Chelsea was completely disoriented.

The frog girl had been helping her friend to try and net things out of the spring flood waters when a passing tree had swept her in, and the roaring waters had pulled her farther downstream in a heartbeat. It felt like hours had passed, forcing her head out above the roaring floodwaters to gasp for breath before being tumbled back down. Finally, at some point, she had managed to kick out of a swirl and flop onto the bank, where she’d promptly passed out.

Now it was late night, the world dark under a tiny sliver of moon as the frog returned to consciousness. Nothing felt broken that she could tell as she shakily rose to her feet, though there were plenty of bruises, like where a passing log had slammed into her ribs under her slim breasts. Even in the darkness, Chelsea spared a moment to be disappointed in her thin body. Frogs didn’t put on much fat, let alone in unnecessary spots like breasts, unless they were eating a healthy diet of living food, like the fish she’d been trying to catch earlier. Proper food like anthros was well out of a young predator’s reach in a city of frogs, especially one with little to no money like this one. Less money now, since any clothes she’d had before falling in had been torn off by passing debris.

It was hard to focus on her injuries, though, as Chelsea’s belly rumbled hungrily. She’d been fishing for breakfast after all, and who could even guess how long she’d been struggling against the current. Not that being hungry was strange for her; too poor for pre-captured prey, too inexperienced to get her own, Chelsea was pretty far off from a successful frog. She was honestly lucky that no other frog had decided to chow down on her at some point. It certainly wasn’t illegal.

The frog shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She was lost, after all, probably far from home at this point. Looking around, it was a relief as she realized there was a streetlight visible nearby on a bridge over the raging river. At least she hadn’t ended up too far from civilization. Walking was a bit annoying with all the bumps and bruises she’d no-doubt accumulated over the course of the day, but she moved towards the light, hoping to at least find someone passing by. The closer she got, the more lights appeared, and Chelsea realized she’d landed not too far upstream of a decent sized neighborhood. All the better to find help.

Climbing up the bank besides the bridge, Chelsea was immensely thankful as she heard footfalls on the road. Not only was another frog around, she didn’t even have to stop their vehicle! Turning, she started to raise a hand to hail the night-goer… then froze in her tracks.

There was no frog there.

Jogging down the road, a light sheen of sweat glistening as she passed under a streetlight, was a young human woman with red hair, a toned body, and two amazing breasts bouncing in the light restraint of a gray tank top. Humans… everyone knew humans were the best food you could eat. Delicious, nutritious, with a tendency to end up in all the right places, they were the top food for any frog that could find them. There was no way that one was just running around in the night, was there?

Chelsea’s voice stalled a few times before she managed to get words out, with a stuttery, “H-hello?”

The woman stopped, peering into the shadows around the road. “What was that? Is someone there?”

Chelsea stepped up onto the road, the light falling onto her battered self. “I am, yes… and I’m kind of lost?”

If Chelsea had been taken back by the woman’s appearance, the human was equally taken aback by hers. Then again, most humans who saw frogs were probably promptly eaten by them, so it was unlikely this woman ever had. She’d have been gobbled up in a moment… which just made her running around in the night all the stranger.

“Where… where did you come from?”

“The river. I fell in while I was trying to fish, and it’s been tumbling me along all day…”

Ashley paused. The river did have a tendency to wash up strange things, especially in the spring flood, but this was certainly the first time it’d washed up a living… person. Not a person like any she’d seen before… was she supposed to call the police? Or an ambulance? The girl said she’d been tumbling along, and she was a bit hunched over, holding her side.

Ashley swallowed nervously. First thing first… “My house is nearby… we should get you inside.” There, she could decide what to do once she was home. She started leading the way, glancing frequently back at the wounded, almost alien girl she’d just met. “What’s um, what’s your name, by the way?”

“Chelsea.”

“I’m Ashley. It’s nice to meet you.”

The pair walked up to a small suburban house with a single car out front, Chelsea taking in the sights. It was so like home, but the design of the house and even the car was so subtly different, and the human didn’t seem to even know what she was… how far had she really washed down the river? Then her stomach panged hungrily, and she glanced at the helpful woman leading her. Ashley was just as appetizing from the back as the front… just a glance at her round athletic butt had a drop of drool running down Chelsea’s chin. She tried to distract herself by looking at the house. “So, this is your…?”

“My house, yeah. Just mine, now. It was mine and my fiancee’s, but we had a bit of a disagreement a while back, so it’s just me these days.”

Chelsea almost stopped in her tracks. She didn’t know what a fiancee was, but from the sound of it, somebody had had a claim to this magnificent meal in front of her, but they’d given it up? Was she really just a free human?

Ashley led the way into the house, turning on the lights of a small living room. “There’s the bathroom through the door to the right, if you need to wash off…” Despite being mid-sentence talking to Chelsea, the fact that she had a guest slipped her mind as habit took over and Ashley started pulling her sweaty tank top off after her little insomnia run, her hefty breasts dropping out into view. The action was interrupted with her top around her arms by a hungry groan of a stomach behind her, and Ashley froze. Turning slowly, mortified that she’d been stripping in front of a guest, she saw Chelsea staring at her with an absolutely hungry look, drool dripping from her wide lips.

“Or, um, maybe we should get you some food first? What do you usually eat?”

“I tend to eat fish, personally… but most frogs eat other anthros, or, if we can find them, humans…”

The last word hung between the two as a sudden silence filled the room. Ashley didn’t know what an anthro was, but she did know what she was, and that she was in a very bad position. She stepped back, and Chelsea leapt forward, her hungry mouth open wide now that she had decided to give in to her desire. Ashley screamed as the girl’s maw wrapped around her head, stumbling back and falling under the sudden weight of the smaller person that had decided she was a meal. Her mind reeled as she tried to figure out just how this could possibly be happening, how her night and life had suddenly turned to her being swallowed by some strange hungry frog person.

When she regained enough wit to struggle, Chelsea had already gotten her jaws over Ashley’s shoulders, effectively immobilizing the woman’s already trapped arms. All she could do was try to kick the predator off her, but Chelsea grabbed her and flipped her around, changing their positions from a predator bent over her prey to a frog on all fours swallowing a woman on her belly. Now Ashley’s kicking legs just thumped against the wood floor as Chelsea’s throat pulsed and pulled her deeper inside, working her lips over Ashley’s shoulders, drool and sweat running down the frightened woman’s breasts before those too were consumed. As soon as they were in her mouth, Chelsea assaulted the great fleshy masses with her tongue, making her prey squirm as she sought out every bit of flavor there.

Chelsea, for her part, was in a wonderfully strange mix of agony and bliss. Her battered body screamed out as it stretched around a meal bigger than she was, but she couldn’t stop. In her hungry and dazed state, she’d let slip something that her unfortunate prey hadn’t apparently known, and there was no way she could let such an amazing meal run from her. And amazing really did describe Ashley, so amazing Chelsea could ignore the pain of stretching bruised ribs around the woman’s shoulders. Her flavor was a thousand times richer than any fish’s could possibly have been, so rich it seemed like the woman would just melt in her mouth like a chocolate. It almost felt like she was as Chelsea pressed her tongue into the soft, sweet, salted mounds of Ashley’s breasts, savoring every possible inch before she couldn’t help it anymore and the eye-catching bust became any eye-catching bulge in the frog’s throat.

Ashley, for her part, couldn’t help but struggle a bit less and blush a bit more, even getting a little wet as her sensitive breasts got more attention than they’d had in months, even when she masturbated. Even the feel of the throat squeezing around the sensitive mounds wasn’t so bad, and it took her head pushing through the sphincter into Chelsea’s sour-smelling stomach to remind her she was getting eaten . Her restraining shirt had been pulled away, then replaced by the tight embrace of Chelsea’s throat, leaving her belly-deep in her one-way journey to digestion. All she could do was kick futilely, her attempt at opening her mouth to beg only getting her a mouthful of harsh digestive juices, making her retch and jerk inside the girl eating her.

Chelsea winced at the harsh movement of her prey, certainly not enjoying the powerful movements inside her sore body. She had to finish this meal before Ashley started going the wrong way through her poor hungry throat… grabbing her prey’s toned legs, Chelsea hefted her kicking prey above her head and started pushing what was left of a kind, unfortunate woman down her throat. Ashley only tried to struggle harder as more of her was packed into the acidic chamber of Chelsea’s hungry stomach, but with her legs held and most of her body ingested there was little she could do as her exercised thighs were gulped down and the slim remnants of her legs followed shortly after. She could feel the brief pause as the frog girl pulled off her shoes, but could manage little more than to wiggle her toes before they followed her down the tight amphibious throat.

Chelsea panted as the last of her huge meal slid down into her gut, coughing a bit as her throat complained about being stretched wider than ever… then she let out a low belch, her belly tightening around Ashley’s squirming body as air fled the hungry stomach around her.

“Thank you… a meal is really what I needed after everything else today…” Managing a smile, Chelsea reached around her belly and groped the firm round bulge that was Ashley’s butt, making the human squirm a little. “I can’t believe how much amazing meat you had to offer, really…”

Ashley was in a mix of shock and pain. Just minutes ago she’d just been out for a jog after a bit of insomnia, she’d stopped to help someone… now here she was, trapped in a stomach that reeked of the acids actively trying to digest her. Without the protection of her clothes, she could feel them against her most sensitive parts, feel the jolt of pain that ran up her body as more acid entered the stomach around her. She was afraid to open her eyes or her mouth in the acidic environment, all she could do was squirm in pain, the movement causing a light burp from the girl who’d eaten her as a little more of her already thin air supply was squeezed out. She could feel Chelsea’s voice as much as hear it, the shock of being thanked for being killed then compounded by getting felt up. It’d be more embarrassing if she wasn’t more concerned about her imminent digestion, but Ashley couldn’t help trying to squirm away from the unwelcome touch any more than she could avoid the pain as the movement splashed more acid against her, the pain making her body jerk again…

Another belch rumbled up Chelsea’s throat as Ashley started squirming, a wonderful feeling for the stuffed frog. Well, maybe squirming would be the wrong word; it was the short violent jerks of a prey instinctively trying to escape the acids around her. Uncomfortable for a frog girl that was in rough shape and wasn’t very experienced with prey this large… but pleasure was certainly outweighing pain as Ashley movements rubbed Chelsea’s pussy from the inside. It was no penetration, but it was plenty to get the frog hot and bothered.

Horny and overwhelmed by the sensations of her struggling prey, Chelsea reached for her pussy only to discover that even her long fingers could barely reach around her stretched stomach. Her exhausted brain overwhelmed by the desire for pleasure, she started humping against the bulge in her belly, finding just enough purchase to urge her body closer to release. Everything just… felt so right… Chelsea’s mind whited out as the pleasure built, until she finally crested at an orgasm that knocked her exhausted self out cold. Even as she was shaking from her orgasm, the frog girl collapsed to the floor, her brain giving up and leaving the rest to her body.

Ashley shuddered, the stomach only getting more hellish as her predator desperately gyrated against her. The frog girl’s desperation only made her stomach more powerful, though Ashley’s body thankfully started losing sensation as the acids burned away at her soft form. The space was increasingly full of a wet soup of digestive acids and digested Ashley, the thought making the dying human giggle a little in her oxygen-starved state. Then the movements stopped, and the world tilted sideways, that soup sloshing up over her head. The sudden movement made her gasp it in, then her body jerked as it failed to breathe and tried again. Luckily for her, the feeling of inhaling digestive acids was barely felt before the young woman drowned and lost consciousness herself.

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Chelsea woke up to bright sun shining through a crack in the blinds, groaning as she tried to stretch and found her body incredibly sore. She couldn’t remember where she was for a moment, until she slowly brought herself to a sitting position and saw her soft, swollen gut and the shoes and shirt discarded on the floor. Right, a human’s house, far from home… stretching, she let out a yawn that became a low belch as her belly shifted. Chelsea giggled, a wide grin on her face as she happily rubbed the soft mess left of a young woman who’s name she was already forgetting.

“Human hospitality is the best! A big meal and a good night’s sleep is just what I needed, I feel so much better!”

Ashley was of course in no shape to respond, the only noise back from the frog’s belly being a wet gurgle, followed shortly by a light fart. Chelsea blushed a bit as she realized her meal was already to the other end of the process of being processed.

“R-really, already? I haven’t even found your bathroom yet!”

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Looking around frantically, Chelsea didn’t see any sign of it either, as thoughts flashed through her mind wondering if a bathroom for a human was even built for a human-sized meal. As her stomach gave a more insistent gurgle, she noticed a large trash can over in Ashley’s kitchen, hopefully big enough for its former owner, because the frog girl wasn’t seeing any other options. Setting her ass on the fortunately strong frame, Chelsea let out a little sigh of relief as she began to let out what was left of her meal.

As a long-time consumer of fish, Chelsea could confirm that Ashley slid out so much easier, and that there was a whole lot more of her than there’d ever been of any fish. What was once an attractive human piled in the bin, a soft brown muck speckled with acid-bleached hairs and crumbly bone. Panting a little from the sheer volume of waste, Chelsea climbed off the trash can, noticing a small digital clock that informed her it was mid-afternoon. She’d slept the whole morning away, no wonder she felt so rested, or why her meal had been in such a rush to exit.

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Looking around the house, more luxurious than anywhere she’d ever lived, questions started to fill Chelsea’s mind. Where was she, anyway? How did a human get a great house like this? Was she going to have to apologize for eating someone’s prized pet human?

A rumble outside distracted her, and Chelsea couldn’t help looking out the front window. There was a school bus on the street, letting off… humans. Nothing but humans, from small ones to teenagers, who excitedly ran to their homes and were greeted by human parents. Was this… some sort of human reservation? How…?

Did it matter?

Chelsea watched a delicious-looking blonde teen come up the driveway of the house next door, and her stomach let out a grumble. Already the most delicious meal she’d ever eaten was slipping her mind, she was busy thinking about the next, and the next…