A woman was walking down an unlit alley, nervously looking about herself. However, she didn’t notice the figure slipping into the valley behind her.

-

Vixen sat crouched on the edge of a rooftop looking out across her city, feeling nearly exhausted. Recently the city had been hit by a crime spree.

It had been so crazy, it had been days since she had a real meal. Only whatever fast food she could grab on the go, as she had to spring into action again. She was feeling absolutely famished and was starting to daydream about a nice filling steak, when she heard a scream. Seemed that her break was over.

She activated the essence of a jaguar, using it’s enhanced hearing as a predator to pinpoint the screamer. Then leapt off on the hunt.

-

“Give me your purse or I will cut your throat.. uh, BITCH!”. The man waved the knife shakily. The woman flinched back, but then something above caught her eye.

“What are you looking…” he turned his head, seeing a flash of movement from the fire escape out of the corner of his eye. Next thing he knew he was on the ground, wondering how he had got there.

-

The takedown had been near instantaneous, Mari pouncing on him like a jaguar on a deer. Before the mugger even knew what had happened, Vixen had him pinned and pulled out the handcuff she had on loan from the local police department.

“Are you hurt miss?” she asked, while clicking the cuffs shut around his wrists.

The woman took a moment to find her voice. Vixen assumed it was the shock. Though she was looking a bit weird. It was almost like she was..smiling.

“N-no, I’m fine. Thank you, Vixen ”. The name came out as a happy sigh.

“I’ll take him to the station. You can come with me and I can escort you home afterw…”

“Please eat me!” Vixen was cut off at the woman’s insistent voice.

“I mean…” the woman visibly forced herself to calm down. “ …I would really like to thank my savior, by offering myself as your meal” she continued, more softly this time.

Unwittingly, Vixen shared an incredulous look with the handcuffed mugger, who gave her a shrug, just as clueless.

“It only makes sense right?”. Vixen eyebrows rose at the word “sense”. “You saved my life from a mugger who clearly intended to slit my throat”.

The man coughed at this. “Uh, I actually I only said that to get you to drop your purse. It’s actually just a prop knife. I…”.

“Therefore!...” she cut him off with frown of irritation. “… my life belongs to you now. So you can use my body to keep up your strength and continue to serve justice.” She started to sound more confident, like she had found her place in a script.

Vixen caught herself looking her up and down, inadvertently reassessing her according to …taste. Vixen shook herself. Where had THAT come from?

“Look, as much I appreciate your… generous offer…” the woman beamed and Vixen suddenly felt rotten for what she was about to say. Get it together Mari . She is nuts and t his is for her own good.

“… but I could never kill someone just for nourishment. I know a food place that is still open nearby. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it”.

The woman’s face fell, the excitement fading in her eyes. “But…”.

“I think you are in shock from the experience. Tomorrow you might feel very differently and I could never live with having taken advantage of you like that. Just knowing you’re safe is enough for me. You don’t have to do anything for me”.

Feeling herself losing control of the situation, the woman frantically interjected. “Please, do it for me then!”. Again, Vixen felt floored.

The young woman ran her hands through her hair, her next words earnest and unscripted. “Look, my name is Lucy and I have been looking for you. I’ve wandered the streets of your patrol area at night for weeks now. I have lost three purses, even got a black eye”. Vixen scowled at the mugger. “Wasn’t me!” he assured.

Lucy sighed, resigning to bare herself completely.

“Look, this isn’t just a spur of the moment thing. I’ve been fascinated with being eaten by beautiful women for years. It’s all I think about. The thought of sliding inside of a gorgeous superheroine to become part of her is just… amazing”.

At the end her speech grew distant, lost in the rapturous fantasy. Vixen could help but feel hot at the passion in her voice. Then she shook herself and went on

“And you have always been my favorite hero, so I really want it to be you. I am your biggest fan. If I am going to be part of someone, I want it to be someone as stunning and fantastic as you. I know you can eat me, if you use the essence of the python right?”.

Vixen nodded dumbly at this, then immediately chastised herself for encouraging the girl.

Lucy smiled in triumph. “I knew it! The others on the Vixen forum said I was crazy or a perverted troll, but you really CAN do it”.

Vixen made a last ditch attempt at regaining control of the situation. “Look, this is all very flattering, but I can’t just eat you. I have never even considered using my powers like that ”.

“Don’t you want me? Don’t you find me appetizing?” her voice was tremulous, like a negative answer would truly hurt her self worth.

Vixen didn’t know what to say in this crazy situation, but then her stomach decided to speak on her behalf.

“Gruuooohhh”, it complained of its prolonged emptiness. They both looked down at her midsection in surprise. When Lucy looked up, she was smiling. “Sounds like you do want me. Or at least one part of you does”.

Vixen was blushing and completely at a loss as what to do, her mouth opening and closing without sound. She couldn’t deny that the girl did seem scrumptious to her at the moment. And she was so hungry…

“It’s all right, you don’t really have to do much. Just relax, and if you taste anything you like, just… swallow” the last word came as a husky whisper.

The taste of the fangirl’s fingers invaded Mari’s senses as they slid into her mouth. She was shocked by how her body immediately responded the flavor, her instincts urging her for more .

But the entry came a stop almost as soon as it started. Mari felt the frustration of her body so vividly that she could swear she heard a snarl.

Lucy’s hands could go no further, the anatomy of a woman’s mouth was simply incapable of fitting more of them.

Mari knew that she should stop things here. Lucy would feel heartbroken and rejected. But she would be alive and maybe one day her feelings would fade. But it felt so good. And Lucy was so eager to give. Almost without conscious thought she activated her totem. Almost.

A spectral python flashed across Vixen’s body. Suddenly, the black woman’s mouth seemed to have turned into rubber, easily stretching to accommodate more and more of the volunteer meal.

Lucy broke into a delighted smile. Her idol had accepted her offering, this was really happening! If this was another of her dreams, she never wanted to wake.

As Lucy pushed herself in past her elbows, Mari was vaguely aware of the mugger stumbling back in shock, his back hitting a wall and him sliding down it.

Lucy put her head between her arms to make herself easier to take in. It was like she was doing a head dive, which it could be argued that she was, into a waiting stomach.

Vixen went to her knees, allowing the other woman to bend forward and down inside of her.

Vixen lips made to Lucy’s head and were soon sliding down her face. Lucy closed her eyes with a little smile as her eyes, then mouth disappeared. Soon her head was a round bulge travelling down Vixen’s throat.

That was when she reached her limit.

Lucy pushed and wriggled, standing on her toes to get as far as possible. But, try as she might, this was it. She couldn’t get herself farther into her idol on her own.

This was it. Until now Mari had remained mostly passive, letting Lucy do all the work. Like if she didn’t take initiative, she wasn’t responsible for what was happened. But that was hypocritical bullshit and it wasn’t fair to Lucy!

She made a decision. She firmly grabbed Lucy’s butt, hoisting it upward. Her center of gravity shifted, Lucy started sliding down, recommencing her entry into the heroine.

There was a muffled squeal of surprise from the black woman’s chest. But Lucy soon relaxed and then gently wriggled, the two women now working together to bring her inside.

Lucy was delighted that superheroine had taken a more active role in her consumption. Vixen had activated her totem, making it possible in the first place. But the ebony beauty working to take her inside, showed that she was really wanted. That unwound the knot in her stomach that had been there since Vixen first turned her down. Afraid that after everything, finally finding her idol and confessing her desires, the superheroine just didn’t really want her as a meal. Finally she could relax and luxuriate in sensation of warm, moist flesh tighly wrapping around her body. Feeling wanted .

She suddenly realized that all but her feet were enveloped in Vixen warm insides. Lost in her rapture, she had missed almost all of her lower half disappearing between the hot lips.

Mari pushed the toes in with a finger and then made a pronounced swallow, the last of the fangirl sliding down her throat. Vixen let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

She looked down her stomach. It looked huge, almost as big as she was. The skin was stretched across her meal, and though no details were visible, you could make out a feminine shape curled up in a fetal position if you looked for it.

Lucy was clearly still conscious, her form wriggling and squirming, as she explored the insides of Vixens stomach. Vixen could feel the loving caresses of the girl’s hands on her insides.

The squirms started to settle down and the hands moved away from exploring her stomach. They were instead replacing by small rhythmic movements. Mari realized what Lucy was doing. She was masturbating of her!

The sheer hedonism of Lucy pleasuring herself in the stomach that was getting ready to digest her, struck a nerve in Mari. She suddenly felt like she was burning up with lust. With her stomach full, she needed another part filled immediately.

She suddenly remembered the mugger, jerking her head. He was still up against the wall he had slid down, sporting a raging erection. He could had had ample opportunity to escape. But he had been transfixed the debauched spectacle, finding himself irresistibly aroused by watching one beautiful woman devouring another whole.

Now he looked at her with equal parts lust and fear, wondering if he would be next.

Vixen ponderously got to her feet, unused to the new weight on her middle, and sauntered over towards him. Her huge stomach bouncing gently with her steps, until she was standing in front of him, her belly almost bumping him in the face.

“Seems like she wasn’t really much of a victim, so you weren’t really committing a crime, even if you thought you were. Let’s say, I have an itch right now. If you help me scratch it, we’ll forget all about tonight. Do we have a deal?” she gave him a sultry grin.

He swallowed nervously, his eyes glued to the mocca brown flesh orb in front of him.

-

The alley resounded with the slap of flesh against flesh, as well as the moans and panting of two people.

“Yes! Fuck me! Pound that little slut into mush inside of me! Oh god, why is that so hot…?”.

Vixen was on all fours, half crouching, half lying on her girl filled stomach.

This was not how he had expected this night to go. Hopefully a score. Maybe if his luck was bad, getting arrested or injured. The possibility of feverishly pounding a famous superheroine while she digested a girl, for some reason hadn’t occurred to him.

“I-I can’t hold back much longer…” he whined, gasping for breath.

Vixen twisted her head to fix him with a raptors glare. “Don’t you dare finish before I do!”, she growled. He flinched in fear, grimacing in exertion, desperately trying to hold back his climax. Fortunately for him, the black superheroine soon started to convulse.

“Yes, that’s it! Right there! Fuuuuccck..!”.

Vixen spasmed, going quiet in her climax. The mugger groaned in relief, finally allowed his own release. then fell onto his back, completely exhausted.

Mari sat up against a wall, breathing deeply, savoring the post orgasm bliss. Having her stomach unnaturally stuffed like this, should make her nauseous. But instead, she had never felt so satisfied and relaxed after a climax before. A small voice told her that anytime someone could walk into the alley and discover her. But Mari just felt too good to pay it any heed.

However, she started to notice other, muffled sounds. At first failing to place them, she realized that they were coming from inside her. She looked down at her bloated stomach. There the sounds were again. She put her ear to her stomach. “Lucy, did you say something?”. There were sounds again, which definitely sounded like the girl talking, but Mari still couldn’t make anything out.

She closed her eyes and the spectral shape of a bat flashed across her. A sudden onslaught of sound hit her, like she had just removed earplugs. She had to filter through all the sounds of the neighborhood that was suddenly flooding her senses, focusing on the ones she wanted. There!

“… hear me Vixen?”. Lucy voice was suddenly clear.

“Yes, I hear you sweetie. How is it going in there?”.

”Ngggh… hot… so hot” came her strained voice. With her enhanced hearing Mari could make out the steady sizzling of her stomach acids, hard at work on Lucy’s body.

By the weakness of the girl’s voice, Mari’s stomach clearly hadn’t gone easy on her. Being jostled around by the feverish fuck probably hadn’t helped either.

“I’m… not sure… I want this… anymore. So… hot… maybe…let me…out?”.

“Sorry sweetie, I won’t do that.” Mari refused, gently caressing Lucy through her skin.

“W-what?” came Lucy’s shocked voice.

Mari felt up Lucy’s body through the skin of her belly. “I think you are almost done. At this point, my stomach squeezing you, is just about the only thing holding you together. If I let you out, you would really just… fall apart. I’m afraid it is too late for second thoughts”.

“B-but it…h-hurts!” she whined.

”Sssh, don’t fight it sweetie. Just let it in and the bad part will be over soon” Vixen soothed her.

There was some weak struggles inside as Lucy started to panic. But then she seemed to regain her composure.

“You are… right. I asked… for this. And it was… the best… I ever… had. Sorry for… panicking.”

Mari gently patted Lucy’s head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You were… right too… it feels sooo… nice now…” she moaned, her voice was faint, like she was only just holding on to consciousness.

“I am happy to hear it. My biggest fan turned out to be the best meal I ever had and I want it to be good for her too”.

“Rea…lly?” from the tone, Mari could imagine Lucy’s face beaming with happiness at the compliment. Though the face she remembered, definitely wouldn’t look like that pristine anymore after being exposed to Mari’s stomach acids for so long.

“You were amazing honey, just rest. You’ve so very much earned it, my lovely little snack”.

“Ok…ay…” Lucy happily sighed and went quiet. And that was the last the outside world ever heard from Lucy Carson.

Vixen didn’t know exactly when she expired, her being so quiet. She couldn’t seem to stop massaging her stuffed stomach fondly. Eventually she felt something come apart under her hands inside of her stomach. She realized Lucy, the woman with a future and goals, was gone. All that was left inside of her was dissolving meat, sizzling away inside of her.

She started firmly kneading her stomach, suddenly seized by a need to mash up the girl. Eventually her stomach was soft and when she pushed against it, her hands sank deep into the mass, it’s contents sloshing around inside.

Vixen sighed in satisfaction and got to her feet.

She turned her head to the tired, hapless mugger still on ground. “Oh, if I catch you being naughty again, maybe I’ll eat you next.” Then she sauntered away.

He shivered. Was that a deterrent… or an incentive?

Vixen sauntered out of the alley, unapologetic satisfaction evident in her every movement, her stomach swaying from side to side with every step in tact with her hips.

-

Mari tiredly stumbled into her apartment. She was barely in the door, when she felt an irresistible desire for a shower. She quickly stripped, leaving a trail of discarded clothing to the bathroom.

The trip home had been long. Normally she could move around by jumping rooftop to rooftop. But in her condition, she wasn’t even going to make the attempt, superpowers or no. So she had opted for a less heroic, but dependable mode of transportation. The bus.

She had changed into civilian, barely managing to squeeze herself into them. The bottom her t-shirt rode up to just under her breasts. But no matter how much she pulled, she couldn’t get it further down the dome of stomach. Fortunately, the bus was almost empty. Though nobody said anything, she did draw the stares of everyone on it. She could only imagine what they had thought. That she was pregnant with octuplets? At least Lucy had melted down enough that her belly was round and shapeless. She had flushed at the thought. There was an exhibitionist thrill to her having her belly exposed to the eyes of strangers, while it was reducing a human woman to mush. She almost wished that Lucy’s shape had been visible, so everyone watching would know. But that would probably have prompted explanations she was not ready to give. Not yet.

Under the shower, she savored the hot water running across her skin. She looked down, the water cascading off of her great brown dome, forming tiny rivers across the rounded surface. The sight fascinated her. Her muscles, weary from exertion of devouring a whole human being and then the frenzied lovemaking, were relaxing under the flow of hot water and the feeling was exquisite.

After half an hour under the shower, she reluctantly turned off the water. She could have stayed all night under the hot water, but fatigue was hitting her hard. The exertion of devouring a meal her own size and the following digestion left her body demanding rest to finish off Lucy’s remains.

Drying herself proved a bit of challenge, getting the towel reach around her stomach. Though Lucy had started funneling into the intestines, Mari’s stomach was still a massive flesh orb. But eventually she managed to get somewhat dry and stumbled into her bedroom, barely able to keep her eyes open. She collapsed onto the bed and was barely conscious when she hit the sheets.

Her stomach was giving off wet gurgles, cracks and pops as it rendered a human woman down into paste, absorbing the nutrients.

One would think it far too distracting to sleep, but Mari found the sounds soothing, like they were lulling her to sleep. It also felt so right somehow. Like she was a lion cub eating meat for the first time. Like she had finally tasted real food.

While she slept, her stomach would complete Lucy’s digestion and absorption into the body of her favorite superhero.

-

The next morning, Mari woke suddenly from a feeling of discomfort. Half asleep, she instinctually recognized the need for a toilet and sluggishly moved to get out of bed. Something felt weird though, throwing off her balance.

She looked down herself, eyes settling on her stomach that was the size of basketball. She stared at it in confusion for a few moments, but then the events of last night came back to her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, smiling wistfully as she gently rubbed her gut. “Thank you for a great night Lucy. I hope it was all you wanted”.

SCAT warning

Then her stomach groaned and she winced in discomfort. “Allright, allright I’m going”. She got up with an ‘ oof ’ and padded towards the bathroom. She settled down on the toilet seat with a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure what to expect though. How much waste did a digested human body generate?

The answer was a lot. She spent the next hour on the toilet, repeatedly flushing during, to try and keep it from clogging. Lucy made her reappearance to the world was as smooth brown waste.

The real issue came with the clothes. Most had been dissolved to flecks and scraps by the stomach acids. But Lucy had worn a leather belt and leather shoes that had proved more resistant. One shoe had an almost intact sole. Pushing this out proved quite the arduous task. It got stuck for nearly fifteen minutes, during which Mari became increasingly convinced that she would have to go to the emergency room to have a woman’s shoe removed from her colon. She was halfway done with a lie about having been really hungry and incredibly drunk, when it finally came loose, the rest flooding out behind it.

Mari sighed in deep relief and wiped a bit sweat from her brow. She still had a potbelly, so Lucy was not entirely through her system.

SCAT over

“Ugh, you were fantastic Lucy, but for the next one, no clothes. They are far too much trouble to get out afterwards”. She realized that she had already unconsciously decided that there would a next time.

And why not? If Lucy had been willing, there had to others like her. A girl could keep her fueled for crime fighting for a long time. And they were half as tasty as Lucy had been…

Maybe she would even herself explore a stomach herself one day. Lucy had seemed to have the time of her life. And there were other gorgeous superheroines, whose bodies she wouldn’t mind adding to.

This night in an insignificant alleyway had opened a whole new world of possibilities that Mari found herself eager to explore.