Move-in Day- evening:
When Ashley first arrived at Greenlands, she thought it was going to be the best day of her life. Instead, she allowed her boyfriend to be digested by her roommate Kimberly, then went on to become friends with Kimberly and agreed to help her eat their orientation group. However, in the process of bonding with Kimberly she slipped right into her mouth and eventually into her stomach. Then Kimberly betrayed her and chose to let her stay there, and now she was tightly packed in with the rest of the orientation group waiting on Kimberly’s stomach acids to rise.
 
 
Ashley was lucky enough to end up near the top of the pile, where she talked with Sam- the newest edition to Kimberly. They tried to distract themselves from the fact that they were in a stomach, but the lack of light, loud churning noises, intolerable heat and smell, as well as feeling the world move when Kimberly did made reality hard to not notice. Johnny and Sam’s twin sister were at the bottom of the pile, and were both near the end of their losing battle with the acid that slowly but surely moved upwards. Part of Ashley dreaded the acid, but part of her knew it getting to her was inevitable and would rather it be quick about it.
 
 
Ashley wished she would have just gotten in Kimberly’s mouth when Christian was still in her stomach instead of giving her a belly rub and letting him digest on his own. At least then it would be less crowded. Ashley began to envy Christian for getting Kimberly’s whole stomach to himself. From listening to clues as to what was going on in the outside world, Ashley could tell Kimberly was arriving at the party they were supposed to go to together. Ashley had been dreading this moment, knowing that her already crowded world was going to get a whole lot denser.
Specifically Ashley could hear music and voices. She picked out a brief part of Kimberly’s conversation:
 
 
Other: “How is your belly that big? I’ve seen pregnant but that’s a lot?”
 
 
Kimberly: “I just ate a lot of food today. Don’t worry about it.”
 
 
Sam, having still not accepted her fate, tried to yell back at her, “We aren’t food we’re people. Let us out or we’ll give you indigestion.”
 
 
Kimberly then casually slipped a response to this into her conversation with the guy who seemed interested in her belly size. “Oh I eat like this all the time, this is a bit more than usual so I’m worried about some possible indigestion but that’s really not a huge deal, anyways” she then raised her voice excitedly, “Who wants to see how much alcohol this belly can take?”
 
 
Muffled words of excitement came from multiple people, and Kimberly trotted to a new area, causing her stomach to bounce. Ashley was excited that Kimberly was drinking due to two hopes: That the liquid would cool her down and that it might make her throw up. The second one was unlikely, but Ashley knew she wasn’t going to force or talk her way out, so the only hope was on an external force inducing vomit, but even this hope was predicated on unproven assumptions that Kimberly’s esophagus can accommodate a person going up and that Kimberly wouldn’t just gulp back down any human that started to come up. Ashley knew it wasn’t going to happen, but at least it was close to a way she could exit Kimberly in living condition. Ashley for a long time held a belief that she didn’t care what happened to her body after she died, but the premise of her body being blended with four strangers for nutrient soup was bothersome. She held onto the fact that it’s at least nutrient soup for someone she likes.
 
 
Ashley had done a lot of thought on whether she liked Kimberly still, and came to the conclusion that she did because Kimberly tried her best to not eat her and showed some degree of remorse. Ashley felt that she was the first person to be in Kimberly’s stomach that Kimberly did not want to be there, making her unlike the stream of cool liquid that showered Ashley and the others, the first welcome thing to happen to any of them in their respective stays inside Kimberly.
 
 
Once the liquid started coming in it kept coming for a while. As high quantities of alcohol, ranging in strength from seltzer to vodka continued to flow into Kimberly’s stomach, getting dumped directly onto Ashley’s head. Ashley would normally be mad at her hair being wet and sticky, but she had bigger concerns such as Johnny and Kim being too weakened to get their heads above the liquid line as it rose and violently sloshed around. Kimberly’s first two victims were finalized and now all the rest could do was wait.
 
 
As for the remaining three, the guy who’s name Ashley didn’t know but was partially responsible for Ashley being in there seemed to just be relaxing and Sam didn’t notice the fate of her sister as she continued kicking at Kimberly’s stomach lining. Ashley was moderately annoyed by Sam’s yelling and flailing, but admired her persistence in trying to fight against Kimberly. Trying being a key modifier, as Kimberly’s stomach showed no signs that the alcohol or struggling bothered it. Ashley hadn’t accepted her fate either, she had just given up. She knew there was nothing she could do to get out, but had a random but growing feeling that there was going to be some sort of miracle. Ashley stayed quiet as Sam kept bugging her to help fight. She wanted to hear as much of the surrounding as possible so she could hear any indication help was coming.
 
 
Help was not coming, what was coming was food. Food meaning a mix of actual food not in any way chewed and sometimes in packaging or an entire turkey and objects that were usually not food, but were nevertheless in Kimberly’s stomach. This ranged from old jackets and pillows to kitchen supplies. It became clear by the noise around her that she had fans. The more items introduced to the stomach, the more cramped Ashley became.
 
 
The night continued and the acid rose until Ashley was at the top of a shrinking island of stomach mush with a sea of acid. Ashley grabbed onto it to resist the erratic movements but was running out of space. Meanwhile Kimberly was losing attention as people were leaving to smaller afterparties or to sleep, or doing something else in the party. Before the party could shrink further, Kimberly approached two girls that were trying to leave.
 
 
Kimberly’s stomach moved down rapidly when Ashley wasn’t expecting it, knocking her into the acid. Ashley treaded in the thick acid frantically, surprisingly not being in too much pain. Despite this, Ashley continued to struggle to climb back on the island, but it fell apart. This was it, Ashley had no lifeline. Before she could accept this, she heard two female voices yelling from above, simultaneously being deposited into the mess with her, before the stomach rised quickly to it’s previous altitude. “What the hell just happened?” one of them yelled.
 
 
Ashley grudgingly said, “You have been swallowed and now you get to be digested with me. You can try and escape if you want.”
 
 
“Well, maybe she can’t digest us.”
 
 
“Tell that to the other people she ate.”
 
 
The other one quietly responded, “Are there other people here?”
 
 
“Not anymore.”
 
 
Next thing they knew another person entered, then another, then another group of two at a time. As more people entered and struggled Ashley found herself struggling to keep her head above the acid and in pain from the pressure of the people above her. Eventually, the mass grew too strong and Ashley took a deep breath of rancid air and passed out.
 
 
The next day(Kimberly’s perspective)- Kimberly woke up lying on the floor, her head back and neck hurting like hell. She turned her head to the side and looked at her watch, it was already afternoon. She then noticed ripped fabric on the floor beside her. She then looked in front of her and saw her fully exposed breasts that expanded in size significantly and presumably burst through the fabric. Feeling the air, she then realized she was entirely naked and her whole body felt larger. She slowly got up, “Ugh. *Urp* how much did I eat?”
 
 
She walked to the nearest bathroom in search of a mirror, and found it with each step a struggle. She looked at herself and scorned. She heard of people letting themselves go in college but she managed to speedrun it. She could try fasting from people but her move in day experience showed that her hunger was always going to win. Kimberly also felt bad about Ashley. She’d eaten people she knew before but she never ate someone one accident. This was enough to humanize her in Kimberly’s eyes. She began to feel some level of sympathy and remorse for what she had done but the feelings were very quickly interrupted by a groan coming from inside her.
 
 
“Wow, still got a survivor do we. Don’t get your hopes up.”
 
 
To Kimberly’s surprise Ashley’s coherent and familiar voice responded, “I don’t know if it’s me or you but you haven’t even burned me. And I know I’ve asked this before but now I’m the only one here can you let me out?”
“I don’t know how you’re still in there but I’ll try!”
 
 
Kimberly stuck her hand down her throat to try and induce a gag reflex but her throat wasn’t bothered. After quick thought she decided that made sense. She considered trying to drink something but thought about all the alcohol and cell phone batteries she consumed the night prior without a stomach ache. Nonenthuisatically, Kimberly told Ashley, “well I actually don’t think I can.”
 
 
This angered Ashley, “Get medical help or something, it’s gross in here.”
 
 
“I’d really like to do that but I don’t want to be studied the rest of my life or turned to authorities.”
 
 
“But I need to get out.”
 
 
“You have every right to be mad at me, but unless I think of something else you are stuck there.”
 
 
Ashley started flailing, “But I have things to do!”
 
 
Keeping calm Kimberly gently patted her belly as if trying to get Ashley to calm down, “We're both very lucky that you are still alive, but no one's life gets better after I swallow them. I will do what I can to get you comfortable in there.”
 
 
“Can we at least try a rope?”
 
 
Kimberly thought the rope idea was good, but came up with a better one. With Ashley inside of her at least something will be in her stomach, and Ashley can function as a voice only Kimberly can hear. Therefore, Ashley could be a valuable tool to reducing Kimberly’s calorie intake. When Kimberly proposed the idea of Ashley staying put and acting as a fitness and diet coach, Ashley first rejected before realizing she had no leverage to negotiate with and begrudgingly accepted.
 
 
With that, Kimberly ordered some larger clothes for next day delivery and a same day delivery of high-fiber foods to the house she was in and went about a relaxing day as Ashely sulked and struggled to find a comfortable position. To Kimberly’s credit, she tried to accommodate Ashley, drinking water to cool off her belly and holding her belly when she moved to limit swaying.
 
 
Much like most kind things Kimberly did, this was quickly abandoned when the opportunity for food presented itself. When the grocery delivery driver knocked on the door and Kimberly realized she was in no state to accept the delivery, she sprinted at the door, pulled in the driver and scarfed him down with the bags. Only when she took her last swallow did she realize the driver was probably going to just leave the bags in front of the door.
 
 
“I thought you were going to slow down with this,” Ashley complained.
 
 
“Oh I never said I was going to slow down, I just said you are going to try and slow me down.”