Over Before it Started
 
 
When Emily arrived at the fancy restaurant she knew she wouldn't be able to pay for any meal herself.
 
The blonde's eyes darted from one place to another as she searched with bated breath, until she found who she was looking for and was able to sigh in relief. She timidly walked towards the table where a gorgeous brunette stared at her with fierce eyes and a faint smile.
 
"Hi! I'm Emily Johnson! You're..."
 
"Camilla Ricci, in the flesh. It's a pleasure to finally meet you personally, Emily. I must say though, you look even better in person than in the pictures. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable!"
 
"T-Thanks miss Ricci, I don't even know what to say..." Emily blushed and avoided making eye contact with the voluptuous brunette. Camilla Ricci, THE Camilla Ricci had just complimented her! Emily was so happy she could die, but instead of doing so, she thought it would be more polite to obey the other woman's request.
 
"Don't bother saying anything then, I'm the one who needs to tell you something. Emily, I think you're perfect for our next fashion show."
 
"R-Really?!" Emily was unable to hide her enthusiasm, and her expression was as radiant as the sun. "Oh miss Ricci, I'm so, so grateful! I promise I'll do my best and..."
 
The blonde was silenced by a single hand gesture from the woman sitting opposite her. Ricci's smile grew warmer, and she showed her perfect teeth.
 
"There's just one more thing. You see, I need to get a better idea of your body, understand? So I can decide the perfect clothes for you to wear in the show, of course. You didn't send us any naked pictures, and that's alright, I prefer to analyze our girls up close anyway," Camilla winked at Emily, making her grow even redder than before.
 
She suspected that was coming. Everybody knew that Camilla Ricci was a prolific bissexual lover, and much was spoken about her voracious sexual appetite. It was rumored that for a model to be approved, they had to go through the "casting couch" with the lustful brunette.
 
When Emily Johnson came to New York City from her little, unknown town she came prepared to do whatever was necessary to get this job. She came from a poor family, and didn't have much going for her besides an amazingly pretty face and a perfect sexy body. The blonde never did it with another woman before, but that wouldn't be a deterrent.
 
And as she looked across the table at the woman eyeing her, Emily's work only seemed easier. If the blonde was voluptuous, Camilla was several times more. You don't see hips so wide every day, and few women were so much like a guitar in shape, and Emily betted that she could do some sweet music if she got the chance to play with the brunette's contours and curves.
 
If she wasn't enough of a bombshell already, Camilla was also donning a provocative dress that had no interest in covering her thick thighs, besides having a cleavage so large the brunette's belly button was visible. And for a dress with such scarce fabric, it probably was more expensive than most people's cars and houses.
 
For Camilla Ricci was very, very rich. Her fashion brand, 𝑄𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐻, had made a fortune and was known all over the world, although only a few were able to acquire their products. Their fashion shows were also pretty famous, and they were above all else, a display of power.
 
Power. That word was a synonym to Camilla Ricci's name. The brunette had every sort of power imaginable, be it monetary, corporative, psychological or just raw sexual power. Her hobby was playing with people's hearts and lives, and that was pretty easy considering she could dominate almost anyone with a single look or gesture and turn them into her slave. No wonder she was surrounded by asslickers, both metaphorical and literal ones.
 
Just by sitting opposite her, Emily could feel Camilla's power overflowing and engulfing her, much like her huge boobs were overflowing from her scandalous cleavage. If Camilla ordered the blonde to cum right there on the spot, or start eating the brunette's panties while the whole restaurant watched, she would do it without thinking twice.
 
"Let's dine first, then I'll give you my adress. Tomorrow we'll...get to know each other more intimately."
 
Emily shook her head positively. All she wanted to eat now was something between Camilla's shapely legs, but she wouldn't refuse a free meal at such an expensive restaurant.
 
Food was the best she ever had and wine was good beyond her wildest dreams. Camilla made for a charming companion, although Emily could feel that bellow her polite and charismatic exterior was a hedonistic beast hungry for her body.
 
When she arrived at the cheap hotel room, Emily looked at her own face in the bathroom mirror. She was quite rosy due to the wine, and a silly smile refused to leave her lips. She forced herself to belch so she wouldn't go to sleep with a bloated stomach and a sour yet sweet smell filled the bathroom.
 
Later that night Emily went to sleep and wondered if she had fallen in love with Camilla. She hoped she hadn't, but most people can't really control this type of feeling. The blonde fell asleep with a belly filled with tasty expensive food and a future filled with opportunities.
 
 
 
...
 
 
Emily's jaw dropped when she arrived at the adress Carmilla had given her. Would they even let her inside this expensive building?
 
Luckily, they did. Camilla had told the staff that Emily was coming, and all the blonde needed to do now was to find the other woman's apartment. She walked around meekly, knowing she was in a place where only rich people lived. The people she came across looked at her with such disdain that Emily felt like giving up.
 
But she was brave and kept going, until she found a door with the number Camilla had given her. She stood before that door without moving a muscle or uttering a word for God only knows how long. Was she afraid? Or was it something else? Already blushing, Emily meekly knocked on the door, barely making any sound.
 
There was no answer, but the blonde could hear sounds coming from beyond that entryway to the lair of the black-haired seductress. They sounded like...farts?
 
Emily grew even redder. She must have come at a bad time. That cacophony brought back memories from when Emily tried Mexican food for the first time. Perhaps Camilla was going through a similar ordeal?
 
The blonde girl waited until the noises subsided a little and dared to knock again, considerably louder this time. Now, there was an answer.
 
"Coming!" An annoyed male voice answered her knocks. Wait, a male voice?
 
There was the sound of a toilet being flushed and someone muttering. Emily tried to process what was happening when the door suddenly opened, and her eyes widdened.
 
Standing on the threshold was an average enough looking man, a bit on the bulky side, shirtless but luckily wearing pants, although those were unzipped. But Emily's eyes were atracted directly to his mid-section, for protruding from there was the most grotesque potbelly she had ever seen. It hanged forward, bloated and obscene, with a perfect roundness almost identical to a pregnant woman's belly.
 
But Emily had never seen a pregnant woman with a belly so swollen before, and she highly doubted that the shirtless man was pregnant. Besides all that, loud disgusting noises came from his distended gut, glorps and sloshes that sounded both satisfied and painful.
 
"Uh? Who the hell are you?" The man asked, looking a bit tired.
 
That was exactly what the blonde wanted to ask him, but had enough self control to say something else:
 
"M-Miss Ricci gave me this adress. Sorry, it must be a mistake..."
 
"I see, you're one of her bitches! Sorry hot stuff, but 'Miss Ricci' won't be able to see you today. Or ever. I was just dumping another batch of her when you knocked. Not gonna lie, eating a woman with as much meat as her is no joke. Even after going to the toilet some times already, there's still plenty of her in me," The man smacked his belly suggestively, and it made a wet drum-like sound. "Next time I go the bathroom though I'll finally get completely rid of this bitch."
 
Emily didn't say anything. She couldn't understand what the fuck was going on, her brain unable to process what the man was saying. Where was Camilla? What was going on? She wanted to cry, and that belly...there was something awfully wrong with it's rapacious meatiness.
 
"You know what? You came just at the right time. I'm feeling a bit empty inside now, if you know what I mean, and I could go for some dessert. Come right in, I'll show you to where that hoe Camilla went."
 
An almost hypnotized Emily obeyed. This was all too surreal to be true. She must be dreaming, or having a nightmare, still lying on her uncomfortable bed in the cheap hotel room. The man closed the door.
 
When he grabbed Emily by the hair, she finally understood what was going on, but it was too late to scream. The blonde saw his maw opening and felt his warm breath on her face. She would meet with Miss Ricci one way or another.
 
 
...
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙪𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙥!
 
A raunchy, powerful belch escaped Brian's lips as he sat at Camilla's bed, his massive belly shaking and sloshing like a balloon filled with water.
 
"Phew, you're not Camilla, but you've got some meat in ya, girl," Brian rubbed his hairy gut, pretty much satisfied. "Thanks for passing by, I needed that!"
 
Inside his body, Emily cried and fought against a hot, dark and dank prison. How the well did she end up there?! She still couldn't understand. Brian, on the other hand, understood that the stupid blonde he just swallowed was dessert, and that was all that mattered.
 
He thought that Camilla was the only hottie on the menu after he broke in her apartament the previous night and devoured her alive, scarfing the socialite down like one huge piece of meat. They had had a history together, and she had broken his heart. She had also ruined his life and laughed at him over it, so for Brian his vengeance was more than justified.
 
Eating his juicy morsel was quite easy considering she arrived home with her own belly filled and a bit tipsy from the one. Like an anaconda after a gigantic meal, Brian grew sleepy and laid on her victim's kingsize bed, where he snored and digested her all night, unaware and uncaring for her cries and pleas for mercy. Satisfied belches came from his mouth even while unconscious, but when he woke up he still had plenty of gas release.
 
Soon he also had something more solid to release, and so Brian spent the whole day shitting out Camilla in separate portions. That was, until dessert arrived, prompting him to fill his belly once again and get rid of an eye-witness at the same time.
 
Poor Emily had nothing to do with Brian's vendetta, but one could say that she got caught in the crossfire. He had nothing against her, but she was at the right place at the right time to become a meal. And just when her life was about to turn out for the better! Emily's cries turned into intense sobbing and incoherent pleading.
 
Brian was getting a boner from feeling so full once again, so he took his cock out of his pants to get more comfortable. It grew until it touched his belly, and Emily's intense movements massaged it.
 
"Now that's a king's life," He sighed happily, before burping crassly again, a deep, manly burp. He smacked his belly sending ripples over it's surface. "Tasty bitch."
 
Soon enough, a thundering fart escaped the man's backside. Emily's body might have helped push what was left of Camilla through his bowels. After some good time trying to get up from bed and finding it quite difficult, the greedy, bloated man achieved his goal.
 
Another fart rushed out of him, long and airy, and Brian waddled to the bathroom as fast as he could and as awkward as an elephant. Letting himself fall on the toilet seat (with a loud noise, of course) Brian farted again, but this time he forced it to evolve into something more intense.
 
Emily could feel and hear Brian dumping out Camilla's last remains, and this took a huge toll on her mind. She despaired, for she knew this was to be her fate. Outside, Brian farted and belched at the same time as he pushed the last of the rich woman out of his sphincter.
 
"Now that felt fucking good!" He chuckled. Emily's growing despair made him harder. "Now you're in your place, Camilla. But don't worry, your blonde friend will be joining you soon enough."
 
He grabbed his belly, trying to grab some part of the sexy woman inside it. Emily squealed pathetically, to Brian's amusement. Eating one of Camilla's bitches was like extending his revenge even further, but the fact that Emily was so naive made it even more satisfying for the predator. Brian cleaned himself and flushed all that was left of Camilla. It was relieving to know that she was finally gone.
 
Inside the caustic flesh prison, Emily couldn't hold in her sobs and tears, no matter how much she tried to tell herself that this was just a nightmare. It was all so ridiculous: a human being managing to swallow another alive and digesting them! Although absurd, that happened to her when she least expected it.
 
Of course it was a nightmare. It had to be. But if it was so, why was she despairing and trembling? Why did the gastric stenches pierce her nostrils with such intensity? Why was the unbearable heat so real, the stinging pain so sweltering? Emily's mind was in denial, but the blonde had already subconsciously accepted that hell as real, and was desperate to escape it.
 
Not long after the last remains of Camilla Ricci went down the drain, Brian's gastric juices began to arise. Emily had little to no breathable air by this point, and her body ached. Before passing out, she begged for freedom one last time, but the man who had devoured her could barely hear it beneath the loud satisfied gurgles from his belly.
 
 
𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾-𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾-𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾
 
Soon Brian's belly began to slowly but surely shrink, and as it did so, his stomach mercilessly cracked and crushed any resistance it found. If there was any doubt before if Emily was gone or not, now it was obvious.
 
"Hm, this blonde bitch lasted even less than Camilla. She either has worse quality meat or my stomach is getting good at this!" He rubbed his gut proudly, pressing it to help his belly to break down what was left of Emily. He could actually feel something inside him getting less solid as he pressed. "Shit, this feels fucking good..."
 
A nasty belch escaped his lips as he pressed, and he almost puked. It tasted weird and smelled funky, but he felt a little less bloated and sick after letting it out. In a few minutes his belly was uniformly round, so Brian knew that Emily was finally formless, nutrient-rich soup just waiting to ooze and squeeze through his awaiting bowels.
 
"Dessert was great. I made the right choice coming today of all days to have my reveng𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙋!" Brian belched loudly, and something slimy and half-digested came flying from his mouth. Picking it up carefully, he saw that it was Emily's sexy black lingerie and highly corroded, almost amorphous hosiery. He whistled mockingly. "Whoever this slut was, she was prepared for some fun! Poor Camilla would have loved seeing her wearing those. Oh, well."
 
The predator tossed the discarded clothing aside, planning to throw it in the trash later. He could save it as a trophy, but his acids didn't let much to be admired. Besides, he had other things in his mind now.
 
 
𝙋𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏!
 
 
"You want out already?! Damn girl, you went through me fast, didn't you? I'll probably just need two sittings to get rid of you, so at least you won't give me trouble like our late girlfriend."
 
Having said that, Brian returned to his "throne" and promptly released the first batch of fresh Emily-made manure. The toilet was starting to clog by now, and would definitely be ruined once the second and last batch of the blonde came out, but Brian couldn't care less. The toilet wasn't his anyway.
 
He came out of the bathroom tired and just slightly frustrated that this wasn't going to be his last trip there today. A bit of Emily-soup was still making the trip to and through his bowels.
 
Nevertheless, Brian was satisfied. Turns out revenge is a dish best served in duo.