A lovely night out - pt. 1
(cw/unconsentual vore, digestion)
For most of the night, I had an amazing time.
Me and my girlfriend went to a restaurant and sat at the bar together. A few drinks in, and she began to tell me a story from her work. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I was hung on every word. I must've just gotten lost in my thoughts for a moment, just admiring everything I loved about her. I loved how she started giggling uncontrollably when she got to a funny part. I loved how she glanced at me every once in a while like she wanted to make sure I was still listening. And of course I was.
When we left, around 11, it was raining heavily outside. We huddled close as we walked up to our Uber. She swayed a bit as she walked, so I wrapped one arm around her. We got into the back of the sedan and I breathed a sigh of relief. I remember glancing up at the driver, but if anything could've told me the driver's true intentions, I was too out of it to notice.
I think that's why I didn't notice the signs sooner. I didn't pay attention to where we were going. I rested my head against the window, the steady patter of the rain causing me to nearly drift off. When the car parked, it took me a moment to realize we weren't at our apartment. The driver turned around to face us.
"Ready to go?" she asked, a slight smile on her face. I was rubbing one eye, squinting through the rain at the house we were now parked by. Something was wrong.
My girlfriend spoke before I could.
"Um, this isn't the right address." she said, but the girl got out of the car halfway through her words. Not before turning the engine off, I noticed.
"No, no, come out, I'll show you." I heard her muffled voice say as she closed the driverside door. She then opened the passenger door my girlfriend was leaning against.
We both stared at her in silence for a moment. The only sound I heard was the rain, still coming down heavily. The driver didn't seem to care she was being soaked. She stood there watching them, one arm still holding the door.
My girlfriend turned around to look at me, looking just as confused as I was. I didn't know that would be the last time I'd look into her eyes.
She unbuckled her seatbelt first, stepping out of the car.
"I promise you, this isn't-" my girlfriend began to say. She was cut off as the driver grabbed her quickly by the shoulders. By reflex I jerked towards her, forgetting my seatbelt was still buckled. I looked down for only a moment as I fumbled to unbuckle it. That brief time was all it took for it to be too late. I heard my girlfriend scream, the sound muffled. The cause didn't register with me until a few seconds after I whipped my head around. Would anyone believe their eyes at first if they saw their girlfriend's head completely enveloped by a complete stranger's mouth?
Well, I didn't question how it was possible at the time. All I knew was she was being hurt, so I was now fighting for her life.
I screamed her name and lunged towards them, but the door was slammed shut. She shoved my girlfriend against it, stopping me from getting out. I hesitated for just a second in panic. I just desperately wanted time to think, to process what was happening, but there was no time.
I scrambled to the other side. In the time it took me to run around the back of the car, my girlfriend had been swallowed up to her chest. I screamed louder than I ever had before, wrapping my arms around my girlfriends waste. Despite me pulling desperately, my opposer was a lot stronger. She kicked me with strength I wasn't prepared for, causing me to fall backwards. I couldn't make out her expression through the unrelenting rain. I needed to know whh was she doing this. Did we do something wrong? Is she mad at us?
I was naive enough to think.. maybe she'd listen to me.
"PLEASE- LET HER GO!" I cried out. She sat down on me in response, covering my face with one hand. The weight of two people was directly on my chest, and I was struggling to take even a single breath.
I had to watch helplessly as she just kept swallowing her. Like I wasn't even there. The last thing I saw before I passed out was her taking my girlfriend's shoes off.
When I woke up, there was a brief moment where I had forgotten everything that happened. I thought maybe all of it was a dream. But my lungs still strained from an immense weight pinning me down. I opened my eyes, looking up at the roof of a car. It was uncomfortably warm, a vent blowing hot air directly into my face. Whether intentional by my captor or not, this made it even harder to stay awake.
Reality set in quickly enough, and soon it would become impossible to close my eyes. The girl was pinning me down with her stomach. With my girlfriend inside.
"NO! FUCK, NO!" I screamed. I felt like my heart was being torn out of my chest. Why did this happen to us, why not anyone else? Why did I fall asleep in the car?
Remembering that detail made me think it was all my fault.
"You're alive! Great, got worried for a sec there." she said, stretching her arms above her head. Her white tanktop was dry, so it must've been a while. How long, I had no clue. But the girl's stomach wasn't moving.
"Oh, it's been maybe 2 hours." she said as if reading my thoughts.
Long, unending, agonized screams, the kind that made my throat feel raw, tore through me. If I could, I would've kept going forever. The girl pinning me down slammed her hands over my mouth though. I could feel a gurgle pass right against my skin at that same moment.
I could do nothing but stare into her eyes with horror.
"Listen to me." she said calmly, her voice barely a whisper. I thought I could feel her heartbeat, which was racing as fast as mine.
"You wanna save your friend, right?"
Tears streamed down my face.
"If I take my hands away, can you stay quiet? You're not getting out of this, so you might as well listen to me. I can make this better, or I can make it a whole lot worse."
The threat worked, and when she removed her hands, I didn't scream. She rested her hands on my neck.
"S-she's not a friend, she's my girlfriend." I stammered as soon as I had caught my breath. I don't know why I chose to say that, when I should've said anything else. It might have been because I knew nothing else I said would matter.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry." she said, not bothering to fake any sympathy.
"And you want to save her, right?" she continued.
She pressed a hand deeply into her gut, causing the misshapen bulge to thrash in protest. For some reason I felt more horrified by the fact my girlfriend was still alive. I really thought she was gone, so why was I more terrified now?
"Don't hurt her, please, please.." I begged.
"It's a bit too late for that. She's curled in quite an awkward position right now.. cons of swallowing someone head first, you know?" she laughed. "I thought I felt something snap earlier. But it could be nothing important."
That's when I realized the truth. She wasn't going to let her out, and she wasn't going to let me go. She was just taunting me.
I was stuck in an unknown location with her, and nobody was coming to help us. Even if someone did eventually come looking, I only had minutes to save my girlfriend. My panic worsened with every weak kick I felt ripple through her gut.
"You're a fucking monster." I spat at her, putting as much hatred into my words as I could muster. "We didn't do anything to you."
She interrupted me with more laughter, as if she had heard this a million times before. My face flushed, and I struggled to come up with more insults.
"You're so cute." she said, twirling a strand of my hair between her fingers. I tilted my head away from her. "I can see why she likes you. You've got a fiery attitude."
"You don't know anything about us!"
"I know a lot about her." she said, drumming her fingers against the curve of her gut.
"I know what she tastes like." she began to say slowly, leaning closer to me. "I know how she feels inside of me. I know how good she's going to feel when she's pumping through my intestines."
I suppressed the urge to gag, forcing myself to break eye contact. Her voice was almost hypnotizing, it was hard to look away.
"Back to what I was saying though.. you wanna save her right? You never really answered."
She didn't wait for a response. I couldn't give one even if I tried.
"If you do.. you need to do something for me."
"I'd do anything. Please. We'll forget about this." I answered, knowing that was a lie. If I survived this encounter, this would never leave my memory.
"Rub it. Rub my stomach.." she said, scooting backwards so my arms were now free. I curled them towards me, refusing to touch her.
"That's a sick fucking joke." I said, my voice cracking on the last word. "Just kill me already, huh?. Get it over with, cause I'm not gonna plead for my fucking life. You've clearly made up your mind, stop pretending like I have a choice."
It hurt to say, but it was the truth. The least I could do is deny her that satisfaction. I could die with a little dignity.
She sighed, closing her eyes in thought for a moment.
"Alright. If you say so. I was hoping to spend more time with you." she said.
