Story

My first try at a story, tell me what you think!

EDIT: Where did it go? It looked perfect! Gimme a sec...
Alright, I'll just put it here.
There's some language and stuff. I hate preview images, as it keeps overwriting what over the text is.
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The subway is a horrible place for conversation. The noise, the smell, the other people, rarely will you even try and strike one up. John was normally someone who fully believed that, but the woman sitting next to him, he happened to notice, was listening to Reverend Horton Heat, his favorite band. He knew no one else that liked it, and so he tried to strike up a conversation. It didn't hurt that she was cute.

“So, you like the Rev?” he asked, not knowing how to start. She didn't respond, not even a grunt. Probably hadn't heard him. John realised this would be the perfect time to compose a better line, so he sat back, staring at her.

He was always terrible at guessing height, so he guessed she was around average height, maybe a little short. She had dirty blond hair, it rested beautifully on her shoulders, and carried down a few inches further along her back. Her face was very smooth, and she had big, green eyes. She had a hoodie on over her dark-red t-shirt, and thin, slightly faded jeans adorned her hips.

John coughed, “Hey...”, before he could finish, she looked up at him. Her hair was obscuring one of her eyes, but she brushed it away.

“I heard you the first time. My name is Amy, and yes, I like Reverend Horton Heat, but I haven't heard much other punkabilly.” She stared at him for a few more seconds, daring him to make a move.

John looked at her, looked in her, and saw something. He knew what he was about to do was stupid, but he was compelled, although he couldn't tell why. He leaned forward, taking her head in his hands, leaning in for a kiss. He found she was accepting, not shoving him away.

What he didn't see, was her jaw, which unhinged with an audible pop. As he moved in with lost, she moved with hunger. His lips kept going, past hers, and he knew something was wrong, they should be kissing by now. He had closed his eyes when he leaned in, and he opened them when his lips made contact with something moist, the back of Amy's throat. His eyes opened to utter darkness, which was when the panic set in, and he started to thrash. The spell was gone.

The other passengers, at this point, just thought it was an especially unusual act of foreplay, but nothing more. When John started shifting violently, they knew something was up. Amy knew if she kept going they would get suspicious, so she stopped. John also calmed, thinking it was just a weird way to kiss, not really thinking that his entire head was in her mouth. After a few parents had told their kids to look away and flashed her a dirty glance, the attention was gone.

Then she continued, taking him deeper. He had have dozed off in pleasure, and he was up to his shoulders in her when he noticed. He was so panicked he couldn't speak, he thought only to fight. The only person in the train who was watching looked at her chest as it visibly bulged with John's presence, then merely looked bemused as smaller bulges appeared and disappeared, not nearly doing justice to the struggle within.

Amy was panicked herself. Normally the spell lasted until they were safely in her belly, but John had noticed early, and his struggles hurt, and were making it hard to breath. She inhaled as hard as she could, and brought his head into her stomach. Realising the others would soon notice, she threw a blanket over the two of them and moved her head even with the seat, making the process horizontal and not vertical. She just had to pull him in, like a conveyer belt.

And that she did, with every exhale more of John was drawn into her, now she was halfway down the torso. As more went in, her belly got bigger, from a slight bulge to a noticeable bump. The increasing tummy pushed her up, and threatened to push off the blanket. When she was at the waste, it started to slip. Thinking quickly, she rolled over, that way the blanket only had to cover the belly.

John yelled as her teeth bit into him, drawing a circle as she turned. People looked at the blanket, parents disapproved, and life went on. John was still incapable of other communication, he was so stunned. Amy opened her mouth slightly, so she could turn him around. After that was done, she progressed rapidly down his legs,which offered little resistance compared to his poofy shirt designed to keep back the bitter February cold, and muscular build. She was soon down to his feet, and deftly pulled off his shoes with one hand, and pushed his feet into her mouth with the other. Shoes were indigestible, and she still had the shoes of her very first victim floating around inside, as well as some other indigestibles, like watches, coins, or cellphones. His legs were still passing through her throat, but John was entirely inside of her. That first moment always gave her a little power trip.

She sat up, careful to keep the blanket over her expanded abdomen. She also kept her mouth shut, should a flailing foot make a bid for freedom when she had it open. When John's legs finally passed into her stomach, she belched loudly as a celebration, that's another one down! This earned her even more parental disapproval, and she did her best to look appropriately sheepish.

Under the blanket, her belly was loose. It looked like a mound of flesh, and if she stood up, would not support itself, but would hang down like an apron. This belly was almost as big as Amy, as John was somewhat larger, but curled into the fetal position. It also hurt, as the human stomach was not designed to be like that. John was being deprived of air, allowed a breath only when Amy opened her mouth. Amy could never walk like this.

Luckily, she didn't have to. Through a process she never understood, her stomach began to contract. It drew up into a perfectly round shape, the size of a slightly overdue women with large twins. For John, the experience also improved. Somehow, the belly seemed bigger, and less cramped. The air flow was steady, and very, VERY good. It was a comfortable temperature, and the tummy was slightly damp, but not soaking wet, and somehow his clothes didn't seem to get wet. For Amy, she was lucky, as any movement on her occupants part was not immediately telegraphed to everyone in the area by a massively shifting belly. Anyone would assume she was pregnant.

Unfortunately, John could now be heard on the outside. She had taken care to bring a sound-proof blanket, but she couldn't walk around with it on. She went under the blanket, she wanted to talk with John.

She saw that her t-shirt was doing it's best to contain her girth, but it had failed, coming to a rest halfway up her tummy, exposing her belly button. She rubbed the perfectly smooth and round tummy, smiling.

“John, can you hear me?” She said.

“Let me fucking out, you bitch!”

“John, are you a patriot?”

“What?”
“I'm a scientist working for the government, and we need to test a formula that would allow our agents to smuggle in troops to enemy held countries. If you want to help your country, you need to co operate.”

John was puzzled. “Smuggle...”

“Imagine, John. The perfect disguise – a pregnant woman. What pregnant women would risk her own baby? There would be no suspicion. And instead of a baby, we could smuggle in other agents, or weapons, or bombs. Hell, we could smuggle agents out that way, to.”

“So, you test it on me...”

“Yes John, we needed to test it on an unwilling person, to discover it's capability as a means of capturing enemies.”

“That's why you didn't tell me!”

“Yes. Now I need you to do something. I'll be going back to the lab, but you need to stay silent, so that people don't realize you're in here, after all, we can't have enemies knowing about this. Once we get back I'll swallow some stuff down to you. We need to test what you can do in there, use a computer, etc. Is that OK?”

“Yeah”.

Perfect, Amy thought to herself. She peeked out over the blanket, none of the original people were on the subway, so they wouldn't notice John's disappearance or her expanded middle.

As the train pulled up to her stop, she tucked the blanket into her bag, leaving her smooth, slightly pale belly fully exposed. As she stood up, another woman rose to intercept her. Amy noticed a bulge in the woman's midriff, she must be pregnant.

“Ooh, when are you due!?” squealed the woman. “How many babies is that? Looks like a lot! An no stretchmarks, lucky!” she said, drawing out her words into an obnoxious wine. Amy smiled, then gently moved her to the side.

“It's my stop,” she said, motioning to the door.

“Mine too!” the women cooed.

Amy sighed, this would be irritable. As she moved forward, she could feel John sliding about in her belly, throwing her slightly off-balance. She placed both hands on her stomach in order to steady it's passenger. The woman misinterpreted the gesture.

“Is he kicking? Let me feel!” she yelled as she ran at Amy with hands extended. Right before she arrived, Amy muttered to her belly, “Kick her John. Kick her hard.”.

When the woman grasped Amy's belly, three things happened. One, quietly, Amy said, “Now!”. Two, the woman said, loudly, “Ooh, your belly is so CUUUTE!” Three, John kicked as hard as he could, right on the woman's hand.
The kick was so forceful it caused Amy to lurch forward, almost toppling over. Luckily, the woman pulled her hand away, with an angry look on her face.

“What kind of Pele baby you got in that fucking oven, girl?” She said, before marching off.

Amy rubbed her stomach, before trying to cover it up a bit with her t-shirt. She had enough interference.

“Just a short walk, then we'll be there, John.” Amy always loved to walk around with a full belly. Everyone around her was totally clueless, and that gave her joy, great joy. Her tummy sloshed slightly as she sped up, causing her to rub it, calming it. The people she passed looked on her with affection, thinking her to be an impending mother. Amy could never have a boy friend, as they usually ended up in her belly, so she loved to pretend to be pregnant like this. Feeling every one of John's movements, feeling her belly. Somehow, she was never impeded by her stomach, even when full of struggling prey. She was a trained parkour artist, and she could pull off even the trickiest move with a her abdomen fully extended.

She sighed as she reached her apartment. This was her least favorite part.

“OK John, you can talk now.” she said.

“Are we at the lab yet? And why are there a pair of shoes in here?” he asked almost as soon as she spoke. She chose to ignore the second question.

Amy sat down heavily, and put her hands on her tummy.

“Look, John, I lied. I'm not a scientist, we're at my apartment. I come from a long line of people who can consume other humans, both for nutrients and to extend out lifespans. After I digest you, your calories will be stored in an internal and highly efficient gland, so I won't gain any excess weight or fat. I am sorry John, you did seem nice.”

“D-digest?”

“Yes, the process will take around a month to full process you. You'll be alive for the first week, and I'll only appear largely pregnant for two weeks, the rest is all nutrient conversion. For the week you'll be alive I can swallow books or magazines if you want.”

John sat in shock. He had just wanted to start a conversation, and now he ended up in this woman's belly, on the fast track to digestion.

“Can I ask a few questions?” he asked tentatively.

“Sure, I have nothing to hide, your about to become a part of me.”

John swallowed nervously. “How old are you? I mean really?”

Amy thought for a second, counting.

“Sixty Seven years, but I can live indefinitely. I can also change my appearance, but it takes energy.”
“One more question. How many people have you eaten?”

“Eighty one.”

John restrained the urge to whistle, this was serious.

“Can you tell me about them?” he asked.

“John, I have to tell you something. I ate you for nutrients, but in the past, I was a real bitch. I ate for fun, I ate people that pissed me off. I ate just to have a big stomach. Are you sure you want to hear about this?”

“Yes.”

“Alright...