“Mindy? I don’t know Kacey, I really don’t think she likes me.”

“Come on, Fleur,” she whines, “I know these weekly trips around the downtown were always what us girls did together, just us, but Mindy is super cool. She won’t stop talking about how close she hopes you’ll get with her.”

“I don’t know, I… I guess it’s okay.” Fleur shuddered. Mindy always looked at her funny.


Mindy arrived just a few hours later, and shortly after Jess and Alexandra pulled up in Alex’s car.

“Sorry!” Alex said from the driver's seat. “You guys will all have to cram in the back!”

“Doesn’t your back only seat 3?” Fleur asked hopefully. “I can take my car if I have to.”

“Kierstin’s meeting us downtown,” Jess mumbled, not looking away from her phone.

“I call the middle!” Mindy exclaimed, and within seconds she had scuttled into the back seat. What kind of freak actually wants the middle seat, Fleur wondered.


Mindy was barely seated in the middle. She seemed to be leaning into Fleur with all her weight. “Fleur, Fleur, Fleur,” she smirked, eyelids hung low over her irises, sizing Fleur up like a raw cut of meat. “You’re looking delicious as ever…”

“Yeah, the outfit is totally adorable. Did you dress up for any reason?” Alex questioned from the driver's seat.

“N-No, it’s just new and I figured why not wear it.” Fleur glanced over uncomfortably back at Mindy, who hadn’t stopped staring ravenously.

“OooOOuuRRRRRGgggHHHHHhh…”

“What was that?!” Jess exclaimed, actually looking away from her phone.

“Ooopsie,” Mindy giggled, smiling devilishly, staring Fleur straight in the eye. “Looks like I’m a little hungry…”


They stopped at a simple, greasy hot dog stand before beginning their standard lap around the blocks of boutiques and knick knackeries. Nothing was really catching Fleur’s eyes, and she nibbled on her hotdog timidly. Mindy was making her extremely uncomfortable.

“Hey guys!” Mindy hollered from atop a simple concrete bench. “Bet you 10 bucks I can swallow this whole hotdog in one gulp.

“No way!” Kierstin, who had arrived shortly after the rest of the group, groaned. “I’d love to see you try.”

“But do you bet?,” Mindy challenged from her high ground.

“Sure, 10 bucks.”

“I’ll bet,” Alex snickered.

“Here goes!” Mindy lifted the hotdog above her lips, tilted her head back, and dropped the hotdog down her mouth. It dropped soundlessly through her jaw, presumably to her stomach below.

“Holy shit,” Jess said.

“Jesus christ. Here’s 10 bucks I guess.”

“You earned it,” Kierstin said, handing her a 10 from her purse.

Mindy laughed, and sprung from the bench, bouncing up to join the rest of the group which had made it some way ahead of her. There was a small moment of comfortable silence, most of the group still basking in the afterglow of Mindy’s strange but impressive oral feat.

Mindy’s stomach loudly interjected. It groaned raucously, like an angry beast lurking beneath the depths of some tumultuous sea, and for some reason it gave Fleur chills.

“I bet you 50 bucks I can swallow Fleur in three gulps,” Mindy said without a hint of irony, right behind Fleur’s back. She jumped a little, but only enough that Mindy noticed. Her stomach let out another inhuman growl.

“Are you serious?” Jess said, eying Mindy incredulously.

“Dead serious,” Mindy said calmly, yet to Fleur she sounded like she was oozing with a sinister pleasure, the heat of her presence pulsed off of her in unbearable surges. She was less than a foot behind Fleur but she wanted nothing more in the world for Mindy to be anywhere else, at home alone where she belonged, perhaps.

As they turned the alley way which made a short and direct route past Kierstin’s favorite Otaku shop straight to Fleur’s preferred bookstore, Alex turned to size Mindy up. She laughed dryly. “You bet?” she asked Mindy, extending her hand. Mindy shook it firmly; this was official.

Fleur could feel Mindy getting a little closer, the scent of her cheap perfume reeking of something artificial and saccharine. But suddenly Jess blurted out “I’ll bet too,” her phone nowhere to be found, causing Mindy to momentarily pause.

“Guy’s please, this is weird and I really don’t–”

But Mindy was suddenly upon her, small silky hands grasping Fleur’s shoulders with surprising strength, pulling her body back in Mindy’s direction and squeezing her arms together towards her chest. Fleur felt her spine bend uncomfortably back and that’s when she saw it. The last thing she saw.

Mindy’s wet, eager mouth was opened just a little too wide. Saliva and spittle was oozing from every corner and foamed between every crease. But then it was completely black.

Fleur felt everything up to her chest enveloped in hot, wet, oppressive darkness, and a near orgasmic moan sounded from all around her head. She tried to say anything, but her mouth was enveloped tightly in a wet muffle. An awful surge gripped her even tighter, and all her breath surged out of her as she let out a pathetic whimper. She was now squeezed to her waist, her legs dangling half cocked in the cool air, everything down to her wrists compressed into this tight, gooey tube. Her hands twitched meekly.

With the second gulp her body was pulled deeper still into the abyss, but her head and shoulders had met resistance, folding into something more firm and defined. It clenched around her. It smelled of bile and wet bread and processed meat. The only movement she was now capable of was wiggling her feet at the ankle, one of her flats dangling precariously from her toes.

Suddenly all of her body had crumpled in on her. She was squeezed face down, ass up into a ball. She wobbled and jiggled uncomfortably.

“Hee hee,” sounded Mindy’s voice from… everywhere. With each little giggle the walls around Fleur cinched and loosened. “I told you! 3 gulps!” said the omnipresent voice. Fleur was swaying side to side gently, her knees and head pumping into something firm and sinewy on her left and right. She felt the columns flex and push her away back and forth into the other.

“And you bet I couldn’t! Easy 100 bucks,” quaked Mindy’s voice, “I’d let it slide if you let me keep her…”

Fleur felt small jabs at the back of her skull near the nape of her neck. She tried to cry for help but only managed to moan into the wet flesh caressing her on all sides, her mouth filling with rancid and sour ooze. She tried to spit the goop out, but the fluid was simply overwhelming and propagating fast. From outside a muffled and concerned voice hummed indistinctly. It was Jess out there, in another dimension.

“Oh yeah, she’ll be fine in there, it’s no big deal.” Mindy argued. There was a small pause with some indistinct vocalizations. “Hey I didn’t lie about the hotdog. I didn’t lie about Fleur. 3 gulps! Why would I lie about this?”

The stomach was already working at Fleur hard. It squeezed her tightly, compressing her painfully. It squelched and bubbled. She heard eager gurglings and enthusiastic rumblings all around her. The rippling walls squeezed into every small nook and cranny left to Fleur, and it didn’t slack.

“Maybe we should head back to your guy’ses house though,” Mindy chimed in cutely. “It does look a little weird with my tummy all bloated out like this, doesn’t it?”

Fleur felt herself swing in a half circle in the void, rocking back and forth across Mindy’s thighs. Then, each leg began to pulse, her thigh easily pushing up into Fleur’s shins, and lurching her out of their way. Thuds rose from somewhere below with each movement, and the process repeated for what felt like an eternity. Fleur thought she would puke.

After an unbearable time–5 minutes, 10 minutes, an eternity–of Mindy’s legs thrusting her back and forth across her abdomen, her heart pounding and her breath rasping, Fleur felt gravity rotate all around her. Both Mindy’s legs were pressed firmly against her, and her back felt squeezed and tight along her back towards the opening of the stomach. Mindy’s legs spread a little and she settled downward slightly with a squelch.

The walls pressed down and slid across her ass and lower back, occasionally squeezing one of her buttcheeks firmly. Fleur tried to flinch away but she was sure if she hadn’t managed to move at all.

“Thanks for being so cool everyone, all my old friends acted so weird about this.” She giggled again, each time the stomach closing in ever tighter on Fleur til she felt she could crumple entirely. “Yeah I’ll let her out later tonight, I promise…” Mindy said as the stomach began to broil and convulse, drowning out the rest of Mindy’s dialog. In a few hours she’d be nothing more than a compacted, soft, sagging mass of calories for Mindy’s body to process. Her friends were going to leave her in Mindy’s gut to digest.

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