Deal Gone Wrong, Dinner gone right. (Patreon)

Deal gone wrong, Dinner Gone right

Whitney stood at the corner of an alley next to the Serval Coffee shop where she had agreed to meet up with her contact. She held her purse tightly feeling awkward as people walked by. She was almost certain nobody was paying attention to her but she didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about her just loitering aimlessly thinking she may be looking for mischief or trouble…not that she wasn’t.

Just earlier that day she had confirmed with her Servalslist contact to meet up at that very location to make a trade on a very particular and rare item. Something that Whitney had been searching for for a very long time. The final piece she needed to complete her rare collection was the insanely unique Mint condition Rookie Suzie Futherfall, collector’s edition Rackball Card. Suzie Futherfall was a hometown Serval City Rackball sports hero and was retiring next year after 20 years of rackball. This was a rare must have for any serious rackball card collector. And Whitney was about to have it all to herself. She couldn’t believe her luck of finding this rare cared while browsing the Servalslist website on her lunchbreak at work the other day. All she needed to do for the trade was was “Provide a hearty dinner” and the person would hand the card right over. For a moment Whitney thought it was a bit of a fishy request, but decided It was probably just some lonely old dude who was  on his last leg and looking for company. She could handle herself. And this was too good an opportunity to pass up on. She grinned to herself daydreaming about her lucky break!

“Heya, Are you WinDciti92?” Asked a voice from behind her, startling a quick squeak out of Whitney. She Spun around quickly facing the source of the unexpected voice. She sighed relieved when she saw woman that snuck up behind her wasn’t attacking her.

“Oh my gawd! You scared the Be-jesus outta me!” Whitney huffed.

“Haha. Sorry about that hon. I’m supposed to meet somebody here for dinner and since my gym is here I jog down this alley as a short cut home.“ The woman said. She was about 6 feet tall and quite lovely with a natural Bronze brownish skin tone and long red curly hair. It was a warm day but Whitney supposed the lady was a bit underdressed wearing only blue spandex pants a purple sports bra and matching running shoes. She was obviously quite proud about her body shamelessly showing off her flat toned stomach and cleavage or her sizeable bosom. 

“Oh! Are you BigBite88?” Whitney asked suddenly excited and forgetting all about the sudden scare. 

“Yes Ma’am. I’m Kalima. What’s your name?” The woman asked extending her hand and shaking whitney’s.

“Whitney. Yes yes, Nice to meet you…” Whitney said shaking Kalima’s hand. Unable to contain herself, whitney asked “So…umm… may I, see it?” 

“Oh, you’re certainly anxious. Sure…Hope you dint mind the boob sweat. When I’m working out I don’t like carrying a lot of stuff with me.” Kalima said before reaching in the crevice of her big breasts and pulling out the hard flat plastic sealed Rackball card from her deep cleavage. She held it up for Whitney to see how great of a condition it was in, but just as Whitney began to reach for it Kalima slipped it right back into her cleavage canyon.

“Aww…uh. It looks in good condition.” Whitney stuttered her eyes staring at the bosom where the card was safely tucked away.

“Mint condition” Kalima corrected.

“Great. Mint condition. SO…where would you like to get dinner? Ill buy you whatever you want in whatever quantity.”

“Well…I’ve got to be getting home soon. My show comes on in about thirty minutes. So I figure here is as good a place as any.” Kalima said walking back further into the alley. The sun was beginning to set, and the tall alleyway walls were beginning to block the light from the lowering sun. 

“Here? Where? Is there a restaurant back here?” Whitney asked following Kalima closely, not wanting to take her eyes off the woman who held her greatest desire captive.

“No restaurant sweetie. I prefer back alley treats...Ya’ know. Tasty little cuties you find alone in dark alleys.” Kalima said stopping in the darkest most secluded part of the alley. Whitney stopped too watching confused as Kalima turned back around to face her. 

“I’m not sure what you mean…” Whitney said suddenly sweating.

“I mean I prefer sweet, tasty gullible cuties…Like….YOU!” Kalima roared opening her mouth and stretching her jaws wider than Whitney had ever seen.

Before she could shriek in terror, Kalima had grabbed Whitney’s arms and pulled her close while covering the shocked girl’s entire head with her saliva wet drooling mouth. Too late, Whitney tried to scream, but to no avail as her face was jammed into the back of Kalmia’s mouth and sucked roughly down the tight tube of her throat and esophagus. Terrified at what was happening Whitney tried to fight as best she could against Kalima’s tight grip but Kalima was oh so very strong.

In just a few quick minutes Kalima swallowed Whitney whole alive and kicking. Quickly inching her stretched lips over the girl’s neck shoulders torso and legs she did her best to taste every bit of the delicious gullible card collector sliding down her throat. Kalima knew time was short and she had to act fast getting this hearty meal down if she wanted to remain uninterrupted. There’s nothing worse than having to run for cover with half a person hanging out side of your maw kicking wildly. Not that Whitney wasn’t kicking wildly right now. As Kalima felt Whitney’s head and shoulders begin entering and stretching out her formerly flat muscular stomach she grabbed the girl’s thighs and lifted her up in the air gain a better angle to devour her prey.

With just a few more loud gulps all that remained of Whitney was her wiggling feet as Kalima discarded her slip on shoes in a nearby trash dumpster. Finally a last gulp and several wet licks sent those feet and toes down Kalima’s throat to join the rest of the girl in the hugely swollen stewing belly. 

*BUUUUURRRRRORORRRURP* 

Kalima’s belch echoed throughout the alleyway. Kalima smiled and licked her lips, collecting the last of the flavor of her delicious hearty dinner. She rubbed her hands over the exposed brown flesh of her engorged belly and caressed the bulges Whitney made as she moved around within. 

“Wow, that was quite the dinner….what was your *hic* name again?” Kalima said. Whitney yelled something from the confines of the stomach, but Kalima couldn’t make it out and didn’t really care.

“I guess, you’ve earned this card.” Kalima said patting her breast with one hand and rubbing her belly with the other as she began waddling out of the dark alley into the remaining light of the day. “Too bad the only way you’ll get it is by becoming fat on my ass and tits. But hey, better than nothing right”

Turning the corner, Kalima began her waddle-walk two block to her Serval City apartment building. Kalima walked slowly looking like a woman pregnant with active fighting quadruplets, belching, hiccupping and massaging her digesting huge mass of a belly all the way. 

The end.