"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded as I strode confidently up to the young man fiddling with the lock. I had been watching him from my car for a few minutes, he was obviously trying to break into the student accommodation block, it was raining heavily. I guessed he was either up to no good, or had got locked out. Either way he had caught my interest, and that was bad news for him. Startled by me, he spun around and said "It's alright, I left my keys in my room when I went to lectures this morning so now I can't get in, I'm such an idiot!" "No disagreement from me on that," I replied, "what's your name?" He informed me his name was David, and that we had some lectures together, although I hadn't noticed him before. He was quite attractive. Friendly smile, bright innocent eyes, his rain-soaked white t-shirt revealed the outline of a slim but somewhat muscular body, and the cute bulge was clearly defined in his damp jeans. "Well David the idiot, doesn't look like you're having much luck getting in and you're soaking wet, come over to my flat; it's in the next block."
 
David thanked me profusely and followed me home. When we got in I took off my coat and hoodie, when I turned around David's eyes darted down to my breasts and then back up again. He probably thought I didn't notice, but I knew. I've always been big; big hips, big bum, big everything. I love my body, I'm confident and I know how sexy I am. "I'm sorry" said David, who was shivering slightly "I'm dripping on your floor!" With hands on hips I replied "You're not taking another step in here in that state. The bathroom's through there, get those wet clothes off and get in the shower. I'm not taking no for an answer." He thanked me and did as I said. When I heard the shower running I went to the bathroom door and called out "I'm going to put your clothes in the drier, you can borrow some of mine. Don't worry, I haven't picked you out anything too girly! I'm coming in to get your clothes, I won't look I promise!" Before he could protest I opened the door and walked in. "Uh, uh, ok..." he said, quickly turning so he was facing away from me, as if he thought that if he couldn't see me I couldn't see him. As I picked up his clothes I got a good look at his bum, which was surprisingly nice for a guy, and he wasn't too hairy. "Thanks again," he said facing the wall "You're being so kind!" I left him some clothes of mine, a colourful jumper and my old joggers. "Alright I'm out!" I called back as I left with his cold wet clothes, flashing one last glance at his cute bod as I closed the door. I went to the kitchen and put David's clothes in the bin, covering them with an old newspaper.
 
David reappeared a few minutes later, I was sitting on the sofa. He looked really funny in my clothes, they were so baggy on him, I laughed and gestured for him to sit down with me, which he did. "I almost put a pair of my less feminine pants out for you, but I thought you might not wear them!" I said. "Well I usually don't wear someone's underwear until the third date." He jokingly replied. "Oh so you think this is a date?" I said, "Well if we're on a date then where are my flowers bitch?" He smiled and pointed out that there are flowers on the jumper I gave him. "That doesn't count," I said with a smile. "What would you like instead?" He asked. I replied "I'll let you know later, just remember you owe me! Lets watch a film, we can work out how to get into your flat later." David said that sounded awesome, so I put a film on and sat back on the sofa, this time sitting very close to him. I put my arm around him, and he smiled at me. "You're so amazing, inviting me round and lending me dry clothes. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" David asked. "There is one thing" I said, leaning in for a kiss. We made out on the sofa, his hands exploring my body and mine his, I thought it was very cute that he asked permission before touching my boob, despite the fact that my hand was already on his crotch. I didn't waste time, and soon I was pulling the jumper off him that he had so recently put on. I let him remove my t-shirt, then I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
 
It was getting dark, I turned the bedside light on and took off my leggings. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "Why, are you scared?" I said with a smile. What a gentleman, he had no idea what I really had in mind for him, he should have been scared, terrified, but he got onto the bed with me. We kissed and touched each other some more, then I slid off his trousers while he undid my bra. I slipped off my knickers as he kissed my breasts, his hands exploring my sexy curves. "Remember you owe me a favour? Well it's time to pay up." I said, with my hands on his shoulders, guiding him down as I lay on my back and opened my legs. "My God you're beautiful." He whispered, laying a trail of kisses from my breast, across my stomach, pubic hair and finally kissing my labia. Kissing turned to licking, he knew what he was doing, so with one hand on his head and the other rubbing my breast, I let him get to work, his hands on my big bum cheeks. Each time I came I squeezed his head between my legs a little harder and pushed his face into me with my hand, so that he had no option but to keep going as a began rhythmically pushing my crotch into his face. His head seemed to be becoming engulfed by my vagina, and I felt some resistance, so after cumming again I released him. He gasped as he pulled away, with a frightened look in his eyes, I must have been suffocating the poor dear, but when he saw how happy he had made me his enthusiasm returned. He was kneeling on the bed now between my legs, his erect cock standing to attention in front of him. He started bringing it closer, the look of lust in his eyes. "Ah ah ah," I said, "I like to go on top, so lie down." He did as he was told, and I dropped my full weight down onto him, lying on him face-to-face, I could feel his cock and balls pinned against my tummy. "I like to be on top because I like to be in control." I said, taking him by the wrists and holding his hands up above his head. "Could you get away now even if you wanted to?" I asked. He wriggled a bit. "No," he said "but I don't want to get away. You're so wonderful and beautiful, I trust you completely." Keeping his wrists pinned, I got up onto my knees and shuffled up his torso, until I was sitting on his chest. "I'm glad to hear that. I want you inside me, I want you to be mine. Now just go down on me a bit more." I said as I pushed myself further forward until my crotch was once more in his face and his eyes disappeared under my belly so he was no longer looking up at me. He began working his magic once again, and I started humping him. It was different this time though, whereas before I had been fairly gentle, this time I was rough. I humped his face harder and harder, rubbing myself to climax. His tonguing became almost frantic, he could barely breathe, and I'm sure I was causing him real pain as I smashed my mons into his helpless face. With one final rapturous orgasm, I drove my pubic bone into his nose and heard a quiet crack. When I sat back heavily onto his chest I saw there was blood on his face and tears in his eyes, I must have broken his nose. "Ow!" he said, "That really hurt, what the hell!" Standing up on the bed and towering over him I said "Don't worry baby, it's your turn now." He looked unsure, probably having second thoughts about the whole thing, but it was too late now. I lifted up his knees and sat on them. "What are you doing?" he said. "Just relax baby, you're going inside me just like I said." I replied as my ass hole spread wide to accept his knees into my rectum. I just relaxed and let gravity slide me down until our genitals were touching. "How are you doing that?" He asked, still dazed and confused from the pummelling my crotch had given him. "I have a confession," I said, "I like to eat people. You've given me a lot of pleasure this evening, but there is one more thing I need from you. I'm going to swallow you with my bottom, you're going to my stomach, I'm going to digest you and you're going to become part of me." I lay on my back, squeezing my buttocks together and then releasing them, each time drawing him further in. His penis had long since disappeared into my hole, and he was now only visible from the chest up. He began to realise the predicament he was in, and began to reach out for something to hold onto. Finding nothing, he put his hands on my buttocks and tried to push against them. "Silly boy." I said, "These are going in too." I grabbed his hands and slid them into my anus alongside his body. Inside me his legs and lower torso were making their way through my intestine, drawn inexorably onward by peristalsis working in reverse. I love the feeling of a human being in my colon, it feels like needing a poo but really really good. His knees must have passed through into my stomach at this point, because his panic changed to pleading, "Oh God it's burning, my legs are burning!" he said, "Please stop, let me out, I'll do anything!" "Well," I said, "You were such a good little pussy-licker earlier, if you lick me out again and you do a good job, then I'll let you back out." His face was once again approaching my crotch now, and after his shoulders entered me I rested and let my sphincter squeeze around his neck. "Yes, thank you, ahh it hurts so much!" He said as he began to lick my labia in desperation and fear. I slid myself round so that I could reach the bedside table, and grabbed my little bullet vibrator out of the drawer. I let him go on licking for his life, supplementing his efforts by rubbing the vibrator against my clit. He was doomed of course, my ass reacts to an orgasm the way my throat does to a piece of chocolate cake in my mouth - swallowing! And sure enough when I climaxed a few minutes later my hungry bum hole sucked him in so fast he didn't know what was happening. I kept playing with myself for a while, as I felt the rest of his body enter my stomach, enjoying the muffled screams of a man with his balls in hydrochloric acid and a mouth full of shit!
 
As his struggles grew weaker I got bored and returned to the sofa, unpausing the film from earlier. I enjoyed the knowledge that my victim was dying in unimaginable and exquisite agony in my stomach, my digestive enzymes making short work of his skin and flesh, the acid even dissolving most of his skeleton. The occasional gurgle or crack was background noise. I felt full and satisfied, my body broke him down, churned him into nothing, absorbing the nutrients and moving what was left to my large intestine for disposal. Not too much is wasted however, because the body of my victim contains just the right mix of proteins, fats, calcium and other nutrients for my body. Makes sense when you think about it! When I felt no more movement from within I burped loudly and got up from the sofa. I saw the wallet and phone my victim had left on the side. There was some money in the wallet which I took. I took the sim card out of the phone and put the lot in the dustbin with the clothes from earlier. I'll take the rubbish out tomorrow. I was tired now, so I brushed my teeth and went to bed, giving my enormously bloated stomach one last rub, I drifted off to sleep.
 
The warm sunlight gently guided me from a dream to a state of wakeful awareness. With my eyes still closed I rolled over onto my other side, my bloated belly flopping onto the mattress. I tried to remember what I had been dreaming about, but the memories slipped away as I tried to grasp them. It must have been a pleasant dream, because I felt a lingering arousal. Perhaps it involved... what was his name? It doesn't matter, I can remember neither what I ate for breakfast, nor who I ate for dinner, they were both just food, taken by my body just as my dream was taken by the night. I ran my hand over my stomach, soft now, the formerly distinct shape of its occupant has been reduced to mush and his nutrients absorbed by my unforgiving digestive tract. My hand continued exploring my sensual curves, eventually finding its way down between my legs, where I began to gently massage myself. I was very relaxed, still in the process of waking up, when I let out a loud fart. It was followed by a sudden feeling of needing to shit, which caught me by surprise and I opened my eyes. Mildly annoyed that my morning masturbation had been cut short, I swung my legs out of bed, got slowly to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. "I hope you make less fuss coming out than you did going in!" I said to myself as I sat heavily on the toilet. A fart was produced, followed by a long, satisfying log dropping into the water, then another. I heard the familiar "tink, tink" of teeth hitting porcelain, followed by yet another log and then something big which required a bit of extra effort to expel. After pissing, I wiped my pussy and ass, then stood up (feeling a lot lighter!) and looked at what I had made. I saw that on top of the pile was the partially digested skull, jaw missing, looking up at me with his sad empty eye sockets. "Hello again!" I said, "You look very different to last night, I like you better this way!" I flushed once, then twice, most of the waste disappearing down the drain, but what was left of the filthy and fragile skull still remaining defiantly in the bowl. "Get in the sewer where you belong!" I said as I used the bog brush to smash it to pieces. One more flush and he was gone, forgotten, disposed of.
 
Returning to the bedroom, I sat on the bed and checked my phone. There was a message from a guy I met a few days ago; "Hi there, do you still want me to come round on Tuesday? I can bring food, do you have any special dietary requirements?" With a wry smile I typed my reply...
 
"That's ok, just bring yourself."