Here's the scene in question, from part 4 of the story:
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Alison laughed. “I agree with what Kim said. You lucky, magnificent bitch!”
“That’s me!” Mariella agreed, gleefully. She stood up in the pool, water streaming from her arms, and placed her hands on either side of her softly bulging, tightly rounded little tummy. “And this is where Cian’ll be tonight!” She grinned, with wickedly pleasant anticipation.
“You’ll certainly have some digesting to do first,” Anniki smiled. “That looks like a very full tummy.”
Without a word, Janine stood up. In her bikini, her state of near-undress revealed her athletic build, with the lean firm muscles of her arms and legs. She puffed out her toned but now tightly stretched stomach, displaying its taut bulge.
“Very nice,” Ida agreed, appreciatively, in response to her compatriot’s unspoken boast.
“Oh, we’re comparing tummies now?” Summer got up as well, water streaming from her bare limbs, and slipped her hands under the tight little bump of her very full belly, showing it off. “Admire it, girls!” she grinned.
Sahiba got to her feet and pointed at her own bare midriff, the darker tone of her Mediterranean skin contrasting with the rather pale skin of the attractive English redhead, but her bare tummy looking just as tightly packed, stretched taut. One by one, smiling or giggling, most of the women showed off their stuffed little tummy bump in turn. Rosemarie, giggling, even took her bikini top off, patting her tummy before sitting back down with a comfortable sigh, immersing her bared breasts in the warm water.
“So, is that what you like best in vore?” Abena asked Mariella, after they had compared impressions on one another’s bellies. “Being full?”
Mariella considered it, running the tip of her tongue over the edge of her teeth, thoughtful. “Maybe? I mean, it hurts, being so full, but… at the same time, it feels kind of nice.” She paused. “I think what I really prefer is just the eating, though.”
Agnes nodded. “I agree. The act of eating.” She smiled slightly. “I could do without feeling so stuffed, to be honest.”
Sigríður shook her head. “I like feeling full,” she said. “It’s just… satisfying!” She sighed softly. “Really satisfying…” she murmured, contented.
“Me, I like swallowing,” Rosemarie said, without hesitation. “That moment when…” She traced her fingers down the outside of her throat, and grinned. “You know!”
Abena nodded. “There is something about the moment when you swallow,” she agreed. “The finality, I suppose. It just… feels so good!”
“Anyone else like feeling stuffed?” Sigríður asked. “Or is it just me?”
Marlene nodded. “I like feeling full, after a big meal. Not too full, though. But just… feeling I’ve got food in my tummy.”
“Me too,” Ida said softly, and snuggled a little closer to her wife.
“Maybe I’m saying this because of my job,” Kim piped in, “but I kind of like feeling them wriggle on my tongue. Knowing they’re enjoying themselves, like? And the tickle is kind of nice.” Several of the other women nodded agreement.
Summer took in a quick breath. “Okay, I’m guessing some of you might not agree, but… My favourite part is the next day.”
Some of them looked at her blankly for a moment, until realisation dawned.
“You mean…? Eww.” Agnes wrinkled her nose.
Summer grinned. “Yeah, I mean that.”
“Going to the toilet?” Mariella gave her a look of surprise.
Summer nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Honestly? I look forward to it.” She hesitated, just for a moment, then went on: “I like… feeling the need to go. Not just after vore, but even in general. Sometimes I hold for a while, before I go and… yeah.” She laughed, just a little embarrassed. “I guess it just feels physically enjoyable.” She looked round at them. “Don’t tell me I’m the only one? Come on!”
Ida gave a slight grimace. “To me… Not my thing.”
“Not really mine either,” Abena said. “Though I guess I can understand what you mean.”
Kim’s stomach chose that moment to rumble, rather loudly. A wet gwwooorlllg. They turned to look at her, and some of the girls laughed.
“Sorry.” Kim smiled, and placed a hand on her tummy. “Sounds like I’m really starting to digest.”
“Or maybe that’s Eleni in there, feeling excluded from the conversation,” Mariella grinned. There were giggles, at that.
“Sorry, Eleni.” Kim smirked. “It’s digestion time for you.” She rubbed her tummy bulge lightly.
“Hey Simona, you asleep?” Sigríður asked. The giantess Slovakian remained lounging back in the water, with her staggeringly long legs stretched deep into the pool, her head resting against the thermal bath’s soft edge, her eyes still closed.
“No,” she answered with a faint smile, and without opening her eyes. “I’m listening.”
“Mmnn, I can understand the feeling,” Sahiba said, and yawned. “My tummy’s making me sleepy.” She leaned back a little too, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to keep them open. Her heavily gorged belly was urging her to rest, while it digested her food into absorbable nourishment.
“Hey no, not sleep!” Rosemarie protested. “We decide what we do tonight, yes?”
Agnes’ stomach gurgled in turn, and she stifled a yawn. “Sorry. I’m awake,” she promised. “Yes, so: tonight?”
They discussed it for a while, but their tummies were becoming rumbly and loud, perhaps as Alessia’s pills helped to speed up their digestion. Their hard-working stomachs required rest, as the women’s eager conversations and shared giggles faded gradually into a sleepy contentment, and they dozed amidst the soothing sensation of the warm bubbles.
“Well…” Summer stretched, and got to her feet again, stepping up out of the pool. Her auburn hair was plastered wetly over her pale bare shoulders. “If you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to go and make love with my boyfriend, while the people in my tummy are still moving.” She grinned. “I’ll catch up with you later!”
Those who were not too sleepy watched her go. Almost despite herself, Ida found her eyes following the sway of Summer’s shapely bottom, barely concealed by her yellow bikini. It was a very nice bottom, she thought admiringly. A flicker of lust broke through her pleasant sleepiness. She yawned, and stirred, then whispered in Marlene’s ear.
Her wife responded with a seductive little smile, and kissed her cheek. “Yes,” she whispered simply, the tickle of her breath warm against Ida’s ear. “Let’s.”
They got up. “If you’ll excuse us too,” Ida said, her tiredness crumbling under the flow of her own rising excitement, “Marlene and I are going to, um… go somewhere private and cuddle.”
Some of them women laughed. “Yeah, right – ‘cuddle’,” Mariella grinned.
“Yeah, enjoy your… cuddles,” Sahiba smiled.
“We will,” Marlene smiled back. She slipped her hand into her wife’s, and squeezed it tight.
The others watched them go, and then slipped back into the water’s warm, soothing embrace – and a painful yet blissful post-prandial contentment.