When Sam swaggers into the gymnasium where the dance is being held, everyone gasps. Her pointed hat is cocked at a jaunty angle on her head, and swollen gut wobbles and bounces with every step. Everyone at the dance is thoroughly impressed by her costume. Her tantalizingly scant clothing and leashed companion alone would have been enough to turn heads, but her hyper-realistic “prosthetic” belly is the star of the show. You cry out in pain as you feel at least five hands prod your slowly digesting body. Your classmates “ooh” and “ah” at how realistic the skin feels, giggling at the sound of your muffled screams.
“Oh shit- you have speakers in there too?!”
“So cool--”
“--feels like something's actually moving inside!”
“--no way it cost less than a thousand bucks.”
“--greatest costume ever!
Sam giggles and tips her hat to her fans. “Thanks guys. I'm sure 'Hansel' here would be glad to know he's appreciated!” A nerdy boy dressed as Spiderman plunges his hand into the soft flesh of Sam's belly and kneads her fat eagerly. You groan and squirm helplessly as his probing fingers cause a large chunk of your skin to slough off into the rising digestive stew. When Sam notices the growing bulge in the nerd's tights, she winks at him and purrs, “Wait your turn, Spidey. I've gotta finish digesting Hansel first! Hahaha!” She blows him a kiss, and the boy nervously shuffles back into the crowd.
The opening notes of a song begin to play, and Samantha struts toward the dance floor with Hannah in tow. She moves with a predatory elegance that's seemingly at odds with her heavy gut. Her tall heels click precisely with every step, and her distended belly jiggles dramatically as she walks. With a beaming smile on her face, Sam throws her hands in the air and shouts, “Now who's ready to fucking party?!!” The crowd of costumed students cheer simultaneously, rushing to join her on the dance floor as a bass line begins to thump rhythmically. Steve sidles up to Sam as upbeat pop music begins to blare. The jock is dressed as a shirtless Greek warrior, complete with a cheap cape and plastic sword. Sam's eyes sparkle with delight as she looks him up and down, appreciating the rippling muscles of his bare torso.
The football player ogles Sam's costume and shouts over the music, “That costume is wild! It's-- kinda sexy!”
Sam's eyes glitter coldly and she strokes her boyfriend's cheek fondly, “I know. Now shut the hell up and dance with me!” She glances over at Hannah, who hangs her head forlornly. Given her ridiculous attire, her dejected expression almost looks comical. Sam snaps in a voice that's too quiet for Steve to overhear, “You too.” Her lip curls maliciously, “You're gonna unleash your inner skank out tonight. I wanna see you dance like the slut you are. Grind on me. Grind on Steve. Rub yourself all over this boy-toy in my belly until he's nothing but mush. I want every person in here talking about you tomorrow.”
Hannah's eyes bug out wildly, “No! Please no!” Somehow, the prospect of being humiliated in front of her classmates is more terrifying than anything else she's experienced today. And yet her body begins to move in time to the music. Tears well in her eyes she bends over and begins to twerk. A group of her fellow cheerleaders point and laugh. She couldn't even imagine being any more humiliated... and then she remembers that she's not wearing any panties. Her face burns with shame as the other students stare slack-jawed at her exposed ass and pussy. She dips and sways her hips seductively to the beat as she transitions into a series of increasingly raunchy dance moves. The tempo of the song speeds up, and the cheerleader presses her ass firmly against Sam's belly. She grinds her hips in time to the music, occasionally dipping low and then rubbing herself across Sam's stomach on the way up. You let out a bubbling howl of agony as Hannah presses her shapely backside against your slowly softening body. Several of your ribs break with a sickening crunch, and even more of your skin detaches and slides into the rising slurry of meat and bile. Things only get worse as Sam begins to bounce in time with the music, sloshing acid across your half-digested form. Your shrieks of pain become hoarse and inhuman, but the deafening music drowns out your desperate pleas for mercy.
The next two hours are a red haze of unbearable torment and pounding music. You barely cling to consciousness as digestive juices seep into your exposed muscles, dissolving tendons and ligaments with ruthless efficiency. Sam laughs wildly as she dances, her heartbeat loud and rapid around you. Large chunks of flesh detach from your body, exposing raw bone beneath. You manage to leverage your body in a way that protects your penis and balls from the worst of the acidic onslaught, but given the horrible burning sensation between your legs, you can't imagine they'll last much longer.
As the final song of the evening ends, Sam throws her hands in the air and cheers, “Wooooo!” Her pale skin glistens with sweat, and her cheeks are flushed with exertion. You let out a hoarse croak from within her gut, and your friend beams down at you. “You know, 'Hansel', you're pretty good at dancing! Hahaha! How you doin' in there, dude?”
Your voice is raw and wet sounding as you struggle to form words, “Kkkk... Mmm. Kkk-kkkk... Kkkilll meeee. P-p-please kill meeee...”
“Not just yet, tough guy.” She pokes her belly, prompting a muffled whimper from within. “The night's just getting started!” She grabs hold of Hannah's leash with one hand and pulls the cheerleader close. Sam then turns to her boyfriend with a toothy smile and bats her eyelashes, “We're gonna go powder our noses or whatever. Wait here til I'm finished?”
Steve brushes back a lock of dark hair, “Sure, babe.”
Sam pecks the football player on his cheek, and then spins on her heel, pulling Hannah toward a shadowy corner of the gymnasium. Sam surreptitiously glances around to see if anyone's looking, and then slips into the cavernous darkness behind the bleachers. Hannah mewls in fear and strains against her leash, not wanting to follow. But with a hard yank, she's pulled into the blackness with Sam.
As soon as both girls are out of sight, Sam draws Hannah close, her breath hot against the cheerleader's cheek. Hannah whimpers and tries to squirm out of her grip, “W-what are you doing?”
Sam reaches a hand beneath Hannah's skirt and caresses her inner thigh. Hannah gasps at the sensation, an involuntary flush of arousal coloring her cheeks. Sam gently nibbles on the blonde girl's earlobe and mutters, “What do you think I'm doing, Han?” Her hand wanders up the cheerleader's thigh until her fingers brush against the lips of her labia. She teasingly traces circles around the other girl's sex, feeling the smooth lips of her vagina become wet with need. With a wicked giggle, your friend slides two fingers into Hannah's pussy. The cheerleader leans into your friend's caress, her back arching like a drawn bow. Her lip quivers as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, her defiant spirit finally broken. “I'm doing exactly what you think I am. I'm playing with my food.”
Hannah chokes out an anguished protest between shallow gasps of pleasure, “Ahhh... No, p-please. Not that. Oooh! D-d-on't eat me!”
Sam whispers into the cheerleader's ear, her voice low and taunting, “Doesn't this feel good?” Hannah nods helplessly, her eyes shut tight. “You like being my plaything, don't you?” Again, Hannah nods, tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. “Just imagine how good it'll feel sliding down my throat... so wet and dark. My tongue between your legs.” She licks the cheerleader's face from chin to brow. “Don't worry, I'll give you a little send-off before you die.”
From within your churning hell, you feel a pang of pity. Hannah may have bullied you over the years, but she doesn't deserve to die, does she? You cough weakly as a bubble of rancid air rises from the sludge of digested flesh and acid that surrounds you. Squuuuiiirp... Bloop! You struggle to think clearly through the haze of agony. You wouldn't wish this torture on your worst enemy. But you only have a little strength left... is it worth spending your last reserve of energy to plead for Hannah's life? What do you do?
