She winks at you and continues, "You know, you're not very subtle when you check girls out. Shush! You don't need to apologize. I like it when you look at me like that. You've been blushing and thrusting your hand in your pocket around me since middle school... and I've always thought it was kind of cute. But there was one thing that I was never able to figure out..." She gently guides your hand in a circle, encouraging you to press and knead the the flesh of her belly, "I could never figure out why you kept staring at my stomach. Sure, I've got tits to spare, and I'm experienced enough to know my way around a cock, but I'm not a skinny girl... and you kept staring at what I thought was my least flattering feature." Her half-lidded eyes lock with yours, her gaze steady and intense beneath her dark lashes. Your take a shuddering breath as you gape at your friend, unable to comprehend Samantha's sudden advances. Her mouth quirks into a mocking smile. "I think I can guess what you find so fascinating about my belly now." She leans closer, her full lips mere inches from yours. You hold perfectly still, a deer caught in oncoming headlights. Samantha's voice is low and husky with desire as she murmurs her next words to you, "You'd just love to become a part of this belly, wouldn't you? To die at my hands, to be used up and transformed into a bit of extra fat on my tits?" She reaches up her hand and strokes the side of your face tenderly. "What if I told you that I could make your dream come true? What if I told you that the last thing you'll ever see are these lips?" She leans forward, her lips slightly parted to reveal the moist red cavern of her mouth. Your whole body shudders in anticipation as she leans closer still, her breasts pressing against your torso. "Goodbye, my dear. And bon appétit!" Her mouth yawns open as she grabs your head... and then she starts to laugh. Your breath returns to you when you realize her mouth isn't getting any wider than normal. You stumble backwards in confusion.
"Ohmygod! That... was... THE BEST! HAHAHA! You should have seen your expression! Hahahahaha!!!"
"What the fuck, Sam!?"
"Oh, come on! It was funny! Did you really think I could swallow you whole?" You blush a deep scarlet and storm off along the path, Sam trailing behind. "Don't be such a pussy! It was a joke, alright?" You stop after a few paces and turn angrily on your friend.
"How could you-- I mean, I really am attracted to you, you know? And, and... and just because I don't have the courage to say something doesn't mean that you need to mock me. I've never told anyone about my fantasy either, so it really hurts when you make fun of me for it!" Sam catches up to you, her brow furrowed with concern.
"I'm not making fun of you. I mean, sure I'm messing with you, but I'm not trying to be mean." She comes closer, her gaze serious. "Every word that I said was true. I've noticed you staring at me and I like it. And your fantasy... well, if I'm being honest, it's actually... well, it's kind of hot." Sam's pale freckled cheeks flush slightly pink with this confession. Your eyebrows rise in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I can only imagine how powerful and sexy it would make me feel to have a boy squirming inside my belly. I mean, I wouldn't want to eat just anyone though." She chews on her lip mesmerizingly as she thinks, "Well, I'd want to eat really hot guys mostly, but only after I played with them for a bit. Hahaha! You've totally corrupted me, you know. This is by FAR the strangest fantasy I've ever indulged."
"I'll take that as a compliment. You're usually the one shocking everyone else."
"Okay, okay... so hot guys, but only after I've fucked them silly. And... hmmm... who else would I want to eat? Well, I've always thought you're pretty cute, and like I said earlier, I think you'd make a really good roll of belly-fat!"
"Oh, shut up. It's not funny."
"No, I'm serious. Pinky swear. If I could swallow people whole, you'd be first on the menu." Sam grins wolfishly, "I bet you're delicious!" You shift your body to conceal the growing tent in your pants, but Samantha takes hold of you and shakes her head. You drop your hands to your side and blush as the rigid outline of your cock becomes plain as day. Sam merely smirks at this. You clear your throat and continue the conversation.
"So you wouldn't mind killing your best friend?"
Sam giggles wickedly at this, "Mind? Hahaha! Oh no, that would be the best part! You know how much I like to tease you, right? Well imagine how much I'd enjoy taunting you as I ground you to a chunky soup inside of me. Just think about it... do you think I'd rather have you as a friend, or cushioning on my ass?" She winks at you, "I bet you can guess." Your breath catches in your throat. You don't think you've ever been so attracted to your friend in your life. "God Damn! That just makes me so fucking horny!" She pauses, her eyes simmering with sincere longing as she utters her next words.
"I wish I could make your fantasy come true. I wish that I could swallow people whole."
There is a blinding flash of blue light in the bushes to your left and the overwhelming scent of cinnamon. To your astonishment, a tiny winged figure shoots from the underbrush, a cloud of glowing motes swirling around it. You squint your eyes to see that it's a tiny man, clad in miniature velvet robes. He twitches his mustache huffily and looks around wildly. In a squeaky voice, he addresses you and Sam, "I felt a powerful wish just now. A calling to the fair folk of this wood. Well lucky, lucky you. Vintarion is bound to grant your wish." He glances back and forth between you and Samantha. "It was you, girl. You have the scent of untapped power about you... hmm... and cruelty. Mab would like you. What is your wish. Speak plain for the best results."
Sam turns her head and locks eyes with you, her face illuminated with a grin of disbelieving joy. You feel your stomach lurch. Oh no. No, no, no. It's just a fantasy. This can NOT be happening. Your gaze flicks between your friend and the fairy, astonishment plain on your face as you see Sam's resolve harden. She has a habit of making reckless decisions when it comes to having her way with boys, but this is different! Before you can shout your objection, your friend steps forward and speaks.
"I wish that I could swallow people whole." She turns to you, her grin widening as she sees your terror. "And digest them."
The fairy nods gravely. "Vintarion is bound to grant this wish. I bestow unto you the magic and power of the fey, young witch. May it be so." He blows a handful of sparkling pink dust onto Samantha's head and shrugs. "Well, that's it then. Farewell, my newborn witch." He turns to you, smirking tauntingly. "Have fun with this one, lad. Something tells me I won't be seeing you again. Hahaha!" With this, he wheels and flies back into the underbrush. You and Samantha stand, jaws agape in astonishment.
