You open the nightstand to find containers of olive oil, salt, and pepper. Nervously, you glance back at Sam. Your friend smirks at you mockingly and nods. Hannah looks at you in disgust through her tears, clearly baffled by your obedience. You begin by methodically pouring the bottle of olive oil all over yourself, and then using your hands to thoroughly coat your skin. Your mind reels at the perverse wrongness of what you're doing, but the thought of feeding yourself to Sam sends a shiver of exhilaration down your spine. You slide a hand between your legs and carefully massage oil along the swollen shaft of your manhood. Your rigid cock twitches eagerly beneath your fingers as you gaze into Sam's eyes. Your friend cocks an eyebrow and squeezes her breasts together, arching her back into a seductive pose. She parts her ruby red lips and opens her mouth wide, exposing the soft wet darkness of her maw. Beyond her sparkling white teeth and glistening pink tongue yawns the black chasm of her throat. You stare into the humid abyss of her gullet, imagining yourself disappearing forever down this slimy tunnel. Drool dribbles down her chin and then splatters onto her breasts and stomach as she salivates. You cup your balls in your free hand as you continue to stroke your erection, your entire body now oiled and glistening in the candlelight. Your breath quickens as your desire begins to peak--- and then Sam shakes her head.

“Ah-ah. No cumming until I say so.” You reluctantly drop your hands to your sides. “Mmm... good boy. Now the salt and pepper. And don't skimp on the pepper... I like things a little spicy.” You use the salt and pepper shakers to sprinkle seasoning all over your body. “Mmm... you look so fucking tasty, dude. I bet you've been dreaming of this moment ever since I gained my powers. I bet you can't wait to be digested. Hahaha! You're more twisted than me!”

Hannah chokes in disbelief, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You're about to die! I know you jerk off to that weird vore shit, but this is REAL! She's. Going. To. KILL. You.” Hannah's words only stoke the flames of your desire. She's right. Your best friend is going to murder you. Your death is going to be slow and excruciatingly painful. And Sam will enjoy every last minute of your agony. You shiver with excitement, suddenly certain that you have to see this through to the gruesome end.

Sam points at her bed, her ice blue eyes glittering and cold beneath the shadowy rim of her witch's hat. You crawl onto the bed and lie down, your heart now jack-hammering in your chest. Sam kneels at your feet and opens her mouth impossibly wide, her jaw making a quiet popping noise as it unhinges. Even as abject terror threatens to choke a scream from your lungs, your loins ache with passion. Sam takes your feet into her mouth, the wet pressure of her tongue wriggling against your heels. Just as your toes pass into her throat, she pauses, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Sam removes your feet from her mouth, your toes now dripping with saliva, and turns to Hannah.

“Why don't you make yourself useful and jerk him off while I swallow him.”

Hannah's nose wrinkles in revulsion. “Ew, no! I'm not into pervy little dweebs like him. And even if I were, you can't make me do anything I don't want to!”

Sam's smile widens into a shark-like grin, “Oh I can't, huh? Well, let's just see about that.” She pulls a tiny pouch from her robe and sprinkles a bit of dark red dust into her palm. She stands and walks up to Hannah. Even though the blonde girl is significantly taller than your friend, she shrinks back in fear. With lightning speed, Sam blows the powder directly into Hannah's face. The cheerleader coughs and rubs at her eyes, cursing in confusion. Sam closes her eyes and chants in a deep, resonant voice:

“Queen Titania and Lady Lilith, I invoke thee.
Grant power unto me, your glutinous devotee.
Bind this daughter of daylight to my dark will,
Her body is mine to fuck, torture, or kill.
Though her mind is her own, her flesh belongs to me.
She will now serve my feminine divinity.”

With these last words, Hannah trembles and then freezes. She stands stock still, her panicked eyes darting from side to side. “W-what did you do to me?! I can't move!”

Samantha claps in delight and bounces up and down, her breasts jiggling impressively. “Yay! It worked! Do you even know how hard that spell is, dude? I've only ever managed to cast it on a mouse before this. Now to see if the entire spell works...” She bites her lip thoughtfully, and then points at Hannah. “Get on your knees.” Hannah falls to her knees without hesitation.

“What is this?! I can't control my body! Sam! What are you doing to me?!” Her voice is ragged with terror.

Sam chuckles and replies, “I'm using you as my puppet.” She unfastens her cloak and lets it flutter to the ground. You stare, mesmerized by the generous curves of her plump ass. She turns around and bends over, her full red lips curling into an “oh” as she smothers Hannah's face with her voluptuous cheeks. Hannah squeals in horror, gagging and crying out in dismay, but her protests are quickly muffled by Sam's ample backside. “Do you have any idea how many people I've had to kill to get this ass? Eleven. Most of them were boys, but two of them weren't. If you're a good girl tonight, it'll stay that way. But, if you're no fun...” She rolls her hips, grinding herself against the blonde girl's face. “...you're going to be the third girl to come sliding out of this ass. Now lick me. Good... mmmm... yeah, put your tongue inside of me. Good girl.”

“MMMFFF!!! MFFFF!!!” Hannah attempts to scream in protest, even as she pushes her tongue inside of your friend's asshole.

Sam's cold eyes flick back to you. “Now... this wicked witch is fucking starving, and there appears to be a naked boy in my bed.” She rubs her belly and squeezes a roll of fat, chuckling when her pudgy stomach lets out an audible GUUURGLE! “Don't you know it's dangerous to look so tasty in front of a hungry witch? If you're not careful, you just might end up on tonight's menu.” She glances back at Hannah. “I'm going to eat him now, and you're going to give him a handjob while I dine. After he cums, you're going to lick my pussy until I tell you to stop.”

Hannah immediately stands and mechanically staggers over to the bed, a look of wide-eyed disbelief on her face. She sits beside you and reaches out a hand, her fingers gently taking hold of your shaft. You gasp, electrified with the sensation. The cheerleader grips your oiled cock and begins to slide her hand up and down the length of your penis. Hannah tosses her platinum blonde pigtails indignantly, and glares down at you spitefully. But despite her contempt for you, she only pumps her hand faster.

Samantha lowers herself onto all fours and crawls toward you with predatory feline grace. You watch her muscles work beneath full curves, her pale skin glowing in the candlelight. She licks her lips slowly as she closes in on you, drool still dripping from her chin. A tremor courses through your body as her lips close around your toes, your feet sliding into her mouth with a wet SHLORP! Sam lets out a primal growl of satisfaction and then swallows, the powerful muscles in her throat drawing your feet into her gullet with a loud GULP!

Hannah's grip tightens on your erect penis as she strokes your shaft, a look of utter loathing on her face. “You fucking disgust me. I can't believe you're just going to let her eat you.” She spits on your erection, simultaneously expressing her disdain and lubricating her grip. “I hope it hurts worse than you could ever imagine.” There's another squelching SLURP from below as Sam swallows you up to your knees. The slippery pressure of Sam's throat binds your lower legs, and you feel your feet pass into her stomach. You wriggle your toes against the wrinkly membrane of her stomach wall, acidic juices already causing your skin to tingle. Hannah snorts, “Seriously, what kind of a pervert wants to die like this? She's, like, totally going to digest you alive. But that's what you want, isn't it? To die screaming inside of her gut. To become fat on this psycho bitch's tits and ass.” Her mocking words only fuel your dark fantasies. This is what you were born for... to die screaming so that your friend might experience a few moments of pleasure. To nourish her body and fatten her plump curves. Sam's your best friend... but to her, you're just another meal. You shudder in ecstasy at the thought.

Hannah's lip curls in revulsion. “I hope it's fucking worth it, you twisted little dweeb.” Sam gulps and slurps her way up your thighs, her lips drawing closer and closer to your waist. Hannah delicately caresses your balls as she jerks you off, bringing you to the verge of climax. With a noisy GULP, Sam's lips slide up to the base of your cock. She wetly slurps your balls into her mouth, slathering them eagerly with her tongue. Your whole body goes stiff as a euphoric wave crashes over you. Your shaft pulses beneath Hannah's grip as you cum, white ropes of semen splattering the cheerleader's hand. She cries out in revulsion and wipes the sticky fluid onto your stomach, basting you with your load. Sam moans approvingly, clearly delighted by the additional seasoning.

Hannah stands stiffly and lurches over to Sam, her movements strangely mechanical. Clearly still under the influence of Samantha's binding spell, the blonde girl crouches behind her captor and stutters, “N-n-no! Please don't make me! I don't want--- MMFFFF!” Her words are cut off as she buries her face between Sam's legs and begins to lap at the silky folds of her pussy. Your friend squeals in delight and rocks her hips slowly against the cheerleader's face as she continues eating you. Sam's lips slide over the shaft of your cock, her pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement when you groan in response. The sensation of your veined member throbbing against the slick roof of her mouth is almost enough to make you cum a second time. She gently nibbles on your ass as she slurps her way up your body, savoring the tenderness of your flesh. With a sloppy SHLUUUURP, your waist passes into her gullet. She begins to work her way up your abs, her belly bulging as more and more of your body is crammed into the acrid prison of her stomach. She greedily gulps you up to your chest, the coating of olive oil on your skin assisting your trip down her throat.

As your orgasm subsides, you experience a moment of clarity. You look down at Sam's swollen gut, wondering if you've made a mistake. Sure, you've fantasized about this, but are you really willing to die this way? What the hell are you doing?! Caustic juices slosh over your lower body, leaving your skin raw and burning. You're starting to think that the reality of being digested alive might be more than you bargained for.

“S-S-Samantha?”

“Mmmf?”

“I d-don't think this is such a good idea. I mean... I don't really want to die. I think I've changed my mind.” The viscous tunnel of her throat begins to contract and vibrate strangely around your chest. It takes you a moment to realize that she's laughing at you. Your face burns red with shame and frustration. Isn't there any way out of this situation?!

Sadly, it looks like the only way out of this situation is through your friend's bowels. Sam forces your arms over your head and swallows you up to your neck. You begin to panic, but it's no use. You're trapped. Sam moans as Hannah uses her tongue to trace circles around the pink bud her clit. Your friend's full, ruby-red lips advance slowly, sliding over your face inch by inch. You whimper as the moist pressure of her mouth covers your chin, then your lips, then your nose. Finally, the world goes dark, her sparkling white teeth your last glimpse of the outside world. It only takes a few more seconds for Samantha to slurp up your arms like strands of spaghetti. With one last GULP your fingers slide between her lips, her teeth snapping shut behind them with an audible click.

You struggle to breathe within the pulsating tube of her gullet. Saliva dribbles into your eyes and mouth as undulating muscles draw you deeper and deeper with every swallow. At last, you're squeezed into her stomach. Your limbs bend uncomfortably as the tight space stretches to accommodate such a large meal. The inside of Sam's gut is swelteringly hot and acrid, the stench of bile causing you choke and gag. Pungent juices drip and ooze in the pitch blackness, forming a frothing pool around your lower body. Sam's heart thumps loudly all around you, quickening as Hannah continues to pleasure her. Glooop! SQUUIIIIIIRRRP! GLORP! Her stomach groans deafeningly as it begins the process of digesting its latest meal. You tell yourself that this is what you wanted... that this is your deepest, darkest fantasy come true. But the visceral reality of stewing inside of your best friend's stomach is far more intense than you could have imagined. Soon, every inch of your flesh begins to itch and burn horribly, causing you to squirm in discomfort. Your movements become more frantic as gobs of acid burn your eyes. Sam shivers with sadistic lust at the sensation of your struggles, a fiery rush of ecstasy surging within her core. You try to remain silent, hoping to retain your dignity in the face of an inevitable death, but a single ragged scream escapes your lips. Samantha lets out a series of shallow gasps followed by a long guttural moan as she cums. You scream again as her stomach contracts and grinds painfully against your raw skin.



With a satisfied sigh, Samantha collapses onto her bed, crushing you beneath her weight. She gazes back at Hannah with half-lidded eyes and smirks lazily. “You can stop now.” Hannah immediately staggers back, her makeup smeared and her face dripping with the juices of your friend's arousal. She blushes at the indignity of her situation. “Mmm... what a treat. Hahaha! Was it everything you hoped for? BUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!” Sam lets out a thunderous belch and then rolls onto her back, her gigantic belly wobbling precariously. A rosy glow lights her cheeks as she tenderly caresses the taught skin of her protruding stomach.

Hannah gazes at Sam in disbelief and horror. She self-consciously smooths out the wrinkles in her barmaid costume and clears her throat, “Um, Sam? W-what do we do now?”

Sam meets her gaze and shrugs, “Now we go to the dance.”

Hannah shakes her head, “Won't people, um, notice... your, uh...?” She awkwardly points at Sam's gut, flinching as you squirm inside.

Sam laughs, “Hahaha! Yeah, that's kind of the idea. I'll just tell people it's a prosthetic. Like, movie magic or whatever. I mean, who's gonna believe that I actually swallowed someone whole? Besides, Steve will be expecting me.”

“I-I guess...”

“Isn't Halloween great?! I get to dress all slutty and party with a belly full of man-meat... and I don't even have to disguise it! And I get to drag you around all night too!” She grabs Hannah's leash and tugs on it demonstrate her point. Hannah staggers, but manages to keep her balance. Samantha's eyes narrow dangerously as she speaks, “But if you try to tell anyone the truth, I'll fucking eat you and shit you out.” She tips her witch's hat flirtatiously, “Besides, no one would believe you anyways.”

“I p-promise I won't snitch, okay. Don't hurt me. I'm just, like, not sure that this is good idea or whatever.”

“You don't get a choice.” Sam stands up carefully, her legs straining to support your weight. As she gains her feet, she twists her fingers into a series of strange symbols and mutters, “Might of giants grant me power, strength of bull and beauty of flower.” She steadies herself and stands tall, no longer struggling to hold up her massive gut. “There. That's better. If I'm going to a dance, I've gotta be strong enough to actually dance, right? Now hand me my cloak.” She glances down at her exposed breasts and giggles, “I guess I'll probably need a bra and mini skirt too. I have an understanding with the faculty, but even they have their limits.”

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