What are friends for...? (2nd POV) (Patreon)

What are friends for…?

It’s a cool summer night and you briefly realize your hands are shaking as you step into the cozy  familiar cafe. Rubbing your hands together, wishing it was actually cold weather that was making them shake like this, you meander into the sparsely patronized establishment. Nodding a greeting at a similar waitress, you soon see your friend and coworker Tameka whom you had arranged to meet this evening. As you head over Tameka notices you and waves.

“Hey Tameka. “ you say gravely, your voice carrying the foreboding weight of the news you carry.”

“Hey Hon. Damn boy, what’s going on with you?”  She asks cocking her eyebrow as she watches you slouch in your seat at the table. There are already two Mocha coffees on the table, one obviously for you. You begin to reach for it but feeling the tremor in your hands you stop, putting your hands in your pockets.

“I’m...im sorry i had to call you out here so late. There’s something I gotta tell you, and I dont think it’s something that should be done over the phone.” You say, looking at the table, not wanting to raise your eyes to look at you friends concerned face. 

“Oookay...What is it? You get somebody pregnant? Spit it out. You’re freaking me out a bit.”

“Nah. Nothing like that. It’s about Justina...She’s gone.” 

“What the hell you talking about?  What you mean she’s gone?” 

“I…we...she...” You hesitate, taking a deep before continuing. Tameka leans back sipping her cafe mocha with an incredulous look on her face. 

“Okay look the other day Justina and I went to the mall. We stopped at chipotle to get some food as after we ate we were just sitting and chatting an all…”

“Mmkay...and what? You two an item now?”

“No no...just listen. So we’re chillin’ n talking and this tall badass lady comes up to us. Like, She’s stacked, kinda looks like a pornstar or something. “

“Mmhmm…” Tameka responds looking briefly at her buzzing phone indicating a message, checking it and putting it back down.

“Anyways, “ You go on “..she says she needed some help picking out an outfit and asked if Justina could help her narrow it down. So Justina goes to help and they go off to a store. I stay in the food court, y'know. I figured it shouldn't take long and i had nothing going on...” You take a sip of you’re cafe mocha, as you think how to say the rest.

“So like twenty minutes goes by and I figured they forgot about me. So I go over to the store to see what’s going on. The place is completely empty...except for some weird noises coming from the dressing room area in the back..’ You take another breath to compose yourself before you go on. You squeeze the warm mug in your hands thankful for it’s warmth. “ It was totally silent except for those weird noises. Loud wet slurping sounds.I...I saw Justina’s shoes on the floor near the dressing room entrance. I walked in and…and...” You stop staring down into your mug.

“What? What’d you see?” Tameka urged. “Go on? Is she a lesbian? I knew it!”

“Look.”  you say sternly thumping the mug on the table. ”I know this is going to sound crazy, but I mean it. Every bit of it..”

“Okay okay, Im listening. Go on” Tameka says somewhat sobered by your reaction.

“I walked in to the dressing room area, following the sounds and I saw…” You brace yourself and blurt it out. “I SAW that lady Eating Justina!”

“HA!” Tameka blurts out also. “So she IS A LESBIAN! I fucking knew it!”

“What!? What the...NO!” You snap, your patience wearing thin. “ NO! I mean that lady was EATING JUSTINA. Eating her like a snake or some freaky movie monster. She was fucking swallowing her whole!”

“Uuhh...?” Tameka starts, the unbelieving look of credulity plastered on her face.

“I know. I Know it sounds crazy. But i saw it. Her clothes were off and scattered on the floor. Her legs were all that was left uneaten when i walked in. “ You huff trying to steady yourself. “They...they were kicking in the air like she was dancing upside down...”

Yo run through the scene in your head again, like you’ve done for the last 24 hours. You remember the that lovely woman’s mouth agape and grotesquely stretched around Justina’s thighs. You remember The tattoo on Justin’s right thigh wet with saliva as it’s pulled into the womans huge filled cheeks with a wet *SLUCK*. You remember the woman's throat and chest bulging with the justina thick body, and how under beneath the woman’s currently only slightly swelling stomach you saw the impressions of justina’s face and hands pushing and writhing desperately against the skin. Most of all you remember the woman’s look of amusement as she devoured your friend whole and the shame as you sprinted out of the dressing room to look for help and the despair when you returned with security to find out you were too late.

“I’m so sorry...I had to tell you in person. I...I…”

“Boy you crazy.” Tamika interrupted. “I don't know what kind prank you’re trying to pull, but you should’ve let Justina in on it.”

“Wha? What do you mean?” you ask confused”

“What I mean is i’ve been texting Justina all day today. She’s on her way here because I told her to meet us for dinner.” she said pulling out her phone with a smug look on her face. “And guess what; she aint say nothing about being eaten out or eaten up or whateva.

“Oh shit! Don't go. It’s gotta be a trap.” You plead suddenly nervous. The lady could be there right now watching them.  “That’s not her. That lady must have justina’s phone.”

“Oh geez. You’re persistent with this stilly prank. Look, when she gets here you’ll see. She texted a bit ago . said she’s nearby.”

“Fuck.” You snarl, looking around sharply only now realizing that your back has been to the door the whole time. Not seeing the man-eating woman’s face among the customers you settle down a bit. 

“Oh geez.” Tameka says standing and grabbing her phone. “I gotta use the ladies room. I'll be right back. Watch my purse okay. 

“Sure. Just hurry back. “ you say distracted eyes still cutting about the cafe.

You sit back sipping your drink as you wait for Tameka’s return. Few moments later you pull out your phone. Sometime after that you finish your mocha realizing she’s been gone for quite a while. You decide to wait a bit longer in case she’s handling some ‘major business’ in he bathroom, but after more time passes you get up to inquire. Just as you rise to ask the waitress if she’s seen Tameka your phone buzzes in your hand.

The screen reads T-MEEKZ and you get a sudden sinking feeling in your stomach. Why would Tameka be calling you from the bathroom? Unless…

“H-Hello? “ You answer hesitantly, flopping back to your chair and brining the phone to your ear with both hands shaking. 

“BWOOOOUUUOOUUURRRRAAAUUURRRP” Errupts the response, a belch so loud you have to snatch the phone from your ear until it subsides.

“Mmm…’Scuse me. Hello yourself.” Flows an unexpectedly smooth low voice from the other end. A familiar voice from the food court. A voice that’s definitely not Tameka’s voice. “It’s nice finally speaking to you. Tameka has told me so much about you.“

“Who the hell are you? Where’s Tameka!?”  You ask trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Mmm...Ah yes, Tameka. I meant to tell you, you’ve got wonderfu-uoOURP*...mmnn...wonderful taste in friends.” Replied the silky voice. “Oh, and  I think you know very well where Tasty lil’ Tameka is. After all, last time we met you got a good look where your scrumptious meaty friend Justina was going. ”

“No...Damn you. What the hell do you want? Why are you doing this?” 

“Why?” She says with a chuckle. “ Because I’m hungry. And tasty women are my favorite ..*Hurp*...*treats...But there’s something else I like too. Wanna guess what it is?”

“Fuck you lady. Let my friend go now or I swear I’ll...I’ll…” Your threat falters from the weight of the situation and your powerlessness.

“You want her then Come meet me, and maybe I’ll let her go. Of course you must come alone, and if you try to tell anyone...well...maybe I have one of these people in this phone’s contact list for lunch tomorrow. Mmm...Shay sounds tasty.”

“Okay okay fine.” You concede, shuddering at the idea of this gluttonous monster devouring another friend. You write down the address she give you and the time with a paper and pen you find in tameka’s bag. 

“Better hurry Hon, Tameka isn't as feisty as she u-uUORP* …used to be.” with that the phone hung up.

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Twenty minutes later you stand in front of the door of the apartment specified over the phone. In your hand you carry Tameka’s purse, not wanting to leave it unattended knowing if you’re somehow able to bargain for her freedom she’d kick your ass for leaving it at the cafe.. Taking a deep breath you knock on the door. After no response you knock again before trying the door knob. To your surprise the knob turns in your hand, opening to a well furnished albeit poorly lit living room. 

“Hello? I’m here like you wanted.” you call out into the quiet apartment. Despite your common sense and every lesson ever learned in a horror movie, you step into the dark living room. You call out again and after stint of silence you remember the lady has Tameka’s cellphone. You pull yours out an place the call jumping at the sound of Tameka’s ringtone blasting at full volume from down the darkened hallway. 

“Of course it’s further down the dark hallway...” You mutter to yourself following the sound. You switch the hallway light on giving a degree of light to the apartment. You follow the sound into a bedroom on the right and peaking in spot the phone glowing in the center of a king sized bed in the darkened bedroom. Hastily you walk to the bed and pick up the cell phone needlessly confirming it’s Tameka’s when you feel something connected to the case snap as you pick it up. Before you realize what it means a mesh net drops atop of you from the ceiling. As you struggle in the dark beneath the confines of the net you hear the front door of the apartment close, followed by a clicking sounds of locks securing the exit. 

“Welcome to my apartment. I had to step out for a bit, but I’m glad yo-OoURRaP* ...you let yourself in.” Called the predator’s familiar voice. You hear her heavy footsteps as she makes her way down the hall and struggle harder to get free, only tangling yourself further. Suddenly light floods the bedroom as the bright overhead lights are turned on, making you squint momentarily as your eyes focus. 

“I see you found your Tasty friend’s phone...” She teases. You hear her step into the room.  “And it looks like you’ve made yourself comfortable on my bed. You’re cute but a bit…*HOURP*...presumptuous, don't you think? 

As your eyes finally adjust you see the predator woman in a amazonian beauty. She’s tall, just over six feet, with Long hair and lovely Yellow-green eyes. She has a brilliant smile as she looks down at you that contrasts her smooth chocolate brown complexion. Her body is as solid and voluptuous as you remember from the mall, only in addition to her luscious breasts and ample ass her once flat stomach now bulged immensely with what could only be the forms of Tameka’s squirming body compacted with Justina’s less active one  The burgeoning mass of compacted bodies churning about in the huge engorged monstress’s stomach only seems to give her the slightest discomfort as she approaches the bed where you lay bound and immobilized. As she stands over you, her belly button inches from your face you hear the muffled voice of Tameka beneath the louder gurgling of the belabored stomach working to digest.

“Let me go lady!  We had a deal.” You say in as threatening a tone as you can manage.

“Now that’ we're officially acquainted you can call me Gayla.  As for a deal, I don't recall promising anything Sweetie. I said if you come to me then MAYBE I let this tasty one go. But after taking so long I think she’s gonna stay right where she is.” She says as a protrusion of a Tameka’s fist protrudes briefly from the spherical. “*HoURP*...Mmnn...Beside’s I think she’s quite cozy inside my belly.” 

Gayla caresses her glorping swollen belly as she turns resting her lovely ass on the bed beside you. She then shifts so her huge gut is resting on the bed, the weight on the mattress causing it to dip causing you to slide down the slope to rest against it. Now your face is presses her soft fleshy hip as your subdued wiggling body rests against the distended woman-gorged stomach. You squirm unsuccessfully against the pull of gravity trying to get away.

“What do you want from me?” You ask turning your head, so as not to be muffled by Gayla’s pollowy haunch.” You lure me here with a deal and now won't release her and you got me tied up. Now what?”

“Well, I guess there’s two things. One, You know my secret. I ate two of you’re yummy girlfriends. I can't just leave you free to rat on me. Sorry, Hon, but I’ve g-ourp* ...got plans next weekend. Whoa...settle down in there girly. You’re giving me gas.” Gayla says as she pats her stomach forcefully until Tameka’s recent protests settle down. 

You sigh as you watch with resignation, understanding there’s nothing to be done. Gayla played you and has got you dead to rights. Justina and Tameka are nothing but more than food now for this monstrous goddess of a woman. To Gayla Tameka’s strongest most desperate thrashings to escape are nothing more than slightest  indigestion.You rationalize you will probably soon suffer the same fate of being devoured an digested for your failure.

“The second reason...” Gayla continues, looking down on you from above. Despite her obviously dominant position she seemed ever so slightly to fluster as she spoke“...I’ve got to say, something about you intrigued me.

What do you mean?” you ask genuinely curious of what could intrigue a woman like this other than the potential for another human meal.

“Well, when you caught me halfway through my lunch that day…”

You mean when you were swallowing my friend whole and alive,” you interject sarcastically

“Yes yes, then. I'm so glad you remember. Smartass...” she said equally sarcastic before continuing. “When i looked at you, in that moment before you ran off...well, i don't know if you realized it, but right then I saw your...uh…”

“My what?” you asked nervously hoping she isnt talking about what you think she is.

“Well...I saw that. “ Gayla pointed at the full on throbbing erection pressing relentlessly against your pants, extending down your pants leg.  “I’ve never seed a man pop a boner so fast in my whole life. It got me thinking, that maybe you kinda actually like what you saw.” 

“W-what? N-no that's ridiculous!” You lie trying to roll away so that your hardon is not so pronounced. As you do she holds you in place with one hand on your shoulder as she begins to turn more toward you purposefully pushing her profusely bloated belly against your crotch. You shudder in pleasure and mortification. 

“Is it really that ridiculous?’ Gayla whispers, reaching her hand down and rubbing it up and down over the length of your dick’s outline through your pants leg. “ I’ve heard about guys like you. Guys that for one reason or another are into big bellies...or more specifically, women who eat people to get big bellies. See, look at that. You’re as hard as a *Hic*...a rhino horn.” 

You shudder as Gayla begins shifts again and begins to untangle parts of the net that are knotted around your crotch and thighs, yet still leaving your arms and legs securely bound. Soon Gayla has freed your manhood from both the netting and your cloths and begins to gently stroke your rigid sensitive member. You squirm, moaning in both  pleasure any angst,  unable to resist the unanticipated handjob. You hear muffled cries and loud churning from Gayla’s stomach that is working diligently on your friends and feel both guilty and turned on by situation.

“I’m...so confused”  you reluctantly admit as you inadvertently begin to thrust your hips along with the steadily increasing speed of the strokes. With her other free hand she, removes her top, exposing her heavy round breasts and hardened nipples. In a feverd moment  of lust you want nothing more than to have your hands freed to cup theos large beautiful succulent orbs and fondle them. A bulge protrudes from Galya’s churning stomach , jabbing you in the side snapping you back to reality.

“Oh I *Hic-OURP* I get that. I guess i’d be a bit confused too if i was horny for the woman who just devoured my buddies whole and alive. It’s probably natural. “ Gayla says, slowing her pace steadily until she stops. She stares at you seriously. More serious than you’ve seen her up until this point.. “But then again...This is YOUR FANTASY isn't it? I bet you neveo-OURP* ...never even expected something like this could happen. But here you are..and here i am. And now the question is...what’s next?”

“W-what do you mean?” You ask playing dumb. You know what she wants to know. But you dont want to answer. How could you make a decision like this. How can you pick between your friends and the realization of your biggest fantasy.

“I MEAN…” she says “...I’m giving you a choice Sweetheart. You can either have me; I guess we can go on a few dates, mess around a bit and see where this thing goes. Or you can be with your friends...well Tameka at least She’s still putting up quite a fight.. I’m not sure sure about the other girl though. She isnt gonna be much of a conversation for a while...she’s deep in there. “ A deep uncomfortable gurgle bubbles up from deep inside of Gayla’s stomach, escaping as an  enormous belch. 

**BWUUOAAOOURRRAAARRRRRUUP**

“Hmmph…’Scuse me. “ Gayla apologizes wiping the sides of her mouth. Patting her stomach she continues. “ So, I’ll leave it up to you. You want to take me for a out and have some fun, or do you want play the hero? Save your homegirls here? ”

You sigh deeply knowing there’s really only one option. You may have had aspirations of heroism earlier on, saving your friends from the bowels of a vicious demon. You may even have had the gall to turn her down, if she had made the offer and you were both standing on equal footing. But lying here, bound and prone and with a boner like the eiffel tower in her warm embrace, you know the decision was made long ago. Even if you did turn her down, you know you’d more than likely be devoured as is, compressed and crammed right into the same caustic gut chamber with Tameka and Justina. Hell, you’ll probably end up there eventually you figure not wanting to know how breaking up with an apex predator would go.

“OKay I see what’s going on here.” You say staring intensely back at her. “ You did all this,so you could meet me? I don't know if i’m pissed off or flattered.” You may have given up but you are not gonna go out like a bitch.  

“Hey it’s not my fault you have such mouthwatering friends.” She says cocking her eyebrow, an amused smirk curling her lip.

“Yea? Well i'm glad you enjoyed them. At least next time let me get a say in who you gobble up. I’ve got a bunch of asshole acquaintances i wouldn't mind you munching on.”

“Next time? So you’ve decided to take me up on my offer?” She says, sounding slightly relieved.

“Hmmm...Okay, so about that…” you say, realizing this is your moment and turning the charm on maximum. “...I’ve gotta say you read me like a book and ultimately I admit I am flattered. I never imagined a beautiful woman like you from the depths of my darkest fantasy would ever want me to go on a date with her. But we gotta lay some ground rules if we’re going to do this.’”

“Ground rules?” Gayla asks sounding a bit vexed by the idea.” Like what?”

“First off, I want full access to rub this huge gorgeous bloated belly every time you hunt. But I need you to untie me for that.”

“Mmmm….I like that rule…” she coos happily running her fingers gently up and down the length of your exposed cock. ”What else?”

“W-well ..” You say trying to maintain focus as she fondles you. “ S-second, don’t eat my friends or family. Like I said i got assholes you can grub on, but let me set that up. Cool?’

“Ah fine…*HOURP* I guess that’s fair.” Gayla concedes begrudgingly. You see bulges pushing about Gayla’s gut as Tameka’s thrashings start up again. You wonder if she heard you and is reacting to the betrayal. Confirming your suspicions Gayla claps her hand over her vigorously active belly saying “Hear that lunchmeat? You’re homeboy is my boyfriend now!” 

“Oh geez.” you groan embarrassed before asking “So, when are you gonna untie me?”

“Maybe later sweetie.I can't risk you having a change of heart and trying to run away I gurgle these meaty bitches down into ass and titty meat....” Gayla says, shifting her position on the bed so she’s not only laying next to you , her her massive heavy belly and meaty breasts resting on your legs, but now her face is eye level with your boner. 

“Remember when i asked *Slurp*  if you knew what i like *lick* as much as tasty women treats *shlup*? “ She asks lickin up and downt he lengh of your rigid manhood like it was a popsicle. You grunt in response as she continues. “ It’s a big *sloorp* tasty *lick* cock *SLU-ULK* ”

With the fervor in which Gayla attacks your erection, hungrily deepthroating , licking and sucking your every inch of it, you have no doubt she is telling the truth. Between the previous handjob and the slick warm suction of her cavernous mouth mercilessly and repeatedly devouring your manhood you feel yourself approaching climax. Moments later unable to hold back even if you wanted to, you explode into Gaylas gullet. To your relief, she moans happily as you cum in her mouth. After swallowing the initial load Galya begins sucking on your hypersensitive cock like a straw, searching for every last ounce of semen you have, leaving you nearly unconsous from the orgeastic exstacy.

“Hhoooly shit…” You wheeze when you’re able to feel your face again. “...If that’s how you do on a first date then you can eat whatever and whoever you want girl. Fuuck.”

“MMm-hmm… Yea,I thought you *Hurp*... might come around.. “ Gayla replied sitting up and wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingertips before licking them clean. “ But don’t worry. I won't make too much of a habit of eating people you know. I actually owe your delicious friends now that i think about it. 

“Yea? You think so? Im sure they may disagree.” You say skeptically, testing your restraints briefly still wanting to be free.

“Well i certainly found them quite agreeable” Gayla joked patting her stomach, invoking only the slightest twitch from the probably jizz-coated occupant. “ But If It wasn't Justina I wouldn't have seen you pop that big ass boner. And if it wasn't for Tameka here, I wouldn't have been able to lure you here to...convince you.”

“Well If you put it that way I’m sure they understand. What are friend for after all?” You say sarcastically, utterly unconvinced.

“Apparently they’re for Dinner.” Gayla says with a wink.

“OH geez…You’re the worst.” You say, laughing out loud despite yourself.

The End,