The door chime of the "KeepItFit" gym rang out as a young girl with a tan complexion, probably of Latin origin, whose long hair was dyed carmine velvet, entered. She was wearing black jeans with a white t-shirt hidden under an open black jacket. The small music of the chime caught the attention of the receptionist, a young blonde woman wearing the gym outfit and whose hair had been tied up in a bun. She turned her gaze to the visitor who had just returned.

"Oh! Alma, it's been a long time!" the receptionist put down her pen and smiled as she watched the young woman approach.

"Hi Cass! Yeah, it's been a while, I've been away for a month in Honduras, visiting family for the holidays." Alma pulled out her membership card and presented it to Cass.

"So you're here to get back in shape after enjoying the sunshine and the local 'food'?" Cass flashed a wry smile as she scanned Alma's card.

"Don't worry, I made sure to stay in shape there!" Alma tucked her card into her pocket. "Prey fat doesn't last long when faced with laps against the waves of the sea or jogs in the mountains." Alma gave her sculpted abs a slap. "But I still need to train, the sports season starts again in two weeks and I need to be in shape for the club."

"What kind of club are you in again? Swimming, right?" asked Cass.

"Almost, water polo. We had a good season but we're hoping to do even better this year!" Alma struck a little pose with her arms. "By the way, any changes at the club since last month?" asked Alma as she noticed that the lobby had been renovated a bit.

"Yes, we opened a new aerobics area as well as a rooftop deck for outdoor yoga." replied Cass while racking her brain feeling like she forgot a piece of information. "AH YES! Management is also trying a new approach to get more customers to stay so we have 5 security guards circulating between the halls."

"Security guards? How would that help build customer loyalty?" asked Alma, frowning in incomprehension.

"Well, it's more of an idea to retain preys." Cass placed her pen behind her ear as she explained the project. "The preys who come here to train do so for pleasure, to keep in shape or to build muscle to resist preds who are a little too hungry." Cass crossed her arms. "And even the preys who come here to build up an appetizing body do so in order to seduce a pred outside of the gym. So the management's goal is to say 'Hey preys! Here, we make sure you don't end up in the stomach of a hungry pred after your workout" and so security makes sure that no prey is disturbed during their workouts."

"And if the prey is willing or wants to be swallowed, what happens?" asked Alma.

"Well, they won't intervene, they'll just ask the prey if she's bothered or not." replied Cass. "If the prey tells them she's bothered or if they see the prey struggling, they'll come and deal with you and they'll kick you out of their butt."

"You mean kick my butt out of the gym."

"No, they're going to eat you, "bad pred become prey" house policy, and forget about the very idea of resisting, they're very strong physically." Cass made a horizontal motion with her forearm to emphasize that this was impossible.

"Okay, I more or less understand the project, and your opinion on the idea, does it work well?" asked Alma.

"My opinion? My opinion it's simple, it's a bad idea." Cass raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "We used to have two or three top preds in the gym every day and they spent their time practicing. Now we have five top preds walking around the room all the time, looking for food. Every night I see them leave the gym with a full stomach, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that they're not just feeding on the preds." Cass sat back down violently in her chair before taking her pen from behind her ear. "So no, to me it doesn't work."

"Okay, I see, now we just have to hope that management drops the idea soon." Alma headed for the locker room. "See you later Cass." A farewell to which Cass merely replied with a wave as she resumed her accounting.

Alma entered the locker room and began to change, she put on a pink top-tank that revealed her abs and white leggings, she tied her long crimson hair in a bun, put her things in her bag and headed to the lockers.

In front of the lockers, she passed a young blonde who had tied her hair in two braids, her body glistening with sweat as she took a towel out of her bag to blot her forehead. Alma greeted her in a friendly manner and the stranger offered Alma a friendly smile before heading to the locker room.

"She was cute, maybe I should get her number for a future meal." wondered Alma as she put her things away in a locker. "Oh what the hell, I'm not risking anything by asking her..." Alma was brought out of her thoughts by hearing a cry of surprise that was quickly muffled. She turned back to the locker room and noticed the blonde's legs jiggling over the locker room partition.

"Shit, robbed..." said Alma as she watched the prey's legs slowly slide behind the partition before disappearing and hearing a wet sound of lips finishing sucking spaghetti. "But how? Didn't Cass say there were guards patrolling to prevent this?" wondered Alma before hearing complaints from the locker room.

"Sorry about the ambush but those guards are a pain in the ass, they stole my lunch while my back was turned, I had to find a workaround..." these laments were accompanied by sounds similar to a hand patting a full stomach.

"Yeah...Cass was right, those agents are useless...they just push the preds back into the locker room while keeping the preys in the gym for themselves." thought Alma as she grabbed her water bottle and a towel before heading into the gym.

The room was half full, Alma could recognize some of the regulars but what caught her eye were the two security guards at the back of the room, they were wearing caps that hid their eyes but Alma could tell by their head movements and smiles that they were scanning the customers in the room. Alma preferred to avoid them and went to another room, she headed to the weight room which was practically empty. A few bodybuilders were working out with dumbbells while a young woman was doing pull-ups on the bar in front of the mirrors in the room.

Alma sat down on an ab bench that was set up behind the pull-up bars. Alma began her reps, taking the opportunity from time to time to glance at the young woman. Alma could only see her back but she was intrigued, she tried to observe as much of the girl as possible whenever she could. After 10 minutes, the two bodybuilders left the room and Alma straightened up to observe attentively the stranger who attracted her desire. She was a young woman whose black mid-length hair had some purple reflections, she was wearing a dark grey sleeveless t-shirt, a military style pants and an MP3 player was hanging on her left arm. With every pull she made, Alma could see the t-shirt molding to her muscular shoulders. Alma was biting her lip as she watched her do it when suddenly the unknown woman stopped. Alma understood when she saw that the other woman was staring at her in the mirror. The young woman let go of the bar and turned around.

"Oh shit, please don't call the agents..." Alma thought before noticing the unknown woman walking towards her, taking her headphones out of her ears. "...Or is that a free lunch?"

"Hey. You." the stranger was standing in front of Alma, her arms were crossed and her face showed a stern expression despite a slight smirk.

"Uuuuuuh...yes?" Alma was surprised. The stranger smelled like a prey but she looked at Alma like she was a pred.

"I saw how you were looking at me, you're not discreet." The stranger scanned Alma's body with her gaze. "You're pretty meaty but very fit, I wonder how long it will take me to melt you off my thighs." Alma was shocked, this girl was definitely a prey but her toothy grin proved that she was serious.

Alma shook her head to pull herself together. This wasn't the first time Alma had encountered somebody that looked at her like a meal, but Alma was still here and these preds are now fat on her butt. If this prey wants to act like a pred eating pred, Alma will treat her like one. Alma stood up and glared at her despite the height difference, Alma being 5'5" while the stranger was 5'8".

"You have a big mouth for a prey but I don't think it's big enough to swallow me so be nice, let yourself go and I'll let you slide tenderly out of my butt." Alma ran her fingers over the stranger's crossed arms.

"Yeah, I know my smell betrays me. But that doesn't stop you from being delicious with an apple in your mouth, a carrot in your ass and after two hours in an oven. Pred are full of protein!" The stranger smiled as she looked down on Alma.

"Oooh, you are that kind of prey. I can see where you get that panache." Alma ran her hand through the stranger's black hair with a purple sheen. "You're cute but I'm not too keen on finding out about your oven."

"That's what they all say before they end up tied up in my kitchen." The stranger uncrossed her arms and put her hands on her hips.

"All ? I've known preys that managed to devour 1 or 2 preds but more is rare!" Alma approached the prey. "You must have a secret I'd love to find out, it's for a prey friend of mine. I'd love to explain your technique to her after I send you on a tour of the city sewers."

"There's no big mystery, you just have to know how to pick preds who keep their word." the stranger leaned close to Alma's ear "and you seem to be a lady who keeps her word."

"Who keeps their word? You intrigue me." asked Alma as she took a step to the side while maintaining the dueling gaze.

"Yeah, a kind of bet. Arm wrestling, races, contests and all. Winner eats the loser. And I've never lost." The girl looked in the direction of the dumbbells. "How about a barbell squat contest? Whoever does the most reps wins."

"Oooooh, so you're asking me if I want to put my life on the line for a free meal?" asked Alma with a big smile on her face.

"Right, you can refuse and I'll leave you alone but you won't have a chance to savor me." the woman turned back to the bars. "Well, I don't even think you have a chance of beating me so you'd be doing the smart thing." her voice was full of provocation.

"Mmmmmmh, how much weight on the bar?" Alma walked over to the dumbbells.

"Let's say 60!" the stranger began to put the weights on her bar. "Do you accept?"

"I'll take the bet!" Alma grabbed a barbell. "By the way, what's your name? I like to know the names of my meals."

"You can call me Cook" the young woman laughed. "Luna, remember that. I like to hear the preds yell my name when I shove a carrot up their ass. And you, what's your name?" Luna finished placing the weights on her bar and waited for Alma to do the same.

"Alma, but don't worry I'll remember your name! I remember the names of those who travel in my belly!" Alma finished installing the weights on her bar.

"Very funny, are you ready?" asked Luna as she placed the bar on her shoulders.

"I'm waiting for your signal!" Alma placed the bar on her shoulders.

"Well, may the best one have a full stomach!" said Luna as the two girls began their reps.

The silence of the room was disturbed by the grunts of effort of the two young women who continued to lift their bars at a frantic pace. They were sweating, strands of Alma's crimson hair were stuck to her forehead from sweat while the back of Luna's shirt was dark with sweat. The two continued a duel of stares with the reflection of their competitor in the mirror. The two young women wore false smiles, trying to hide the exhaustion they were beginning to feel.

"I don't know...what's going to...make me sleep the most...tonight." said Alma between 2 labored breaths. "Exercise fatigue or the food coma you're going to give me!"

"If you want a comfortable bed...I can show you one made of potatoes and herbs..." Luna bit her lip to focus on the effort.

Alma was starting to get exhausted, large drops of sweat were falling from her forehead before landing on her cleavage. Her head was starting to spin slightly, it was getting more and more complicated for her to lift the bar but Luna didn't seem to be doing much better, her movements were more feverish, more shaky. "Shit, I'm good for the oven..." thought Alma as she felt a pain in her shoulders. "I'm at my limit..." Alma was about to drop the bar when she heard Luna complain.

"Sixt..Sixty-ni...Shiiiiiit..." Luna dropped the bar and it fell back onto the tatami before she in turn collapsed next to the bar, out of breath and sweaty. She put back her black mid-length hair and looked at Alma who wore a relieved but exhausted expression as she put her bar on the ground. "Okay, you win your lunch..." Luna lowered her head, her elbows resting on her lap.

"I'll be honest...if you had lasted a few more seconds...I was losing..." Alma tried to catch her breath between words. She reached out her hand to Luna to help her up.

"Yeah...but now I lost so I'm just meat..." Luna grabbed Alma's hand and helped herself up.

"Well, you're prime meat, you shouldn't be ashamed of that!" Alma ran her forearm over her forehead to get the sweat off. "Ready to visit your new home?" asked Alma, licking her lips.

"A bet is a bet." Luna crossed her arms as she continued to look Alma in the eye.

"In that case..." Alma was interrupted as she felt a muscular hand rest on her shoulder. She turned her head and noticed that the hand belonged to a female guard. The woman was looking at Alma with hungry eyes and the strength of her grip on Alma's shoulder testified that even if Alma tried to struggle, it wouldn't help.

"Excuse me, but is this pred bothering you?" the guard asked, looking at Luna.

"No, it's okay. She's a friend." replied Luna with a wave of her hand.

"Are you sure? She looks very hungry though! It's dangerous for you." Alma felt the grip tighten on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure. She doesn't bother me. Now, leave us alone please." Luna crossed her arms as she stared into the agent's eyes.

"I see." The agent let go of Alma's shoulder before looking her up and down. "Too bad..." she said, biting her lip. She turned and headed for the exit, her chestnut ponytail swaying with every step she took before she left the room.

"Thanks...she looked very hungry..." Alma rubbed her shoulder to make the pain go away.

"Yeah, those guards are always hungry...by the way, don't thank me. I already told you a bet is a bet. I don't plan on backing out." Luna sat down on one of the ab benches. "So...how's this going to happen? What should I do?" asked Luna as she took off her shoes.

"You? Nothing, just let yourself go and enjoy the ride." Alma scanned Luna's body, her six-pack was molded through her wet t-shirt, her small breasts were not devoid of flesh and her face was tantalizing with her beautiful drawn lips and adorable ears hidden under her black and purple strands. " Though...can you take your pants off? I'm not sure I can digest that kind of fabric..." asked Alma as she looked at Luna's military canvas pants.

"Yeah right. But I'm keeping my shirt on." Luna commenced to pull down her pants, revealing a pair of panties with a drawing of a rabbit holding a heart between its paws.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind digesting your shirt and..." Alma raised an eyebrow as she spotted Luna's panties.

"What?" asked Luna as she set her pants down by the bench.

"I would have thought that a girl like you would have different taste.... in lingerie..." Alma hid a slight mocking smile with the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, yeah, very witty." Luna lifted her feet in Alma's direction. ''But the only taste you should care about is how my body tastes." Luna turned her head to the side, waiting to feel Alma's mouth close on her feet. But instead, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder and another rest on her stomach. She turned her head and could see that Alma was leaning close to her face.

"You look a little stressed to me...being tense like this is bad for the meat." Alma lifted Luna's shirt a little with her hand.

"I'm not the archetypal gutslut, it's kind of normal for me to be a little...apprehensive." Luna looked Alma in the eye, the pred clearly had the upper hand.

"I like my meat tender..." Alma slipped her fingers under Luna's panties. "Let's try to soften you up!" and she slid two fingers into Luna's pussy.

Luna let out a muffled cry, she grabbed Alma's arm but didn't try to pull it away. Her pupils were shaking with pleasure as Alma nibbled on her ear.

"Very wet!" Alma released Luna's ear from the grip of her teeth. "For someone who isn't a gutslut, you seem very turned on!"

"Shut...shut up..." Luna struggled to speak, Alma's expert fingers knew exactly what to squeeze. Luna looked into Alma's eyes with an expression of pleasure and envy.

"Yeah, they always look at me like that in the end!" Alma flashed a big, toothy grin.

"Wh...who?" asked Luna before a gasp as she felt a third finger penetrate her.

"All the preds who tried to treat me like a prey. They all looked at me like that before they ended up in my belly. I'm a top pred, if I'm going to eat a pred, I'll take great pleasure in it!" Alma bit Luna's lower lip. "You taste good!"

"Aaaah....aahhh...Oh god..." Luna squeezed Alma's arm even harder before she bucked in pleasure as she came on Alma's fingers. She let go of the pred's arm before collapsing onto the bench, breathless again as Alma removed her hand from her meal's panties.

"You're the first prey I've ever treated like a pred, you should be proud of that!" Alma crouched down in front of Luna and grabbed her feet. "Now for the best part!" then Alma gulps down Luna's feet.

"Well...Bon appetit..." said Luna feverishly as she was still recovering from her orgasm. The remark made Alma smile as she continued to swallow her prey's legs. Once Luna's knees entered her throat, Alma grabbed her thighs and used them as a hook to pull herself forward and swallow part of Luna's thighs. Alma then noticed something, like fingers moving under Luna's panties. "This girl may not be a gutslut, but she caught on to the mood quickly!" even though Alma couldn't see her head, as Luna was lying full length on the bench.

Luna for her part was trying to enjoy the moment without looking at Alma. She liked the warm, moist feeling she was getting, but she was afraid that seeing her body go into a mouth would break her desire. "It's not so bad!" she thought as she closed her eyes, her head still resting on the bench. She bit her lip as she fingered herself with her right hand and her left hand was under her shirt massaging one of her breasts. She felt her legs being more and more surrounded by a wet and warm envelope. She felt this sensation covering her crotch and then slowly her belly, she arched her back slightly to allow Alma's lower jaw to pass. She could feel Alma's tongue caressing her back as her feet began to be immersed in a slightly tingling liquid. Alma's hands then came to rest on her shoulders and Alma pressed them down making the prey's chest and shoulders disappear into her throat. Luna opened her eyes one last time. "Yeah, it's not as bad as I thought..." she said before Alma's palate closed over her face and she was sealed into her pred's body.

Alma still had a few strands of black and purple hair sticking out of her mouth as she tried to sit on the bench. The bulge from Luna's head was clearly visible in her throat. Alma swallowed hard, the strands of hair disappearing into her mouth as Luna's head went down to join the rest of her body in the young pred's stomach.

"God, you were so tasty with your sweat!" Alma then noticed something bothering her. Something sticking out of her mouth, she grabbed it with her hand and noticed that it was Luna's headphones. "Oh! Mmmmmh, maybe she wants to listen to her music one last time?" Alma sucked on the headphones like spaghetti. "Yeah, though I don't know if I'll be able to digest an Mp3...maybe I should have asked her to take it out now that I think about it..." Alma caressed Luna's form that was molded through her belly.

In her stomach, Luna was curled up, the acids were already halfway up her body, Alma was really hungry after the exertion. "It's really dark...and the smell of the acids stings the nose..." Luna thought to herself "but they don't burn as much as I thought...it's even...kind of nice..." suddenly she felt her headphones land on her head. "She may be turning me to shit but at least she's not treating me like just food." Luna put on her headphones, turned on her MP3 player and started her favorite playlist. Thanks to the dim light from the MP3's screen, Luna could observe her surroundings. The acids were green but reddened slightly and she could see the shadow of Alma's hands on the walls of the stomach.

"I have another hour to kill, should I go now or find a simple activity to do?" wondered Alma as she struggled to get up. "Yep, I think I'll go home now..." Alma picked up her towel and water bottle and headed for the locker room. However, when she got to the large room in front of the locker room, she noticed that the room had a soccer game on the big TV. It was a World Cup qualifying game, USA vs. Mexico. "Well, I guess I can stay a little longer..." thought Alma as she settled on one of the indoor bikes and put on the lowest difficulty before slowly starting to pedal as the game kicked off.

In the belly, Luna was immersed up to below her chest in the acids that were much more reddish than when it started. "I can't feel my feet..." she said to herself as she began to feel movements from Alma who was still busy pedaling while watching the game. These movements were stirring the acids in which Luna was bathed, small waves hit the top of her shirt, melting small pieces here and there and leaving some red marks on her skin. "I can't imagine the state of my legs...well, what's left of them." she thought to herself before noticing something floating near her arm, if she looked closely, she could see a piece of fabric with a half-melted rabbit drawing on it.

Alma was excited about the game, the score was still 0-0 at the 73rd minute, both teams were holding their defenses and goals until one of the American midfielders managed to get his ball into the back of the Mexican net. The goal made Alma jump slightly in excitement. She ran her hand over her stomach and apologized to Luna for the inconvenience. However, if she had been able to see into her belly, she would have seen that the acids were very high. Much of Luna's body was submerged in extremely reddish acids, her arm where her MP3 player was hanging was still sticking out but the MP3 player was half submerged, the light from the screen was sizzling feverishly making just enough light to see that Luna's head was partially submerged. Her nose and mouth were under the acids but no bubbles were coming up and the only eye still out of the acids was rolled up.

Alma continued to stroke her belly but found no sign of life there. "Yeah, settle yourself right on my ass. I can't wait to melt you off of it!". Alma continued to pedal as she watched the game, in the 84th minute, a second American goal made her jump for joy again. This leap made the rest of Luna's body collapse into the acid, in Alma's belly remained only a red mush composed of bones, melted flesh, bits of cloth, black and purple hair and a slight light that pierced the liquid before it was finally gone.

The game ended with a score of 2 to 0 for the USA. Alma was happy, she had a free cute meal and her team had won. She wiped her forehead with her towel and left the room. She headed to the showers, undressed and stepped under the water to get the sweat off her body. However, something caught her eye, on the floor near an unused shower was a bottle of shampoo and some clothes. "Anyone there?" asked Alma but she received no answer. "Weird, would someone forget their bottle?...but no one would forget their clothes..." Alma began to hurry up and wash before she felt pressure rising in her throat, she let out a huge burp that propelled an MP3 out of her throat. The MP3 had the screen turned off and the headphones had obviously melted. Alma picked it up "I'll always have it, as a souvenir of a cute girl!" Alma patted her round belly.

Alma left the showers and walked briskly to the locker room, she checked to see if any preds were hiding in the locker room and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the bench and started to take her things out of her bag when she suddenly heard a woman's voice outside the locker room.

"What took you so long, I thought you fell asleep on the toilet." said the unfamiliar voice.

"Sorry, it was a chubby, there was more to flush." Replied a male voice.

"Mister likes meaty prey?" the unknown voice's tone was mocking.

"She asked me if I could help her melt off her extra pounds, I helped her in the fastest way!"

"Yeah now you have to melt her off your ass!" said the woman who seemed to be walking away from the locker room.

"Tsss, that's not a problem, we have access to all the fitness tools as guards." replied the man who seemed to be walking away too.

"True. I'm going to have to do the same though, that redhead I found in the showers is still in my stomach." Alma could hear the woman let out a burp. "It must be her shampoo, they put too many chemicals in it."

Alma couldn't hear the rest of their conversation, the 2 guards having moved too far away. "Yeah, Cass was right. Those guards are worse than normal top preds..." Alma hurried to get dressed, not wishing to stay any longer on the territory of 5 top preds stronger than her. She put on her pants and then her T-shirt, which was a little distended because of the bulge that Luna's remains were forming in her stomach. She opened the door slowly, looked from right to left to check that no guard was present. Then she rushed to the exit.

Alma was about to say goodbye to Cass when she noticed that instead of Cass there was the ponytailed guard who had interrupted her when she was talking to Luna. The guard was asleep, but Alma noticed that her belly was round, just like hers.

"Shit, Cass..." Alma then turned towards the exit and left the room for the last time. She pulled out her phone and looked for other gyms in the city, not wanting to set foot in this one again. "Yeah, I've risked my life too many times in this gym. Although it was worth it once." she said, patting her belly before heading down to the nearest subway station.