In the Christmas Party
 
 
You came to the party alongside your girlfriend, but now you can't find her. It's making your nervous, very nervous.
 
Since the moment she told you about this Christmas party, you had thought it a bad idea to come, but she eventually won you over like she always did (who could resist knockers the size of her's?) and now you regret having given in.
 
Of course, there is really no danger, there cannot be. It's just a party, and on Christmas. People generally behave better during that time of the year, right? But you still have a sense of foreboading that doesn't let go. So you're looking for her and feeling worse by the minute as you fail to spot her massive tits (each several times larger than her head) anywhere. Where could she be?
 
You don't even know whose Christmas party it is. The host was a friend of a friend of your girlfriend's cousin. All you knew before arriving was that the place was big, the booze was free and other substances of varying degree of safety or legality could also be found there. Speaking of those, there's a mist of weed where you just arrived. It's probably the living room, but the house is so dark that you can only guess. But the stench of pot is very much real. Subconsciously, you follow it to a large couch and, reclined there and partially visible due to the blinking lights, is stretched a tall, shapely black woman with a full chest and thighs thicker than your torso. She wearing just a top and some negligible shorts, and on her hand is the biggest joint you've ever seen, the pungent smell flowing out from it. Her volumous afro hair covers her eyes from view, but you guess they're probably red as rubies. On top of her afro though, there's a tiny Santa hat that's incredibly out of place in the whole arrangement.
 
She pulls in the smoke hard, only to let it go through her mouth and nostrils with a sort of sigh.
 
"Man, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! Ain’t never had no kush this fire! Yo, shorts, what’s good?"
 
You look around, confused, then you realize she's talking to you. Approaching her somewhat timidly due to her bombastic personality and considerable size, you notice how bloated her midsection is. Is that another side effect of the substance she's abusing? You speak to her anyway.
 
"Looking for your girlfriend then, huh? Better forget her baby, this could very well be her last Christmas anyway. You don't understand what I'm talking about? Nevermind, just come here and give old Zuri some sugar!"
 
"So you lookin' for your girl, huh? You might as well let that go, baby. This might be her last Christmas anyway. You ain't catchin' what I'm sayin'? No worries, just come on over here and give ol' Zuri some love!" The black woman extends and arm and easily pulls you toward her. You try to explain yourself, say that you're already in a relationship, but she doesn't give it any heed. "Leave your girl behind, you should live it up while you got the chance, and I wanna get in on that too."
 
Zuri's hands are exploring your body while also forcing it against hers. As she speaks, the strong smell of alcohol in her breath also tells you that she's also smashed out of her mind. She giggles and hiccups while you try to get away, her hands now trying to get inside your pants to feel you. Suddenly, you think you hear your girlfriend's desperate voice, sounding at an arm's reach and miles away at the same time, as if her voice was extremely muffled and having to compete with too many loud noises.
 
You call her name, confused, but there's no response, just a loud groan from the black woman's bloated stomach as she smacks it, startling you.
 
"Hey shithead, calm the fuck doOOOOOOOOUUUUURP! -own! Ugh, fucking dinner trying to give me indigestion!" Zuri, as it appears that’s her name, gives you a slightly apologetic look, but not one ashamed of her unlady-like belch, but rather of having stopped foundling you to pacify her gut. "“Man, I’m so high I can’t even figure out if that’s a joint or a box in your pants, but I still want you to get at me...!
”
The sour stench of gastric gasses doesn't mix well with the drug-fuelled fog and you start to feel sick, but Zuri forces you to sit beside her on the couch, where she places one of her thick and shapely legs on your lap to prevent you from escaping her mindless, amorous clutching.
 
"You so cute I could just gobble you up, but with how you got me feelin’, I should probably hold off on that. For now, ain't nobody gon' miss that drunk loser if I just swallow him up." And having said that, Zuri easily grabs a stumbling guy passing nearby and nonchalantly raises his body and shoves it down her open maw, whole and alive.
 
You watch in horror as a person-shaped bulge trabels down the black woman's neck into her chest, then disappears while her stomach grows more bloated than before. Hopelessly scaroused, you can only stare at Zuri as she holds you face up and close to her mouth only to belch crassly on your face, the foul smell burning your nostrils. You recoil and she let's you go, laughing loudly. Then, her stomach growls hungrily, much to the surprise of both of you.
 
"For real? I just fed ya! Must be them munchies hittin' me hard again." She got up from the sofa awkwardly. "Aight, I need to grab some dinner now, babe, but I’ll be back real quick. Don’t go nowhere, I wanna sit on you when I’m done eatin’."
 
And just like that, she waddles away, her stomach moving and boucing slightly as she makes her way towards the closest partygoers. It doesn't take a genius to figure what's happening next.
 
 
 
...
 
 
 
 
You are unable to move, for you are pressed between Zuri's bed and her massive belly. The statuesque black woman is sleeping on top of you, snoring loudly as she rests from what was surely an intense night, even for her.
 
Drunk and high, Zuri had taken a liking to you even though she devoured your girlfriend alive like so much meat, and after fucking you until you were exhausted, she simply yawned and fell on top of you.
 
That's how you found yourself in your current predicament. Sleep is impossible, for you can hear the screams and pleas of the few people still alive in the predator's stomach. The heat from the belly is also intense and you can only imagine how hellish it might be from within.
 
Suddenly, you hear a loud noise that at first you take to be an explosion, but you realize that it actually is a thunderous, long fart coming from Zuri's behind. Considering how your girlfriend was the first to be eaten and must by this point be in the black woman's bowels, you imagine that all that gas is what's left of your beautiful partner. It makes sense that such a meaty woman like your girlfriend would produce such a big fart once she was broken down. You feel a bit sad, but not that much. At least your girlfriend is in a better place now, while you are still stuck beneath a snoring, farting predator, not knowing what she will do to you once she wakes up from her food-coma!
 
You actually feel her stomach's contents soften up against your body, and you hear the cries cease. You feel the walls of flesh press the organic material inside until you hear the sound of bones being crushed, and even asleep, Zuri let's out a satisfied purr like a fattened-up panther. Even unconscious she clearly enjoys the feeling of her body breaking down food.
 
Although you feel bad for the people Zuri ate, you are now grateful for the fact that her belly became much softer and as a result you don't feel like you're being crushed between it and the bed anymore. The gut is still warm and noisy though, so sleep is impossible. Curiously enough, by now you almost feel comfortable in your awkward position. Zuri might be a man-eating monster but she's also an incredibly attractive woman, and not everyone could say that they managed to fuck then sleep with her without ending up as food for so long.
 
Just as you are enterteining those thoughts though, you feel Zuri shifting position. She stops snoring, and instead, yawns loudly. Soon, she's staring down at you with an amused expression, like a huge carnivorous feline holding it's catch and wondering if there's still space in their stomach for more meat. You freeze with terror, expecting at any moment for her maw to open wide and engulf your head. You close your eyes and prepare yourself for the worst, but instead of feeling the wetness of her mouth over your face, you feel it only in your ear. She's nibbling it playfully, as lovers do.
 
You open your eyes and look at her, surprised. She stops nibbling and looks at you with a sardonic smile.
 
"Y’all ready for round two? I woke up feelin’ kinda freaky and just wanna have some fun ’til it’s time to drop this dinner in the shitter," She says to you.
 
You're still tired from your last passionate fuck, but you also know what will happen to you if you refuse. So you nod. Zuri smiles approvingly as you two get ready to have another go.