A lot had certainly happened since you set foot on the campus, even more since you entered this crazy house. You figure that, although you had wanted to begin swallowing some students down as soon as it was allowed, a little help may be needed to get around without you, yourself, becoming a human happy meal.
"Alright I'm bringing you up, Foxy, sorry to disturb you 'nap'," an odd thing for her to do, considering that she was in a stomach ready for digestion. A bit unsure how to go about this, you start to wretch and press on your stomach to somehow get her out. Perhaps it was because of this omnipotent 'plot' the girls had mentioned or perhaps you were simply doing it the right way, but a small lump began rising up through your throat. You put a hand to it and noted the absence of an Adam's apple. Slowly a head emerged from your gullet.
Fuzzina's (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/3...) furry head rose out of your mouth. "Oh, hello th-," she began only to be cut off by your hand shoving her back down as you gulped hard to get her back in your stomach. You didn't want give her a chance of escaping too.
Again, you heaved on your stomach and up came that strange lump, but this time a waterfall of midnight black hair spills out. http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/no... . "Ah, that's better," Foxy said, standing up to stretch, "compressed stomachs can be so restricting."
"Compressed stomachs?"
"When the vicim doesn't show, like you said."
"You don't say. By the way, what exactly is Fuzzina," you ask Foxy.
"I'm a human!" purrs a voice from your stomach."
Foxy giggles then whispers in your ear, "she was human once then this house changed her into a cat-girl, leopard-type."
"Ah, well then I guess her name is a nick-name? Anyway, it fits, but why are you called Foxy?"
"The head girl made it a rule that all the girls here take names that sound like they correspond to an animal. I'm called Foxy for being crafty, especially when finding ways to catch dinner."
"SO, how does that stomach compression work?"
"Heh, no one really knows." Putting a hand on your belly as she explains, "no one really minds either, since you can still feel the struggles. Too bad Fuzz isn't putting up a fight, then you would really know how great it feels to eat someone."
"Well, I can't say I don't," you respond, "I used to do it a bit in secret. No one knew what I could do and I dare didn't tell anyone. I wouldn't want to have to explain the disappearances around town, I tried to eat only the types of people no one would miss, but occasionally I did slip up. The one's who went unnoticed were usually rejects of society, they were never really tasty, so it was only for pleasure and the rush of having such great power over another human."
"No one else knew?"
"Well, I told my mom, she knew, but only a little, I tried to keep it a close secret. She did know enough to seek out this place and when I heard of it I couldn't wait to finally eat people where it was ok--what are you, oh my--how is your hand doing that?"
"I'm starting to teach you your first lesson of being a girl, your nipples are now much more sensitive," Foxy laughed. With that she took you hand and pressed it against her breast.
You had never thought you might get this far with a girl you just met entering the house, much less one you had planned on using for nourishment. Being a girl had definite advantages. You tweak her nipple, just a little, and a slight quasi-moan escapes from Foxy's lips, her sexy red.... You became lost to moment feeling the pleasure and lust build as she pinched your nipple back. You gasped and inched up close to the beautiful face of your voluptuous, raven-haired friend. "You know," you began, "I'll admit I've been to second base few times." You close in on her face, "but I seem to remember," your noses almost touching, "there's a number that comes before two."
"I think you may be right about that," whispers Foxy and you and her lock lips in a kiss.
The feeling was overwhelming, she was quite good at this. Or it was plot. The taste of her tongue darting in and out of your mouth, the smell of her hormones, the feel of her exposed breasts and hard nipples against yours. "I didn't know you liked girls this way."
Foxy shrugged, "me neither. Oh!" she said as your hands fell to her unprotected arse, "you're such a naughty girl."
Next moment, your lips were together again. Kissing, feeling. You clumsily stumbled back onto a couch in the common room, there was no one around, but you wouldn't have cared if there was. All that mattered was Foxy. Your lips release long enough for her to slip off your top and ask, "what's you name again?"
"Rain," you quickly respond and you are back down on top of her again, squirming and smooching, loving the feelings of pleasure. One hand pulls the small of her back into you, the other kneads her generous rump, while you kneel on the couch over her. She has hand is on the back of your head and another massaging her nipple as if she was trying to rub it off. After a length of time neither of you could measure if you were to guess as it, you collapse against her . Fuzzina had been completely digested in the heat of the passion.
"You like...being a cartoon?" she whispers between gasps.
Suddenly forgetting your situation and you gender change, you gasp, "I want to be inside you."
Foxy's mouth widens into a grin. "Well, we both know there's only one way to do that now."