Christie's Indegestion by Gimlet

Christie’s Indegestion by Gimlet

Part I - Not Food!

Miranda has always had trouble with her love life, but bumping into Christie gets her a whole new set of problems.

Miranda panted, darting along the boardwalk, glancing occasionally over her shoulder. She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, her pursuer hot on her trail. Finally, dodging around a corner, she saw a bookshop door and darted inside, ducking down behind the window sill.

Peering around the edge of the door she saw Harry run past, giftbox still in his hand, little pink bow flapping in the wind as he ran.

“MIRANDA! Come back, I love you!”

“Ungh!” She grunted, once she was sure he was gone. “Boys.”

She stood up, her chest barely reaching over the window sill itself. Yeah, she was short. As in not much over four foot tall short. She was what was generally called a ‘short stack’ and… well, generous in proportion once she’d hit fifteen. Now, in her senior year, she found way WAY too many guys like short, well proportioned girls.

It was just a shame she didn’t like guys… and was too timid to tell them that!

“I hate my life.” she muttered, heading into the back of the bookshop. She might as well check it out while she was here. Couldn’t be worse than that ‘date’ that had been sort of forced on her by her so called friend. Why the hell couldn’t she just say no? At least until it was way way too late and she ended up running or hurting someone’s feelings.

Miranda had always felt… off. And it wasn’t just the whole ‘Lesbian’ thing. She’d figured that out a long time ago. No, it was more… well, she’d always been a good swimmer, and the coach had frankly marveled at how long she lasted underwater. She’d never really been under long enough to feel short of breath. Unfortunately her latest ‘date’ had been on the swim team and… well, his chat up lines had been unfortunate. She had put up with Harry at first, hoping he’d take the hint and leave her be from her ignoring him. But… no. And his comments, about her cuteness, her stamina on the team… it all felt so… fake. Then Gwen talking her into having an actual date… ungh!

He just wanted to get in her pants! God she was just so fed up with boys!

“Oh, excuse me.” Came a girl’s voice from the next isle over. Miranda froze. She’d thought she was alone in here bar the proprietor.

“Hey!” Came a another girl’s voice, deeper in tone, richer somehow and incredibly sexy. By the annoyed growl from the new voice there was something awkward happening over there between those two. Ungh, she didn’t want to deal with any more shit today. Probably best to get out of here.

She leaned against the bookcase, trying to control her breathing. There was an audible gurgle from over the isle, and a groan from the deeper voiced girl.

“I… ungh…. damn it. Knew I shouldn’t have skipped lunch.” Came the dispirited sigh. Then a thump, a feminine cry of shock, and then a weird sound, like something heavy falling in jello.

“Huh?” Miranda said, as that odd sound had a repeating echo. It almost sounded like… gulping.

For a moment she hesitated, but she was… curious. What in the world? Slowly she edged around the book isle, peered around the corner and… froze. Her jaw dropped as she saw two cute kicking legs descending into… a mouth. A stunningly gorgeous, tall woman was there, looking really frustrated, and was apparently, somehow, eating the other girl whole!

Miranda couldn’t take her eyes off the scene as those wide stretched, sexy lips slid up the girl, skirt folding away quickly, lips slicking down shaved legs as they kicked, the giant bulge protruding out from under the fuzzy pink top the girl had on, which was stretched incredibly tightly across two massive breasts. Now she couldn’t take her eyes off those either. She gulped, watching as twitching sandals slid between those lips and the girl gulped, then frowned.

“Damn it! I can’t control myself for one damned…” Then the girl’s eyes met Miranda’s and went wide.

A cold chill ran down Miranda’s spine at the look that followed, a sad, pained look as she the tall girl strode up to her, laying a hand gently on Miranda’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “But… I can’t…”

Miranda heard a growl, and looking down saw the girl’s massive person shaped gut quiver, clenching visibly on it’s meal. She looked up at the predatorial girl, who she noticed was blonde, with long flowing hair cascading down her back in shimmering… Miranda shook her head, trying to clear it. Not the time! She saw the… gorgeous girl before her, staring down in the familiar stance of being so much taller (Like everyone she knew).

A second hand came to her other shoulder, both held very tightly. The girl licked her lips.

“N… no!” Miranda whispered, before seeing the girl’s maw open wide before her.

Why. She meets a gorgeous girl and she…

There was a huge wet slap and the sound of the world around her vanished with an echoing wet plop, along with most of the light. Miranda blinked, vaguely seeing red in the dark. Wet, moist flesh pressed against her face, enveloping her whole head!

‘Oh no!’ was all the time she had to think before the moist tongue pressed upwards and there was a heavy shove from the hands on her shoulders, pushing her head into an incredibly tight, wet passage.

Miranda gasped as she squeezed inexorably into the throat, the woman’s hands sliding down her body, cupping her butt, and making her blush intensely, even as the girl used the purchase to heave up, driving her shoulders into that mouth and lifting her feet from the ground. It happened incredibly quickly, and she abruptly felt herself packed into the tight throat, lips and tongue squeezing her chest.

This was… was…. Ahhh! She was in heaven and hell! A cute girl was fondling her ass, her tongue all over her chest, moist flesh pressing to her face and lips, yet she was also being EATEN ALIVE!

It was… happening oh so quickly. Her ears echoed with gulps, liquid squelches as she oozed down the throat. Wincing and also finding herself incredibly aroused, she felt her chest squished into the throat to join her as…

Bump!

Being jammed through a tight hole she clonked heads with something. She was about to shout at what was going on… when lips slid over her hips, and a tongue jammed between her legs.

“EEEEEEEEE!” she gasped, a silly grin on her face in spite of herself as she was shoved in alongside whatever she’d hit. Unfortunately the predator was just using her tongue to hasten the meal, pushing her down, and it didn’t last.

Unfortunately? What the hell was she thinking?!?

Tightness, pressure, darkness. If she wasn’t terrified for her life she might actually like this. Sound was muffled from outside, even as her feet slid in between those lips. Those luscious lips she’s seen just… oh god.

Huge gulps shoved her down, curling her up, jamming her against the obstruction down here… which objected loudly.

“Wha?” She gasped, as she fully entered… the stomach. She’d been eaten, which meant… this was the girl who’d been eaten first? “Shit.” She muttered, feeling the fabric on the back of the girl’s blouse pressing to her chest. This was… embarrassing!

The girl was facing away from her, just sobbing which she understood, her own tiny body crammed around the girl’s back, almost being forced to hug her from behind.

This was insane. Just totally…

“UUUUUURRRP!”

Abruptly the world got incredibly TIGHT! Her chin smacked into the girl’s shoulder, her legs, drawn up as they were, jammed in on either side of the snivelling fellow meal, her hips pressing the small of her back. Both of them grunted, their breath leaving them as they were squeezed in tightly. Flesh heaved all over her back, on the outside of her arms and legs, and on her rump. It was like a huge, warm, wet vise.

“Eep!” she managed weakly, barely able to say anything.

From outside there was a growl, no, not from outside, it reverberated around her. That was Christie talking!

“Goddamn idiot hunger!” The woman muttered to herself with a sniffle, then Miranda heard faint beeping. Shortly afterwards the girl continued, but with less anger in her voice. “Hey, Lilly? I… did it again. Can you come pick me up? I think this bookstore has a backdoor…. Yeah yeah, I know…. it’s the… uh, I think the one on the side street. The one that branches off main street next to the CVS…. Yeah yeah. You don’t have to rub it in… oh ha ha. Look, just come and pick me up, alright?”

There was a gurgle around her, and an odd clenching sensation in a ripple everywhere.

“Um… two…. Don’t shout! Look, I just need some help home, then I guess I’ll just have to wait to digest… Yes, I know… I’m sorry this is going to ruin your weekend!”

Miranda gulped.

Digest? Shit!

Her world rocked, as tightly packed as it was, as the woman somehow managed to walk with two whole people inside her. OK, maybe one and a half considering Miranda’s size.

Miranda was… wrought. She’d been eaten alive and… would die soon. She… but it…

It actually felt nice in here. Especially feeling herself forced to hug the girl in front of her.

Then a sobbing came from in front of her again. This reminded her that the girl definitely didn’t want to be hugged by her, let alone eaten. Not that she… did… well…. it had felt wonderful. A sad shiver ran through her. She oscillated between fear and passion, her head dizzy as she tried to come to terms with what just happened. How the hell could someone just eat them like..

“UNGH!” Echoed loudly around them.

Miranda grunted as the stomach heaved even tighter about the pair, squeezing them together. Damn the girl in here was bony! Miranda’s thighs were crushed against her side awkwardly. Another burp squeezed out what little air was left in here and she was basically pasted on her back and around her. It was very uncomfortable! Nice, but uncomfortable.

She did feel sleepy. Probably the lack of air. That was when she realized the girl in front of her had stopped moving a little while ago. There was a different squeeze around her, what felt like a hand jamming in her side, her being pressed tight, wetness squishing up around her hips, sloshing.

“Ooooh, dizzy.” She grunted. Not enough room in here, not enough air.

Slowly the world faded to black as the sounds of a car door came from outside, her world getting tighter and tighter.

“What do you mean you aren’t hungry?”

The words percolated through her brain as Miranda slowly blinked. Blackness swirled in front of her. No, not black, a deep dark red. She shook her head, feeling a wet goop coating her hair. What the hell?

“Shut up Lilly! I’m not ALWAYS hungry. Besides, still got to work some of this off.” Said the woman outside… around her! She remembered!

Oh god she’d been eaten alive!

There was a slap against her, and a meaty slosh echoed everywhere. Goopy mess splashed against her face and she spat. Ungh! That was disgusting. She tipped her head back, but there was barely any air in here. She was basically jammed in this little sack barely bigger than her, mostly filled with this thick, soupy… whatever it was. She felt little bits of solid mass bump into her, floating in the mix. Then there was a shake, a squeeze, and the air pocket abruptly vanished.

“UUUURP!”

Miranda gasped, and barely managed to stop any of that horrible mess getting in her mouth. She could feel the ridges of the chamber around her squeezing in on her thighs and forcing her knees against her chest…. wait what? She was naked! Her eyes shot wide, and she regretted it instantly, irritably blinking that goop out of her vision. She clenched them tight, then heard a slurp above, and something wet splashed down, along with a tiny pocket of air. She leaned back and pressed her lips to it, taking it in in one gulp.

Fresh air! Bliss!

Smack “Mmm, could you get me another orange juice Lilly?”

“Want to wash them down do you?” Came the annoyed voice of another girl. Presumably Lilly.

“Oh shut up. I’m just thirsty.”

“Seriously Christie, why the hell can’t you just keep a handle on your hunger? One of these days someone is going find out.”

“It’s just the smell, and… they tasted really nice.” Christie said with a sad sigh. “I really wish I could get a handle on this! I never even got to buy a book!”

Another sigh was all that came from Christie’s friend as she went away. Shortly afterwards there was a clink, then a slurp, and juice poured on Miranda’s face in little splashes, mixed with tiny bubbles of air. Delicious, sweet, fresh air!

She hastily breathed them in, then exhaled. At least her face was in ‘air,’ as stale as it was now that she’d breathed it. That was something. But… wait, if she was still eaten where was the girl that had been in here? She felt something rub against her back in the goop around her. Felt like a… bone?

Her eyes went wide. Shit! She’d been… digested around her? Probably along with Miranda’s clothes. Wait… that meant this goop was…. her? She felt green, wanting to throw up, but… then there’d be no air left likely. Oh god! This was a nightmare.

She quivered in her warm wet prison of flesh as Christie sighed. As her and Lilly chatted calmly, one with a WHOLE WOMAN IN THEIR GUT she found out they were sisters, not friends, and that Christie apparently felt the burning desire to eat people on a regular basis, despite not wanting to kill them. But her ‘second meal’ she’d had? That was just… well if anyone found out Christie’d be in trouble. So anyone sees Christie eat someone? They get eaten too.

Like her.

Christie seemed sad about it, but accepting. It apparently helped that people were delicious. Miranda blinked in the gloom and had to disagree. The girl in here was disgusting all around her. Maybe Christie would change her mind if she had to sit in this stuff!

Lilly left to go to the mall, leaving Christie at the dinner table, still not hungry. Miranda wasn’t surprised. She’d eaten two people after all. How could Lilly expect her to be hungry after that?

But during this the… remnants, of the other guest of Christie’s stomach left, gurgling down around her, leaving her squeezed even tighter in the empty stomach. It clenched in with an embrace that wasn’t taking no for an answer, but at least Miranda didn’t have to worry about drowning. Amazingly Christie did have something then, a bowl of cereal, and almost out of spite Miranda opened up and ate what came in.

Christie could starve, so there!

It was only a few minutes later that it dawned on her that it hardly mattered. The girl had her meal. Miranda herself!

Except… why hadn’t she digested with that other girl? That was still a horrifying thought, but… how come she was still here?

She was interrupted in her musings by the stomach getting EVEN TIGHTER as Christie grunted, burped lightly, then got up from the table. She walked out, the stomach shaking and gurgling as it clenched on Miranda’s curled up body, then sat down and switched a TV on. Probably in her living room then.

Miranda blinked, alone in the dark moist chasm of Christie’s gut, wondering what the hell she did to deserve this, and trying to avoid thinking of that spark of lust that had fallen on her as she was eaten. And from being squeezed like this.

She still felt… odd about this. Hot. But how was it that she wasn’t dead? Listening to Christie laugh at the comedy show on TV, feeling the firm bumps of Christie’s arms against her curled up body through the stomach, the thump of her heartbeat in her ears, Miranda felt totally lost.

Was she just going to be in here forever? No, Christie would realize she hadn’t digested and throw her up, right? Right? She’d… get out.

Deep inside Christie Miranda’s heart pounded, not sure how to feel about that. She was alone, in the dark, tight, enveloping closeness… it was… what she’d always wanted. A small, quiet place of her own. And what was more she was inside an incredibly cute girl! But… what the hell was she going to do?

Ever since the ‘water’ level had gone down she could speak up. The air was stale, but OK, and she could talk… she just dreaded what would happen when her captor found out her meal was alive!

The comedy show ended and Christie switched to a game show, the raucous sound of a forced audience laugh every now and then a bit annoying, but it was muted. Christie’s stomach was a good insulator. A brittle laugh threatened to escape Miranda’s lips, but she bit her lip. No. Christie can’t know. Mustn’t know!

Maybe… maybe when she goes to sleep she can crawl out? Um…. that sounded… possible. Maybe the stomach would relax a bit then?

A little while later Christie got up, Miranda’s prison not shaking much any more given how tightly it gripped her, and she headed up stairs. From the rustle of fabric and some rather disgusting sounds, Christie had just used the restroom. Ewww!

Whatever it was took way too long and the girl sighed way too much in relief. Must be what was left of the girl who’d… Miranda shuddered in the depths, barely able to move as tightly gripped as she was.

Christie finished, dressed, washed her hands and then headed back downstairs. However before she could sit back down for more TV there was a slam as a door abruptly a burst open and the familiar tones of Lilly came, though this time sounded a little panicked.

“Christie! Aunt Sybil is at the airport! She’ll be here any minute!”

“What?” Miranda felt herself thrown abruptly around as Christie jerked forwards. “No, She can’t see me like this!” She said, and Miranda felt two, firm, powerful hands clasping her hips through the taught skin surrounding her.

“Why haven’t you dealt with that yet?” Lilly said, and Miranda felt a poke in front of her.

“Oh shut up and help me figure out what to do.”

A finger prodded her in the thigh now through the stomach.

“Well… it’s not that much. Maybe we can just squish it up a bit? Doesn’t mom have an old corset from that play?”

Oh god no! Please no! It was tight enough in here as it was!

“I guess.” Christie said with a reluctant sigh. “It’ll have to do until I finish digesting. Damn it!”

Miranda shook once more as Christie raced up stairs, taking them two at a time by the feel of it. How could she run carrying Miranda inside? The shaking, the squishing, the pressure on her whole body in here was getting to her. Her face was flush and she felt her breasts squeezed between her knees, nipples rubbing on the stomach lining. It was hard not to pant!

Abruptly it stopped, Christie breathing hard, the noise echoing around Miranda.

“Help me Lilly!” Christie gasped, Miranda hearing the flutter of clothes coming off.

“I… oh for heaven’s sake.” Came the annoyed response.

“Look, I need you, OK? Just help me with the corset!”

No… no no no no!

Yes, apparently.

Through the stomach lining she felt hands scrabbling at her side and then the pressure slid towards the back behind her, beyond what she could feel, presumably behind Christie’s back. Then the stomach heaved in.

Miranda couldn’t help it and gasped, her breath leaving her as her knees were jammed in against her body tightly, her ribs creaking dangerously. She heard Lilly grunt with effort behind her, the pressure all around her forcing her in tighter. Something bumped against the back of her head, then scraped over her crown, squeezing tightly down past her forehead.

Ribs?

“Ungh… Lilly! Ca… CAREFUL!”

“Sh.. Shut up! This is hard! You really UNGH! need to exercise!”

Miranda felt what little air around her whoosh out of here in a loud reverberating burp, then another, as the world was one warm wet vise of flesh, crushing and heaving, squeezing her like never before. She felt like her bones would break. Her hips felt like they were being ground into something, pressing into a cup like formation, pressing in, tighter, tighter.

“There!” Gasped Lilly. “That’s as good as it’s gonna get.”

“Ungh! I look so… thick!”

“Well, at least you don’t look like you ate someone.” Lilly said, then more softly.

“Yeah yeah. Damn. This is uncomfortable! BURRRP! Ooh, never had gas this long before.”

“Must have been someone you ate.” Came the ascerbic response.

“Oh shut up.” More rustling of clothes, somehow managing to be even tighter, the pressure squeezing over Miranda’s gasping frame from the stomach compressing. “And this is making me really need to pee.”

How had she survived that? OK, she was small but she wasn’t THAT small!

Air was at a premium, and Miranda’s lungs burned. Flesh was everywhere, the stomach squeezed into every nook and cranny on her body. She felt it in her cleavage, her neck, her buttcrack, between her thighs, everywhere! She also felt Christie’s bones against her and… amazingly around her, every time she moved. Somehow the girl had crammed her head in under her ribcage, and it felt like her hips were squished inside her own hip bones. That shouldn’t have been possible!

Miranda vehemently blocked out the sounds as Christie visited the bathroom once more, but it didn’t take long at least. Then she went downstairs, far slower than she’d gone up, trying to regain her breath from her ordeal. Miranda wished she could do that! She felt like she was going to pass out!

There came a knock at the door and Lilly rushed ahead.

“I’ll get it.”

Christie sighed, straightened her clothes. Ungh! Tightness! And the girl headed to her aunt.

“Aw sweetie how are you?”

Pressure, light compared to the rest of it, but still MORE which was bad enough, enveloped Miranda. Christie getting hugged apparently.

“I’m fine auntie. I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“Oh, the usual. Airlines messed up and I had to switch. I thought I sent you an email? I’m sorry. Hope I didn’t mess things up for you. You’re such a big girl now!”

There was a nervous laugh around her from Christie at that.

“Heh, yeah… uh…”

“She’s been stuffing her face a lot!” Lilly butted in.

“Lil! Shut up!”

Her Auntie chuckled.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I know you always liked to eat Christie. And I’m sorry about this mess up. How about I take you out to lunch as a way to apologize?”

“Uh… that’s OK I…”

“WE’D LOVE TO!” Lilly butted in. “Come on Christie. How about a steak?”

Christie sighed, the noise echoing around Miranda oddly as she found her vision blurring through lack of air.

“I guess.” Christie said, “Sorry Auntie, I really do appreciate it. It’s just been a bad day.”

“Well, let me help pick your spirits up hmm? Come on, I know a great steak place nearby.”

The bouncing of Christie walking worked on Miranda, not as strong with the corset limiting things, and she found her eyes drooping, vision blurring even more. Soon it all faded away as Christie chuckled with Lilly and her Auntie in a car, ignoring the tightly packed meal inside the girl.

Something slapped Miranda in the face, waking her with a start.

“Bwa?” She muttered, and a small chunk of squishy meat slid into her mouth.

Without thinking she swallowed.

Actually pretty tasty. What was going on and why was she so nicely squeezed?

Then she remembered.

Her eyes shot wide, and she heard liquid sounds of chewing above her. A gulp and another lump of meat fell on her face.

Oh god, she’d just eaten pre-chewed food! EEEWWWW!

But… amazingly she was STILL alive in here. Crushed, squeezed and squished into Christie’s stomach she seemed to refuse to be digested.

Some pulped potato landed on her face, joining the meat and she sighed. This likely was the only food she’d ever get from now on. Ungh. How could her life end like this? With a wince she opened wide and took what Christie sent down.

As she ate she found it was actually pretty nice, and somehow she had adapted to her fleshy confines while she slept. It still felt incredibly tight, but she’d always like tightness. She’d adored hugs as a kid, then tight clothes… that hadn’t helped with the whole boyfriend problem. And she didn’t know any girls that were into shortstacks so… it didn’t help with getting a girlfriend either. This? This felt… nice. Now she didn’t feel like she was going to be crushed to death at least.

She was… held. Comforted. Wanted. That was an odd thing to think for this, but Christie wanted her. As a meal maybe, but she did.

Maybe. It had been a bit forced. Christie…? Despite what the girl had done she like Christie. She’d only seen her briefly but that image of the annoyed looking blonde was stuck in her mind, along with the view into the gullet that she’d slid inside as the girl opened her mouth impossibly wide. What a hell of a view!

Deep inside Christie Miranda smiled. It was odd, it was stupid, and she wondered if she’d gone insane, but she was… happy. Weirdly. She was Christie’s, body and soul, and while she was here she’d get the chance to know her. Very personally it seemed, from the inside out.

At that she giggled.

Christie stopped chewing mid-bite.

Miranda’s eyes went wide. No… no, she couldn’t have Christie know. She’d… what would she do? If they found she wasn’t digesting in here, what would they do to her?

“Something wrong sweetie?” Came her aunt’s voice from outside.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Little indigestion I think. Just… odd.” Christie sounded confused, so maybe she hadn’t heard properly.

Through the rest of Christie’s meal Miranda stayed quiet, dreading what might happen if she was found out. It was already bad enough, but she wasn’t dead and she really wanted to stay that way!

Christie’s aunt dropped her off back home and she finally heard the front door close.

“Oh my god. That was so embarrassing.” Christie said with a grunt. “I look like a whale!”

“You HAVE been way bigger you know!” Came Lilly’s sad voice. “Please try harder to stop this?”

“Lilly. I’m not in the mood. I just… can’t. I’m gonna… ungh. Take a nap I think. Damn. Maybe sleep off this meal.”

Miranda hoped not. She’d really prefer to stick around. She even liked the accommodation. A fragile laugh threatened to break out, but she bit her lip and tried not to move. Soon she felt Christie slowly climbing the stairs, her gut not wobbling much as contained by the corset as it was. There was the sound of a door closing, presumably her bedroom door, and Miranda expected to hear the rustle of her changing clothes or something but…

THUMP ‘Oooof!’

Miranda grunted as Christie’s whole weight thumped on her, the girl seemingly flopping face first on the bed, not even bothering to change or undress. There was the sound of a pillow being fluffed, some muttered comments, then she was still.

She wasn’t taking the corset off? Or anything by the sound of it.

That… Miranda was OK with that. A smile crept over her face in the dark depths of Christie’s gut, her body squished so firmly, so nicely she was… happy.

For the first time in a very very long time.

Once she was sure Christie was asleep Miranda let it go, a long bawling sob breaking free as she let it all out, sobbing her pain, her fear, her happiness and contentedness. The longing, the interminable wait had finally ended with her somewhere she liked. In someone she liked, because she was beginning to feel like Christie could be someone she fell for.

If the girl hadn’t already eaten her.

Part II - Meeting the Meal

After her very tight experience she finally gets to meet Christie face to face.

Miranda was woken by a yawn, an incredibly infectious, loud yawn that flowed and billowed all around her.

She yawned herself automatically, then felt her confines squish, pinching in a bit. She blinked, feeling her knees tightly pressed either side of her chest. OK that was… odd.

Then she remembered where she was. Inside Christie. She gasped as her world flew backwards, tilting and rolling as Christie sat up in bed.

“Mmmmm, that was a nice dream.” Came the gentle murmur from all around her.

Miranda shivered, that deep, resonating, very femine voice reverberating through her bones. God that was sexy! She sounded like Kathleen Turner almost. She shivered, then felt the stomach around her compress slightly, squeezing her oh so delightfully.

How was this comfortable? She was still just as scrunched up in here as yesterday. But somehow, after dinner last night, she’d… adapted. Over night more so it seemed. She still couldn’t really move though.

Christie wriggled on her bed, stretched (which did wonderous things to Miranda’s body as her belly shifted and squished), and sighed.

“Mmm, Saturday, right?” Christie muttered. “Yeah. So, no work. That’s a good thing.”

Miranda felt a pressure on her right, then realized Christie was scratching herself briefly, the pressure rippling up across her calf muscle as packed in as she was.

“Damn, the corset. How did I actually forget about it?”

Uh oh! Miranda’s eyes went wide as she heard the rustling of fabric and string, then an explosive release of pressure that… was no where near as strong as she expected.

“Aaaaah, that’s better. Mmm, taking a while.” Christie said, and Miranda jerked as a hand slapped her through the stomach lining enthusiastically. OK, that felt nice! She blushed intensely. “Meh, if it takes an additional day to get rid of it I can deal. Just another reason to stick around home instead of going out.”

Miranda blinked. The corset was gone and yet her head was still squished up behind Christie’s ribs, her hips still jammed into the girl’s pelvic region. How that was possible with all the intestines and stuff that should have been there she didn’t know. Maybe the girl’s insides were different? Or was Miranda just more… squishable? She’d never felt like that before, but then she’d never been eaten alive before either.

She shivered, and for some reason remembered being swallowed. The silky skin, the intense pressure of the throat rippling around her. At the time she’d been terrified, but… it had been nice. At least in retrospect. If she’d known she’d survive she might have enjoyed it.

Things got tight again as the girl dressed, the flutter of fabric, followed by tearing and a curse. Then more fabric, more tightness, this time working and pressure evened up around her. Hands patted her down in here as Christie smoothed out her dress or whatever she was wearing, then her predator stepped back out into the rest of the house.

“Morning Lilly.” She said after going downstairs.

“Seriously? You’re taking longer than usual to deal with that. Does that mean you aren’t going to be hungry any time soon?”

Christie snorted dirisively.

“You know it isn’t like that. It’s… desire. I just… need it. I know, I know!” She said, and the stomach clenched around her a slight sob coming from Christie. “I still miss Marie.”

“Hey. Look, I get it I do, it’s just… You’ve gotta get more control of this. Sooner or later someone will find out. I don’t want my sis ending up in a lab being experimented on or something!”

For a few minutes quiet reigned, probably them comforting each other. Miranda blinked inside, feeling almost sorry for Christie. I mean, if she really had no control over it. Yeah, that sounded bad, and she did seem to feel sorry for her meals. But… still, digesting someone alive? She shuddered, remembering sitting in the remains of that poor girl.

“URP!” Christie said, her gut reacting to Miranda’s shudder, the air squirting out of the tight chamber once more. Miranda winced, finding flesh against her face again, lungs straining. How had she managed all night without suffocating?

“Well, think of this.” Lilly said. “If you’re taking longer to deal with meals, maybe your metabolism is slowing down? Maybe it’ll affect your… urges?”

“I doubt I’ll be that lucky Lilly.” Christie said sadly. “It’s been, what? Twelve people now? Fourteen with these two. Ungh! I can’t believe I’m a murderer!”

“Hey, don’t go there! You can’t control it.”

“Doesn’t stop if from being true.” Christie said softly. “I just… need it. Soft flesh sliding down… oh god.”

“Hey… just relax.” Lilly said, though Miranda heard a faint nervousness in her voice.

“Maybe… I’d better head out. I don’t ever want to eat you sis.”

“I trust you.” Lilly said, but the waiver in her voice made Miranda wonder if she truly meant that. “Look, I can head out and get something. Better than you going out like that. Someone who knows you would notice. Maybe you can calm down a little, just take it easy? I mean, you still have a lot to deal with, right?” Miranda felt a gentle slap on her knees as Lilly patted Christie’s stomach. “Just, I don’t know, feel your food a bit and… settle.”

There was a rather awkward pause, followed by some rather ascerbic tones from Christie.

“That’s not how it works Lilly. But sure, you head out. I’ll just… stay here.”

Miranda felt her heart go out to the sad sounding girl as Lilly muttered something and the sound of chairs scraping denoted them both standing up. Lilly left a few minutes later and the familiar bounce of her body told Miranda that Christie was walking around, the sound of, maybe cupboards opening and closing? Small doors anyway. After a bit she settled in the livingroom again, TV back on with some action movie.

She felt really sorry for…

SLAP!

Miranda blinked, feeling the cold wet something drip over her nose. Scrunching up, licking her upper lip, she tasted. Chocolate icecream! She wriggled a little, positioning her mouth on the opening and sucked as more slurped in. It was pretty melty and soft, but she liked it like that. After quite a few mouthfuls she let it go, nuding to one side to let the gooey mix slide down her, making her shiver. Christie should get some too after all.

Though she ended up taking a bit more as the girl seemed intent on finishing off a whole carton of icecream by the feel of it. And soon with the sound of a spoon scraping on cardboard she succeeded in that. Miranda heard the sound of an empty carton hitting the floor as Christie lay back, sighing and…

Ungh! Miranda gasped as the stomach clenched again on her, gurgling as it heaved. For a moment it felt like the corset again, or perhaps even tighter! Then a deep sigh and a pat on Christie’s gut, followed by a deep burp.

The icecream eating had let some air in, but that vanished in a second and Miranda was squished up once more, tighter than ever. Her hips ached as pinched as they were, and her knees felt tense, her legs squeezed so tightly back against her body. Christie wriggled a bit, her stomach clenched a little more, and something grated, knees popped in under ribs, her head nudged down between them and against her own chest, and Christie sighed, relaxing on the sofa it seemed.

“That’s better.” She murmured as she settled in to watch the rest of the movie.

OK, this was… really tight. And yet again no air. Given she’d survived similar experiences several times so far she didn’t panic but as she felt herself fade away she just wondered what the hell was going to happen with her.

A door slamming woke her, quivering in the tightness of Christie’s gut. Christie twirled around, Miranda feeling really odd swirling around like that as she managed to blink sleep from her eyes.

“Hey Lilly, you’re back!” She shouted. “I’m baking a cake!”

She was in the kitchen? As Miranda blearily blinked and tried to wake up properly she heard the sounds of whisking in front of her.

“Cool.” Came Lilly’s voice. “Oh hey, dealt with your meal huh?”

“Yeah. Took a while. Um, I might have finished off the icecream.” Christie said nervously.

“Not unexpected.” Lilly said with a chuckle.

Miranda couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t be packed in THAT tightly could she? Surely there must be some sign of her out there? Her world swished again as Christie turned around, making her dizzy for a moment, then the sounds of cake mixing started up again.

Lilly and Christie chatted while her predator finished mixing her cake, then started getting the oven ready. Lilly had apparently gone to the mall (again) and bought some icecream. She knew Christie too well. There was some giggles, jokes, and also some comiseration, though they seemed to shy away from that. Probably Christie eating people happened too often. Despite how they felt about it you could get innured to something if you just experienced it enough.

“Ungh. Still feel like I weigh a ton though.” Christie complained once the sisters were sitting, waiting for the cake to bake.

“At least you look just as cute as ever. So maybe a Saturday night… trip out?”

The stomach clenched nervously about her, making Miranda gasp.

“I… no I can’t. Too risky.” Christie said. “Besides, who’d want to be with a killer?”

“Hey, don’t go there! And besides, you said you still feel full, right? That’d tamp down the urges surely?”

“It doesn’t work that way Lilly.” She repeated. It seems that was an old refrain between the two. Either Lilly just didn’t believe that was all it was or she just wanted her sister to be able to control this and kept pushing.

“Look, you can’t toss your love life on the back burner because of this. You need someone in your life.”

Miranda groaned. The last thing she needed was to hear a boy fondling her love… she meant Christie. Miranda blinked. Oh god she really was falling for her!

“I… can’t. Besides, I still miss her.”

“Hey, Marie would be glad for you to find someone. You know how she was.”

Miranda’s eyes shot wide. Marie? The girl she mentioned before that she ate? She… was a girlfriend? Miranda’s heart rate raced as she realized Christie was a lesbian just like her! She didn’t even think that this could go both ways! A silly smile plastered itself on her face and she felt her self crying deep inside her love.

“I… yeah I know. But… to do that to someone? To put them at risk? I’m a pig! I eat everyone I meet!” Christie said, starting to sob.

“Hey, hey you are not a pig! And you do not eat everyone you meet!” Pressure denoted Lilly hugging her sister. “Don’t do this Christie. Live your life, be happy. You can have a relationship, you know you can!”

“Lilly I, just can’t control myself! I wish I could, but I can’t!”

The stomach clenched throughout this, and then Miranda felt odd, a pinching sensation around her butt. Slowly it rose, squeezing like a tight ring around her.

“Ungh. Well, things are settling I guess.” Christie said, patting her stomach as the ring slid up over Miranda’s compacted body. She still felt in the same place, still tucked behind the girl’s ribs, but now, with a final blurt, the ring popped over the back of her head and she was in a slightly shifting new chamber or something.

Given the only possibility she realized things were getting… deeper. She’d just left the stomach and was heading down. Metaphorically speaking. She wasn’t moving, instead Christie’s guts were shifting around her, but it was the same result. What ever it was seemed to give Christie some relief so… yeah, she was happy for the girl. And it did feel nice.

But once more, air was gone she was feeling light headed, and as the intestines gurgled around her Miranda drifted asleep once more.

Miranda woke to some truly disgusting sounds. Farts, wet squelches, splashes. Yeah, Christie was using the bathroom. Ew!

Then as she slowly recovered her senses she realized her hips felt way tighter than the rest of her. It felt… grinding almost. Muscles massaged her, bones heaved in around her butt. What was…

“HuuuUUUNNGGGH!” Christie groaned around her and a huge pressure gripped her body. Miranda grinned for a moment, feeling the loving caress squeeze her, then her butt felt incredibly tight. Too much!

She grunted, then something grated, bones pinching, then… slowly, slowly she felt cool air on her butt, then thighs!

Uh oh!

She should have realized what this all meant. She was being pooped out! It was tight, incredibly so, and squeezing her body through that little hole was just intense. And… she felt herself heating up from the sensations. Knowing she was getting out, feeling her love’s body caress her tightly, feeling the stroke of thighs against her hips as she pushed between them. Oh, Christie had stood up, legs apart. What?

Another massive heave and she felt her whole pelvis plop out, feet popping out with them.

“Holy shit!” Came from above and around her. “A… are you?.. Shit… Uh, hang on!”

Oh she was hanging on alright. Christie sounded worried, worried for her! She grinned, trying to hug herself deep in there, but just couldn’t move her arms she was so squeezed.

That tight pressure of Christie’s little sphincter stretched over her whole body, oozing her out in a fetal position and she felt herself squirted out like toothpaste from a tube. Well, given her bones weren’t broken it couldn’t be she was mushed up like that, but it felt like it!

A few more hefty grunts, her curled head and shoulders emerged with a wet sound, and she felt herself fall a few inches to the tile floor, so cold after being inside Christie for so long. She actually felt herself swell a bit, gently trying to uncurl, but her muscles complained. Hips popped and she sighed, her legs shifting a little. Knees audibly popped moments later and slowly she started to unfold.

She grinned, beaming up into the face staring down at her in shock.

“H… hi. That was… mmmmm. Incredible!” Miranda said blinking. She’d meant to introduce herself not fawn over her! “Oh… uh. I’m… Miranda. Pleased to meet you.”

Christie was stock still as she stood over her, gaping at her in shock.

“You… went through me.”

“Oh yeah.” She shivered, a silly grin coming to her face. “That was… awesome!” She blinked, staring up at her, fixing on the blonde’s cute lips. “Um, are you… hungry?”

Christie frowned and opened her mouth to answer, but her stomach visibly rippled, a loud gurgle coming out. Miranda giggled.

“I guess that’s a yes. I…” She paused, staring up at the girl, the deep longing on her face really obvious. “Please. Could… could you eat me?” She said, lifting her feet awkwardly and stiffly from the floor pointing up to her love.

Christie glanced at her, then at the toilet next to them, then back.

“Shower! Now!” she managed, panting, the need plain on the girl’s face.

Her shower was a bathtub shower combo, with a curtain on the one side. It was awkward but with help from Christie she stumbled to her feet. Unfortunately her legs were so weak she couldn’t stand without that help. Looking up she stared in awe at Christie as she finished pulling her top off, tossing it to the floor leaving her naked before her… or rather above her.

Miranda’s four foot two frame gaze up in awe at the girl who she was sure was over six foot tall.

“No wonder I fitted in so well.” She giggled, still drained and exhausted from her ordeal. “You’re huge!” She leaned in, hugging the girl who’s hands flew out to the side. Miranda’s head was actually under the girl’s chest, but soon it slid down. Without Christie helping she slumped down to a tangle of arms and legs in the tub, looking up at her girlfriend. “I love you Christie!” She muttered. “Please, eat me!”

Christie reached behind herself, turning the shower on and Miranda closed her eyes feeling the refreshing hot water spray over her. Wriggling she started to wipe herself down, starting with her legs, trying not to think where she’d come from. Well, she loved Christie’s butt, just… well the inside was a little icky to think long on.

“How…” Christie managed, just staring down at her. Shaking her head she crouched down then traced a finger across Miranda’s short brown hair. “You… I ate you a few days ago. How?”

Miranda blinked.

“A few days? I thought it was yesterday? Huh, last nap must have been a long one.” She grinned and lifted her feet up towards the kneeling woman. “Want another taste?”

Christie’s eyes snapped to Miranda’s feet, and she could practically see the woman’s mouth drool. She gulped, flicking her gaze up to Miranda, a silent question on her lips, an anxious frown making her look so cute.

Miranda just smiled and nodded, then nodded again towards her feet.

The hungry girl couldn’t hold back any longer and practically inhaled Miranda’s calves in one gulp, lifting her hips up, leaning over to get a better angle.

“Oh yes!” Miranda moaned, hugging her chest as she felt lips and throat greedily slurp on her. She managed to arch her hips from the tub, pressing them in between those luscious lips. She was crying, staring at those wonderous face that was tenderly swallowing her. Her eyes slid up, meeting Christie’s as the girl bent over her, sucking deeply.

The gulping stopped, tongue pressed between her butt cheeks in Christie’s mouth. They stared long into each other’s eyes, a passion building. Miranda reached forwards gently, stroking Christie’s cheek softly.

“Hey, consider me a handy snack. I’ll always be here for you Christie, when ever you want.”

Tears burst from Christie’s eyes as she gulped heavily, Miranda moaning as her hips were sqeeezed down that tight throat. She hastily shoved her hands in alongside herself, trying to get in a better position this time, hands between her legs as Christie nibbled tenderly over her tits. She saw the girl’s eyes drift shut, tongue tasting her back as she stood up, the world swirling once more as Miranda was carried aloft by her new love.

“Oh god that’s good!” She murmured as her breasts sloshed into her mouth. “Um… otherway up next time?” She added, blushing.

Christie glanced down, staring into her eyes, then nodded, which felt incredibly odd as her whole upper body bounced. Then she wriggled as Christie’s hunger overcame her and she swallowed.

Miranda managed a brief ‘Yes!’ as her head slid into her lover’s mouth, slipping and squishing down that hungry gullet. Pinched and squeezed she felt herself smooshed up once more, the stomach straining on her.

“Mmmm, yeah. Tighter!” she moaned in there. Christie obligued and she felt herself squeezed into a familiar place, head and knees popping behind Christie’s ribs. Pressure increased and she moaned, happy to not have to keep quiet any longer. Fingers busied themselves between her legs and soon she gasped, shouted with the last of her air as a long burp resonated around her.

Her shuddering body was clenched by firm muscles as she faded fast, a hand stroking her body through her belly once more.

“Thank you Miranda.” Whispered Christie. “You’re delicious!”

Happily Miranda faded into sleep, dreaming of her new love.

Part III - Getting Comfortable

Miranda has a heart to heart with Christie, before her lover tries to explain to her sister what is going on.

A splash awoke Miranda and she squirmed, then the world squeezed around her. A burp resonated and the small pocket of air on her face was rapidly replaced with flesh, squishing in. Just before she was smooshed up against it she gargled… ‘Air-umph!’

There was a jerk, then a noisy couple of gulps. Fresh cool air popped in about her face and she sighed.

“Ooh, thanks.” She licked and found what had splashed her. A soda, not one she was keen on either. “Oh, Doctor Pepper? Um, do you like Coke? I could go for some coke right now? Uh… if you don’t mind that is.”

There was a long pause.

“Y… you weren’t a dream. You’re really in there.” She whispered, the vibrations seeping into Miranda’s body. She grinned.

“Mmmm, yup. All yours.” She sighed, wriggling happily. “Um, did that… sate your hunger? Me I mean?”

Again a short pause, then a nervous giggle.

“Yes… yes you did. You’re delicious.” She said, making Miranda blush.

“Oh… heh… thank you. Glad you like me.” She blinked realizing what she said. “Oh this feels so weird.”

“Um, you want to come back out?”

“What? Oh no, just… it’s so weird to think of being eaten alive like this. But so nice. I…” No. Don’t tell her you were terrified at first. That’s no way to make a first impression! “Um, so… Your name is Christie? What’s your last name?”

“Holland. Christie Holland.” Came the reverberating voice. Those rich tones just… felt like they melted her inside. Thankfully not literally.

“I’m Miranda Anne Fenchurch.” She gave a little giggle. “Your meal.”

A chuckle sounded and she felt a slight pressure behind her.

“Y… you really are OK in there?”

“Yup, though without air I tend to fall asleep in here. Before I came out last time, the last I remember was on Saturday morning, after you removed the corset. That… that was… odd. Really tight, but rather nice. Um, do I show? I mean, it feels kind of tight like before, but it’s hard to tell, plus I’m facing the other way this time.”

“Um. No. You don’t show at all.”

“That is so cool! Oh, we can go on a date!” Then she realized what she just said. “Oh, I’m sorry. I d.. didn’t mean to presume. I… uh… you can do what you want… Um…”

“You want to date me? But… I’m a monster!” She said, sniffing.

Miranda opened her mouth to say something along the lines of ‘yeah, my monster’ but stopped. Christie sounded really over wrought. Yeah, she’d eaten others. Permanently.

“Hey, it’s OK. Now you’ve got me. Any time you feel hungry I’ll be here for you. You are not a monster!”

“But… I… I don’t need charity!” She sniffed. “Having to walk around with someone like me, just on the off chance I become hungry? I… I’m not doing that to you!”

Oh she really hated this didn’t she. But she had been so into it earlier.

“So, you aren’t going to fullfill a fantasy of mine just because you feel awkward? How is that right?”

“What?”

“Why do you think I asked you to eat me Christie? It’s incredible! Your mouth and throat squishing me up, massaging and kneading me. Mmmmm! Trust me, it’s awesome. You’re awesome! Thank you so much!”

Another light pressure behind her made Miranda suspect she was being hugged. Sighing she snuggled a little, as much as she could in the stomach’s tight embrace.

“I… don’t understand. You… I ate you. I mean… this is impossible!”

Miranda giggled.

“You mean like you slurping me up? Yup. Totally impossible.”

“How can you be comfortable in there? I mean, aren’t you crushed or something?”

“It felt really tight the first time, in sort of stages. The corset was a lot, but… I got used to it. Now seems I just fit back in again. Comfy.”

“Like I said. Impossible.” There was a quick heft, Miranda lurching up, then down rapidly with a slight grunt from Christie. “How? I mean, you’re really in there? Inside me… that’s… weirdly…” There was a slight cough. “Anyway, uh. Do you… want out?”

“It is nice in here. But yeah, I’d like to… be with you. I mean, you know… more than I am right now. Heh he.”

There was a chuckle around there, then a thump of a door opening.

“Hey sis.” Came Lilly’s voice, muffled from outside Christie’s stoamch.

Miranda gave a short ‘Wuff!’ as she was twisted around, Christie’s stomach acting like a roller coaster for a moment.

“Wheee!” Miranda giggles. “I like it when you twirl.”

“Um… hi. Lilly.” Christie says, and even Miranda can tell she sounds awkward.

“You OK Sis?” Comes the slightly louder voice of her sister. Miranda feel a sort of thump, down from above. Maybe Lilly patting her shoulder or something?

“Um. It’s kind of complicated.” Christie mutters. “I… might have a girlfriend.”

Miranda blinks, a smile slowly spreading on her face as…

SMOOSH!

She jerks, her breath leaving her as Lilly hugs Christie hard.

“Oh, Christie! I’m so glad, but when did you get the time? You didn’t leave the house all weekend.”

The pressure let up a little as Lilly broke the hug and Miranda sighed, then giggled. Christie joined her moments later, the sound echoing about.

“Yeah… funny story. You remember the… uh, two girls the other day? Friday?”

A tired sigh came from Lilly.

“Please don’t tell me it’s one of you meal’s friends or something. That could get really awkward!”

“What? No… I… her name is Miranda and… well, she survived.”

“Survived what?”

Christie took a deep breath, Miranda feeling the light pressure of a hand on her back through the stomach.

“My stomach. She was one of the girls I ate.”

Silence extended out there. Finally it broke with a snort.

“Heh, good one. I saw you afterwards.” She gave a nervous cough. “I mean, there was no girl there.”

“Um, yeah there was, and there still is. She’s in here right now.” She said, and Miranda felt a warm pat on her back.

“That’s not funny Chris. What’s gotten into you?”

“Um, Miranda.” She said, and giggled.

Miranda grinned and leaned back.

“Hey, could you cough me up? I can say hi.” She wriggled. “Oh, hang on, it’s the wrong angle like this I think. Ungh.” She wriggled, trying to move, but couldn’t turn around. “Do you think you could loosen up a little?”

“Um? Maybe?” Christie said.

There was a confused noise from Lilly.

“Sis, what are you doing?”

The stomach clenched, then relaxed, a gentle pressure wafting over Miranda, making her shiver.

“That helped a little, but it’s still tight. Oh, maybe if I try to move when you do that? On three?”

“OK.” Christie says.

“Sis, you’re scaring me. Keep it together, OK?” Lilly says.

Yeah, won’t SHE be surprised! Miranda leaned back a little more, tensed her muscles, then spoke up.

“OK, One. Two. Three!”

She heard the grunt, felt the stomach clench, and as soon as it started to relax she shifted, twisting a bit. She got half way with a wriggle, then stuck.

“Ungh. Nearly, try again. One. Two THREE!”

Again the clench, again the relax, and she felt the ribs rub her cheek, then her nose, bumping into her knees as she plopped around the other way, facing out now.

“There! Did it!” She said gleefully. “Think you can bring me up? Oh, not all the way. I am naked after all.”

“Sure thing Miranda.” There was a slight pause. “Lilly, just relax, I’m fine. Now, this isn’t going to be disgusting, I promise. OK?”

“What are you talking about?” Lilly said, sounding scared.

Miranda wriggled her hands up to the entrance, waited, then…

HEEAAAAAVE!

Ooooh! Fuck! The stomach clenched REALLY tight! But she’d been ready, no matter how uncomfortable that had been, and her hands plopped in and squeezed up the tight, warm embrace of Christie’s esophagus.

“Hoooly shit that’s tight!” She panted as it relaxed. “It’s OK love, Again?”

It was only after she felt the stomach clench that she realized what she’d called Christie, and blushed even as her head plopped into the tight embrace of that muscled tube of flesh above her. Liquid squelches reverberated around her, and this time it didn’t stop. She wriggled, panting, tipping her head back to breath in the tiny apperture in here as it expanded, her body sliding upwards.

Miranda’s fingers slid from between lips, and she caught a gasp from Lilly. Then she slithered up, feeling the embrace of that tight throat on her chest.

“Oh fuck yes! Mmmmm!” She moaned, then her arms oozed out, her bending over a bit as she ascended. Light flickered above her between her arms, spit dripping down across her body as she squirmed up carefully, not wanting to hurt Christie. Finally with a wet plop her head emerged into Christie’s mouth, wide stretched tightly on her. She giggled, kissing the girl’s tongue, then felt lips slide over the back of her head, then around her shoulders.

With a shake she lifted her head from her arms, stretching and yawning.

“Ooooh, that’s invigorating! Hi Lilly! I’m Miranda!” She said, offering her hand to the girl in front of her.

Who was gaping at her with her mouth hanging open.

“Hello? You OK? Uh, Lilly?” She managed, frowning at the blinking, shocked face of Christie’s sister. She was slightly shorter than Christie, but not by much, and had a similar build. Very busty! She had short cropped brown hair though and was wearing a formal white shirt and a dark blue jacket, suit pants on as well. The jacket was unbuttoned, as were the top few buttons of the shirt, her looking relaxed. At least apart from her shocked face.

“Uh, is she always like this when you bring a girl home Christie?” She said, glancing over her shoulder, looking up at the upper lip, nose and smiling eyes of the girl mostly consuming her.

She saw Christie shrug, then reach out and shook Lilly’s shoulder.

“What the fuck!” Lilly gasped, and suddenly Lilly grasped her shoulder and pulled.

“Wait, no! I’m not.. UGH!” She gasped as her boobs plopped out, making her grin, a silly grin on her face as her nipples raked over teeth. “Ooooh! Quit it! I’m naked!”

Lilly gasped, looking thoroughly confused. Her eyes snapped from Miranda’s then up to Christie’s above her, then back.

“What?” She said, looking completely lost.

Miranda blushed, wrapping her arms around her chest.

“Um, Hi. Again. Sorry can’t shake your hand right now. Look, I just wanted to say hi to Christie’s sister, OK?” She looked up over her shoulder again to Christie. “You wanna swallow me again?”

She felt herself bob as Christie nodded, but a shout came from Lilly.

“NO!” She gaped, and her hands grabbed Miranda’s shoulders once more. “No… don’t do this. You don’t have to die!”

Miranda blinked, looked into the terrified girl’s eyes. She released her chest, lifting a hand to rest against Lilly’s cheek.

“Hey, it’s OK. I’ve already been through her. I’ll be fine. It’s… tight, but comfy. I always liked tight places anyway. Now I’ve found a perfect hidey-hole of my very own. And it’s inside someone I love!” She grinned at the confused girl. She glanced back again at Christie…

“No! Look… I…” Lilly gasped. “Can… we talk?” She blinked, then looked up at Christie. “Um, Sis? Are you OK? I mean, can you breathe?”

A couple of gusts of warm air blew down on the back of Miranda’s neck and she giggled.

“I think that’s a yes.” She said with a smile. “Christie is so amazing! And really snug.”

She wriggled her hips in her love’s throat and caught out the corner of her eye Christie blushing. Heh he!

“Um. Let’s… sit.” Lilly managed, taking Christie by the hand and leading her to the kitchen table. The two (or three) sat, Miranda bouncing slightly in Christie’s maw, her tongue tasting her abs nicely. That tickled!

“OK. So… you’re… " Lilly blinked. “Christie’s girlfriend?”

“Yup. If she’ll have me. We did only just meet after all. I was kind of out of it for a lot of that. Last I remember was Saturday. The steak was good.”

“Wait. With Aunt Sybil?” Lilly said, then her eyes traced down to Christie’s impossibly flat tummy. Miranda followed her gaze down, looking between her dangling breasts, staring at where she was. Christie really was tight! I mean… no sign of her legs at all. Even her neck was almost normal sized, and her hips were in there! Her gaze fell on Christie’s rather impressive chest that strained the T-shirt the girl wore. That… was incredibly sexy. She was blushing when she brought her head back up again to look at Lilly.

“Uh, yeah. Odd, but nice.” She meant the food. Definitely the food!

“But… that would mean..” She flinched, a look of disgust on her face.

“Yeah, a little odd I know.” She remembered the pre-chewed food. “But it actually was pretty tasty. Wouldn’t give up normal food for that, but that was fun. Nice. Never been out to a resteraunt with a girl before. Even if she didn’t even know I was there at the time.”

“So… you like girls.”

Miranda gave her a level stare.

“Yes. I’m a lesbian. Do you have a problem with that?”

A giggle vibrated around Miranda’s body as Christie tried to laugh. Miranda blushed bright red, shivering at the sensations.

“Oooh!” she said, grinning. “Ahem.”

Lilly stared back, gulping.

“Um. No… no it’s not that. I don’t think being a lesbian is wrong. My sis is one after all.” She looked flustered at the obvious reaction Miranda had just had. “I just… It’s… This is so weird!”

Miranda giggled.

“Yeah. Trust me I know.” She reached across, again cupping the girl’s cheek. “It’s OK. For whatever reason I just don’t digest, and seemingly just pack away in there. Not sure if it’s Christie getting used to me, me being easy to squish up, or maybe a combination of the two. Whatever it is, I like it. Loving. Caring. Like being hugged all over.”

“This is so…” Then Lilly frowns. “Wait, you said you ‘went through her?’ What did you mean?”

Both Miranda and Christie blushed at that, brightly.

“Um… I’ll… Let you handle that one!” Miranda squeaked, then flexed her legs, nudging her knees back into the stomach.

The was a lurch, a clench, and the loving enfolding embrace of lips and tongue over her face. A shudder came from all around her body, then a squeezing gulp. Light rapidly spun away from her vision as wet flesh covered her, her body slurped down like a wet noodle. She made little ‘Wheeee!’ noises as she vanished down Christie’s gullet.

With a wet plop she was deposited back in her little home, squeezed back up, knees tucked against her chin once more.

“Oh, thanks!” Christie said, sounding a tad annoyed. “URP! Ungh. Of course you leave me with that!”

“Uh… sorry! I panicked!” Miranda squeaked, and then felt Christie chuckle.

“Holy shit. You really have a girl in there.” Lilly said, still slightly shell shocked it seemed. Then she spoke again, with a little more firmness in her voice. “So… ‘Went through you?’ "

Christie sighed, patting you in her tummy.

“Fine… I’ll tell you. Just don’t freak out OK?”

Miranda giggled, getting a short slap for her troubles.

“Heh, Sorry… Not sorry.” She muttered, a giggle echoing faintly around her.

“Well, you see, after yesterday’s busy day I kind of felt the need to, you know.” Christie said, begining to explain to Lilly Miranda’s trip, as far as she remembered. Or at least the last bit of it.

Miranda couldn’t help but be perversely attentive as her girlfriend tried to make it sound less icky than it was. Damn she had a nice voice!

It was at least very comforting and… relaxing. Listening to her… gentle… deep… resonant tones….

The two sisters were interrupted in their conversation at the snort, and faint deep breathing as Miranda fell asleep. Christie shaking her head.

She continued her story.

Part IV - Date Delayed

Miranda comes out to chat, but there is some clothing issues

Christie was torn. After her… in depth, and frankly rather embarrassing, discussion with Lilly, she’d made some lasagna and the two of them had a fairly quiet meal. That alone was an indicator. Lilly rarely shut up during dinner, and this time Christie caught her sister staring at her tummy several times.

Yeah, this was weird, but… she brushed a hand across her midrift, feeling the heft, the… fullness in there. It was so odd that she couldn’t really tell a whole girl was inside her. She still had no clue how that was possible.

A girl who seemed really into her. Her! Why… well some of it was obvious. She seemed perversely into being eaten. That alone made Christie blush. Heck, almost as soon as she had come out she’d practically begged to be swallowed again. She just hadn’t been able to resist!

“Mmmm. Damn you are delicious.” She murmured, rubbing her stomach.

Could she finally have found someone she could eat without remorse? To give in to her urges, to savor that sweet taste of flesh sliding down inside her, to feel her wriggling as she oozed down her neck! It was… enticing.

But should she? Was this healthy? I mean, what if eventually she DID digest her? Neither of them had a clue how this was happening, so what if it stopped? She’d already lost Marie, she didn’t want to lose Miranda too.

Though right now she also didn’t know Miranda much either. She knew one thing, from checking her own weight and comparing it to before the weekend it seemed the girl weighed about 60lbs, compared to Christie’s 190 to 200lbs. Often she blamed that on her inflated chest, which wasn’t that ridiculous an idea, but didn’t help. Plenty of boys focused on it after all!

She sighed, relaxing in the living room. Yes, she’d been on dates and had friendships. Heck, she’d only met Marie a year ago, them seeing each other for nearly six months before… her hunger surfaced.

A sniff escaped her, remembering the sweet girl… in more ways than one at the end. No! Don’t go there! She shuddered. As delicious as Marie had been she refused to think of her as just a taste!

She sat down on her bed, glancing out of the window. Barely any blue left now, stars starting to appear. It was nice she had a view over the city like this. Being able to watch sun sets from this angle was fun, seing the golds and red spread out across the horizon, the coast out there out of sight meaning there was often clouds in that direction. Well, enough of the time anyway. There was a gentle shift inside her and she smiled, clenching.

YAAAWWWWWN! “Mmmmm, oh, good morning.” Came the sleepy response from inside her. That felt so weird!

“Not exactly. It’s about eight thirty PM Miranda.” She said with a chuckle.

“Dang! Overslept again!” the sweet voice echoed out of her, a fake seriousness coming off her. Then she squirmed, oh so delightfully. “Damn you’re so cozy.”

“I’m glad you like the accommodation.” Christie rubbed her belly affectionately, then paused. “But… could you come out? I’d like spend some time with you. I… if you don’t mind?”

“Of course!” She said happily. “Squeezing through your throat is fun. You can throw me up that easily?”

Christie winced, then sighed.

“I… to begin with I couldn’t, or rather didn’t realize I could… But yeah. I…” She paused, remembering Hally. “There have been… problems. Once I realized. Well, I tried to throw someone up that I ate. She… attacked me, threatened to call the cops… I… suffice to say I couldn’t calm her and she went back down.” Christie sniffed again. That… had been worse than that. She’d actually felt turned on by the fight, then hungry. She literally couldn’t stop herself from eating the poor girl a second time. After that she daren’t try. It only made things worse. She was just a bottomless pit! A human killing machine!

“Hey… HEY!” Came the shout from inside her a Christie sobbed. “Don’t cry, please. I know you must have had some horrible times in the past, but that’s over. You don’t have to ask, you can eat me when ever you want, OK? I love it.”

Smiling she patted her tummy.

“You have no idea how much that means to me Miranda, but I still worry. We don’t know what’s happened, or how. What if…” she couldn’t bring herself to voice her fear, pressing that hand hard to her stomach.

“Well… I admit the thought isn’t nice, but everything else is. I love you Christie, and I want to be with you. Get to know you… and yes get eaten by you.” She giggled. “Trust me, it’s very enjoyable.”

Marie, as half asleep as she’d been, also had seemed to enjoy it when she learned of this ability, the hard way. It was only when her girlfriend was trapped in her gut and woke up properly that the screaming had started. She winced at the memory. No, don’t go there.

She’d taken a while to… accept what she was. A monster. Well, as much as she could accept it. To think, that maybe she could avoid that… it was so tantalizing. Maybe she could have a real life again?

“Well.” She said, wiping tears from her cheek. “let’s get you out first. And fair warning, I might get hungry.” The only response was a giggle from inside.

She got up, then paused. This was… a date? Maybe? She glanced at herself in the mirror, her tall, ungainly body looking back at her. She stroked down the simple blue dress she had on, strapped, ruffled around the hips… looked a little worn. She sighed. Not exactly the best impression to give.

But then again, Miranda was naked.

She blushed, remembering the cute little girl as she’d been laying in the floor of the bathroom. She just looked so sweet. A smile spread across her lips.

“Ahem. OK, let’s do this. Maybe, you can make it easier? If you can gently move your hands upwards Miranda? Then when I heave, you wriggle up. Just… go easy. The instinct is to swallow so…”

“… so I get a nice ride back in? Don’t worry. If at first you don’t suceed, try try… mmmm. try again.” She said, ending on a slightly dreamy tone.

Christie giggled. She was so cute. There was a squirming, some gentle pressure, then something prodded. It was too vague in there for her to tell, but she guessed Miranda was pushing against the entrance to the stomach. OK…

She got a towel out and laid it on the bed, then with a thought put a second one on top. Then she leaned over and clenched her stomach… Ungh. No, not like that… She tensed. She’d only done this a couple of times before. Uuuuuugh, there! She felt it, the tense, wrongness in her chest, almost like heartburn for a moment, then pinching. Carefully she relaxed, but unlike before there was no desperate scramble of limbs in her throat. Instead something slowly probed upwards, tenderly, gently.

Her airway cut off, and her nose opened, the automatic response she’d always had. She had no clue how she breathed during eating, but she did. Even as a kid she could breathe while eating normal dinner. She’d never even thought about it until talking about this with Lilly after… Marie. She shut that thought off and turned to more pleasant affairs.

Gentle squirming rose inside her, and her collar bones creaked slightly. Glancing sideways at her closet mirror she could barely see any bulge in her neck, but there she was. Tipping her head up as she leaned over she could feel it clearly now, fingers gently wriggling at the back of her throat. They eased forwards, oh so softly, and she felt her uvula tickled. Lilly insisted that made her want to barf, but for her it was just another touch. She had no gag reflex. Never had.

Miranda was incredibly gentle as she slid her hands into Christie’s mouth from inside. It was such a weird feeling, and she couldn’t resist. She sidled over and got a compact from the bedside table and opened it up, looking down and spreading her mouth wide. As she got back into position over the towels she saw fingers gently exploring her mouth. Amazing! One hand gently prodding her tongue, the other feeling across her molars, then up across her inner cheek. She smiled slightly, staring in wonder as her meal slowly explored her mouth.

That hand on her tongue tasted so sweet, and she couldn’t help curling her tongue up against it. It shifted, then fingers spread, wrapping around the muscle and gently squeezing. She heard a giggle from her gut and shook her head. Miranda then let go, stroking across the tongue that licked at her.

Then, slowly, Miranda wriggled up. Christie could feel a tightness behind her chest now. Shouldn’t that feel deeper? She ignored the weirdness as those fingers slid gently from her lips, one index finger tracing a line across her lipstick from one side to the other. It was so cute looking!

Then both hands were out and Christie put the compact to one side. A little awkwardly she leaned on one hand, the other coming up and, holding hands with Miranda. She let her lips close on wrists, licking them as she got a good grip, and pulled.

The angle was tricky like this, but she felt a slight moan from inside and squirming as she drew Miranda up her throat. Some pressure in her stomach, likely her using her body or legs to push upwards, and the heavy pressure in her neck oozed upwards. Arms slid out softly, tongue tracing along forearms as they spread sideways, slowly widening her mouth as Miranda’s head neared the back of her throat. As the huge bulge started to push into her mouth she got an idea and gently tapped a hand, letting go and standing up as she did so.

There was a muffled ‘Mwa?’ from inside as she turned and went to her mirror. God that looked weird! Arms sticking from her mouth, and there between them, wreathed in shadows and red flesh, the surprised face of Miranda staring back at her from the dim depths. One hand lifted up and waved at the mirror, and she could just make out Miranda smiling in the tight confines of her maw. Christie managed to avoid giggling, as that likely would have ended up with swallowing, and instead waved back, then curled her tongue across Miranda’s chin. The girl smiled, then as Christie teased up to taste her cheek, then lips, the girl opened up and slurped.

Christie jerked a little as the tip of her tongue was sucked into that mouth. She blushed, then felt it slide in some more, Miranda’s tongue teasing around it. Fuck, that was sexy! For a few moments she revelled in it, probing Miranda’s mouth in that weird kiss, but finally she pulled away, her tongue sliding out and she blinked, smiling awkwardly around the massive shape of Miranda’s arms, as she headed back to the bed.

Her arms had mostly dried during their odd makeout session, so she was begining to wonder if she even needed the towels, but kept going as she had planned. Miranda’s cute little hands pressed to the towels as she heaved, head oozing into her mouth, her shoulders spreading the back of her throat wide. Compared to some she’d eaten Miranda was bite sized, in pretty much everything except her chest. She could feel the twin pressure of that rising in her neck now! Slowly the arms spread apart as her head slipped between her lips and out into the open once more. Miranda gasped, and a jolt come as her motions shot the girl upwards, shoulders plopping out in short order.

That of course left those gorgeous breasts slopping against her tongue.

“Oooooh!” Miranda moaned, leaning her elbows down into the towel. “Haaaa! That’s nice.”

Slowly, slowly, they emerged, Christie wedging with her tongue to shift the pliant masses of succulant flesh forwards. She didn’t have to, they were just so tasty! Breasts pressed against her teeth, then lips, Miranda sighing as they slipped out, then they were free, pressing down against her chin.

“You have no idea how nice your throat is. So muscular and tight. Mmmm.” Hips wriggled in her neck somewhere in there as Miranda wriggled up slowly, her breasts jiggling back and forth as they dangled enticingly. Inch by inch she oozed out, Christie’s lips irising down to the girl’s waist fairly quickly given her short stature. Then the rapid swell of hips in her mouth greeted Christie’s tongue. “Oh. Ooooh. Oh yes!”

Christie found it difficult not to giggle as the girl moaned in her, then the familar shape of a dainty sex pressed to her tongue and she began to blush. She’d only ever swallowed someone naked that one time. Marie. Tasting the flavor of sex on her… was intoxicating, sliding across her tongue as Miranda slid out. No matter how much she wanted the girl to enjoy it she felt… awkward. Mixed memories of Marie, the few dates she’d been on, and the fact she barely knew this girl… she sped things up.

Miranda gasped as her hips popped out quickly, along with a sigh from the girl, but she didn’t complain as Christie stared at that cute butt sliding into view oh so close to her! What a view! She couldn’t help it and gulped. Miranda gave a cute little yelp as she shot backwards a few inches, the throat claiming her with powerful muscles, but Christie managed to stop it at once. Miranda glanced over her shoulder, blushing intensely.

“Heh, like I said. Really nice throat!”

Christie took a deep breath then pushed, it being awkward like this, but up the girl came. Her legs tasted fine, just like the rest of her, and she was drawing back slowly, eyes fluttering shut as she savored the delicious flavor of the girl, till just two feet were left in her mouth. Craving she sucked, holding them there, playing her tongue over the tops.

“He he! Hey! I"m ticklish!” Miranda yelped with a giggle. Then she twisted over onto her rump, Christie feeling the weird sensations as the feet shifted around in her mouth. “But don’t stop!”

As weird as it was she couldn’t resist and licked and savored across the girl’s heels and soles. That it seemed wasn’t as ticklish to the girl, and Miranda she sat there, leaning back on her hands on the towel and stared at Christie as she nibbled on her feet.

This should be disgusting, having someone’s feet in her mouth, but she’d had whole people in there many times. It hardly seemed to matter. And she was just so tasty! For several minutes she just sat there, sucking on a pair of tiny feet, till finally, blushing, she got a hold of her self and pulled back, the feet plopping out moistly.

“Enjoy your meal?” Miranda said cutely.

Christie stood up at the end of the bed, blushing.

“Uh… yeah. You’re delicious.” She managed, biting her lip.

“I’m glad you like me.” Miranda said, blushing a little herself. “So… um, were you planning on doing anything? I mean we could…” Then she blinked and looked down at herself. “Oh. I don’t imagine you have any clothes my size. I guess we can’t go out together.”

Oh! She hadn’t thought of that. Idiot! She slapped herself in the face and the two of them looked at each other.

“Yeah, that should have been obvious.” She managed. “Um, well guess we can stay in the house for a bit? I think one of my T-shirts would do as a dress. Oh, not to say you’re too short!” She said anxiously.

“But… I’m too short.” Miranda giggled. “Or, just the right size. Bite sized you might say.” She added, mirroring Christie’s own earlier thoughts as the girl wiggle her toes at her.

“How did I get this lucky?” Christie muttered, staring at her.

Miranda abruptly got more serious, though her eyes still twinkled.

“No. It’s me. I’ve longed for someone to be with for as long as I knew I was gay. But no one wanted a short stack. I’ve never met any one like you Christie. I just want to get to know you. You… do want to be my girlfriend, right?”

“Yes. Definitely yes!” Christie said, coming around the side of the bed and sitting next to her on the towel. Miranda swung her legs off it before she sat, hanging of the edge of the bed too, them sitting side by side.

Christie was used to looking down on a fair few people. The other girls around were generally a good deal shorter than her, but not this short! She wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulders, drawing her in to her side warmly. She was still blushing. She did have a naked girl she had barely met sitting next to her after all!

“Um, let me get you that T-shirt.” She managed, still blushing, and stood up.

Miranda giggled but didn’t object. Soon a white T-shirt was tossed to her and Christie couldn’t help but watch as she wriggled into it. Miranda didn’t stand up though and it just rested on her lap. Then she remembered how weak the girl had been when she came out before.

“How do you feel? I mean, do you think you can stand?”

Miranda gulped and glanced down at herself. Oddly the shirt was slightly tight across her, the impressive bust at least making the fabric not just sag on her.

“I… don’t know. Not using my muscles for days the last time did seem to make things awkward. Or maybe it was the way I was crammed in there.” She lifted her gaze up, but settled her eyes on Christie’s belly through the dress. “It’s so weird to think I was inside you in such a tiny space. It doesn’t feel like that. Felt like I was pinched in tight, like balled up but… not walnut sized or something. More like I filled you. Head up behind your ribs, butt down into your hip bones.”

Christie frowned. That didn’t feel right.

“Wait, you could feel my bones like that?” She said, pressing a hand to her ribs, confused.

“Well, I felt the ribs at first with the corset. That’s when I was popped behind them. After that it was mostly the hip bones. Like it was cradling me or something.”

“That sounds impossible. Not that any of this is possible to begin with…” She shook her head. “Never mind, it wasn’t painful so I guess we’ll figure it out later.”

Miranda just grinned at that.

“Yup. I plan on doing a lot of spelunking to find out.” She said, waggling her eyebrows.

Christie went bright red at that.

“Um… OK.” She blinked. “But later.”

Seeing the house she’d merely heard before (except for the brief view of the kitchen ealier with Lilly) she was all eyes, holding hands with Christie as she escorted her along the landing.

“So, that’s the bathroom at the end of the hall, that’s Lilly’s room. That’s the guest room. Uh, you want to sleep there?” Christie asked nervously.

Mrianda leaned over, her other hand patting Christie’s belly.

“I’d rather sleep here if you don’t mind. But… I guess occasionally it’d be nice to sleep in a bed.” She paused, then glanced nervously up at the tall girl. “Unless… you’d be OK me sleeping in your bed?”

“I… have no idea how safe that would be. What if I get hungry in the night an…”

“…and slurp me down into your ravenous belly?” Miranda giggled. “OK. Sounds like fun.”

Christie stopped, biting her lip. Then she turned to Miranda.

“Look, this isn’t a game. You don’t know how many people have… gone, in there. I don’t want to lose you!”

She reached up, having to reach up quite a ways, and pressed her hand against the girl’s cheek.

“It’s OK. I’m not leaving you. And I was serious. You don’t have to worry. If you ever get hungry, just eat me, OK?” She abruptly pulled in, wrapping her arms around Christie, finding her arms hugging just above the girl’s butt, her head bumping against the underside of her chest. “I want you to feel comfortable with me. Out here, or in there, I don’t care, alright?”

“I… alright. I guess.” She sniffed, then reached arms about her too. “Come on, I think Lilly is still here. Maybe you two can have a normal conversation this time.”

Again they walked hand in hand, The one remaining room pointed out (the linen closet) before they headed downstairs. A glance in the kitchen showed it empty, Miranda looking around the white walled room, the tops glistening.

“Are you a neat freak?” She said, peering up at her girlfriend.

Christie blushed.

“Well, maybe I get a little overzealous on occasion on that front.” She said, smiling down at her.

“Is that you Christie?” Came from the other room. Christie rolled her eyes.

“Who else would it be Lilly?” She said, then motioned with her head towards the other door from the hall.

Miranda followed Chrisite, out of the kitchen, through the hall again, and into the living room. There Lilly was just standing up from the sofa, and she stared at Miranda intently.

“Oh… hi.” She blinked, glancing back at Christie. “So… you made it out?”

Miranda caught Lilly’s nervous glance down to Christie’s rear.

“What? Oh no! No I didn’t go through this time. Last time took a couple of days! She coughed me up. Very nice.” She said, grinning.

“Uh… if you say so.” Lilly said, frowning. Then she turned to her sister. “So… you changed?”

“I… yeah. I don’t have much… nice for a date. This’ll have to do. Then we realized Miranda has nothing her size anyway. We’ll have to stay home tonight.”

Lilly blinked, staring at the T-shirt on Miranda for a moment. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward. She could feel her cheeks reddening.

“OK, maybe I could get you something tomorrow. What’s your size?” Lilly said.

Miranda blinked, staring at Christie’s sister. That was… nice.

“36, 20, 29, I generally just go for a size 5 or 6 or small, though some xtra small works, depending on the chest width.” She blinks. “Uh, except for bras. Though, usually I don’t bother. Never found a comfortable one.”

“Seriously?” Christie said. “I’d have thought it’d be more uncomfortable without? You know, with… large chest, small body and all.”

“Hmm, well, I think they don’t make them quite right for my weird size. Straps are always uncomfortable. A couple of sports bras were OK, but still not great. I’d rather just go without.”

Christie bit her lip and nodded.

“Um, fine with me.” She said softly.

“Um, guess small shoe size too huh?” Lilly added in.

“Um, yeah. And 22” leg.” She added. It felt really odd handing out her size to someone else like this. She’d always shopped for herself, even in her early teens.

“I’ll figure something out.” Lilly said, then sighed, a slight smile coming to her face. “As weird as it is I’m glad you finally found someone sis. You deserve it.”

“Oh… come on.” Christie said, blushing, before gasping as Miranda wrapped her arms around her in a sideways hug, tucking her head under the girl’s arm. “Heh, thanks Lilly. I’m still amazed she likes me.”

A gurgle echoed from Christie’s tummy and Mirand giggled.

“Sounds like you’re hungry.”

“I… sometimes it’s hard to resist, you know?” Christie said, and as Miranda looked up she saw the strain on the girl’s face.

“You don’t have to. I told you, you can eat me when ever you.. Ooomph!”

Abrupt pressure slopped over her whole head instantly, the girl leaving her grip as she spun and dove on Miranda greedily. She gasped as those dainty lips not only spread over her shoulder but sucked in heavily. Her feet left the floor abruptly, heaved up by shaking hands as she felt the throat embrace her. Heaving muscles worked on her head, shoulders, then…Oooooh chest! she moaned as in matter of seconds Christie had thrown her legs in the air and was sucking her hips in.

Sucking, gulping, powerful muscles packing her down. She felt the familiar embrace of the girl’s stomach as her legs sank in rapidly. Her knees were bent, and she just relaxed and let Christie mold her, tucking her away in her stomach, an incredibly satisfied ‘Aaaaah!’ coming from around her as feet vanished down her gullet.

Panting, Miranda realized that had taken at most eight seconds. Christie had literally inhaled her! She struggled to shift a bit, getting right side up, and at least Christie wasn’t clenching her stomach muscles. With a sigh she got into her familiar, front facing position and relaxed.

“Wow, you really WERE hungry! That was awesome.”

“Ah.. uh… sorry. Couldn’t hold back any longer.” Christie said.

“Ho. Le. Shit!” Lilly gasped, sounding like she was hyperventaliting. “That… you… what the fuck?”

“Um, it’s OK. She’s fine.” Christie said nervously. “I just… I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want to see that sis.”

“I just… fuck!” Lilly said, panting.

Miranda giggled at the girl’s reaction, then pondered.

“Uh, Christie? Last time my clothes didn’t survive. You want me to pass the T-shirt up? Besides, it’s more comfy in here without.”

“Oh, OK. I guess. I have other shirts though.”

“Yeah, but best minimize clothing loss. Heh, you are likely to go through a few with me right?”

“OK, just gently, alright?”

Mumbling an agreement while she struggled out of the T-shirt she found Christie relaxing her stomach. Seems she was getting a little better at that. But it was still difficult undressing, even just a shirt, as packed in as she was. A few minutes later she got it off, panting in the depths of her girlfriend’s tummy and used one hand to wriggle an opening to the throat, the other hand shoving the balled up T-shirt inside.

“Look, I know this is… new for you Christie.” Lilly was saying, apparently not noticing her sister wasn’t saying anything back. As her throat was full. “Just, I want you to be careful. This is so much. AHH!”

Lilly sounded like she jumped as Christie’s mouth accepted Miranda’s hand, complete with spit and stomach drenched T-shirt ball, and met Christie’s waiting hands, taking the garment from her. She waved happily to Lilly, then pulled her hand back inside. Drawing down, helped by Christie’s eager gullet, she tucked back into her little bedroom and snuggled up.

“OK… that’s weird.” Lilly managed.

“Mmmhmm, I’m gonna wash this, OK? Not sure how long it’ll last exposed to stomach juices repeatedly though. Uh, maybe you should get a few changes of clothes for Miranda? I’ll pay.”

“Nuh uh. Consider this an early birthday gift Christie. Or… house warming for Miranda? Whatever. On the house.”

Miranda giggled, then paused, her eyes going wide in the depths of Christie’s tummy.

“Wait, you have a birthday coming up Christie?”

A groan echoed around her making Miranda giggle.

“Yes. Thank you for that Lilly!” She said with a growl.

“Well, I don’t have anything to give you, but just take me, OK? I’m your gift. All of me.”

For a few moments nothing moved, then she heard a sniff above.

“I really don’t deserve you Miranda.” She said.

Miranda just snuggled in her love, hearing the deep resonante tones as she talked to her sister. This time it wasn’t lack of air that left her snoozing, but warm, contendedness, wrapped in a soft embrace and feeling Christie’s love.

Part V - A Day about town

Miranda gets some clothes and Christie takes her on a ‘date’ in town.

Soft, loving pressure, warm caresses, rippling motions on her legs… Miranda moaned, then gave little gasp as a tongue teased across the tops of her feet. Mmmmm!

Slowly her legs oozed out, squeezed up her girlfriend’s throat, and she wriggled. Doing it like this was, odd, but very nice. She sighed as her legs slicked smoothly from between those dainty lips, and her body started to squeeze up into the tight embrace of Christie’s throat.

Panting hard she was drawn out, Christie’s own muscles doing all the work, her just laying there and enjoying every second. Her hips packed tightly into that inviting mouth, tongue tracing over her thighs, then hips, but edged around the side. She frowned slightly at that. Christie had shied away from tasting between her legs before… it almost made her wonder if she just wanted her as a meal, not as a girlfriend… but the sensations were so wonderful the thought drifted away, especially as that rippling esophagus heaved up on her chest, drawing her body tightly towards that mouth. She wriggled her arms by her sides, loving the sensations as she rose up.

Moaning harder she grunted as tongue met breast, and a Christie’s own moan reverberated around her at the taste. She giggled inside, happy that her girlfriend was enjoying her, and oh GOD that felt good! But the gentle mastication of her chest was not for long, and soon her tits were squeezing out over that lip of hers, bursting out into the cooler air.

Christie pursed her lips as Miranda’s shoulders emerged, kissing her neck all around in a very weird way. Arms, now free, wrapped Christie blindly around the shoulders as the girl literally kissed her entire head. She could feel herself squeezed, Christie’s jaw working her, that tongue slathering her face. This was bliss!

Then there was an abrupt plop and she was yanked out of a breathless Christie, who looked oddly distorted, and who then got abruptly panicky looking, staring at Miranda. The distorted thing faded in less than a second, Miranda shaking her head, then she stared at the slightly scared look on her girlfriend’s face.

“Um, what’s wrong Christie?”

“You… your head. It was… squashed. Like a lozenge! Like… half it’s normal width!”

Miranda blinked. But… skull? How… she shook her head, didn’t matter.

“OK, that explains some of the weirdness inside you, but I’m fine. Have been the entire time.” Christie’s anxious look back made her heart wrench. “Hey hey! Don’t you dare cry! I’m here for you, and I’m fine!”

She was kneeling on the bed before Christie, towels down once more, and just… leaned in. The surprised girl blinking as she kissed her deeply. A moan escaped her lips, just before she claimed them, wrapping an arm tightly around her, the other sliding up into her hair, pressing Christie’s lips against hers. She revelled in the kiss, sliding her tongue into her mouth. As she blinked through this, she noticed Christie’s cheeks flush. So, she could eat her fine but blushed at a kiss? Maybe it wasn’t her not wanting Miranda as a girlfriend, more her just being shy? That felt odd, the hungry, needy way she behaved when she ate Miranda. But, that was instinct, right?

Pressing harder against Christie, who moaned back, she slid her arm down the soft fabric of her dress, the same soft blue one from yesterday, cupping her bottom tightly. Pressing she leaned in, her spit coated body pressing to Christie’s, nudging those breasts apart to let her lean into her lover.

Christie’s hands flickered, tentatively down behind her, her obviously feeling awkward, but not stopping her. Miranda’s heart raced, feeling finally close to someone, her tongue dancing inside Christie’s mouth, tasting her, breathing her. Finally she had to break the kiss, breathing hard, her eyes boring into Christie’s with lust as she stared at her.

Christie in turn looked half way between lust and panic… Miranda bit her lip, it looked so cute, her flummoxed by this whole situation.

“I… guess you want to go slow huh?” Miranda said with a sigh.

“I… Miranda? This is all… so… I’m sorry.” The tall girl just leaned in, head on Miranda’s shoulder, hugging her tightly.

“It’s OK, you can just eat me hmm?”

She pulled back abruptly from the hug and glared at her.

“No! This… I wanted to be with you today. Outside! I mean, you outside. Me…” She managed, blushing and fumbling with her words, unable to meet Miranda’s eyes. “That is… if you wa…”

“Of course I want to, silly! I’d love to spend the day with you. Um, how late is it?” She said, looking around for a clock. There were none to be seen on the two walls she could see from here.

“About ten thirty in the morning. Lilly’s been out a while, so she’ll be back soon. You want some breakfast?” Christie smiled, that blush fading. “I’m a pretty good cook!”

“I’ll bet you are. Well you can’t be any worse than me for sure! You don’t want to know how many times I burned omelets!”

Christie pulled back, then went beet red again and fumbled behind her. Shortly the T-shirt from yesterday, washed, dried and folded, was thrust into her arms. Miranda couldn’t help but giggle. She’d literally just felt up Miranda’s entire body with her tongue, but was embarrassed at looking at her naked? Silly Christie!

She took the neck of the T-shirt in her hands, flicking it out to dangle between them.

“Could you… help me into it? Pleeeeease?” she said, fluttering her eyelashes at Christie.

Christie blushed some more, then nervously nodded, taking it from her and wrinkling it up so it was a ring more than anything, thumbs in the neck hole, against her raised hands. Christie had said last night that this had been one of her old ones from school, before she… expanded chest wise. Thus it didn’t quite fit her any more. On Miranda it wasn’t quite tight, but her nipples stood out on it, even if it dangled loose everywhere else and dropped to her upper thigh in length.

Feeling Christie’s warm hands nudging it down across her body, smoothing it down, she sighed as she settled into it, the gentle touch of Christie as she draped her in shirt, it was very inviting. She caught a stare at her chest from the girl as she got her head into the T-shirt neck, back in view of her girlfriend once more, and smiled.

Christie glanced up, blushed and drew her hands away sharply.

“Hey, it’s OK.” Miranda said, smiling sweetly. “You’ve already had all of me, every inch. I’d be honored if you held m… Mph!”

Abruptly Christie leaned in, hugging her tightly, and Miranda smiled, hugging back.

“I… sniff Don’t deserve you Miranda.”

“Yes you do silly, and you have me, when ever you want, OK? To feel loved like this, wanted, needed? It’s divine.” Miranda sniffed too. “I… haven’t had a lot of that in my life. Not since my parents… left.”

Miranda, still hugging tightly, felt the bulge of the dress on top of her head and nuzzle upwards tenderly, pressing between Christie’s chest from below.

“Uh… I….” She stammered from up there.

“It’s OK. I love you, but I guess… it’s hard to just suddenly have someone fall into your arms huh? Or mouth. One or the other.” She said happily.

“You are so weird.” She giggled, so it didn’t feel bad at least. “Thank you. And thanks for not rushing me. I… I’ve needed someone for a long time. I do want to be with you, it’s just… I worry.”

“I get it Christie, I do. Just… let it go. I’m fine. Here with you, eaten, both are good.” She giggled herself. “Especially the latter!”

Shaking her head Christie pulled back, looking down lovingly at Miranda.

“Come on, lets see if Lilly is back yet.” And she took Miranda’s hand in hers and led her downstairs.

Lilly hadn’t come in yet so Christie treated her to breakfast. Waffles, home made, and French toast. Miranda happily tucked into it, ‘Mmm’ing her thanks to her love as they sat around the table.

Needless to say she ate way less than Christie did. Two waffles and a piece of toast with some OJ to wash it down.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful. You are really good at that Christie.” She said, leaning back in the chair.

Beaming back Christie seemed to be getting some of her confidence back.

“Happy you liked it. Lilly always says she loves my waffles. My mom’s recipe for the batter.” Miranda sighed. “What’s up Miranda?”

“Oh, just remembering my mom. My parents died a while ago. Last couple of years I stayed with my Uncle James. Not exactly a nice guy, but at least he didn’t mistreat me, just… ignored me mostly.”

“Oh, so… you’re… still in school?”

“Well, I had to retake the last year, now I’m twenty one. But… never was good at school. Except art… and English lit.”

“Oh… you went to college?” She said, watching as Miranda nodded, chasing the syrup around the plate with the last of the waffle stuffing it in her mouth with a happy sigh. “So, you’ll have to go back. I hope you haven’t missed anything important.”

Miranda blinked and stared up at Christie.

“What? Christie, I’m yours. All of me! Don’t think you’re going to get rid of me that easily!” She shook her head. “And it’ll be hard for me to go to college from your gut! And I intend to get comfy in there as often as I can. ‘Sides, never liked school. You mind? I mean, can I live with you? Or… inside you? Please?”

Christie stared at her, blushing intensely.

“I… um. Y.. yes?” She said, a nervous smile coming to her face. “Oh Miranda.”

She was so sweet when she was flustered! Miranda reached over and laid her hand upon Christie’s on the table.

“Call me Mira.” She said, stroking across the back of her love’s hand.

“Chrissie… or just Chris. Though it’s mostly just Lil that calls me that.” She said, still looking confused, staring deeply into Miranda’s eyes.

“Lil? As in ‘Lil bit’ or something?” Miranda said with a smile.

“Yeah. I know she’s five nine, but for our family that’s short. I’m six two, mom is six even, dad was six three…”

“Was? Is he… gone?”

Christie looked oddly at her, then shook her head.

“Oh no. He’s still around. Mom divorced him a long time ago, when I was about six.” She sniffed. “I remember him, vaguely. Have seen him a little, couple of times when I was about ten. Or eleven, I don’t quite remember. But… he was a bit standoffish. Mom said he thought about himself first and other people second, but… they parted amicably. At least mom says so. I don’t think she’d lie to me, and she seems OK when she talks about him.”

“OK, just making sure. I tend to think of that, with my parents… gone.”

She brought her other hand over, sandwiching Miranda’s hand between hers.

“I’m sorry. You cared for them a lot?” Miranda just nodded. “At least you have better memories than me huh?”

Miranda went to nod, but then jumped at a sudden heavy thump behind her. She turned and gaped. Lilly was staggering in, arms full of bags.

“Uh, little help guys. I think I dropped one in the driveway.”

Christie and Miranda scurried around as they helped her lug the bags upstairs, including the dropped one, dumping them on Christie’s bed.

“You said small shoe size, right? I went for one five, and a six. Hope one fits.” Lilly said, fumbling in one bag then offering up a cream pair of sandals.

“That’s perfect. Lilly, you really didn’t need to go to all this trouble!”

“Well, there is some variation. What doesn’t fit I can take back, OK? I figured it’d be better to fiddle around till you got what you wanted.” The girl said happily, flicking a lock of brown hair from her eyes.

Then she oofed as a little bundle of arms embraced her in a hug.

“Thank you so much.” Miranda said, muffled, pressing her head to the girl’s chest.

“Uh… thanks. But… I prefer boys.”

“Hmm? I… oh, sorry! I didn’t mean…” Miranda pulled back blushing. “I’m just short. I tend to… hug awkwardly. And I love hugs, always have.”

“Ooookay. Awkward.” Lilly said, “Sides, you have a girlfriend.”

Miranda looked lovingly over at Christie who was just shaking her head at the scene up till now. Then the two girl’s eyes met and Lilly saw the deep, longing look in them.

“I’m so glad you finally found someone Chris.” Lilly said. “You so deserve it.”

“Th… thanks.” Christie said, blushing again. “Still can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” Miranda said, smiling at her girlfriend. “Lilly’s right, you deserve it so much.”

After some fumbling Lilly slumped into Christie’s bedside chair, the other two sitting on the bed as Miranda tried on some shoes and socks. The smaller set seemed to work, and Miranda smiled as she stared at the cream sandals.

“Thank you Lilly, they’re very nice.” She turned then stared at the sister pointedly. “Uh… I’m going to get changed. I don’t think you want to be in here do you?”

“Oh! Shit, sorry.” She said, stumbling to her feet. “Look, just come out when you’re ready. I want to make sure it all fits, looks nice etc. All right?”

Miranda nodded, trying not to smirk as Lilly almost ran from the room.

“Your sister is fun.” She said as she slid the T-shirt up off herself and brought out some underwear. She caught Christie glancing at her and blushing. “Would… you mind helping me?” She said, standing up and holding the red and white striped panties before her.

That might have been a little much, but Christie didn’t object, staring at her rump as she turned away, lifting her feet up behind her, one, then the other, then warm hands helped slide them up her legs till they snugged warmly on her hips. Turning she grinned at her girlfriend, her still blushing, and blew a kiss.

“I… sorry.” Christie said, not knowing where to look it seemed. “I’m still kind of new… to dating. It took a long time with… well, my previous experience is not exactly ideal, to say the least.”

“It’s OK Chris. Just help me dress, alright?”

The next few minutes were very fun, the taller girl fumbling a bit as skirt and blouse were pulled on, leading into a tight embrace. Miranda was aiming for a nice kiss and cuddle, but abruptly got only the latter, as a shaking Christie hugged her tightly, leaning over slightly so Miranda felt her head swallowed by the larger girl’s bosom. She felt slightly pinched by the girl’s soft shirt, but sighed and leaned in, hugging back.

“Oh Mira… this is all so incredible. I just can’t believe you… Oh!”

Christie froze for a moment, then abruptly Miranda was yanked back, and again her vision was weird. She put her hands to her head, and had the distinctly weird sensation of her hands almost meeting each other before finding her head! It was squished flat sideways, from Christie’s chest! Over a second or two it squished back to normal, her vision distorting back to normal. She shook her head and grinned.

“That is so weird. Feels nice though.”

“I… what is going on?” Christie says, looking thoroughly confused.

“It doesn’t matter… love. I’m just glad I got you! Or you got me.” Miranda blinked. “Wait, does this mean you could squash me into your clothes while you’re wearing them? Oooh! That’s an idea!”

At that Christie went beet red, and after a few stammers led Miranda out of her bedroom.

Walking was a little tricky, but the bone weary weakness she’d felt the first time she exited Christie wasn’t there. She just felt a little weak and tired. Maybe drained was a better term. But she didn’t want to be less for her girlfriend so she knuckled down and tried to act chipper.

She was escorted into Lilly’s bedroom and Christie coughed.

“So, what d’ya think sis?”

The girl turned, having been sitting in front of her vanity, probably doing her makeup.

“Oh, OH that’s so cute!” She said, smiling brightly. “That blouse looks so perfect. Hmm, probably go better with a lighter color skirt. I think I got a blue one somewhere, powder blue if I remember right.”

“Heh, I’ve never been one for fashion. You might have to help me on that score.” Miranda said with a grin.

Lilly just shook her head.

“Hmm, that sounds familiar.” She said, glancing between Miranda and Christie. “I get to help you two with your wardrobe huh? I can live with that.”

Christie leaned towards, and down to, Miranda and cupped her hand over her mouth conspiratorially.

“She means she loves that.” She whispered overly loudly.

“Heh.” Miranda managed as Lilly blushed.

“Hey! I don’t have that many girlfriends. I mean friends who are girls!” She hastily added, waving her hands.

“It’s OK sis, we know you aren’t gay. No need to rub it in.”

The next few minutes were spent with Lilly giving advice on fashion, matching clothes and colors, even some makeup tips. Admittedly Christie had never really bothered much with makeup. It just seemed to attract boys. But now, maybe it would help with Christie, so she payed more attention.

After that they went back to the bedroom (without Lilly) and changed, till Chris and her sister were satisfied with her outfit. She did go with the light, powder blue skirt, which matched the slightly faded yellow blouse quite well. Makeup was relegated to some blush, lipstick and a tiny bit of eyeliner, all done by Lilly. Miranda made sure to try and remember what she could for next time.

And now, here they were, Christie and Miranda, out on the town. Lilly had waved them off, telling them both to be careful, but otherwise wishing them well on their date.

“I… don’t know what to do.” Christie said nervously as they headed downtown.

“Heh, join the club. I’ve never had a date before. At all. Fancy a bite to eat?” She added with a sultry tone, waggling her eyebrows.

“Mira!” She said, blushing. “No… you just got that outfit. Besides, we’re in public.”

“OK, OK, but if you get peckish find an alley and pig out. My clothes will fit in your purse, right?”

This just made Christie blush harder. She just mumbled an incoherent answer as they carried on.

They walked hand in hand, the bright morning sun beating down on them, Christie still wearing her light blue summer dress. It cut off above the knee and Miranda thought it looked rather cute on her.

They walked down the street, window-shopping, Miranda finding herself gazing at the fluffy white clouds more than usual. It was just such a nice day, and the company was amazing! She kept firm hold of Christie’s hand as they walked, her learning more about the shops here.

“…only moved in a few months ago. Not many book stores around here. Not since the online sales revolution anyway.” Christie said, smiling as she looked at the old style building, a small, cramped store with an older man at the counter.

“Thanks for sharing. This is so interesting. That you’d spend your time showing me the town. It’s just… wait, it’s Tuesday isn’t it? Didn’t you say you had work?”

Christie shifted, fidgeting a little.

“After last night was a bomb I called in sick. I was planning on going in to work this afternoon. If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not! I don’t want to keep you from your job. Besides, this way I get to see what your work place is like. Well, hear it anyway.” She said giggling.

Christie’s eyes shot wide open and she blushed again.

“Wait, what? I… uh…”

Miranda grinned up at her, lifting a hand up carefully to stroke her cheek.

“What, you think you could lose me for a day? Nope. Besides, you need to keep your strength up. A strong, well built girl like you needs to eat well. You need to go on a strict Miranda diet!”

Still blushing Christie led them off the main street.

“I… meant for us to stop somewhere for a snack or something.”

“Mmm, sounds fun. And tight.” Miranda said, nuzzling closer to her side.

“I mean in a restaurant, or maybe a coffee shop or something.”

“Mmm, that’s a little public. I don’t want to mess up the clothes your sister got for me.”

“Miranda!” Christie said, blushing even harder.

“Sorry, just your so cute when you’re flustered.”

Christie rolled her eyes, though still was blushing as she headed on, Miranda following on behind.

“Please try to keep this private. I… really don’t want it coming out.”

Miranda’s smile collapsed. She remembered all too well her own fear when this all started, not to mention the obvious worries Christie had of her being a ‘monster’ for her urges.

“I’m sorry Chris. I… it’s hard not to, you know?”

Christie turned, smiling back at her.

“Why don’t we have an actual normal date, hmm? Please?”

Miranda stopped, her girlfriend stopping ahead in response and staring back quizzically.

“So… movies?”

Christie smiled, the nodded sharply.

“Movies.”

It wasn’t quite the same somehow, going to the theater in the morning. Why not she wasn’t sure. I mean, it wasn’t as if it wasn’t just as dark inside as an evening showing. But as the two girls snuggled together at the back of the theater to watch some odd, cheapy action flick they managed to just sit and enjoy, despite the rather hackneyed plot contrivances as they rolled past the smirking duo on the screen.

“How many Macguffins are we up to now?” Miranda whispered.

“That’s… three with the code wheel I think. I mean, they didn’t even mention it at all till it was needed either.”

“Lame move.” Miranda said, nodding.

Both girls were smirking though. It was fun, despite Miranda having difficulty seeing over the seats in front.

“Next time I’m bringing a cushion.” She muttered.

Christie glanced left and right, bit her lip, then reached over and lifted Miranda off the seat with a half squeak. The small girl abruptly found herself sitting on her girlfriend’s lap, tipping her head back to peer up at the smiling face above her.

“OK, no cushion needed.” She giggled.

“Heh, totally worth it. Thank you Mira. Today… I haven’t had this much fun in ages.”

Miranda snuggled back, her head finding two perfect, soft, squishy head rests behind her, much to Christie’s embarrassment.

“I’m glad you think so. So…. after this you head back to work?” Miranda asked. After a sigh Christie nodded, her chin nearly smacking into Miranda’s head. “So… reckon we’ll have to head to the bathroom for your… snack. Hope you have room in your purse.” She said, keeping her eyes firmly on the movie screen as Christie’s abruptly hungry looking eyes slowly panned down to the head of brown hair resting against her chest. A gurgle echoed from behind Miranda as Christie’s tummy became suddenly enamored with the idea.

This might be a good work day after all.

They nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom, and Christie’s stomach was getting loud.

“Clothes!” Christie managed. “Quickly!”

“Ooh! You want me huh?” Miranda said, grinning, but did rush to comply, pulling her yellow top off and going for her skirt. Christie it seems couldn’t wait and lunched forward with a growl. “WheeeMph!” The smaller girl managed, before her head was slurped up hungrily.

She felt Christie’s desperate hands fighting with her skirt, but she managed, even as she heaved and swallowed, the odd sensation of her head being squished tightly down her girlfriend’s gullet. Yup, definitely getting squished up in here. This is so weird! Fingers fumbled with her knickers, then slid them off, then hands were clutching down under her, fingers tracing across her chest, but only for a moment before they were clutched hard. Miranda moaned as they were harshly stuffed into the girl’s mouth along with her upper body, odd squishing sensations as the mouth literally chewed on her lightly. She groaned passionately from inside Christie’s neck.

“Fuuuck yes!” She gasped, or tried to. Sounded a little odd to her ears, but seemed Christie was too far gone to listen. Hands fastened on her rump hard and heaved, a soft squelch, a heavy echoing gulp, and Miranda was slithering deeper into her girlfriend again. Tight, wet muscles rippled over her body like a warm massage, making her giggle, then her sandals were stripped off and her feet tossed in the air as Christie threw her head back. A series of heavy gulps echoed around her, wet, tight flesh embraced her in pulses, roving down her body, kneading and squeezing, shoving her body inwards. Wetness rose rapidly over her legs, the feel of a tongue tasting across her wiggling legs so divine.

One last gulp and her feet slipped into the warmth of Christie’s mouth, then joined the rest of her descending inside. Her head had already plopped into her tummy, then felt a little odd, expanding a bit, before being compressed once more as more of her body was shoved into the tiny little sack. Stretch, squeezed, stuff! She was packed in tightly, moaning as she folded her legs, tucking herself into a familiar position. Twisting she felt the scrape of Christie’s ribs over her brow, and she was being packed back into the warm and so tight embrace of Christie’s innards. A few sharp burps echoed, the remaining space around her clutching tighter, then… peace.

Though, she could feel herself fading, and she wanted to spend the day with Christie.

“A… air?” She said, then repeated a little louder.

“Mmmmm, I… Oh! Shit! Sorry!” Several loud, echoing gulps resounded across her body, and the packed stomach became slightly less packed. Taking a deep breath she sighed.

“Thank you.” Miranda said, squirming slightly in her warm wet prison. “Can you gulp air down occasionally? I want to stay awake to see what your work… uh, sounds like at least. Heh.”

A chuckle reverberated above and around Miranda. Mmmm, Christie’s voice was so close, her lungs right there just above her head. So so close.

“I… think I can manage that Mira. Holy fuck you’re delicious!” She said in a squeak towards the end.

“Good! Just means you get to eat me more, right? So, on James! Be my personal chauffeur.” A sharp prod in her calve make her gasp.

“Hey watch it! I’m not your chauffeur, OK? And please be quiet. I’m still not sure how easily other’s can hear you you know?”

Miranda chuckled but agreed, then settled in. True, it was dark, but nice. Warm, comfy, tight. So very very tight. The gyrating gait of Christie walking was always nice too, but she didn’t want to fall asleep. Though it was tricky she managed to stay awake as Christie headed to her work.