Things had started out simply enough, your friend had dragged you out for a night on the town, saying that it wasn’t right that a young woman like you had moved to the city more than two weeks ago and hadn’t yet experienced the nightlife. You weren’t even sure where you were going, just following the green curtain of hair before you, as well as trying to keep your eyes from gluing themselves to the bobbing of the ass nearly hidden beneath that curtain of hair, in addition to the rest of the short and curvy frame of the Gardevoir femme. Samantha had an iron-like grip on your hand and she wasn’t letting go; despite that though, she regularly looked back over her shoulder as if to make sure that you hadn’t become disconnected from your arm as she hauled you along. After another few blocks, she stopped in front of a nondescript building in one of the seedier neighborhoods, flashed a wristband at a burly Onyx standing beside the door, and tugged you through the door as he pushed the door open for the two of you.
As the door shut behind you, you noticed a musky smell to the air and the thumping of what could only be loud music pulsing through the floor. You also saw that you were in an entry way of what seemed to be a club or something, but with no sign of the name of the club visible, and you didn’t remember seeing it outside. Sam then shoved you in front of a mirror and started fussing with your clothes, helping to straighten what her manic pace had disheveled. You pushed her hands away and took care of it yourself, her frantic actions only making things worse. Soon enough your crop top shirt and short shorts were back in place, revealing plenty of your svelte Ninetails frame covered with lush golden fur. After finger combing your long tresses – mostly platinum blond but with a forelock of deep red that had never changed from your younger days. After you finished, she gave you the once over again, before taking your hand in her steely grip again and led you towards the inner door. Bursting through, a wave of sound and lights overwhelmed your senses momentarily.
The sounds of the music thumping throughout proved too much for your ears, but your eyes were able to somewhat adjust to the mix of flashing lights and darkness, so you were soon able to see that what looked like a cross between a dance club and a strip bar. A long bar and booths arrayed the walls, surrounding with what looked like a dance floor and some more seating closer to three stages connected to the rear wall. On those stages were several people in various states of undress. The people on the outer stages – a fattened Lopunny with huge jiggling tits and a boyish Leafeon sporting what looked like a kielbasa in a tiny ill-sized thong – both possessed massive stomachs that shifted and wiggled as you watched. As you looked closer, you saw that the masses within those bellies were moving around from within; there was something alive in their stomachs! You were starting to get an idea what Sam had dragged you into, something that you thought was maybe just something overprotective parents told their misbehaving children mixed with some kooky small time cult or something, when you saw what happened on the larger middle stage. A young Pikachu girl – probably no more than sixteen years old – was being chased around by a menacing Feraligatr. The young woman looked so scared when he finally grabbed her. You were about to jump in since no one else was making a move, but Sam grabbed your arm and just told you to watch. And you did, you watched as the little Pikachu suddenly had such a predatory look on her face, so unlike anything you had ever seen before. She broke the guy’s grip and lunged up at his face, and as she did so her mouth stretched impossibly wide, engulfing his entire head and neck. He struggled and batted at her, but to no avail, she was gulping the much larger person down like nothing. Horror – and dare you admit it, more than a little arousal – overcame you as she finished completely consuming her “attacker,” leaving her beached on the stage with a massive writhing stomach that was larger than the rest of her body.
“Did I…is this…?” you couldn’t put together a coherent sentence after seeing that, your mind struggling with the implications.
Sam just gave a laugh and nudged your shoulder, telling you to have fun. With that, she walked off towards the bar, leaving you standing there alone. You weren’t even sure what all happened next, your mind reeling from what you had witnessed, just small fragments, pieces, and sensations. You remembered watching the Pikachu getting dragged to the side of the stage, letting another “performer” take her place. You remembered stumbling up closer to the Pikachu and watching the weakening struggles of the Feraligatr within. Next thing you knew, you were being led through a curtain to the side to the private rooms, or so it seemed to you. Then you were in one of the rooms, as a tall and extremely long Seviper woman slipped her clothes off as alluringly as possible. Following that, you remembered yourself being naked as she caressed and held your body tight. You remembered the fear flooding your body as you saw her fangs flash in the dim light, ready to plunge into your neck and leave you completely helpless. As she lunged though, she was the one surprised when your mouth opened far wider than you had ever thought it could, and her momentum carried her into your throat. Instinct overrode your conscious mind and you slurped her up like a massive fleshy noodle. The feeling of your stomach stretching as more and more of the woman was forced in must have caused you to black out, and then Sam must have found you sometime later. The next flash you remembered involved Sam half carrying, half dragging you along, your stomach swaying and thrashing with the motions of the person within.
And that brought you to now, lying in your bed with a splitting headache and your mind still coming to grips with what you had seen and done. You had to force yourself to keep admitting that you really had swallowed a person whole and seen others doing the same thing. Cracking your eyes open, you saw the bare dome of your belly rising high over the rest of your body. The shape within had softened quite a bit so that it more looked like you had a massive meal or something, rather than swallowed a person whole, but it did nothing to stop your mind from replaying what memories you had of the night before. As your headache slowly cleared, your thoughts eventually turned to how you felt about what you had done.
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