The layers of flesh, blood and fat separating Claire from the outside world muffled her scream of anguish, but it was still loud enough to reach the ears of the girl who had consumed her. With the void inside her filled and the fire in her loins beginning to fade, Lydia started to slowly regain her ability reason. Claire’s cry brought back Lydia’s faculties right away, leaving the girl dazed and confused.

“What happened,” Lydia groaned as she woke from her dream like state. She felt heavy and bloated, it only took her a second to realize why. Dumbly she looked down at the low hanging blob that her stomach had become. When she noticed the human shape of her stomach everything returned to her. She remembered everything that had happened, every feeling, every sensation and every moment of unbridled freedom. Slowly an evil grin spread across Lydia’s pale face.

“I ate Claire,” Lydia said to herself. She found it hard to believe, even though the evidence was right in front of her, but it was true. She had eaten the bratty girl. No regret could be found in Lydia’s mind as she moved her hand against her bouncy gut. She hated Claire and found it wickedly ironic that she would end up giving Lydia the most intense pleasure of her life. The tastes and feel of skin traveling past her lips to her stomach had blown Lydia’s mind. The pleasure she got from eating her rival like a piece of meat was beyond anything she had ever felt. She didn’t regret what she did now that her mind was back. If she could change anything, it would have been doing it slower and really tease the bleach blond slut as she headed downwards.

“Help me,” Claire whimpered inside her merciless captor. The hot, slippery flesh around her was starting to grow warmer and the level of stick liquid was rising. Even in her terror, small shivers of delight ran down her spine as her naked flesh mashed against the tender insides of the belly. However, her fear of what was happening put all thoughts of sex out of Claire’s mind. Even if this strange, hot environment was turning her on, she still wanted out, which sadly wasn’t likely to happen as long as Lydia was in charge. She liked having Claire inside her and had no plans what so ever from doing anything else, but enjoying her brief meal before it was gone.

“What’s wrong Clair, not having fun?” Lydia teased as she moved her hands over her belly. She was starting to get turned on again and wanted to play with her captive. The mental side of her game was turning her on as much as the feeling of her belly being full of smutty brat. “You seemed to be having so much fun when you came in my mouth. Did you like creaming inside my mouth as I swallowed you up? Do you only want out so you can have me go down on you again?”

“I’m not a lesbo, you freak!” Claire cried out, her face growing red from embarrassment and her own arousal. She wasn’t gay, or at least, she thought she wasn’t. Everything was so confusing and it was hard to think with flesh pulsating around her. Curling up tightly, Claire tried to ignore Lydia’s cruel voice as it vibrated around her from all sides.

“I think you do like girls and not only that, I think you’re a slut. Why can’t you admit you’re a slut Claire, it would make things much more easy.” As Lydia spoke, her right hand glided across her body, moving hunger her hanging gut to touch her sensitive, wet sex. Her meal had turned her on, but it hadn’t given her the climax she wanted. Lydia was going to change that, but she had to hurry, she wanted this done before her meal was done.

“Don’t say that, I’m not a slut!” Claire’s refusal to admit the truth brought a wicked, lustful smile to Lydia’s face. She felt like a cat, who had already swallowed a mouse, but was not yet done playing with it. Her fingers trailed over her pussy, not pushing in, but only teasing herself. Licking her dry lips, Lydia calmly spoke to Claire from her haze of lust.

“If you admit you’re a slut, I’ll let you go, I promise,” Lydia lied with a sweet voice. Her other hand started the gentle task of toying with her nipple, not so hard as to cause her to start moaning, just hard enough to get the flesh to start to harden. She knew Claire was thinking inside her with the tiny portion of her brain not focused on shopping and being a bitch, trying to decide what to do. Lydia could picture Claire’s miserable face as she whispered the words.

“I’m a slut.”

“What did you say, I couldn’t hear you?” Lydia giggled as she slid her middle finger inside her pussy. She lightly stirred her insides, feeling her body warm up at the small insertion. She could feel every ridge and callous on her finger as it began to move inside her. That first finger soon proved to be insufficient, and was rapidly joined by another. Her right hand continued to thrust in and out of her body as her left hand squeezed her breast. The passion didn’t really start until Clair spoke again, this time much louder.

“I’m a slut!”

Biting her lip to prevent a squeal, Lydia’s fingers pounded into her, making loud wet sounds as she pushed in. Lydia took her left hand away form her breasts and added it to her right. Harder and harder she used it to simulate her opening as The waves of pleasure were now coming at her so fast she fell to her knees. Needing more pleasure, her left hand took her clit between two fingers and began to rub furiously. Panting loudly, she commanded her meal to speak up.

“Louder if you want to be free!” Lydia gasped out as the puddle between her legs grew. Her body, her pussy, her clit became the center of her universe, except for one other thing, the loud, shrills voice of Clair from inside her.

“I’M A SLUT!”

Lydia moaned loudly, spreading her legs further apart so she could reach deeper into herself. Her fingers kept pumping in and out of her as her other fingers pinched her clit tightly. Her tongue hung limply from her lips as she panted loudly, her mind lost to the pleasure mounting inside her. She was only there, all she needed was one huge push to give her final satisfaction.

“I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT! I’M A…”

Clair lost consciousness at that moment. All her screaming had wasted all the air and she passed out. As if her body sensed it’s meal succumb to it’s power, Lydia’s own orgasm exploded out of nowhere. When it arrived, Lydia’s muscles clenched down around her fingers. Her own muscles tried to pull her hand deep inside. She rode the orgasm, trying to coax every moment she could out of it. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure and aftershocks cascaded across her body. It was like every nerve was pushing her for greater and greater pleasures. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. After a few minutes, which might as well of been an eternity as far as Lydia was concerned, the orgasm ended and Lydia fell back on to the cold changing room floor gasping for air.

“My God. My God. My God. My God…” Lydia repeated as the pleasure still filled her mind. Amid her gasping breaths, her stomach gave a loud rumble and started to digest what was inside her. By the time Lydia was able to stand, her huge abdomen had been reduced to only a potbelly. Patting the lump lightly, Lydia smiled.

“Was it good for you Clair?”

Laughing softly, Lydia sat down on the bench to catch her breath. That had been incredible. First the meal and then the orgasm, but like a drug, Lydia wanted more. Her mind ran through all the different things she could do now that she had the confidence and the ability to eat people. She could eat all her classmates and see how many her belly could hold. She could eat her parents; they were kind of annoying. One thought keep coming back to Lydia that she couldn’t drop, that thought was of a certain yellow haired ghoul that had yet to return her feelings.

She wanted Beetlejuice. Forget about being boyfriend and girlfriend, she wanted to screw that ghosts brains out. It was a perverse, wanton desire that she had never dreamed of exploring. She wanted to see how sex compared to using her fingers and there was only one person she wanted inside her. Lydia was going to give her virginity to Beetlejuice and afterwards, she’d see how he liked being inside another part of her. She lusted after Beetlejuice, but she hungered over everyone and Beetlejuice was like everyone else, a piece of meat. Licking her lips, Lydia went to find a mirror and give Beetlejuice the time and end of his afterlife.