Only one week of school is left before summer break. Sam's torment seems to have died off for the time being, but every day you nervously wait for the other shoe to drop. Part of you dreads your friend's reign of terror... but another part of you eagerly awaits her attention. In fact, you almost feel like the dark secret that you share with her has brought the two of you closer together. Like a hidden part of your life that no one knows about except for Sam.
One night, you awaken with a start, certain that something is wrong. You glance at your clock, and the glowing red numbers read 2:00am. Shaken, you reach for the lamp on your bedside table. With a click, a soft yellow light fills the room. You glance over to see if your roommate Stephen is awake. Your heart stops at the sight before you.
Samantha sits on Stephen's bed, her gut bulging and squirming with internal struggles. Wet gurgling screams emanate from within, the strangely muffled sounds suddenly filling your small room. Her shirt is fully unbuttoned, bare breasts resting atop the massively distended globe of her midsection. You open your mouth to speak, but your friend raises her finger to her lips, gesturing for silence. Obediently, you choke back your protest and watch in silence. Her eyes burn into you with a hunger that you've never seen before, the ravenous intensity of her gaze making you want to run and hide. But you sit still, a morbid fascination turning your limbs to stone. You stare transfixed at the writhing shape within her, listening to muffled shrieks of agony as they mix with a chorus of digestive gurgles. Samantha raises an eyebrow suggestively, her eyes flicking to the growing bulge beneath your sheets. You blush slightly, but throw back the covers nonetheless. In a daze, you pull your boxers down around your ankles and kick them away, leaving you naked before the cruel girl that you once called your best friend. Sam's mouth quirks up into a barely perceptible smirk, her fingers tenderly caressing the swollen contours of her gut. Your heart jack-hammers in your chest, but you slowly reach your hand down to grip the swollen shaft of your erection. Swallowing nervously, you begin to pump your hand up and down, your gaze fixed on the pale flesh of Sam's belly as you pleasure yourself. You feel Samantha's eyes on you as you masturbate, amusement written plainly across her features as she idly toys with her nipples.
It doesn't take long for you to climax. This is the kind of thing you once fantasized about... your friend's heaving breasts bared before you, a meal fighting for survival in her belly, the unspoken promise of your own gruesome death at her hands. But the perverse reality of your situation makes everything so much more intense... fear and arousal now mix until the two are indistinguishable from one another. You shudder as you cum, squirting onto your hand and stomach. Sam nods in approval and rises to her feet with some effort. Her gut wobbles and jiggles as she gains her footing, the screams within momentarily choked into a bubbling groan as the contents of her belly shift. Your friend saunters over to you, swaying her hips with surprising adeptness as she walks. Her gaze still locked with your own, she takes your hand and places it on her stomach. Beneath the soft flesh of her gut, you feel feeble movements within. Experimentally, you wiggle your fingers and push in. The form within gives slightly, and Stephen lets out a choked cry of agony. Without a word passing between you, you know what Samantha wants you to do. Her eyes sparkle wickedly as she smirks down at you, waiting for you to act. You quiver slightly at the thought of what you're about to do, your stomach in knots. Closing your eyes tightly, you push harder against your friend's gut. The shape in her belly caves in with a sickening squish, but your roommate’s gurgling shrieks continue. You hesitate for a second, and then push harder. This time, a wet crunch accompanies the squishing sound, and the form within goes still. You open your eyes to meet Sam's triumphant gaze, your face burning with shame. She tenderly strokes your cheek and winks at you before leaving your room as silently as she entered.
In an instant, you find yourself sitting alone and naked in your dorm-room, your hands shaking uncontrollably, silence pressing in around you. You're alone. And alive. This time at least.
