Juno vore, now a story.

Holy weird Fan-fic batman, Juno vore!

Since it probably won't work again, I'll put the story here.

Comment, fav, whatever. Please comment though, I don't know if this is any good! (It's not)

I'll be making this into a series, and continuing the Amy series. This will have a definite story arc, whereas Amy will just be random ideas I have in my head.

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Ever since she had given birth, Juno missed her huge stomach. She like the way it felt against her shirt, how it was fun to rub. She had been trying to fill it ever sine.

Her metabolism was too fast for her too just eat a lot, and getting pregnant again wasn't an option. It took months to get big enough, and Bleaker didn't want another kid.

She sighed as she opened her locker. The school day was over, and they were about to have a two week break. She would have plenty of time to get big, if not for her stupid stomach acids. Juno looked around briefly, and saw Katrina D'avort staring at her, giving her a nasty look. Juno flipped her the bird and turned away, when she was struck by an idea.

“Hey Katrina, come with me, I want to show you something.” Juno said as she walked up to her.

“Fine, whatever.” Katrina muttered something under her breath, but Juno pretended not to notice. She led her into the bathroom, and closed the door.

“How long is this gonna take, I don't want to miss my bus.” Katrina sounded annoyed. “Oh, not long.” Juno said to herself. She suddenly spun around, and grabbed Katrina by the arms before throwing her into the wall.

“I didn't know you were into this, you freak!” Katrina yelled as she tried to push Juno away. Juno smiled, and opened her mouth. Wider, and wider. Impossibly huge. Katrina looked on in horror as Juno stood on her tippy toes and slammed her mouth over Katrina's head. She swept her legs from under her, and when she was on the ground, started to draw more of Katrina into her mouth.

Juno could feel Katrina punching her, so she grabbed arms and stuffed them in her mouth. She kept pulling Katrina in further, and was soon to her waist. Katrina was still in shock. Juno was now at her legs, and stood up, with a pair of legs sticking put of her mouth like noodles. She slurped them up and felt her belly expand, it was roughly the shape of Katrina. After a few seconds of shifting, Katrina was in the fetal position and Juno's stomach looked like that of a pregnant woman's.

Juno was surprised that it wasn't any bigger then when she had been pregnant. Maybe Katrina didn't have much space?

“Hey Kat, can you hear me?”

“Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I don't want to die!”

Juno belched, and lifted her shirt up so she could rub her tummy. “Well, you gave me the stink eye.”

“That's how my face looks!”

“And I wanted to have a big belly again. You definitely filled me up!”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Why would you care, you're gonna be digested anyway” Juno said callously. Katrina just started crying. Juno waddled past a janitor. He was puzzled, he thought the pregnant girl had given birth months ago. “Must a got herself knocked up again” he though to himself.

Juno finally made it to her car, her belly almost touched the steering wheel.
“Hey Katrina, you might get a chance for revenge, I can't wear a seat belt with you in there.”

“Isn't it enough that you ate me? You have to tease me, too?” Juno stroked her distended stomach.

“Hey, I'm just teasing.”

Juno had one hand on her bump, the other on the wheel. She couldn't go home, not with a bulge like that, so she pulled over and called her parent's telling them something about going to a camp for a week. She would live in the woods for that week, so she wasn't really lying. She didn't need food, she reckoned Katrina would feed her for a week. After that week, when hopefully her belly would be small enough to credit overeating at the camp, Juno would go back to her parents.

After she started driving again Katrina tried to strike up a conversation.

“Why are you only hiding for a week, why not the whole break?”

“That's how long it'll take for my stomach to make you a reasonable size. I think so, at least.” Juno was frank with her words. No sense being rosy about it.

“Won't you need food?” Katrina was a little nervous, but if Juno went to a store, she could yell for help.

“Katrina, I have a huge stomach filled with food. I think you should last me for a week, you seem pretty filling. Hopefully your clothes won't give me indigestion.” Katrina was silent. She hated being treated like that.

Juno finally reached her destination, a small hut way off the beaten path. Jokingly nickname “the Love Shack” by her friends, she didn't know of it being used for that purpose, though. She thought about calling Bleaker, he always loved her when she was pregnant. She decided not to, though. He was a bad liar, and if questioned he would tell immediately. She did text Leah, though. (OMG Kat D is in my BELLy!1! She tasted gud)

For that week, Juno relaxed. She read, she rubbed her (diminishing) stomach, she talked to Katrina, although Katrina was increasingly incapable of talking, and by the fourth day, she was dead. It felt somehow more creepy to have a dead person inside of you then a live one. After Kat died, Juno's belly seemed to shrink visibly by the hour, until it reached a low point of being around the size of Juno's tummy when she was in her second trimester of pregnancy. Puzzled as why the shrinking stopped, she pressed against her tummy and guessed that it was a bundle of hair, clothes, and shoes. The indigestibles.

When the week was up and Juno went back home, the first thing her dad said was, “Do you have another bun in the oven or too many buns from the oven?” Juno laughed, then said that she was probably hormonal from all the muffins. She was secretly pleased. He had know idea what was really inside of her.

As the last week of break passed, Leah met up with Juno in the park. The first thing she did was put her hand on Juno's belly and say, “Hi Katrina, sorry about getting eaten.”

Juno smiled. “She's already gone, Leah. That's just her clothes and shit.”

“And shit? Did she actually, you know, go to the bathroom inside of you?”

“I don't know, but I was blissfully unaware of the possibility of that until a few seconds, ago, thank you very much!” Juno belched loudly, then covered her mouth sheepishly.

“Jeez Junebug, Katrina too carbonated for you?” Leah teased.

“Shut up, her clothes have been given me really bad indigestion. Next time I'll have to strip 'em”

“Sexy. But, anyway, about that next time, would you be willing to gobble someone down for me? If you don't I won't tell anyone where Katrina went.”

“Are you seriously blackmailing the person who just ate somebody? What's too stop me from eating you?”

Leah laughed nervously, a little afraid of her best friend.

“I'm just messing, Leah. Who's been giving you URRP troubles? 'Scuze me, it's that damn polyester.” Juno rubbed her belly, “Katrina was tasty, I'm up for more.”

“Thanks Juno, but you may have to deal with more indigestion.”

“Why?”

“Let's just say this is not someone you'll want to strip.”