The Morning After
By El Portero
Story Idea by FrostByte
It was another fine afternoon in Graniteville, a mostly suburban college town not too far from the moderate coast of Wellington. It was a great place to live, and a wonderful town in which to spend four years of college. The Graniteville University of Technology, or GUT as it was known, was home to two thousand of the brightest technical students in the world. This was actually the place where Meatagin was created, which revolutionized the world. It made vore a thing of the past. But perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself here.
You see, this isn't Earth we're talking about here. This is Frazrillia (pronounced "fraz-ree-yee-ah"), a planet on the outskirts of the Traxerkrit Nebula. And Frazrillia is inhabited by various "furmorphs". Human beings would probably call them "furries" collectively, but hey, to each species their own vocabulary.
So, as you can imagine, in an animal-like society, predators had a need to eat something, and that usually meant their coworkers and colleagues. Society progressed slowly as a result. Vore was technically illegal, but with all the evidence digested, it could be hard to prove. That's when Meatagin was invented.
Meatagin is a delicious product made entirely from plant matter that actually tastes better than meat. After its introduction to the consumer market, preds agreed to cease devouring their fellow members of society. An era of great prosperity began.
And this is the era in which we find GUT student Sheila, a tall, beautiful, slender catmorph. Standing at 5'10", she towered over her roommate Janie, a small bunnymorph of only 2'6". Their cohabitation, while perfectly normal in this day and age, was a little beyond the ordinary, as they were passionate lovers.
But even lovers have problems they have to work through. The solving of a problem by two lovers can strengthen their relationship, and sometimes even open up whole new worlds of intimacy. And on that note, I welcome you to Nuunterary 35th, 9268. It was late Saturday morning when....
The phone rang, waking Sheila up. She moaned and rolled over in bed, grabbing the phone.
"Hello?" she said in a deeply groggy voice.
"Sheila, it's me!"
"Janie!" Sheila woke right up at the voice of her lover. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good. I'm coming home tonight. Praxis has been fun, getting to speak Fronus and all, but I can't wait to get home and see you!"
"Me too!"
"Now, you do remember that Ashla and Kylie are coming over tonight, right?"
There was a long pause.
"Sheila, I've told you like twelve times. They are from my Fronus class. They went to Praxis last year and they want to see all my pictures."
"It totally slipped my mind. Are they going to be spending the night?"
"Not unless there's some reason they can't leave."
"Okay. I guess I'll go to the store today and buy some snacks for us all. How does Snykent Chips and Sloosta Sauce sound?"
"Ah, my favorite! I haven't had any in two weeks! Yes, please pick some up. Now, Sheila, the girls will probably be at our place before I get back, and if I know Ashla, she will be way early, so just entertain her until Kylie gets there, and then I'm sure you can put the two girls together and they'll mix just fine."
"Okay, will do."
"I can't wait to see you tonight! Take care and see you soon!"
"You too!"
Sheila hung up the phone and rolled out of bed. She stretched, arching her back, pushing her impressive breasts outward. She rubbed the soft fur of her belly under her nightshirt, feeling some rumblings along her left side. Yesterday's meal was ready to be let out.
Catmorphs have impressive digestive tracts, usually processing even large meals in under eight hours. Last night's late night snack of Instant Meatagin Meal had taken only six. Meatagin is very high in fiber, so it passes through the bowels very quickly. Sheila liked that. As she sat down on the toilet and opened her bowels, she enjoyed how the remains of her meal smoothly and gently slid through and out of her, landing with a soft splash in the bowl below. She wiped, flushed, washed her hands, tore off the rest of her clothes, and jumped in the shower.
It was noon by the time Sheila left the apartment and by then the roads and the stores were an absolute madhouse. It took Sheila over four hours just to pick up the snacks for everyone. But she knew it was worth it for Janie. Janie absolutely loved Snykent Chips and Sloosta Sauce. She'd eat it five times a day if she wasn't concerned about her figure. Not that Sheila would mind. She actually liked it when Janie packed on a few extra pounds, as they tended to go to all her favorite places.
Sheila had just put away the snacks and was going to grab a quick bite to eat when the doorbell rang. She looked at the clock on the wall. 4:30.
It's already four-thirty? Great, I haven't eaten in forever, I'm starving, haven't even changed out of my jogging bra and shorts, and now I have to entertain guests.
As if to agree, her stomach let out a loud, painful growl. She could feel her stomach walls rubbing against each other.
Just remember, you're doing this for Janie. Besides, you never know. You might like these friends of hers.
Sheila opened the front door. She was shocked by what she saw. Not by who, but what. The who was a 2'5" bunnymorph, but the what was an entire box of full liquor bottles. Sheila wasn't much of a drinker and she'd never seen so much alcohol in her life.
"Hi! You must be Sheila. I'm Ashla. Hope I'm not too early."
"No, no, that's fine. Come on in."
Ashla walked into the apartment and turned left into the living room. She set the box of alcohol on the table in front of the couch.
"Ashla, it's a pleasure to meet you. Why don't you have a seat on the couch?"
"Oh, thank you."
Sheila sat down on the opposite end of the couch.
"Wow, that's a lot of alcohol you've got there."
"Well, you can never have too much, now can you?"
"Well, actually, I'm not much of a drinker."
Now it was Ashla's turn to be shocked. "You must be kidding! How could you not enjoy the taste of Smurmleberry Slicker?!"
"Actually, I've never had Smurmleberry Slicker."
"Oh, girl, then you've never lived! You've got to try some!"
"No, that's okay."
"But I insist!" Ashla proceeded to pop the top off a bottle and hand it to Sheila.
Sheila politely refused. "No, thank you."
"Seriously, I'm going to be insulted if you don't at least try it."
Well, shit. I don't want to upset her. I guess I'm just going to have to try it.
"Well, okay. I'll try a sip of it."
"That a girl!"
Sheila took the bottle from Ashla. She paused a moment, and then took a gulp of the crystal-blue liquid. She felt it slide down her throat, cool and smooth. It leaked into the folds of her stomach, which growled wetly with the introduction of the alcohol. Almost immediately her body began absorbing it.
"Wow, that's actually pretty good." Sheila took another swig.
"See, I told you." Ashla swallowed several gulps of her drink.
Sheila finished hers and put the bottle down. One was certainly going to be enough for her. She could already feel the buzz beginning to take hold.
"Here, have another." Ashla held out another open bottle.
"No, one is good enough for me."
"Please, don't insult me. Just take the bottle."
Again, not wanting to upset Janie's friend, Sheila took the bottle. As she drank it, she enjoyed the warm sensation in her stomach.
"Mmmm, that's good, but I'm done."
"What do you mean you're done? We've each only had two bottles. Please, you gotta have some more."
Reluctantly, Sheila took the bottle.
Things continued in this manner for almost an hour, until both were extremely drunk.
BRAAAAP!! Sheila let out a huge belch and patted her belly. "Wow, I can feel all that liquid sloshing inside me." Sheila shook her belly back and forth.
"Let me hear!" Ashla crawled across the couch, putting yet another bottle in Sheila's hand. "You drink this; I want to hear it sloshing in your belly."
Too buzzed to really have a grasp of things, Sheila took the bottle as Ashla laid her head against her bare belly. She began chugging. Ashla could hear each swallow splash into the sea of liquor in Shelia's stomach. She shook Shelia's slightly distended belly violently back and forth. She was greeted with loud sloshing and gurgling noises from within.
"Wow, you can hold quite a bit in there."
"Yeah, Janie tells me I've got a good appetite."
"Oh yeah? How much can you eat?"
"I dunno, but more than you might think."
And that's the point when alcohol really began to inhibit all judgement. For both parties.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Ashla blurted out, "Think you could eat me?"
"What?!"
"I mean, poor, helpless, defenseless, little-ol' me. Think you could fit me in that belly of yours?"
"Oh, I dunno. I guess that would depend."
"Depend on what?"
"How hungry I was."
"And I bet you're just starving right? So hungry you just want to hunt me down and pin me with your big, powerful body and have your way with me."
Sheila grinned and rubbed her belly. "Actually, I am pretty hungry." She could already feel the liquid inside her disappearing into her intestines.
"Well, then why don't you come and eat me up, kitty?!" Ashla stood up and pretended to look frightened.
"So you want me to pounce on you like this?" Sheila jumped up from the couch and pushed Ashla back onto it with her arms.
"Oh yeah, you know I'm scared. Please don't eat me, kitty!"
"You know you want me to. You want me to eat you up, swallow you whole, digest you in my big belly until you're nothing but mush, don't you?"
Ashla's face lit up with joy. She loved role-playing like this. "Yes, please! I want to swim in your digestive juices and be the food that gurgles through your belly!"
Suddenly, with her better judgment completely and utterly impaired by all the alcohol, there arose something in Sheila that had never seen the light of day before: instinct. The feeling of her body completely pinning down the bunnymorph and the churning of her stomach brought forth the long-buried instinct to consume actual prey.
Poor Ashla couldn't possibly know the voracious spark in Sheila's eyes was very real and as raging as rampant wildfire. Ashla giggled in delight of their little game.
Sheila took action.
She took Ashla's head firmly in her hands, the motion too quick for the drunk bunnymorph to register. Sheila's jaws opened wide, the muscles and skin stretching as they had been designed by millions of years of evolution to do. Ashla had but time to blink as she saw Sheila's tongue stretch out and her throat widen.
Only then did Ashla become concerned.
"Sheila! What are yo...."
The rest of Ashla's sentence was muffled by Sheila's slick tongue pressing against her face as her jaws consumed her entire head.
Sheila, completely blind to her actions on one level, was in ecstasy on another. Meat! her instinct cried out. Actual, honest to Snark, meat! This repressed level of her being relished the taste of the bunnymorph.
Ashla, now all too aware of her predicament, was fighting with everything she had. But even sober she would have been no match for the powerful catmorph. Sheila pushed her deeper into her mouth, Ashla's head now entering her throat, stretching the gullet wide. Sheila's stomach began pumping out alcohol into the small intestine in preparation for the incoming meal. It made loud gurgling noises and caused her upper intestine to squirm.
It was quite a sight to behold, a catmorph swallowing a bunnymorph whole. The bulge in Sheila's throat was massive as she took her first hard swallows.
Sheila pinned Ashla's arms to her sides, allowing her a better grip on the squirming prey as the shoulders slid past her lips. Her clothes were presenting somewhat of a problem, as evolution had designed the swallowing process to be done on bare and slick fur. But there was no problem that some muscle couldn't solve.
Sheila pushed Ashla into her mouth with all her strength, the soft lumps of breast forcing her throat wider. But now the esophageal muscles had a firm hold on Ashla's wriggling body, and they began to pull her down, deeper into Sheila's body. The quickness with which the ingestion process was happening did not help in Ashla's screaming attempts to snap Sheila out of her trance. Soon her head entered the stomach, and the sounds of her screams echoing off the digestive chamber walls deafened her own ears. There was no use.
She could smell the reek of alcohol that had been the stomach's previous occupant. Her face pressed into the gastric wall, its slimy coating repulsive to her. She screamed even louder.
But Sheila heard nothing; she was too focused on consuming her first prey. The rump came and went, and she was left with cramming the legs into and down her throat. Her stomach swelled as it accepted more and more of the bunnymorph. The stomach walls stretched, the deep folds of its lining expanding to allow the large meal to fit inside.
Before she knew it, Sheila was pushing Ashla's toes past her lips, finishing her meal with a large and forceful gulp. Ashla was now completely inside Sheila's enormous stomach.
Ashla kicked and screamed and punched with all her might, but things were so tight that she could hardly move. Sheila slumped onto the couch, her engorged gut weighing her down. She rubbed her belly and let out an enormous belch, forcing out any available air in her stomach. The struggling in her stomach soon stopped, and digestion began. She thought about how thankful she was that she had worn a jogging bra and shorts to run her errands, as it was less restrictive on her now enormous stomach. But then her thoughts moved back out of her primitive animal brain. Higher and higher....
And then realization set in.
"Oh, my Snark! What have I done?" She looked down at her bulging gut with great concern. "Oh, no, Ashla! I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! I'll get you ou—OUCH!" Her stomach cramped hard, the digestive process within already underway.
"Ashla!" she cried through the pain. "I'll get you out of there!" Again her stomach cramped hard, already having trouble with the bunnymorph's clothes. More and more digestive juices flowed into the gastric chamber, assisting in the digestive process. The stomach churned harder and harder, causing Sheila more and more pain. She was in a complete state of panic when suddenly the doorbell rang.
Oh, Snark! That must be her friend. Oh, no! What am I going to do? She looked around. I have to hide the alcohol!
She struggled to move around with her huge stomach weighing her down. She threw the empty bottles and their caps back into the large box and shoved everything into the bedroom and shut the door. She tried to catch her breath, to form some semblance of a plan in her inebriated head. A certain hair-brained scheme came to mind as she opened the door.
There stood Kylie, quite impatient from having had to ring the bell so many times. Sheila looked around the edge of the door, trying to hide her stomach from direct view.
"Ah, you must be Ky—Kylie," she said, trying to fight back the pain of chronic indigestion brewing in her belly.
"Yes, and you must be Sheila," she replied as she came in through the door. "I was beginning to think no one was home, until you finally answ—My goodness, what happened to your stomach?!"
Time for the hair-brained scheme.
"Oh, um, Janie didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Mentally crossing her fingers, she gave her best bold-faced lie.
"I'm training for a marathon, and I have to eat massive quantities of food in order to keep up my caloric intake. That's why I'm in my jogging clothes." Another reason to be thankful for today's choice of attire.
"Ah, I see. I might have guessed you were pregnant from the size of your belly there."
"Oh, yeah, I, uh, get that a lot." She tried desperately to keep her nervousness at bay. "Um, why don't we sit down on the couch and wait for your friend to arrive." Sheila shut the door and winced as another sharp pain and loud gurgle sliced through her aching abdomen.
As they walked to the couch, Kylie let her surprise be known.
"Are you saying Ashla isn't here yet?"
A loud grumble erupted from Sheila's stomach.
"No," Sheila replied as they both sat down. She was having to move rather gingerly with her newly-acquired girth.
Another loud rumble.
"That's funny. Ashla is always early. That girl considers being on time as good as being tardy. It's incredible, really, considering the amount of alcohol she usually consumes."
Several loud grumbles and a high-pitched squeal. Sheila shifted on the couch, hoping a different sitting position would quiet her stomach somehow.
"I don't know. Perhaps she got held up in traffic?"
"Could be."
A painful cramp caused Sheila to visibly wince as a cacophony of loud churning gurgles erupted from her upset stomach.
Kylie eyed Sheila with a strange glance.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Sheila replied, trying to hide the pain. "Just, you know, my meal isn't apparently agreeing with me."
"What did you have?"
Sheila began to sweat a little. Being seated at the scene of her crime didn't help matters.
"Oh, you know. Just the usual Instant Meatagin Meals."
"Meatagin is designed to be easily digested by all stomachs. Why would it be upsetting yours?"
"I...uh...I...don't know. It just isn't this time."
"Let me have a listen. I took some medicine classes, maybe I can help."
Kylie shifted closer to Sheila and leaned towards her.
"Oh, no, that's okay. I'm sure it'll be just fi—"
"Is that Smurmleberry Slicker that I smell?"
"Huh?" Sheila quietly gasped, her nervousness through the roof at this point.
"On your breath. I smell Smurmleberry Slicker."
"Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, I had a little bit before you came. Maybe that's why my stomach is so upset."
"Except that Meatagin digests just fine in the presence of alcohol." A pause. "And Smurmleberry Slicker is Ashla's favorite drink."
A deep grumbling tore through Sheila's gut, causing her to double over in pain.
Kylie jumped back and off the couch. "What's going on here?!"
"Nothing! I swear! Nothing! It's just...there was this...and I...and then...."
"Oh, my Snark! You ate her! You ate her, didn't you?!"
Sheila stood up from the couch. Her balance wasn't the greatest, but she still managed. "No, I just—"
"No! You stay away from me! I'm calling the police!"
"No! Please! It was an accident! I swear! Please don't call the police!"
"I said stay away from me!" Another loud rumbling from Sheila's belly. "I don't want to end up like my friend...that you murdered!"
"No! I swear it was just an accident!"
Panic coursed through Sheila's veins. It mixed with alcohol and concocted an unholy idea that grabbed firmly at the primitive stem of her brain.
Hair of the dog...or rabbit, as it were.
Sheila lunged with a quickness that was surprising for both her size and her remaining stupor, but her adrenaline was pumping full force. She cleared the distance to Kylie before the bunny morph could react. They both flew backward onto the ground. Sheila's stomach slammed Kylie to the floor, the weight of her digesting friend knocking the wind out of her. Waves of pain shot through Sheila's stomach as its contents were pressed sharply.
The same buried instinct that had gotten her into this mess took over once more. Kylie cried out a wordless scream as she saw the gaping maw descend upon her. It engulfed her in a single, swift motion. Sheila had no problems getting Kylie's head and shoulders into her throat, as she was of slightly smaller frame than Ashla. Soon the peristaltic action of her esophagus kicked in, pulling Kylie deeper and deeper. All was well...until she reached the opening to the stomach.
Sheila's stomach was packed full of partially digested bunnymorph, and its contents were under high pressure. Sheila's esophagus pushed as hard as it could, forcing Kylie's head into the churning mass. Realization screamed in Kylie's brain, knowing she was being forced into the digesting remains of her friend. But with no air to speak of in the stomach, her lungs called to attention other biological concerns. She writhed with disgust and a need to escape. But by this point Sheila was shoving the bunnymorph down her throat, forcing her deeper into the already engorged stomach.
More and more of Kylie's body disappeared between Sheila's lips. Pain shot like lighting from and through her stomach. By the time she pushed the last of Kylie into her mouth and taken huge gulps to force her the rest of the way, it was unbearable. The ingestion complete, she collapsed onto the floor. Her bare stomach jutted upwards, a gluttonous mountain of bunnymorph and pain. Sheila could see the digestive processes within through the soft fur of her abdomen as her stomach tried to begin digesting the still twitching new arrival through the thick digestive soup of its first occupant.
Sheila panted and panted, unable to catch her breath. So much energy was going to digesting and metabolizing everything and everyone that she had consumed. Her heart raced, although the adrenaline was wearing off. She began to panic.
What was Janie going to do when she came home? Sheila could never eat her lover. And even if she wanted to, there was no more room in her stomach; her belly was already over maximum capacity.
A wave of helplessness came over Sheila. She looked down at her quaking and aching gut.
"Ashla, Kylie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want to drink the alcohol, but you made me. And then threatening to call the police.... I...I just panicked. I didn't know what else to do. I had no other choice. I'm so sorry."
The only response was a loud grumbling as a large bulk of food shifted within her stomach. She moaned and grimaced, the oversized meal too much for her unprepared system. Her belly was stretched taunt, like a too-tightly wound drum head. Each powerful and painful contraction of the gastric muscles made her entire gut shake. This was indigestion on a level Sheila had never before imagined possible....
Sheila remained in a stupor, unaware of how much time had passed when she heard the door open. "Sheila! I'm home!"
Janie's voice barely registered within Sheila's brain through all the gastric turmoil she was enduring. She moaned in response. "Janie...?" barely escaped her lips.
Janie dropped her luggage in the entryway and came around the corner. "Sheila, I'm so glad to see y—Oh, my Snark! What's wrong?!" Janie rushed to the side of her fallen lover, concern and panic flooding her mind.
Sheila opened her eyes and looked up at Janie. A thin smile came across her lips. "Hey, Love. I missed you." Her stomach rumbled loudly and she winced, wiping the smile from her face.
"Sheila, what happened? What's wrong with your stomach? It's enormous!"
Sheila just moaned in response.
"Hon, you've got to tell me what you ate; it might be poisonous!"
Another loud grumbling from Sheila's belly.
"N—no. It's fine. It's not poison. I'll be fine." She winced as another painful contraction compressed the contents of her aching gut.
Relieved that it was probably nothing more than another case of Sheila biting off more than she could chew, Janie let out a sigh. Yet she was still curious.
"So, Sheila, what was it this time?"
Sheila didn't respond.
"Well, whatever it is, some medicine will probably help. I'll get some from the cabinet."
Janie got up from her knees and went to the bathroom to find some indigestion relief medicine. Sheila could eat quite a bit, and sometimes she ate too much of something her poor stomach just couldn't handle. Although, judging from the size of her lover's gut, this was certainly the most she'd ever eaten.
Janie couldn't find the medicine in the cabinet. That's when she remembered that Sheila had brought it into the bedroom one night before she had left for Praxis. She probably left it in the night stand drawer. Janie closed the medicine cabinet and walked down the hall to the bedroom. She opened the door and turned on the lights.
She was taken aback by what she saw. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large box filled with empty bottles of Smurmleberry Slicker. When she had come in and not seen Ashla and Kylie, she figured they had gotten stuck in cross-town traffic or something. While uncustomary for the girls, it was possible. But all this alcohol.... Ashla had surely been here. Why did the girls leave? Was it because Sheila got sick? Janie opened the drawer on Sheila's side of the bed and took out the bottle of pink liquid. She went back to the kitchen to find Sheila clutching her belly, obviously in great pain.
Janie knelt next to Sheila, popped off the top of the medicine bottle and measured out the proper dose. Then she took another look at her enormous stomach and poured the medicine back in the bottle. "Here, Sheila, chug this," Janie said as she held the entire bottle up to her lover's mouth. Sheila barely had the energy to lift her head up from the floor and mold her lips around the bottle's opening. Janie tipped it back and the thick liquid poured down Sheila's throat. It made its way down her esophagus, and was finally forced into her actively churning stomach. The viscous, pink medicine began to mix with the digesting meal, but there was too much food in the stomach for it to really take effect. Indigestion continued to send out painful and loud rumblings from the overburdened gastric chamber.
As Janie poured the medicine into Sheila, she smelled something. As she took the bottle away from Sheila's mouth, she took another whiff. Smurmleberry Slicker? But Sheila never drinks. Ever.
"Sheila, did you get sick drinking with the girls?"
"Uh...yeah, sort of," Sheila let out between grimaces.
"I can't believe they got you all liquored up and then left when you got sick! I mean, look at you! You're miserable! What the heck did you eat so much of that the alcohol didn't mix with?"
Silence, except for the digestive rumblings emanating from Sheila's girth.
"What was it, Honey? Whatever it is, I won't be mad if you emptied out the cabinets. Not this time. You know that I'm not crazy when you go on a binge, but seriously! This is just nuts! Why, your stomach is enormous! You could probably fit two of me in there!"
More silence, filled with a litany of indigestive gurgles.
Suddenly a picture started forming in her mind. All the alcohol, the girls not being there, Sheila's enormous stomach.
"Oh, no. Sheila, you didn't."
Sheila turned her head and faced Janie. Their eyes locked. Tears started to form in Sheila's eyes.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I swear!"
A large gas bubble that had been forming in Sheila's stomach slid between her gastric wall and all the food digesting inside. It started to escape in small pockets.
BUUUURP!
"Ashla came over, and she made me—HICC!—drink. I didn't want to, but she forced me! I got drunk, and she started saying all these things, daring me to eat her, and I—BUURP!—lost control and before I knew it I had eaten her. And then Kylie came over and she threatened to call the police and I—HICCC!—panicked and I ate her, too. I didn't mean to! I just was so drunk, and I...and I...I—BUUUUUUUURP!"
Sheila began to sob. The pain in her stomach and in her heart was just too much.
Janie was trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Maybe there was a chance to make this all okay. She hated seeing her lover in such duress.
"Maybe...maybe we can still get them out. Go to a hospital and explain the accident. Maybe they are still okay in there!"
Janie began feeling, prodding, and poking Sheila's stomach, searching for signs of life within. But her hands failed to find the forms of the two bunnymorphs; she felt only the sloshy mush of a well-digested meal. She should have known better than to have hope. She'd seen Sheila digest Franlkesburn Day dinner in merely a couple hours. There was no hope for Ashla and Kylie; they were long gone.
Janie sighed. "I...I guess it's too late for that. We'll just have to let nature take its course."
"I'm so sorry, Janie. I never wanted to hurt your friends. Or you."
"You've done me no harm, Sheila. It's not like that's me in your belly right now. Besides, all things considered, Ashla and Kylie were really just classmates; it's not like they were close friends of mine or anything. And no one else knew they were coming over."
"You...you mean...you're not mad at me?"
Janie smiled. "Oh, Sheila, I doubt I could ever really get mad at you. When, in our entire relationship, have we ever gotten into a big fight?"
"Well, not really ever, I guess."
"And we're not about to start now. I love you too much."
"I...I love you, too."
"And because of that, we'll get through this together."
Another loud gurgle from Sheila's stomach.
Janie smirked. "Besides, that big belly you've got there is kind of turning me on."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just like the time we first met in the school cafeteria."
Sheila chuckled. "I remember. I'd just eaten like five pounds of Mighty Meatagin Massi-whiches!"
"And the smile on your face just captured my heart. That, and your cute little potbelly."
"Really? You never told me that."
"Well, I'm telling you now. And I'm telling you I've missed you for two weeks, and I'm feelin' really frisky about now. What do you say we go into the bedroom and mess around a little?"
In spite of her aching stomach, Sheila couldn't help but oblige her lover. Not after an affirmation of her love like that! She smiled and tried to get up, and Janie helped her. She helped her sluggish partner into the bedroom, where she plopped down on the bed. Her stomach let out a loud grumble as it sloshed with the impact.
A foxy smile on her face, Janie slipped out of her clothes, doing a sexy strip for Sheila. She unbuttoned the waist of her pants, slowly undid the zipper, slid them off one leg at a time. Oh, how Sheila loved it when Janie ran around in nothing but a shirt and panties. Slowly she unbuttoned each button, top to bottom. The shirt dropped to the floor. Janie's voluptuous curves were hugged by her lacy, dark blue lingerie. She reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, and then shook the undergarment off. Her large breasts dangled and jostled as she slid down her panties to the floor.
"Well, now. It seems that I'm all ready. How about I help you out of your clothes?"
Janie crawled slowly across the bed toward Sheila's reclined form. She grabbed the straps of her jogging bra and slid it off over Sheila's head. She took in for a moment how her lovely breasts jostled as they found freedom. She ran her hands over them, and then over the quivering mound of digestion that was Sheila's gut. She could not deny how much it turned her on, even knowing that it was her classmates digesting within. She wanted her lover...badly.
Her hormones reaching a fever pitch, she practically tore Sheila's jogging shorts and panties off of her.
"I want you, Sheila. I want you so badly."
Sheila rolled over onto her side, facing her now reclining partner. Her gut plopped down against the bed. Through the pain, she smiled. "And you shall have me." Employing all the energy she had, Sheila got up on her hands and knees. She bent down and kissed Janie. "And if it's my belly you love, it's my belly you shall have."
Sheila crawled down toward Janie's groin. She positioned herself over her lover, her massive gut hanging below her. She bent her head down and began to gently lick the small nub between Janie's open legs. Janie moaned with pleasure. Sheila's belly continued to groan and rumble as it rested upon Janie's chest. Janie looked up and saw her lover's labial folds and the chocolate starfish just beyond. A wave of pleasure flowed from Janie's groin. Her head pulled back in ecstasy, Sheila's tongue working magic on her clitoris. She reached up and rubbed the sides of Sheila's massive belly, felt the food moving about inside of it. Its contents sloshed loudly as the two lovers jostled in bed.
Sheila's tongue moved more and more rapidly. She felt Janie squirming beneath her. Her lover was almost there. She circled the clitoris with her tongue, ignoring the loud protests her stomach was giving her over all this activity. Faster and faster she went; harder and harder she pushed. Janie began to buck beneath her and then, with one final convulsion, she fell flat against the bed, panting. Sheila carefully maneuvered herself off of Janie and fell exhausted beside her.
"Oh...my...Snark...Sheila," she said between breathes. "That...that was amazing!"
Sheila smiled. "I'm glad I can make you happy." A momentary pause as her smile grew wider. "I love you, Janie."
"I love you, too, Sheila."
They kissed a passionate kiss.
Sheila beamed with love. "You know you've found your true love when you'd swear you've done the most horrible thing ever, and yet they will still love you the morning after."
"Of course I will, Sweetie. Of course I will." Janie gave Sheila a peck on the cheek. "Now, we've both had a long day. Let's turn out the lights and get some sleep. It'll be nice to snuggle with you again after being without you for so long."
Sheila turned off the lamp on her side of the bed, and Janie did the same. Janie spooned against Sheila's back and put her arm around her, resting her hand on her engorged belly. Loud rumbles continued to emanate from the busy digestive organ within.
Both Sheila and Janie quickly fell asleep, blissfully exhausted from their session together.
Inside of Sheila's gut, war was being waged. Her stomach had never had to digest real meat, and so it was having a difficult time processing this latest meal. Sure, the powerful gastric juices and stomach walls had successfully broken down the bodies of the two bunnymorphs, but they weren't breaking down quickly into the right proteins. And so the stomach kept churning about the massive amounts of partially digested meat, refusing to let them pass until they were properly broken down. The fact that undigested clothes were floating about the digestive mixture certainly didn't help matters. It took hours upon hours of hard work, but finally the correct chemical composition was reached. And so the pyloric valve opened and the stomach began pumping its contents through the duodenum.
Which was all fine and dandy...until it came to the matter of having to pass those clothes along with the digested remains of their former wearers.
Sheila grimaced in her sleep. She began to toss and turn. Had either she or Janie not been such deep sleepers, one of them would have surely woken up. Loud squeals pierced the night, originating from Sheila's still enlarged gut, but they didn't wake anyone. Instead, the acute case of indigestion manifested itself in horrific nightmares, torturing Sheila in her sleep. But she never woke up.
It took all night, but Sheila's powerful small intestine eventually managed to begin pushing undigested food into the colon. It had been a difficult job, with the clothing wadding up and clogging the tight coils of the upper bowel. Pressure would build behind the clog and swell the tubing of the intestine, causing a great deal of pain. Eventually the pressure would build to the point that the wad of fabric would be rocketed further down the intestine until it got stuck again. Over and over this happened, all night. It interfered with the normal digestive process, and as a result, less food was absorbed by the small intestine. The end result: An abnormally high percentage of the original meal survived the trip into the large intestine. And given the already enormous size of the original meal, that was an incredible amount of waste that needed to be gotten rid of.
Undigested sludge began to fill the ascending colon. Sheila's body absorbed the excess water, thickening the waste in the bowel. Slowly it moved across her belly, and then down the other side. The colon filled completely with the remains of the two bunnymorphs, and the beginning of this enormous mass moved into Sheila's rectum. Her entire large bowel was completely filled with undigested food, even though there was still more being pushed in from the small intestine. Pressure began to build....
Sheila startled awake, her subconscious mind raising an alarm. It was morning now, but that wasn't what had woken her. She felt the urgency of a bowel movement banging on her back door, begging to be let out. She clenched her asshole as tight as she could and waddled out of bed. The additional force of gravity only increased the weight of the undigested matter bulging her rectum. Given this newly heightened level of anal alert, she forwent the adorning of a bathrobe and instead rushed out the bedroom door nude, running down the hallway to the bathroom. Loud, wet gurgling noises escaped her belly as it sloshed in front of her running body. She barely had time to reach the bathroom, turn on the light and fan, close the door, raise the lid, and sit down before her anal sphincter gave way to the enormous pressures building behind it. It stretched wide as the remains of her earlier meal forced their way out, the walls of her colon cramping heavily as they tried to deal with the large load.
Sheila groaned and clenched her teeth as she pushed out pound after pound of undigested food. Some sections came out more smoothly than others, but the toughest were the large wads of clothes. Her anal sphincter would strain to the point of pain as it tried to accommodate those wider and rougher parts, after which some gas would escape with a loud PHFFFT! and the tube of waste would split apart. At a certain point she stopped straining, breaking into a pant. She moaned and tried to catch her breath, her insides still hurting a great deal. Sheila took the opportunity to flush the toilet, before it filled to the point of clogging. Although it managed to discard the impressive mountain of digestive remains, it barely was able to do so. Sheila said a silent prayer of thanks that the school had installed such absurdly powerful toilets to keep down maintenance costs.
Noisy gurgles came from all parts of Sheila's colon as gas bubbles shifted about, gaps were filled, and additional sludge was pumped in from the small intestine. Sheila rubbed her still aching gut, hoping to help things move along, the bowels within still sore and cramping. She could feel the advancement of the next wave of shit heading for her anus as it stretched the muscular tube on its downward march. It filled her rectum, and once again forced its way out of her body.
Sheila closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she pushed with all her might. She was aided by the fact that not as much water had been absorbed in this later section of waste, so the bowel movement was getting softer, less strenuous to release. But it was also getting more and more gassy. The stool began to plop out of her rectum in large chunks, releasing squirts of gas with each passing. Sheila was glad her lover was still asleep, as she would have been quite embarrassed if Janie were to hear this.
Panting with even more shallow breaths, Sheila flushed the toilet a second time. But she knew this wasn't over. Not yet. There was still a sharp, cramping pain in her right side, and a lot of gurgling coming from inside her. Finally, at long last, her small intestine had pushed everything into the colon. The twenty-foot-long organ breathed its own version of a sigh of relief, its entire length still throbbing with a dull, aching pain.
Although the barrage of digestive waste had ceased for the moment, Sheila knew better than to leave the bathroom. Her bowels had lured her into a false sense of security before, but she knew better this time. Besides, her belly hurt way too much still; she needed a moment to gather herself.
Her moment of reflection was short-lived, as her colon decided it wanted rid of everything. Immediately. Sheila doubled over in pain as her bowel cramped hard, shoving its semi-liquid contents forward. The cramps were erratic, the large intestine still pushing lingering wads of clothes through its length. Sheila let out a cry of pain as the cramps increased in frequency and intensity. She could feel the last remnants of her illicit meal forcing their way down toward her awaiting anus. She braced for the impact, tried to relax her anal sphincter as much as she could.
It would do her no good.
The mostly liquid slurry sputtered out of her body, burning as it exited, the wads of clothing rocketing out of her ass and splashing like meteorites into the ceramic bowl below. Her whole body shook; her bowels quivered inside. She screamed in agony as the two bunnymorphs unleashed their last barrage of revenge upon the catmorph.
And then, finally, her gut was empty.
Sheila collapsed into her bare lap, arms dangling next to her legs. The last bits of gas escaped her uncaring anus, which made no attempts to hold anything back. Her insides ached with such fury that it was as if she'd swallowed the very fires of hell. She took in deep, panting breaths, trying to suck some energy back into her body, for she felt as if she had none left. Eventually she amassed enough strength to wipe and flush the toilet.
She got up onto wobbly knees and washed her hands, barely recognizing the wreck she saw staring back at her in the mirror. She turned off the water, left the light and fan on to deal with the nauseating smell, and closed the door behind her. She slowly padded down the hall, back to the bedroom. She collapsed in bed, completely, thoroughly, and utterly exhausted. She laid down on her back and gently rubbed her aching gut.
In her sleep, Janie rolled over and snuggled next to Sheila, putting her arm across her bare breasts. Sheila looked over at her lover and smiled. She thought about how much she loved her, how lucky she was to have her.
And she thought about how never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, was she going to have a single drop of alcohol again.
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