beauty. Part two is your room mate, desperately attempting to squeeze himself out of some fleshy tube that just so happens to reside in the middle of the beautiful woman’s stomach.


You try to hold these two things apart, but she gets closer and pushes her belly with Jack’s face protruding from it, out towards you. Jack is staring at you. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes and your body shakes. His eyes are bulging, bloodshot and look as though they could pop out from the sheer terror he must be experiencing. She holds the bulge he’s making with both hands, cradling his face.


“Is this who you were looking for?” she asks you.


Her tone is teasingly casual, as though consuming someone alive were something she did every day after lunch. Jack opens his mouth, lips shaking as he strains to get words out.


“H...help….m….me,” he chokes out, “Help me!”


His voice gets stronger and he winces, fingers reasserting their grip along the edge of her belly button as he tries to push his face further through the opening, but she giggles, taking a deep breath that causes her stomach to pull him back in just an inch or so. Her belly button hugs tightly around his face, slipping back down over his forehead and squishing his hands against his cheeks.


“Oh, is this not him?” she asks you with a predatory smirk, “Well that’s too bad. I guess I’ll just put him away then.”


“Please! H...help me!” he cries out to you, “No...noooo! She keeps squeezing! She won’t stop! She’s gonna crush me to death! She doesn’t care if I die! She doesn’t care!”


“Aww...that’s not true, Jack,” she says sympathetically, “I would never hurt you.”


Even as she says the words you watch her take another deep breath, her rib cage lifting as her belly button pulls him in deeper and he screams. You want to say something, but you’re shaking so badly that you can’t manage a word, until finally you stutter out.


“J...J...Jesus, C...Christ!”

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