"I think I'll go find Ben," Emily says.

"You do realize that he's the last of our friends left," you say.

"Do you want to get out of my womb or not," Emily cries testily.

"Of course I do," you say.

"Well then don't bitch about my eating our friends," Emily says, "besides once I get you out of my womb, you can have me all to yourself."

That is motivation enough, so you remain quiet as Emily leaves the hut in search of Ben. Her search isn't all that hard. She immediately hears Ben's voice on the wind blowing in from the beach. He is obviously bored, as he is loudly singing a random rock song. Emily makes her way toward the beach, and finds Ben sitting cross legged in the sand not far from the bushes and trees at the landward end of the beach. With the stealthy silence of a cat, Emily creeps up behind Ben, and crouches for the strike. Waiting for just the right moment, Emily pounces, cat-like, on Ben. Instantly she takes his head in his mouth, using her momentum to drive him down her throat. As Emily stands up from her pounce, she swallows, sending a Ben-shaped lump traveling down her throat, disappearing into her chest, only to appear a moment later as a bulge in her belly, where Ben is neatly curled up inside her stomach, ready to be digested.

“Wow,” you say, “that was awesome.”

“I call it the ‘cat strike’,” Emily says, “my vore master taught me the technique. It’s for use when you have to or want to get your prey into your stomach in one smooth motion.”

Yawning, Emily leisurely strolls back to the hut, and stretches out onto the bed. As she is already starting to digest Ben, Emily smiles and rubs her swollen belly as the churning and gurgling sounds coming from her stomach lull her into a peaceful slumber.

Awaking sometime later, Emily gets up from the bed, and stretches. She knows Ben has been fully digested, and yet she still feels a bit full. She puts a hand to her flat stomach. She smiles when she realizes that she is now the equivalent of three months pregnant with you.

“Three out of nine,” you cheer, “go girl, go. I’m ready to get out of your womb.”

“Gladly, my love,” Emily says.

Suddenly you and Emily hear a rustling sound from a short distance away. Emily sneaks out and investigates it. When she finally sees the source of the sound, it turns out to be...