Mary felt a sudden wave of fear clutch her body.
Sarah’s mother shook her head. “Well, what am I supposed to expect? Anyway, thank goodness.” She eyed Mary once again in the mirror, this time flashing her a genuine smile. “She’s too cute for that.”
Mary managed a small smile in return. “Uh… thank you,” she said, still shaken.
Sarah’s mother seemed to notice, speaking to her in a gentle voice. “Oh, honey… what’s your name, dear?”
“M—Mary.”
“Well, Mary, don’t you worry about Sarah. She’s not going to eat you, I’ll make sure of that. I can see you two already had some… lunch, didn’t you?”
Mary glanced over at Sarah, unsure of what to say.
“Oh yeah!” Sarah exclaimed. “We ate, uh, this one girl… I totally forgot her name, but she was being kind of mean to, Mary anyway, so it was like… sort of a good thing, I guess. Mary ate like two pounds!”
Sarah’s mother laughed. “Whoa, two pounds? My goodness, Mary! Was Sarah threatening to eat you or something?” she asked jokingly.
Mary looked over at Sarah, a helpless expression on her face.
Sarah’s face turned slightly red. “Um…”
Her mother noticed Sarah’s embarassment , her mouth falling open slightly. She turned in her seat to face Sarah, taking off her sunglasses, a stern expression on her face. “Sarah! Shame on you! Didn’t you girls just eat someone yesterday?”
Sarah’s face turned even redder as she shrugged.
Her mother turned back to the road, shaking her head. “Well, I hope any of those ideas are out of your head now, for Mary’s sake.”
“ Mom, that was like, three hours ago! We’re all cool with her now.”
“I would certainly hope so.”
Mary blushed as Sarah gave her a side glance, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
There was uncomfortable silence for a few minutes as Sarah’s mother steered the car through the neighborhoods, driving them ever closer to the wealthy side of town.
Mary heard Sarah’s stomach groan, noticing her lean to the side momentarily.
Sarah’s slight sigh of relief made it obvious that she’d just let out a silent fart. After a few seconds, her nostrils flared and her jaw dropped in amazement. She turned to look at Mary, fanning herself wildly with one hand and covering her nose with the other, eyes wide, shaking her head, barely stifling giggles.
Mary was alarmed. This was the first time she’d seen Sarah surprised by the smell of her own gas, which even before had been nearly unbearable. Surely that meant—
All thoughts evaporated from Mary’s brain as the fart reached her nostrils a few seconds later. She felt her gag reflex trigger, struggling not to make noise.
The stench was indescribably strong. Mary felt her nostrils and the back of her throat become coated with fart, immediately tasting its meaty flavor on her tongue.
Her face must have betrayed some of her distress, because Sarah doubled over in silent shakes of laughter as she caught Mary’s gaze.
Sitting back up, she mouthed, “ I’m sorry, ” a sheepish smile still on her face.
Mary leaned back to inhale from a different part of the car, but it was no use. The gas had already spread from window to window. She exhaled through her nose shakily, a nauseated burp puffing her cheeks as she held back vomit.
“Oh my god! Sarah!” Sarah’s mother exclaimed suddenly, the car lurching slightly to the side as the smell finally wafted up front.
Mary saw in the rearview mirror that Sarah’s mother was using one hand to cover her nose.
Sarah’s giggles finally became audible as she replied. “W-w-what? It’s—ha ha—it’s n-natural,” she forced out through her now uncontained laughter.
“Jesus, Sarah, that’s making my eyes water!” her mother exclaimed, voice muffled by her hand. She fanned herself, taking a quick breath and giving Mary a sympathetic look through the rearview. “Oh, honey, you must be dying back there.”
Mary swallowed down a bit of vomit that had just risen to her mouth and croaked out a response. “I’m— hurk — I’m ok.”
Sarah put a hand on her arm. “I am, like, so sorry, that one was really bad for some reason,” she said, still giggling.
“Well, I’m sure it doesn’t have anything to do with eating another one of your classmates for the second day in a row,” her mother remarked sarcastically. “Mary, don’t be afraid to fart right back at her when she does that.
Mary forced out an embarassed laugh.
Sarah smiled back at her, raising an eyebrow. “Do you have any gas?”
Mary blushed. “R—right now?”
Sarah shrugged, leaning toward Mary, lifting one ass cheek and effortlessly letting slip another fart, this one short and loud. “ BRRRRRAPT! Ah… yeah, do you feel one coming?”
“Sarah, you’d better be careful. I bet she’s saving up a really big one, aren’t you, Mary?” Sarah’s mother said, smiling at Mary in the mirror.
Mary was blushing fiercely now. All she could do was nod timidly.
Sarah’s mother winked at her. “I thought so. You just let it rip whenever you’re ready, hon. Don’t let Sarah be the only gassy girl in this car.”
Sarah turned away from Mary to look indignantly at her mother. “Mom, I am not the only one in this car with gas,” she said, turning back to Mary and speaking in a hushed tone.
“My mom farts, like, all the time. Like, it’s insane how much gas she has—”
“Sarah!” her mother interrupted.
Sarah glanced up front. “What? You always have like , the hugest farts,” she said, looking back at Mary, shaking her head.
Her mother’s lips curved upward slightly in a small smile. Her eyes met Mary’s through the mirror once again. “ Mmm … well, everyone gets a little gas sometimes…”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, one time, she farted in the car and it was so bad! We were giving this one girl a ride to band practice—I dunno what her name was—but she like, literally died .”
“Sarah, I’m not sure Mary wants to hear any of this—”
“Mom, I’m telling you, she’s totally cool with it,” Sarah interrupted.
“She—she… died?” Mary asked timidly, trying to seem engaged in the morbid conversation.
Sarah cheerfully told the story. “Oh my god, yeah, she was dead, like, instantly. It was all Mom , I didn’t even rip one until after she passed out.”
“Well, that was an accident,” Sarah’s mother said, shaking her head. “That poor girl.”
“Uh… Mom, you helped me eat her, don’t pretend like you were sorry about it,” Sarah retorted.
Mary looked up at the rearview with some shock. It made sense, but she hadn’t really considered that Sarah’s mother might also eat people.
“Well… it was out of necessity, Sarah,” her mother said sternly, glancing between her and Mary. Mary thought she could see her cheeks flushed slightly in the mirror, but she couldn’t be sure.
Sarah giggled. “Oh my god, the next day though, the teacher asked where she was and, like, everyone was silent, and I was so full from eating her that I ripped this huge fart, it was so loud, I’m pretty sure the whole class heard it, but…”
Mary tried to force a smile as Sarah recounted the gruesome story.
Suddenly a loud groan came from Mary’s stomach. She clutched her belly, her eyes widening as she felt large bubbles of gas rearranging in her gut.
“…and like, it was kind of obvious because like, everyone else knew, but the teacher was so confused—whoa, do you have to fart?” Sarah stopped her story midsentence, noticing Mary’s plight.
Mary shifted in her seat, gasping slightly as another wave of bubbles rolled through her digestive system. Her eyes met Sarah’s. All she could do was nod.
Sarah scooted across the bench seat of the car, planting her butt right next to Mary, reaching out and putting a hand on Mary’s stomach. Her eyes widened. “Oh… my… god… that’s gonna be huge.”
Sarah’s mother piped up from the front seat. “I told you, didn’t I?”
Mary felt the pressure against her colon rise. She wiggled back and forth in her seat, trying to hold it in.
Sarah took Mary’s hand with her right. “Just lean over a little and let it rip,” she said, grinning widely.
Mary swallowed nervously. She slowly leaned away from Sarah, lifting one ass cheek slightly.
The fart immediately exploded out of her, almost startling Mary as she rested on the door handle for support. “ BRRRRPPPPPTRPLRPRLTPRLRPTLRRRRRR… ”
Mary’s mouth dropped open in relief as she felt her intestines deflating. She instinctively clutched Sarah’s hand more tightly.
Sarah squeezed Mary’s hand in response, her eyes widening as the fart kept going.
“ …RRRRRRPHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPLRRRRPLRRRRRTrrrrrRRRRT—RRRRT—RRRRT—RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROAARRT!”
The fart ended with the car in stunned silence, Mary trying to catch her breath.
After a few moments, both Sarah and her mother broke the silence by bursting into laughter.
“Wow… Mary! There you go! Didn’t I tell you, Sarah?” Sarah’s mother exclaimed, giggling.
Sarah’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “OH… MY… GOD!” she exclaimed loudly, laughing. “That was fricking huge!” She fanned herself, her nose crinkling as she inhaled Mary’s gas. “Oh my god, that smells like meat… do you feel better?”
Mary nodded, smiling genuinely this time. She was blushing fiercely, but she didn’t care. She had to admit, she felt much better.
The stench caught her nose a moment later, causing a sharp intake of breath. She nearly coughed, but stifled it, instead taking another deliberate sniff. Surprisingly, she almost enjoyed the smell, her stomach physically reacting with a hungry growl.
“Wow, that’s worse than Katelyn,” Sarah remarked, giggling.
Mary glanced down, noticing that she was still holding Sarah’s hand. Looking up, her eyes met Sarah’s for a few moments before they both let go, blushing and pretending to look at something else.
“Oh! Mary!” Sarah’s mother suddenly exclaimed , fanning herself as Mary’s gas propagated to the front of the car. “Whew, honey, that is strong. ”
“S—sorry.” Mary said timidly.
“Oh, hon, I don’t mind! I’m just impressed, really. That was a huge fart for a girl your size. You just keep letting them rip.”
Mary felt another sudden pressure spike in her guts. Without pausing to think, she pushed the gas out forcefully. “ BRRRRRT. ”
Both Sarah and her mother burst into renewed laughter. Mary couldn’t help but join in.
Sarah held out her finger toward Mary, a sheepish grin on her face.
Mary blushed, but reached out and pulled it nonetheless.
“ PHRRRRRRRRRRT—PHRRT—PHRT, ” Sarah farted as she laughed hysterically. She closed her eyes, taking a deep sniff of her own fart, letting out a satisfied sigh. Opening her eyes, she grinned sheepishly, fanning the contaminated air between her and Mary. “Uh… sorry,” she said, giggling.
Even though most of what Mary could currently smell was the meaty stench of her own fart, she did recognize Sarah’s gas as it spread between them, still strong as ever. She noticed that she didn’t feel quite so nauseous this time, either.
She shrugged timidly, leaning in slightly and sniffing the air, getting a stronger whiff of Sarah’s rotten emissions. “I—I don’t mind,” she said shyly, starting to giggle as Sarah’s smile widened.
Sarah giggled along with her, using one hand to waft gas from her crotch up to her nose, shamelessly inhaling it. “Wow… wait, let me pull your finger,” she said, reaching out.
Mary proffered her index finger obediently, which Sarah pulled firmly without hesitation.
Mary promptly leaned away, her ass lifted toward Sarah, and after a few moments farted loudly, sending them both into uncontrollable laughter.
They both stopped laughing to lean in and sniff Mary’s fart, closing their eyes and inhaling through their noses. After a moment of silence, Sarah burped, making them both begin giggling once more.
“You two are like peas in a pod,” Sarah’s mother said from the front seat, shaking her head and smiling.
“Yeah, right,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “Mary’s like, super smart. She reads a ton of books,” she said, flashing a smile in Mary’s direction.
“Oh, is that right, hon?” Sarah’s mother asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mary stammered out a reply, suddenly embarassed at Sarah’s compliment. “I—I do read a… a lot.”
Sarah continued. “Yeah, she’s like, the smartest one in class, honestly. Way smarter than all my friends. And like, way smarter than me, obviously.” She laughed, nudging Mary with her shoulder.
Mary shrugged. “I—I don’t know about that—”
“Well, good for you, Mary,” Sarah’s mother interrupted. “Maybe some of that’ll rub off on Sarah,” she added.
Sarah scoffed. “Uh… she’s way too smart for me, Mom. I’m like, such a moron about school stuff.”
“I could help you with your homework,” Mary said. “If—if you want.”
“Oh, that’s sweet, Mary! Sarah, isn’t that nice of her?” Sarah’s mother said, glancing at her daughter.
Sarah looked at Mary, shrugging. “I mean, that’s super cool of you, but, like, Mrs. Swanson just gives me A’s anyway,” she said. She lifted an eyebrow, and her facial expression changed to one of mild discomfort as she leaned slightly to release a rather bubbly fart, sighing in relief.
Sarah’s mother fretted about Mrs. Swanson, hardly reacting to the fart. “Oh, I wish Madison wouldn’t do that,” she said, shaking her head. “It would be better if you’d actually learn something from school, honey.”
“Uh, Mom, I learn stuff all the time,” Sarah said with some exasperation.
Her mother gave her a bemused look in the mirror. “You know, eating your classmates isn’t the only thing there is in life, Sarah,” she said.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Mom…”
“Didn’t you girls eat someone else yesterday, too?” her mother continued absent-mindedly.
Sarah shifted in her seat uncomfortably, glancing over at Mary.
Mary was suddenly and macabrely reminded of the fact that Sarah had just taken part in eating her best friend Emily the previous day. She avoided eye contact, hoping the awkward situation would resolve itself.
Her hopes were dashed as Sarah’s mother kept asking, however.
“Sarah, who did you eat yesterday? Didn’t her name started with an “L” or something?”
Sarah struggled to come up with a reply, her face turning quite red as she looked over at Mary.
Mary finally spoke up. “It… it was Emily.”
“Emily! That was it. Oh, did Sarah peer pressure you into eating her, too?” Sarah’s mother eyed Mary in the rearview, smiling slightly.
Mary swallowed down the lump in her throat. “N—not exactly. Emily was—she…” she trailed off, her voice breaking up.
Sarah’s mother’s smile faded as she saw Mary’s face. “Oh… oh, honey…” She turned to look at Sarah. “Sarah, she wasn’t… one of Mary’s friends, was she?”
Sarah shrugged, still red as a tomato.
Her mother’s jaw dropped. “Sarah!” She turned to Mary, a sympathetic look on her face. “Mary, honey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know .” She turned back to Sarah sternly. “Well, I hope you apologized to Mary, young lady. This is exactly why I keep telling you to watch what you eat.”
Sarah protested. “I did! Mom, that was yesterday! I didn’t know either, I just…” she trailed off, looking over at Mary shamefully. “I… I really am sorry. MrrrrrrrRRRrrrrp . ” She held up one hand to stifle her belch, apologizing and fanning it discreetly away. “ Em —sorry… excuse me.”
Mary gradually regained her composure, meeting Sarah’s pleading gaze. She was surprised to see what looked like genuine remorse. Could Sarah actually feel sorry for her? “That’s… that’s ok.” She managed a slight smile in return, shrugging. “Besides… like you said, she’s… she was a… a loser anyway.”
Mary knew what she was saying was wrong, but she liked the way the words felt on her lips. As she said them, she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, letting out a short involuntary giggle.
Sarah broke into a huge smile. “Oh my gosh , I know, right?”
Her mother let out an incredulous laugh from the front seat. “Mary! Oh my goodness, honey! I guess Emily was more of a fair-weather friend, huh?”
Mary tensed slightly as Sarah scooted right up next to her, putting her arm around her and grinning widely.
“Um… I guess so,” Mary said, smiling back at Sarah and relaxing slightly.
Sarah giggled. “See? I told you, Mom,” she said to her mother. She turned toward Mary, a confused look on her face. “Wait… what’s a ‘fair-weather friend’?”
Mary glanced at Sarah’s mother, who rolled her eyes. Turning back to Sarah, she tried to explain. “Um… it’s like a friend that you might not support through a lot of stress or hardship. You’d only be friends in… you know, fair weather.”
Sarah’s expression grew more perplexed. “Wait… so like, is that like if it’s raining outside?”
Sarah’s mother facepalmed , shaking her head. “Sarah, no…”
Mary continued hurriedly. “Sort of… uh, basically, it just means… I… I don’t mind that you… ate Emily.”
Sarah’s eyes widened, and her smile returned. “ Ohhhh …”
“Sarah, you don’t know what she’s talking about, do you?” her mother said.
Sarah huffed. “ Moooom ! You know I’m not smart about this stuff! Not like Mary,” she said, beaming back at Mary adoringly.
Mary looked away, blushing, unable to say anything.
Sarah’s mother shook her head, still laughing. “Oh, I definitely know… well, all right, Mary, as long as you’re doing okay.”
Mary nodded, suddenly very aware of how closely Sarah was pressed up against her. She heard a loud digestive gurgle from the girl’s stomach, and a moment later a puff of warmth against her hip as Sarah farted silently.
Sarah giggled. “Whoops,” she said out loud, fanning herself.
“Sarah…” her mother scolded from the front seat.
“Um… good one,” Mary said shyly, smelling the now-familiar stench.
Sarah smiled back at Mary, closing her eyes and leaning in, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said brightly.
Mary noticed that Sarah was blushing slightly.
She too was completely red. She put her hand up to her cheek where Sarah had kissed her. All she could do was smile shyly.
The car lurched as Sarah’s mother pulled into a large cement driveway.
Looking outside, Mary saw that they were in a very expensive part of town. The house they had stopped at was a large split-level, part of a newer development. Her jaw dropped. “This is your house?”
Sarah’s mother nodded. “This is us,” she said, pulling the car into park. She turned around in her seat, facing Mary with a smile. “You just make yourself right at home, honey. Anything in the fridge is yours. If you don’t see it, just ask for it.”
Mary nodded, still gaping at the massive house, far nicer than any of the places she had lived.
Sarah’s mother opened the door for her.
Gingerly, Mary stepped out, blinking in the sunshine. She followed Sarah’s mother, who pulled her purse over her shoulder, walking toward the front door. Mary couldn’t help but notice that she had the same enormous hips that Sarah did. She heard Sarah shut the car door and turned back to look.
Sarah hurried over to join them, giggling and letting out short, staccato farts with every step. She used both hands to support her packed belly, keeping it steady, her tits bouncing heavily as she ran.
She reached the door, breathing heavily, still giggling. “Wow, that was like, a hundred farts,” she said excitedly.
Sarah’s mother rolled her eyes, fishing a set of keys from her purse. “I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, honey.”
Sarah responded with another fart, this one much longer and louder, laughing hysterically.
Her laughter was infectious. Mary couldn’t help but giggle along.
Her mother shook her head, but Mary saw her smiling as she turned to unlock the door. She stepped into a small foyer, taking off her shoes and opening the inner door, beckoning to the girls.
“Come on in, Mary. The only rule is that your shoes stay in the foyer, ok?”
Mary nodded, stepping into the house. Sarah closed the door behind them, kicking her shoes off. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sarah’s mother smiled at her. “Oh, you don’t have to ‘ma’am’ me, dear. Just call me Laura.”
Mary smiled back. “Yes, ma’am.” Her smile faded instantly. “Um, sorry, I—I mean—”
Sarah’s mother laughed. “That’s all right, dear. Just yell if you want anything. I’ll get you girls some snacks.” She walked off toward the kitchen.
Mary gingerly pulled off her shoes, placing them neatly on the shelf next to Laura’s.
Sarah grabbed Mary by the arm, nearly pulling her off her feet as she dragged her into the house, excitedly showing her around.
“Oh my gosh , you have to see the black room,” she said, her eyes wide. She rushed down the hall, beckoning for Mary to follow.
Mary traipsed along, hurrying to keep up.
Sarah opened a door in the middle of the hall, stepping into complete blackness.
Mary gingerly followed her in. A few moments later light flooded the room, making her squint.
Sarah stood at the light switch, grinning. “It’s like a mini theater,” she said. “We can totally like, watch movies and play video games in here, it’s so awesome.”
Mary looked around her. All the walls were black, save for the wall opposite the door, which was covered in a large projector screen.
Sarah flipped the lights off and on a few times. “See?” she said. “It gets super dark.”
Mary nodded. “That’s… really cool,” she said, somewhat in awe.
Sarah babbled on. “Oh my gosh , you have to see my room!” she said, grabbing Mary’s arm once again and rushing down the hall.
Mary staggered along, nearly sprinting to keep up with Sarah.
Sarah opened the door at the end of the hall, stepping in and gesturing proudly.
Mary was stunned. The room was quite large, a king-sized bed in the corner with an ornate pink lace canopy. There were pink rope lights strung along every corner of the room, casting quite a girlish glow over the walls. Sarah had apparently done her best to paint every piece of furniture some shade of pink.
Sarha rolled her eyes. “I know, it’s like, way too pink. I did all this a long time ago, I know it’s kind of lame, but—”
Mary interrupted. “No, no, it’s… it’s nice.” She looked around some more, her eyes drawn to a large glass cabinet in the corner of the room. She took a step closer to investigate.
As she approached, she felt her stomach drop as she realized what she was looking at. Inside the cabinet were multiple rows of human skulls, bleached various shades of off-white. There had to be over forty of them, arranged in a staggered fashion so that each was visible.
Underneath each skull was a dainty pink doily, along with a small picture. Upon closer inspection, Mary saw that the pictures were all of different girls. She put a hand up to her mouth, realizing what they all meant.
She looked over at Sarah, stammering. “Is—is—are those—”
Sarah smiled sheepishly. “Oh yeah… um, sorry, I know it’s kind of gross, but… yeah, those are, um…” She patted her stomach meaningfully.
Mary eyed the skulls warily. “No, it’s… interesting…”
Sarah waved her hand. “It’s ok, I know, it’s like… totally weird.”
Mary tried to think of something to say. “I—I don’t think it’s weird,” she said shyly, immediately glancing back at the cabinet of skulls, thinking to herself that it was indeed very weird.
Sarah blushed. “Really?”
Mary gulped, now committed to her feigned interest. “Um… yeah. I think they’re… really cool.”
Sarah’s eyes lit up and she seemed to breathe a large sigh of relief. “Oh, wow. That’s so cool. Even Katelyn thinks it’s weird,” she said.
Mary wondered what she had gotten herself into. “Um… how… how many do you have?” she asked timidly.
“62,” Sarah replied promptly.
Mary’s eyes widened. She nodded in acknowledgement. “That’s… uh… a lot.”
Sarah giggled as she saw Mary’s expression. “I know, I’m such a pig,” she laughed. “Don’t judge me, ok?”
Mary shook her head. “Oh no, I didn’t mean—”
Sarah interrupted. “It’s ok,” she said, still laughing. “I totally am. I swear, like, every time I see someone I can’t help it, I just think about eating them… that makes me a terrible person, doesn’t it?” She looked at Mary, something close to anxiety in her eyes.
Mary bit her lower lip, trying desperately to think of a reply.
She was saved by Sarah’s mother’s voice from downstairs.
“Sarah, you’re not scaring poor Mary with your skull collection, are you?”
“Oh my gosh , Mom, no!” Sarah yelled back, rolling her eyes at Mary. “Anyway…”
Trying to brush off Sarah’s earlier question, Mary swallowed nervously. “Um… is… that girl from earlier going to be…” She gestured pointedly toward the cabinet.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, twirling her hair with one hand. “The girl we just ate? No, this is kinda just for the ones I’ve eaten all by myself.”
Mary was dumbfounded. “You… you ate all of them?”
Sarah nodded, smiling. “Every bit! Well, obviously except for the bones,” she said, laughing. She paused to let loose a loud fart. “Hold on— BRRAAPPPPT —oh my gosh , excuse me. Yeah, I mean… I ate all of them. Well, uh, most of them. A few of them were just… um… class project kinda things.” She hesitated, then elaborated. “ Y’know , like when the whole class ate—“
Mary replied before Sarah could continue, her nose wrinkling at the meaty stench of Sarah’s gas. “I—I know what you mean. Um… that’s... really, uh… impressive,” she said, forcing a smile.
Sarah looked down at the floor shyly. “You’re just saying that…”
Mary pressed on with the compliment. “No, really, that’s… like , amazing. 62 whole people. Like, wow.”
Sarah blushed, putting on an air of indifference, but clearly beaming with pride. “Oh my gosh , you are so nice,” she said, biting her lower lip.
Suddenly Sarah’s eyes widened. “Hey, do you want Emily’s skull? I could totally get it from Mrs. Swanson.”
Mary was taken aback. Her jaw dropped, unsure of what to say.
Sarah put a hand up to her mouth, backpedaling hastily. “Oh my gosh , that’s like, totally gross. Sorry, I just… I don’t know, I just thought—”
Mary swallowed her revulsion, speaking up. “No, that’s ok. Um… that would be…” She gritted her teeth through her next words. “…that would be really… nice.”
Sarah broke into a smile. “Really? Wow, all right! I can totally get it for you. Actually, you should be able to get that other girl’s skull too. Y’know , if you want to like… start a collection or whatever.”
Mary felt the meat in her stomach churn. “Um… I—I don’t know where I would… um… keep it, really…”
Sarah tilted her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”
Mary explained. “Well, I live with a lot of other girls at the orphanage, so I don’t think having skulls laying around would… um…”
Sarah laughed. “Oh my gosh , I totally forgot. Yeah, that would be totally awkward... um… well, you could just keep it here! I’ll keep it safe for you and you can come over whenever you want and see it!”
Mary forced a smile in return. “That’s… super nice of you,” she said. “Um… thanks.”
Sarah backed away from Mary, retrieving her phone from her back pocket. “Hey, hold on a second, let me take a picture of you really quick.”
Mary immediately felt shy. “Um… what… what for?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “For your collection! Kind of like mine.” She gestured toward the glass cabinet of skulls.
Mary glanced in the direction Sarah was indicating. On top of the glass cabinet was a framed picture of Sarah, proudly holding a skull in her left hand, her right resting on an enormously swollen belly. She stood leaning slightly backward to offset the weight, a huge smile on her face.
Mary turned back to Sarah. “Oh, I—I don’t know, I—”
Sarah interrupted. “Come on, it’d be so cute! We’d be matching!” She gasped, her eyes widening. “Oh my gosh , wait.”
Sarah hurried over to the glass cabinet, opening it deftly and retrieving a random skull. She proffered it to Mary. “Here, you can hold this like in my picture!”
Mary recoiled from the skull, feeling slightly queasy as she stared into its dark eye sockets. Her eyes darted to its missing spot on Sarah’s shelf and its corresponding picture. An attractive blonde girl with big green eyes, a school-picture-day smile on her face.
Sarah noticed her uneasiness. “Sorry, I know, it’s not actually someone you ate. But, like… who’s gonna know, y’know ?”
Mary steeled herself. It’s just a picture, she thought. Reaching out, she gingerly took the skull from Sarah. It was slightly warm where Sarah’s hand had been holding it, and significantly lighter that she expected. Unsure of what to do, she stood for a moment in confusion.
Almost to Mary’s relief, Sarah took over.
“Here, hold it up right here like this,” Sarah said, moving Mary’s hand with the skull next to Mary’s side, the skull facing forward. “Put this hand here.” She moved Mary’s other hand to rest on Mary’s belly, just like in her own picture. She crouched down, scrutinizing Mary’s figure with a keen eye. Standing back up, she moved Mary’s hair a little, tucking it behind her ears.
After a moment of surveillance, she reached down, hiking Mary’s shirt up to expose her bare stomach. Smiling in satisfaction, she stepped back, phone in hand.
Mary stood as still as possible, afraid to move. She felt her packed stomach gurgle under her hand, belching into her closed mouth, her cheeks puffing momentarily. “ MrrrRRP —sorry.”
Sarah giggled. “That’s ok. Hmm… um, try arching your back a little. Like, try to make your belly stick out.”
After a moment of hesitation, Mary tried to comply, throwing her shoulders back and straining to make her gut protrude. She noticed her belly button pop into an “outie” as she grunted with effort.
Sarah gasped. “Oh my gosh , yes, hold it like that.” She crouched down, holding up her phone and taking several pictures both vertically and horizontally. Pausing for a moment, she looked up at Mary. “Um, you can smile if you want.”
Mary blushed, trying to smile, but knowing she wasn’t being very convincing.
Sarah smiled. “Hey, Mary…”
Mary replied innocently. “What?”
Sarah raised a sultry eyebrow. “You look so hot right now,” she said, blowing Mary a kiss.
Mary felt a flood of heat rush to her face as she blushed fiercely. She couldn’t help but smile shyly.
“There’s the smile,” Sarah said, giggling as she took more pictures. “Ok, I’m done.” She stood up, scrolling through her phone, glancing up at Mary with a smile. “I’m really not joking, though, that was totally hot.”
Mary averted her eyes, still blushing. She pulled her shirt back down over her belly, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Sarah nudged her, showing Mary her phone. “What do you think, which one should I use?” She scrolled through several pictures of Mary.
Looking at the photos of herself, smiling and stuffed with the remains of a random classmate, Mary felt slightly queasy, but also—to her disgusted surprise—oddly impressed with what she had accomplished. The compliments from Sarah only served to feed her pride.
“God, that outie is so hot,” Sarah said, swiping through more photos. Stopping on one in particular, she giggled. “Oh wow, we have to use that one,” she said, lifting her phone slightly so Mary could see.
Mary couldn’t help but giggle as well. It was a picture of her in mid-belch, fist up to her mouth, her cheeks puffed slightly, one eye partially closed in an expression of relief. Her other hand still held the skull at her side.
“I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want, but it’s so cute though,” Sarah pleaded.
Smiling shyly, Mary shrugged. “Ok.”
Sarah squealed with excitement. “ Eeeeeeheeeheee ! This is gonna be awesome,” she said, quickly swiping away the rest of the pictures. “I’m gonna get that girl’s picture from the yearbook if I can. You could have, like, a picture of her, then her skull, and then the picture of you burping next to it. That would be so cool,” she said, sitting down on her bed, swiping through her phone.
Mary swallowed nervously. “Well, it wasn’t just me,” she said timidly. “I mean… I—I didn’t eat all of her. Not like… not like your … um… collection.” She gestured vaguely toward Sarah’s cabinet, skin crawling as she realized she was still holding the skull Sarah had given her. She quickly placed it back into the cabinet, dusting off her hands anxiously.
Sarah waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, that’s ok, you totally earned it. You’re like, a natural at this.” She motioned for Mary to sit next to her, patting the bed.
Mary gulped nervously, sitting down primly next to Sarah, careful not to accidentally touch her. “A—a natural? At what?”
Sarah leaned back slightly, belching before replying. “ OURRRRP —‘ scuse me. Y’know , um… eating people. You’re super good at it. You ate way more than I did my first time.” She sat up, a confused look on her face. “Isn’t there a word for that?”
Mary noticed the faintly rotten odor of Sarah’s burp tinge the air. “For what?”
Sarah’s brow furrowed as she struggled to recall the information. “Eating people. Like, people that eat other people—well, us, I guess—they’re like… cannonballs or something like that?” She met Mary’s gaze as she finished the sentence, bursting into laughter. “Oh my gosh , not cannonballs, sorry, I’m so dumb. But, like, there’s a word for that, right?”
“Um… you mean… cannibals?” Mary answered.
“Cannibals! That’s what it is.” Sarah flashed a gorgeous smile at Mary. “You’re so smart.”
Mary felt like she was melting under Sarah’s admiring gaze. She had to turn away in embarassment , cheeks flushed red. Sarah seemed not to notice.
She felt the mattress shift as Sarah leaned to one side, ripping another loud fart, sighing in relief.
“ BRRRRRRT — ahhhh .” Sarah fanned the air between them, giggling. “Sorry.”
Mary felt the fart’s heat against her side as it curled up around them, enveloping her in a meaty cloud. She didn’t cough or gag, strangely finding the stench somewhat tolerable. “It’s— it’s ok,” she said, blushing.
Sarah closed her eyes as she shamelessly inhaled her own gas, clearly enjoying it. “Mm… god, my farts smell really good sometimes…”
Mary responded with an embarassed shrug. After a few moments, feeling brave, she leaned toward Sarah, taking a sniff herself.
Sarah leaned backward slightly, spreading her legs and wafting the gas up toward Mary’s face. “See? It’s like… kind of… making me hungry.” She laughed. “God, that’s so weird.”
Mary’s eyes watered as an extremely potent wave of stench rose from Sarah’s crotch, unable to avoid making a small noise of surprise as it hit her nostrils.
Sarah giggled. “Sorry.” She shrugged. “Maybe it’s just me.”
Mary bit her lower lip shyly. “No, I—I see what you mean,” she said.
Sarah’s eyes were focused completely on Mary. “Really?”
Mary nodded. “It… it, um…” she trailed off, not wanting to voice her thoughts.
Sarah nudged her, laughing. “Oh my god, what?”
Mary finally admitted it. “Well… I was going to say… it really does smell like beef stew.”
Sarah burst into laughter, taking another deep sniff. “Oh, wow… you’re right! Ugh… beefy,” she said, wrinkling her nose. She gave Mary another nudge. “You probably have some more in there, right?”
Mary blushed, averting her eyes. “I—I don’t know…”
Sarah turned over on her side, facing Mary. “Oh, come on, I know that huge one in the car wasn’t all of it,” she said, giggling.
Mary looked up briefly, breaking into a shy smile. “Well… I—I guess I do.”
Sarah sat up excitedly. “Well, push it out,” she said, laughing.
Mary leaned to one side, letting out a small grunt as she strained. She could feel the gas in her system, but try as she might, she couldn’t fart. After a few moments, she gave up. “It won’t come out,” she said, shrugging sheepishly.
Sarah laughed. “You sure are trying, though,” she said. “Here, do this.” She leaned forward, kneeling on the mattress and resting on her hands, sitting on all fours. “This position always helps me fart.”
A look from Mary made her start giggling. “I’m serious!” she said, laughing in spite of herself. “It really works. It helps if you arch your back too. Like this.” Sarah kept her shoulders high and lowered her back, her ass protruding prominently.
They both heard a sudden loud groan from Sarah’s stomach.
Sarah’s eyes widened and she looked at Mary excitedly. “Oh my god, see? It totally— BRRRRRRRRRROART! ”
Mary couldn’t help but laugh.
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