You just sigh in response. There’s not going to be much of a point in fighting her now. She has her mind made up that she’s going to digest you tonight. At this point even if you escaped, you’d have to live like a fugitive and you doubt you’d last long like that. One way or the other this is the beginning of the end for you, you might as well try to embrace an end inside of a friend. In fact, it’s kind of sexy now that you think about becoming Lindsey’s prey. Once you stop fighting it, you find that you warm up to the idea quickly.
“Let’s do it willing.” You say, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. She seems slightly surprised by your warming up to the idea and smiles at you as she continues on.
“What I can do then is give you something before I swallow you that will make it so you don’t feel as much pain when you digest. This way you’re not screaming the whole time which takes a lot of the romance out of it.”
“Sure, let’s go with that.” You say.
“Now, I’m assuming that you want to be unclothed when we do this,” she begins as she continues down the list, “ I’m fine being naked too, but I’m more comfortable wearing clothes. Do you want me to get dressed up formal or just regular clothes or do you want me to be naked?”
“If you’re not comfortable being naked that’s fine.” You say. You can’t believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. Has she just completely seduced you? “What’s the difference between formal and casual?” You ask.
“Here.” She says excitedly as she grabs the thick scrapbook off the table and lays it open on your laps. “Let me show you.”
You look at the brief glimpses of the pages as she rapidly turns through the book. You’ve seen almost all of it before back when you were dating. Pictures of Lindsey with a full belly, or a lower body extending out of her open maw. Your eyes, however, are prematurely drawn to the last pictures on each page, pictures of a smiling Lindsey sitting atop her white, porcelain throne, her meal finally expelled.
“See, you remember Alex.” She says finally deciding on a page. “With him, he was kind of a rush job too, I just decided I was going to dump him that afternoon.” Your eyes go over the page in her scrapbook. The name “Alex” and a set of dates appears in the middle with chronologically placed pictures around it. Pictures of the two of them cuddled together and smiling, leading up to pictures from “the big day.” “So this was a very casual one, I just wore an outfit he’d liked and we did the whole thing very low key.” She flips the page to show some pictures of her in a blue top with khaki pants and the traditional belly bulge Again, your eyes go to one of the last pictures in the set, Lindsey all smiles sitting on the toilet, pants around her ankles.
“We can do something like that,” she says as she turns backwards in the book “or there’s something more like this.” She turns to the page for her step father. “See, here my mother and I wanted to make it kind of classier.” You look at the pictures and it seems a lot like the same song, different verse. This time Lindsey’s bulge is concealed by a white cocktail dress as opposed to a simple cotton top, but other than that the story looks the same to you. It certainly ends the same way.
“I don’t see any need to do anything special with the wardrobe.” You say. “I mean, I’ve always liked what you’re wearing now.” She wasn’t wearing anything special. Just an orange top that had a flattering fit and a pair of low cut jeans. Tonight, though, you found it quite attractive on her.
“Well then…” She began