She noticed several of the girls pulling their goggles down, doing the same.
She jumped slightly as she heard a loud squelching sound, craning her head to peer into the center of the crowd, unable to look away. Katelyn was on her hands and knees, ass sticking prominently into the air, her head directly over the short-haired girl’s body.
As she watched, Katelyn’s head rose up, and she heard an audible swallow. She caught a glimpse of the short-haired girl’s body and gasped as she caught sight of blood.
Katelyn turned her head back to the crowd and smiled. Her mouth was stained red, her teeth gleaming white as snow. She licked her lips and shrugged. “Eh… I’ve had better,” she said.
The other girls laughed, then pushed in even closer. The ones in the middle of the crowd bent down like Katelyn, digging into the short-haired girl’s flesh with surprising fervor. The ones further out reached in and tore chunks out of the arms and legs, bringing them to their mouths.
The noise was incredible, like nothing Mary had ever heard, a cacophony of crunching, cracking, and slurping. The girls were like a pack of wolves at a carcass. She felt her bile rise and covered her mouth, looking away.
Mrs. Swanson raised an eyebrow at her, her mouth twisting into a slight smile.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Mary jumped. Turning around, she saw Sarah standing behind her, a bone with what looked like a chunk of arm on it in her right hand. She too had been eating, evident from the blood on her chin.
She raised her left hand to her mouth, stifling a burp. “ Mrrrrrp— mmm, ‘scuse me. Do you want some?” she asked, proffering the arm to Mary.
Mary stared at Sarah in disbelief for a few moments before she could react. “I—I…” she trailed off, unable to think of what to say. Looking down, she noticed some blood on her shoulder where Sarah had touched her.
“Come on, it’s not actually that bad… once you get used to it.” Sarah pulled a small piece of flesh from the bone and held it out to Mary.
Mary swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to get on Sarah’s bad side. “I—I don’t think—”
Sarah brought the larger bone up to her mouth, biting off a chunk, quickly swallowing it and licking her lips. “See? It’s easy.”
With that, Mary’s fear of being consumed overcame her revulsion. She reached out, gingerly taking the piece of flesh from Sarah. It was still warm to the touch. She held it at a distance with two fingers, hesitating.
Sarah chomped down another bite of the short-haired girl’s arm, waiting for Mary to make a move.
As Mary steeled herself to eat the small piece, a nearly five-second long loud, noisy fart broke through the sound of the class eating.
They both turned, seeing that the fart had unsurpringly come from Katelyn’s naked asshole, which was up in the air, facing them. Katelyn didn’t even stop to acknowledge her passing of gas, continuing to munch on the short-haired girl.
A few of the girls giggled, waving their hands in an attempt to dissipate the smell, but most were still focused on eating. A girl across from Katelyn tossed a cleaned rib bone to the side, belched, then reached for another.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “God, she always has so much gas,” she said, shaking her head and laughing.
Mary struggled to respond with a laugh, but could only manage a nervous smile.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Well? Are you gonna eat that?” she said, licking her lips.
Mary nodded hurriedly, her pulse increasing as she prepared herself. She brought the piece of meat to her mouth, and after a slight hesitation, popped it in.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the warmth of it on her tongue. She gulped quickly, tasting the slight metallic profile of blood.
Opening her eyes, she looked back at Sarah, opening her mouth to show that it was empty.
Sarah smiled. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?”
Mary stammered out a reply, still slightly nauseous. “Um… yeah…”
“Hold on one sec,” Sarah said, turning back to the crowd.
Mary noticed a clearly defined skeleton starting to emerge from the short-haired girl’s body as the girls kept pulling pieces away.
Sarah returned with a sizeable chunk of what looked like an upper thigh. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to Mary.
Mary took the slab of meat gingerly.
Sarah rolled her eyes, taking another bite out of her own chunk of flesh, speaking through her mouthfuls. “Mmf… you swallowing Mrs. Swanson’s load… that was like… the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Mary caught herself feeling that odd little bit of pride again, trying hard to quell it. “Oh… um… thanks.”
Sarah swallowed noisily, stifling a burp. “Mm… rrrRRRP. Yeah. Um by they way… sorry about Emily, but… honestly, she was just kind of… a loser, y’know?” She smiled widely, extending a hand. “No hard feelings, right?”
Mary gritted her teeth, pasting on a smile, and took Sarah’s hand, feeling her stomach turn as she did so.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re cool about it. Honestly, I don’t know why you hung out with her so much,” she said, taking another noisy bite of flesh, speaking through her full mouth, “you actually seem kind of cool.”
Mary was shocked. Sarah, the girl that had tormented her for months, was now calling her ‘cool’? She hated the fact that she enjoyed the praise. “Um… I guess so,” she said, trying to keep her statement neutral.
“I mean… Emily was like, so weird,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “Now that she’s… well, you know… you can totally hang out with us.”
Mary’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t possibly . Sarah was nothing short of a monster, and so were all her friends. But on the other hand, she couldn’t see any other options. She wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t just be their next meal if she refused.
She gulped, then took a large bite out of the chunk of thigh Sarah had given her, swallowing quickly. “Um, sure,” she said, smiling nervously.
Sarah grinned widely, patting her on the shoulder. “Cool! Come on, sit with everyone.” She beckoned as she walked back over to the huddle of girls, who were still ravenously devouring the short-haired girl’s corpse.
Sarah sat down on her knees, her wide hips flaring out over her feet, patting the floor next to her.
Mary squeezed in, her thigh touching the girl next to her, who was busy slurping the meat from an unidentifiable bone. She jumped slightly as the girl let out a sudden loud belch, dropping the bone onto a small pile next to her.
Sarah patted Mary’s leg. “Eat as much as you want.” She leaned in closer, whispering. “You don’t have to stuff yourself. It… takes some getting used to.”
Mary’s eyes widened. “You… you’ve done this before?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
Sarah laughed. “Oh yeah, we’ve… oh my gosh, we must have— ourrRRRRP —excuse me—we must have eaten at least… a dozen girls already. Wait… a dozen is twenty, right?”
Mary shook her head, the reality of Sarah’s statement slowly setting in. “A—a dozen is twelve,” she said softly.
“Oh, really?” Sarah wore a confused expression. “I totally thought it was twenty.” She leaned to the side slightly, nonchalantly letting loose a loud fart, giggling. “Excuse me.”
Mary nodded in confirmation, trying not to gag on the fart as it wafted up around them both.
“Really? Oh my gosh, you’re smart, huh? Well, I guess it’s more like two dozen, then.”
Mary grimaced as she took another timid bite of flesh. To her surprise, her stomach actually growled. She realized that she was actually quite famished, having skipped lunch that day due to Emily’s absence. She took another two bites, gulping the meat down. She noticed Sarah’s gaze of approval, smiling shyly.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “You must be hungry,” she said, still eating away. “Katelyn hardly ate any her first time.”
Mary glanced over at Katelyn, who was still on all fours, her gorged belly hanging down nearly to the floor. The girl next to her was patting her back, eliciting occasional belches as she continued to eat. It was hard for her to imagine Katelyn as anything but the ravenous carnivore she saw now.
Mary shrugged. “I—I didn’t have lunch today. I… I usually eat with Emily.”
Sarah scooted closer. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry… you know you can totally eat lunch with us now, right?”
Mary blushed a little, swallowing her latest bite. “Thanks. UORRRRP— um… excuse me,” she said, covering her mouth, surprised at her own eruction.
Sarah smiled, patting her chest and letting out a huge belch, laughing. “Come on, I know you have more in there.”
Mary blushed even redder, rolling her eyes. She straightened up, patting her chest like Sarah. Try as she might, she couldn’t make any more gas come up. After a few moments, she slumped back down in defeat, shrugging sheepishly.
Sarah giggled. “You’ll get there,” she said, munching away on another unidentifiable piece of flesh.
Mary finished up the chunk of thigh in her hands, stopping for a moment as she realized she was licking her fingers. She pushed her negative thoughts away, slurping the juices from her hands.
“Oh my gosh, you did so good!” Sarah exclaimed, leaning into her and rubbing her back. “Are you full?”
Mary sat back, placing a hand on her stomach, which did actually feel quite tight. It even bulged slightly. “I—I guess so,” she said, taking a few deep breaths.
Sarah reached down with her other hand, feeling Mary’s belly. “Oh my gosh, you are full,” she said softly.
Mary felt very awkward. Her pulse pounded in her ears, increasing noticeably. “Uh… yeah,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.
Sarah scooted a bit closer to her, leaning back slightly. “Feel mine,” she said excitedly, proffering her own belly to Mary.
Mary looked down at Sarah’s midriff, which was much more engorged than her own. She decided it was best to humor Sarah as much as possible. Swallowing nervously, she reached out tentatively with one hand.
Sarah took Mary’s hand, placing it over her taught stomach and covering it with her own.
Mary looked up at her.
Sarah smiled. Her smile was dazzling, even with the blood on her chin and small flecks of meat on her chest.
Mary couldn’t help but blush. Sarah’s stomach felt hot under her hand.
“Doesn’t it feel crazy?” Sarah asked, arching her back and rolling her belly slightly.
Mary felt the contents of Sarah’s stomach shift as she moved. She nodded. “Um… yeah,” she said, returning Sarah’s smile as best she could.
Sarah took her own hand away from Mary’s, leaning back on both hands and sighing in contentment.
Mary kept her hand in place, partially out of fear that Sarah might be offended if she let go, but partially out of her own fascination. It did feel very strange.
Sarah’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my gosh,” she said, sitting up and touching Mary’s hand again.
Mary scarcely had time to react before Sarah’s torso emitted a long, gurgling groan. She felt Sarah’s skin rippling under her hand as several large bubbles rushed through her digestive tract. Mary withdrew her hand in surprise.
“Did you feel that?” Sarah said excitedly.
Mary nodded. “That… was that a… a—”
Sarah interrupted her. “That’s a big fart,” she confirmed.
Mary felt herself blushing again, for what reason, she still was unsure. “Oh… wow.”
Sarah held out her index finger daintily. “Do you wanna pull my finger?” she asked, stifling giggles.
Mary reached out to comply, but before she could grasp Sarah’s finger, the girl burst into laughter.
“Too late!” she exclaimed, giggling uncontrollably and simultaneously letting loose a very long and noisy fart.
The fart continued on for what seemed like forever, well over ten seconds. Mary could smell the gas before Sarah had even finished.
Sarah sat back down heavily, still giggling. “Oh my gosh, that feels so much better,” she said, massaging her stomach.
Several of the other girls laughed, some of them covering their noses.
“Oh my gosh, that’s strong,” Sarah exclaimed, fanning herself as the stench wafted up around her. “Sorry.”
Mary coughed, feeling her eyes begin to water as the fart lingered thickly in the air. “It’s—it’s all right,” she forced out. She raised a hand to fan some of the smell away, but stopped herself after a few moments, not wanting to do anything that might offend Sarah.
Sarah seemed not to notice, sighing in relief. “Wow, I feel so much lighter now,” she said, arching her back. “Mm… by the way,” she remarked, leaning a bit closer to Mary and lowering her voice, “…sorry for… you know… farting on you earlier. In the classroom.”
Mary forced a smile onto her face, even though her stomach turned at the memory of Sarah’s Emily-fueled gas hitting her nose. “That’s… that’s ok,” she said, even though she knew it was most certainly not.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, she— mrrrrp— she just gave me so much gas, y’know,” she said, stifling a belch midsentence.
Mary must have let her horror show through, because Sarah’s expression suddenly changed from lazy contentment to one of apologetic surprise.
“Er—sorry, I forgot you guys were, like… friends or whatever.”
The only reaction Mary could come up with was a small shrug.
“But I mean… she was totally a nerd, right? Like, who actually reads books in their spare time?” She shook her head, rolling her eyes.
Mary cleared her throat. “Well…”
Sarah laughed. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean—I mean, it’s cool if you do,” she said, gulping down a chunk of meat. “But, like, you can— mrrrrp —sorry—you can hang out with us now, you don’t have to do that stuff anymore.”
Mary opened her mouth to protest, but a thunderous belch from Katelyn made them both turn their heads.
She sat on her knees, belly bulging out in front of her, breathing heavily. Flecks of meat were spattered across her chest.
The other girls were sitting back in a similar manner, though none were as visibly gorged as Katelyn. A blonde girl next to Katelyn lazily leaned to one side, letting out a long, wavering fart.
All that remained of the unfortunate girl everyone had eaten was a nearly cleaned skeleton and a few scraps of something unidentifiable.
“Oh my god, she didn’t last long,” Sarah said, giggling. “We’re like those fish that can eat a whole cow in like a minute… what are those called?”
“Um… piranhas?” Mary replied.
“Oh yeah! God, you’re so smart,” Sarah said, looking over at her and twirling her hair. “That’s kind of cute…”
Mary blushed, looking away. “I… I just read a lot,” she mumbled.
Sarah looked at her with questioning eyes, tilting her head slightly. “So… like, how many books do you think I’d have to read to get that smart?”
Mary was a little dumbfounded at Sarah’s question. There was no way this girl had actually earned a passing score on any assignment. And yet Sarah’s grades were always perfect, something Mary had always suspected was just favoritism, but now she knew for certain. She tried to give Sarah an answer she’d comprehend. “Um… I’d say… a lot? A lot of really… big books.”
Sarah’s face fell a little. “Oh. Really? Well, I am totally not doing that,” she said, leaning forward and putting both hands on her ass cheeks, lifting her massive derriere off the floor and letting it fall back down heavily. “If only my brain was as big as my ass,” she said, giggling.
Mary felt her pulse increase slightly as she eyed Sarah’s enormous rump. “You… you’d be a genius,” she said, hyper-aware that she was still blushing fiercely.
Sarah’s mouth dropped open in mock surprise. “Hey!” she protested.
Mary backpedaled hastily. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean—"
Sarah smiled at her. “I’m just kidding, I took it as a compliment. Oh—hold on— BRRRMPT ” she said, leaning to one side, interrupting herself with a sudden fart. “Ah, that feels better.”
Mary managed a nervous smile back. Her attention turned to the other girls as she noticed several of them stand.
The rest of the class, bloody, greasy and belching, was lining up in front of the scale once more. The same girl that had taken weights before held her notebook again, pencil in hand.
Sarah stood, reaching out to help Mary up.
Mary took her hand and stood, feeling the weight in her stomach as it sloshed to the side. She held up a fist, stifling a burp.
“How much do you think I ate?” Sarah murmured into her ear as they joined the back of the line.
Mary gave a helpless shrug.
Sarah held her stomach with both hands, lifting it slightly. “I’m going to say— mrrrp— more than four pounds,” she said, exhaling in relief. “What about you?”
Mary didn’t even have a guess. She put her hands on her own belly, shrugging again. “Um… I don’t—”
She was interrupted by a very loud belch from the front of the line. They both stood stepped slightly to the side to look.
Katelyn stood on the scale, panting in exhaustion, her hands on her belly, which bulged so prominently that Mary thought she looked pregnant.
Sarah spoke up, voicing Mary’s thoughts in a subdued whisper. “God, she looks pregnant, doesn’t she?”
Mary could only nod in agreement, eyes still on Katelyn.
The girl with the notebook looked down at the scale. Her eyes widened, but she remained silent, scribbling an entry. She leaned in and whispered something to Katelyn.
Katelyn stepped off the scale, beaming with pride. She walked over to Mrs. Swanson, murmuring something unintelligible. The teacher’s mouth dropped open for a moment in surprise, but she quickly recovered, raising an eyebrow as Katelyn continued to talk.
As Mary and Sarah watched them converse, Mrs. Swanson’s enormous cock, which had been laying inocuously on her leg, suddenly twitched, straightening slightly. Both she and Katelyn looked at it, then back at each other, laughing. Katelyn leaned in, whispering into Mrs. Swanson’s ear. The teacher rolled her eyes, tucking her hair back and smiling.
“She is so obsessed with Mrs. Swanson,” Sarah scoffed. She rolled her eyes. “I mean… who can blame her, really.”
“Has… has Mrs. Swanson always… been… like that?” Mary asked timidly, gesturing vaguely toward the teacher, whose cock was now steadily growing.
Sarah looked back at Mary, speaking under her breath. “Her dick? Oh yeah. Katelyn was definitely jealous of you sucking it. I mean… I guess you were kind of forced to. But still… how was that, by the way?”
Mary shrugged. “I—I could barely fit it in my mouth,” she said.
Sarah bit her lower lip. “Mm… I saw,” she said, smiling. “What did it taste like?”
Mary blushed. “Just… kind of… salty, I guess. Rrrrrrrrp. ” Her cheeks puffed as she raised her hand, stifling a burp. She exhaled, blowing it discreetly to the side.
Sarah leaned in close, closing her eyes. “Mm… cum burp,” she remarked, sniffing the air in front of Mary’s mouth.
Mary leaned back slightly, unsure of what to do.
Sarah’s eyes opened, and she seemed to snap out of it, wearing an almost sheepish expression. “Uh… sorry.”
“That’s ok,” Mary said quickly, not wanting to seem disagreeable. “I—I don’t mind.”
Sarah smiled. “That’s really cool of you. Oh—wait—” She reached down, spreading her cheeks with both hands and leaning forward slightly, letting out a quiet, airy fart hiss out. “Oof, sorry.”
Mary tried to ignore the rotten stench as it curled up around them both. Sarah seemed completely unaffected.
“So… is this… normal whenever you…” Mary trailed off, not wanting to say the words she was thinking.
Sarah wiped a small piece of something from her left breast, licking her fingers. “Is what?”
Mary opened her mouth to clarify, but was interrupted by a loud fart from a girl two spots ahead of them in line, accompanied by a round of giggles. She rolled her eyes, gesturing vaguely at the noise. “Um… that.”
Sarah laughed. “Oh, that… um… yeah. It pretty much happens every time we eat someone. It’s just so much meat, y’know?” She held her stomach with one hand, using the other to support her back as she farted again. “ BRRRRRT— ugh. Yeah, most of us are just farting nonstop the next day.”
Try as she might to stifle it, Mary couldn’t hold back a cough as the stench around her intensified. She couldn’t tell if it was Sarah’s fart or someone else’s wafting from across the room. She covered her mouth with her hand as she coughed again, trying to appease Sarah with a weak smile.
Sarah laughed. “Oh my gosh, I’m totally gassing you out right now, aren’t I?” She used both hands to fan the air around them. “Sorry, all this is still from… uh, yesterday.” She hesitated before sheepishly going into more detail. “You know… from… Emily.”
Mary closed her eyes, her bile rising as she tried to push thoughts of Emily out of her mind. She nodded quickly. “I—I see.”
Sarah closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath in through her nose, raising an eyebrow. “Whew. If you think it’s bad now, wait until this starts digesting,” she said, patting her belly. She rolled her eyes. “It’s gonna be like… nonstop gas tomorrow.”
Mary swallowed nervously. “Oh… uh, wow.”
Sarah put her hands on her hips, standing very close to Mary and launching into a story. “Oh my gosh, this one time—I totally shouldn’t be telling you this, but—like, a while ago we ate this one girl—I think she was an exchange student—she had like, legit thunder thighs, so we were really full—I had the hugest fart, it was seriously like, ten minutes long, like, I’m not kidding, it just kept going, like, forever…”
Mary tried to smile and nod, but her stomach sank as she observed the carefree attitude with which Sarah babbled away about her gastric distresses from eating other girls. How had Emily fallen victim to this cruelty? How many other girls had met the same fate in the past? She moved a hand over her stomach, packed full of human remains. Was she really one of them now?
Sarah gestured with her hands occasionally as she continued to talk, briefly pausing to fart in the middle of a sentence. “—but it was, like, emptying out my stomach, like I could feel it— BRRRRRT— sorry—but yeah, I could totally feel my belly getting smaller, it was insane—”
It was finally Sarah’s turn to be weighed. She hastily wrapped up her story and stepped up, the scale creaking under her weight.
The notebook girl peered down at the display, scribbling the result and showing it to Sarah, who smiled, stepping off the scale. She followed the other girls to the corner of the lab, where they were lining up to use the emergency chemical shower, rinsing the gore from their bodies.
Mary was next. She swallowed nervously, stepping onto the scale platform. The notebook girl craned her head to look down at the display.
Across the room, she noticed Katelyn, now dressed and straddling Mrs. Swanson’s right leg, still murmuring unintelligible things in a low voice. As she watched, she saw Katelyn’s skirt suddenly lift as the girl let fly a particularly forceful fart. She heard Katelyn giggle, then saw her use one hand to fan away the gas she’d just unleashed on Mrs. Swanson’s lap.
She expected Mrs. Swanson to shoo her away again, but to her surprise, the teacher simply rolled her eyes, smiling as Katelyn whispered into her ear. Her enormous cock pulsed, lengthening once more. It was now nearly as long as her upper leg, its tip resting just near her kneecap.
She was shaken from her staring as the notebook girl nudged her, proffering the book. She looked down at its pages, seeing her name among the list, her eyes scanning down the columns. Previous Weight: 121.9lbs. Post-Ingestion Weight: 124.1lbs. Weight Ingested: 2.2lbs.
She looked up at the notebook girl, who smiled, praising her. “Good job!” she said cheerfully. “That’s a lot for your first time.”
As she half-heartedly returned the smile, Mary glanced down again, her eyes running down the ‘Weight Ingested’ column. The number ‘9.2’ jumped out at her, far higher than anyone else’s. Somewhat unsurprisingly, she saw Katelyn’s name to its left.
A loud belch from the girl behind her in line jolted her into motion. She stepped off the scale, casting her eyes around the room, a little unsure of where to go next.
Sarah caught her gaze, beckoning from the corner next to the emergency shower. She hurried over, standing next to Sarah, who bombarded her with excited questions.
“Oh my gosh, how much did you eat? Wait—don’t tell me. It was more than two, wasn’t it? Was it three? Did you see mine? I didn’t eat as much as I did yesterday, I was still kind of full, so like, don’t judge.”
Mary replied. “Um… 2.2 pounds.”
Sarah’s mouth opened in excitement. “Oh wow, I knew it! That’s amazing, you’re gonna be so good at this. Did you see mine?”
Mary shook her head. “Uh… no, sorry—”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I only ate 3.7…. I know, I said 4, I was so close! It must have been the leftovers from yesterday in there… normally, I can eat way more than that…”
Mary slowly tuned out as Sarah rambled on, watching the girls in line ahead of them rinse their bodies under the emergency shower, toweling off and pulling their clothes back on, congregating in a group next to the door.
Two of the girls, still naked, were cleaning up the remains of the unfortunate short-haired girl. They put the last of the bones into a tub, which they placed into the large lab refridgerator, then began to mop up the rest. Their motions were deft and practiced. Mary found herself wondering how many girls had ended up a puddle on that floor.
A sudden fresh wave of meaty stench snapped her out of her bemused contemplation, nearly making her eyes water. She turned back toward Sarah, who was fanning her ass, a sheepish grin on her face.
“Whoops,” Sarah said, giggling. “That was me.”
Mary tried not to cough, endeavoring to change the subject. “What… uh, what do you… where do you all go? I mean… after…” she made a vague gesture toward Sarah’s stomach.
Sarah belched loudly before replying. “ OURRRP— w hat do you mean?”
Mary tried to explain. “I mean… it’s kind of… I mean, Katelyn especially…” she turned back toward Katelyn, who was still sitting on Mrs. Swanson’s leg, her gorged belly protruding out in front of her, murmuring unintelligibly to the teacher. “What will everyone say?”
Sarah laughed. “Oh, you mean about us being so stuffed? Honestly…” she glanced to each side before leaning in close, speaking in a low voice. “I’m like, pretty sure a lot of the teachers are cool with it.”
Mary’s mind reeled as she thought of the implications of that statement. “But… but what about after class? Like… what about when you go home?”
Sarah shrugged. “I mean, my mom is totally cool with it. She’s known Mrs. Swanson for like, forever, apparently.”
Mary struggled to process the information. She gulped nervously. “What… what if someone asks about her… uh… who did we just…?” she fell silent, not wanting to say the words she was thinking.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Who did we just eat? Honestly, I totally forgot her name,” she said, laughing. “Oh my gosh, that’s so bad… I think Katelyn knows.” She stifled a belch. “ MrrrrrRRRrrp— ‘scuse me—but seriously, like, don’t worry about it. No one’s gonna think you ate someone. Where do you live?”
Mary hesitated to speak up. “Uh… the county welfare home on 7 th street,” she said quietly.
Sarah gasped. “Oh my gosh, are you an orphan? What happened to your parents?”
Mary opened her mouth, but couldn’t form any words for a moment.
Sarah filled the silence. “Wow, that was totally rude of me. Sorry, I’ve just never actually talked to someone… from… there. Are… are you guys all orphans?”
Mary nodded. “Yeah… mostly.”
“Wow, that’s like… so sad,” Sarah said, hands on her hips, head cocked slightly to the side as she stared pitifully at Mary.
Mary shrugged. “Uh... yeah.” She couldn’t tell if Sarah was making fun of her or attempting to be empathetic.
Suddenly Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Hey! You should totally spend the night tonight!”
Mary’s eyes widened. “Uh… are you… you mean—”
Sarah nudged her with one arm. “It’ll be fun! Come on, my mom would be totally cool with it. And you wouldn’t have to spend the night at the, uh… foster home.”
Mary was taken aback. In one day, Sarah had gone from almost her worst enemy to asking her to sleep over. Was this… was this what it was like to become popular?
She stammered out a reply. “Uh… that sounds... fun,” she said, feeling her cheeks turn red.
Sarah beamed. “Awesome! This is gonna be great.” She stepped into the shower, rinsing the blood and grease from her naked body, using her hands to rub away some particularly persistent spots under her breasts.
Mary blushed even more fiercely, averting her eyes.
“Did I get it all?” Sarah asked, turning her ass toward Mary.
Mary forced her gaze toward Sarah’s enormous, glistening wet hips, barely getting out a reply. A slow nod was all she managed.
Sarah smiled at her. “Thanks,” she said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.
After a few moments, lost in Sarah’s gaze, Mary realized that she was next in line for the shower. She stepped gingerly underneath the shower head, pulling down on the stainless steel emergency handle. She gasped as the cold water rushed down over her skin, hastily using her hands to rub herself down.
As she finished up, stepping out from under the shower, one of the girls thrust a towel into her hands, which she accepted gingerly, drying herself as thoroughly as she could manage.
The other girls were all getting back into their clothes, many of them giggling at each other’s distended bellies. Sarah struggled to button the top of her jeans for several moments, finally giving up, much to everyone else’s amusement. She rolled her eyes, patting her stomach pointedly and laughing along with the rest of the class.
As Mary stepped forward, mingling with the crowd, her clothes were brought forward, piece by piece. The others addressed her by name, something Mary realized they had never done up to this point. She pulled on her panties, bra and top, casting her eyes about for her capris.
Instead, one of the girls proffered a pair of jean shorts. Mary took them hesitantly, realizing they had belonged to the short-haired girl.
“Um… these aren’t mine,” she said timidly. “I think these were—”
“They’re yours now,” Sarah interrupted. “It’s not like she needs them anymore.”
“They’ll look cute on you,” said the girl that had handed them to Mary.
Mary gulped nervously. She forced a weak smile and stepped into the shorts, pulling them up over her ass. The fit was a little tight, but not uncomfortably so. They were very short, hardly covering more than her panties had.
“Oh my god, those are so cute,” Sarah said, the other girls murmuring their agreement.
Mary blushed, enjoying their praise despite the slightly naseuous feeling in her stomach. She jumped slightly as one of the girls gave her ass a playful slap.
Sarah chastised her jokingly. “Hey, don’t be mean to Mary unless you want to be food next week!” She giggled, the rest of the girls joining in.
Mary caught the girl’s eyes amidst the class’ laughter, surprised that they were wide with fear.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the girl said to Mary, fidgeting with her blonde hair. “I totally didn’t mean it, it was just a joke…” Her eyes darted toward Sarah as she spoke.
Mary was so shocked that she couldn’t reply for a few moments. “Oh… I didn’t… that’s ok. Really, I don’t mind.”
The relief on the blonde girl’s face was palpable. “I was just being dumb… you… you look totally amazing, by the way!” She forced out an anxious giggle, her smile veiling her nervousness.
Mary returned the smile hesitantly. “Uh… thanks…”
The blonde girl nodded, averting her eyes.
Mrs. Swanson appeared in Mary’s peripheral vision, hands on her hips. Mary noticed her jeans contained an unmistakeable elongated bulge in the crotch. She found herself wondering how she’d never noticed it before.
“All right, let’s close up,” the teacher said, gesturing toward the door. “Make sure the refridgerator is latched, last one gets the lights, you all know the drill.”
As Mary was ushered out with the gaggle of girls, several of them lauded her with compliments. She blushed, thanking them shyly, but she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that they were all doing it for their own survival. To get into Sarah’s good graces, perhaps? Had she really become one of Sarah’s elite clique?
She scarcely had time to think about it before one of the girls was offering her her backpack and jacket and Sarah was tugging her along by the arm down the the hall, followed by Katelyn and several others.
As they walked, Mary was keenly aware of everyone else’s eyes on her, whispering to each other and beaming at Sarah as they passed, eager to elicit a response. On the rare occasion Sarah graced their advances with a wave, a titter of excitement would erupt from the group, the girls rapidly murmuring to each other in hushed tones.
Finally they reached the end of the hall and exited into the parking lot, standing on its edge in a tight cluster, Sarah and Mary at the center.
“My mom should be here in a few minutes,” Sarah said. “Hopefully she’s not late again,” she remarked, rolling her eyes. “If she is, we’ll just stay at Katelyn’s.”
Mary glanced over at Katelyn, who stood with one hand on her lower back and the other resting on her engorged belly. She leaned backward slightly to offset its weight.
Katelyn noticed her staring and raised an eyebrow.
Mary looked away hurriedly, blushing. She sneaked a peek back at Katelyn to see her smiling widely, which only made her blush even more.
“Look at Miss Wheeler, she’s totally staring at you,” one of the girls said to Katelyn, discreetly pointing to the group’s right.
Katelyn stopped smiling at Mary to glance in that direction.
Miss Wheeler, one of the newer English teachers, was indeed eyeing Katelyn with a mixture of confusion and surprise, standing about ten or twelve feet away.
Katelyn agreed in a low voice, turning back toward the group. “Oh my god, she totally is,” she said, giggling.
“I bet she thinks you’re pregnant,” one of the girls whispered.
“Well, no shit, I doubt she thinks I ate someone,” Katelyn replied, eliciting elevated laughter from the girls. She glanced back at the teacher, then back to the group, her face forming a devilish smile. “Guys, wait, I have an idea. Watch this.”
As the group looked on, Katelyn turned back toward Miss Wheeler, raising a hand in an exaggerated wave.
“Hi, Miss Wheeler!” she shouted in a singsong voice.
Miss Wheeler seemed to be shaken from her trance, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized she’d been caught staring. She returned Katelyn’s wave with a plastered-on smile.
Katelyn patted her fist against her chest, suddenly letting out a very loud belch.
Miss Wheeler’s jaw dropped open for a moment, her expression taking on a tinge of mild disgust before she looked away, pretending not to notice.
The girls all burst into barely contained giggles, Katelyn the loudest of all.
“Holy crap! Katelyn!”
“Oh my god, did you see her face?”
“She looked away so fast…”
“Oh my god, Katelyn, why do your burps smell worse than my farts?”
The last comment sent the group into full-on laughter as a few of the girls near Katelyn fanned themselves, coughing.
Mary’s nose wrinkled as it caught the stench. She had to agree, it was paticularly strong for a burp.
Sarah shook her head, still laughing. “You are so rotten,” she said.
Katelyn shrugged, smiling. “What? It’s natural,” she said. “Wait…” She bent slightly at the waist, holding up one finger. “Ahhh… excuse me,” she said after a few moments with a sigh, her smile widening.
The girls didn’t have to hear anything to know Katelyn had just farted. A collective moan of disgust went through the group, some of the girls preemptively covering their noses with their shirts.
Even Sarah had to cough as the wave of gas flooded the group. Mary’s stomach turned as she smelled Katelyn’s now-familiar meaty fart.
The noise of tires on the pavement drew everyone’s attention. A black Escalade stopped next to the group, the window rolling down to reveal a blonde woman wearing sunglasses. Her short, straw-colored hair was streaked with dark highlights. Even with the sunglasses, Mary thought she could see the resemblance to Sarah.
“Sarah, are you ready?” the woman asked, pulling down her sunglasses, peering over the top of them into the crowd.
“Yeah, Mom.” She grabbed Mary by the arm. “C’mon.”
“Bye, Mary!
“See you tomorrow, Mary!”
The other girls bid their adieus, seeming to address Mary specifically. She scarcely had time to think about what that meant before Sarah was sitting up in the back seat of the Escalade, gesturing for Mary to enter.
Swallowing her apprehension, Mary stepped up into the vehicle, closing the door gently. The sounds of the outside fell away as Sarah’s mother rolled up her window.
Mary noticed Sarah’s mother’s eyes on her through the rearview mirror.
“Hey, hon, I don’t think we’ve met, have we?”
Mary shook her head. “N—no, ma’am.”
Sarah piped up with an explanation. “We pretty much just became friends, like, today.”
The vehicle pulled forward, out of the parking lot and turned left into the street, accelerating away from the school. “A new friend? That’s nice.” Sarah’s mother smiled politely at Mary before shifting a more stern gaze to her daughter. “Sarah… isn’t that the third ‘new friend’ you’ve made this month?”
Sarah looked over at Mary briefly, then back to her mother, laughing. “Oh my god, Mom, no! She’s like… a real friend.”
Mary eyed Sarah, somewhat perplexed.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “She thought I was gonna eat you,” she said, giggling.
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