Decker waited outside by the door with the young blonde woman who had pulled up in a dark sedan a half hour earlier with none other than Senator Kathleen Rivers inside. The visit was expected. Mr. Richter had told him exactly what he was to do. He'd opened the door and informed Tiffany that Rio would be coming in soon and that she was allowed to take him if she could. Something of a test. If Rio had shot her, that would've been the end of it...but there hadn't been any gun shots and he had heard some muffled sounds of a struggle, even through the insulated walls. He didn't relish what he was about to see when they went back in, but he didn't much care either, so long as he got paid.
When it was over, there was a knock at the window, signalling them to come in, at which point, the driver opened the door and the tall, elegant form of Kathleen Rivers stepped out and headed into the house wearing what looked like her workout clothes. Decker went in first and although he knew exactly what had likely happened inside, he still wasn't entirely prepared when he stepped into the living room to see Tiffany leaning back against the wall; her stomach bulging ridiculously in front of her, nearly touching the floor, Rio's tightly curled up form struggling weakly underneath her brown skin as her now stretched bellybutton puckered open and close as if still savoring the taste of him. She ran a hand up and down the side of her stomach, her eyes closed and a smooth smile playing across her face as she exhaled a thin plume of smoke from one of Rio's cigarrettes that had been left on the coffee table.
“Honey, you sure know how to treat a lady,” she purred, her sleepy eyes opening in twin slits.
“You got company,” Decker muttered in reply, “I'll be outside.”
He turned and tromped out past the two women entering behind him through the kitchen. Tiffany regarded them lazily, her green eyes flashing in the reflected light of the television which was now tuned to the nightly news. She raised an eyebrow upon recognizing the Senator.
“Damn,” she said, “Don't I feel important tonight. First I get kidnapped by two handsome boys, then one of them pays for my dinner and now I'm meetin with royalty. Don't mind this though. I had a big dinner and I'll be settling for a while,” She rubbed her side, grinning mischeviously.
Oh, I don't mind,” Kathleen replied with a small grin of her own, “It's good to see that you've mastered the most basic skills of ventrimancy. It will make your instruction much easier.”
“Instruction? You think you gonna instruct me? You have any idea who and what you're dealing with?” Tiffany laughed and slapped her side, causing Rio to buck violently.
“There isn't much in this world that could surprise me, young lady,” Katlheen's grin became a toothy smile as she reached down and pulled up her purple t'shirt, rolling down her yoga pants to reveal her long, hourglass stomach.
“Oh, what now? You tellin me you can do this?” Tiffany pointed down at her bellybutton, still tensing as Rio began to stir.
“I can do much more than that,” Kathleen replied, lifting her ribcage and whispering a few slippery words as she gestured over her stomach with one hand.
Like a pool of water suddenly disturbed by a skipped stone, the surface of her belly began to quiver and wave. She closed her eyes, repeating the words and gesturing over her undulating middle until a shape began to strain against her skin and at last a human face pushed out from beneath her pale flesh, letting out a long muffled scream before she touched it with her gesticulating hand and caused it to fall silent. She stood in front of Tiffany, her otherwise flat belly now boasting the definite outline of a man's face just above her long deep navel.
“This man became mine yesterday evening,” Kathleen said as Tiffany stared in shock and awe, nearly forgetting her own burden.
“What the fuck is that?” Tiffany blurted out, “He dead, right?”
“He's very much alive,” Kathleen replied, stroking her skin over the man's features, allowing his mouth to move in a slow plea for help, “I've simply swallowed him down deeper inside of me to a place that only Ventrimancers can reach.”
“What the fuck is a Vendramaner?”
“A Ventrimancer is someone like you or like me. A woman who is blessed by the God Ventrivoroth and is able to swallow men up into her stomach through her navel. I assume you must have been blessed at some juncture. Do you remember who is was who gave you the gift?”
“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” Tiffany replied, “But that's more fucked up than even I—Damn, boy!” she staggered forwards as Rio bucked suddenly and his hands clawed wildly against the walls of her stomach, “Settle down! You ain't goin nowhere.”
Kathleen took a step closer and Tiffany nearly fell backwards with the weight of Rio swaying back against the insides of her thighs.
“Hold on. What you doin?” she demanded as Kathleen reached out and touched her massively distended belly.
Rio screamed silently, then his body curled up tighter and went stiff. Tiffany felt a pulse of energy run through her body as well and the sensation made her tremble. Kathleen gestured again to her own pale stomach, then pressed down upon the man's face until it sank back down inside of her, leaving her stomach perfectly smooth and flat once again.
“You are not here by chance, Tiffany. You are here because I had you brought here,” she said, “And I did this because as a priestess of Ventrivoroth and a representative of your government, I have a task for you.”
“You want me to work for you?” Tiffany raised an eyebrow.
“I will teach you to send your meals down into yourself and emerge with them into the plane of Tenebrosa Palus, the home of Venrivoroth. From there you will have further instructions to carry out. If you do well, I will grant you more power than you can gain from digesting a few small men.”
Tiffany stared akwardly for a moment, then laughed out loud.
“Oh, yea? We just gonna go to a different world in our bellies and have a party? Bitch, you crazy as fuck. I ain't got time for all this. I've got to find a place to lay down and work this off.”
“In addition to power, I will also provide you with money and protection,” Kathleen snapped her fingers and the tall blonde with her came over and snapped open a brief case filled with unmarked bills.
Tiffany's eyebrows rose in unison and a slow smile played across her lips.
“You want me to send this boy down?” she asked, “And then what?”
“And then,” Kathleen smiled, “We prepare for a feast.”

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