Summer Script Finalist B: Party Food (Patreon)

(The scene opens in a large, modern-styled house.  Neon lights flash and dart about the interior and occasionally shine out the windows. Bassy hip-hop music booms out from large speakers. Competing with the noisy music is the chattering and cheering of young adults.  The air smells of alcohol, sugary fake fruit, and smoke of a mixed variety.  While the living room is the life of the party, the point of interest is a side room with a few armchairs, a loveseat, and a sofa. On the loveseat, two people are sitting.  One is a fair-skinned girl with dark hair and a more trendy/modern rendition of an emo or goth look. The other stood in stark contrast to her; she was a tan blonde with an ornate outfit that really exuded the gyaru aesthetic.)

BLAIR:

(An abrupt gurgle comes from the abdomen of the blonde sitting with her.) God, Kat, how many drinks have you had? (Her voice is unenthusiastic, consistent with her “bad girl” aesthetic.)

KAT:

(She gulps down the contents of her glass in one smooth swallow.) Ahh~ I dunno!  Maybe, like, six?  Seven? (Apropos to her style, Kat’s voice is distinctly that of a peppy valley girl. Her speech denotes that she’s buzzed.)

BLAIR: 

Sure your count isn’t off by ten or something? That gut looks like it’s carrying a lot more than that.

KAT:

(A short belch comes from her mouth, which prompts her to pat her belly.) Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. I’m still working through Sara.  We sat next to her in, like, sociology, remember?

BLAIR:

Yeah.  Why’d you eat her though?  Thought you two were pretty close.

KAT:

Well, like, we still are, y’know?  Just in a different way though. (She giggles.)

BLAIR:

Fair, but why’d you do it?

KAT:

Oh, right! There was this game she showed me, and I tooootally forgot what she called it. Basically, two peeps just role three dice, and whoever’s got the most in the end gets to eat the loser. Soooo, anyway, Sara asked me and some of her other friends to play a few rounds, and I bet you’ll never guess who put an end to her winning streak!

BLAIR:

(Flustered.) Wow, that’s, uh...crazy.

KAT:

(Excited.) I know, right? It was so much fun! I think I’ve actually got some dice and stuff, if you wanna play.

BLAIR:

(Dismissively.) I think I’ll pass.

KAT:

(Teasingly.) Alriiiiiiiight, guess I’ll just play with someone who’s badass enough to live on the edge~

BLAIR:

(Threateningly.) You wanna get churned into mush?

KAT:

Are you gonna put me in my place, if I do?

BLAIR:

(Incredulously and with determination.) You know what? You’re on! Just don’t cry too hard when you’re getting turned into padding for my tits.

KAT:

(Her tone is joyful.  She just seems happy to have someone to play with.) Okay! (She goes to a nearby cabinet and rummages through it before coming back with six dice.) Let’s do this thing!

BLAIR:

(She takes her dice and rolls them all at once onto a coffee table in front of the loveseat.) Triple fives! Good luck topping that!

KAT:

C’mon big numbers! (She rolls her dice as well.) Okay, there’s a four, a six, and another six. How many is that?

BLAIR:

Sixteen.

KAT:

(Genuinely confused.) How many did you have again?

BLAIR:

(Timidly.) Fifteen.

KAT:

Yay, I win! (She bounces up and down on the loveseat while clapping her hands.  The motion causes the contents of her stomach to slosh chaotically.)

BLAIR: 

Listen, Kat, can we just-

KAT:

Nope, c’mere! Sara could use some company! (Blair tries to squeal something out before getting muffled by Kat’s maw and throat. The goth girl is then swiftly sent down to the blonde’s stomach. In response to its new meal, Kat’s gut sends up a loud, prolonged burp. She lets out a bashful laugh.) Whew, excuse me. Good game, Blair. (She jostles her bulging belly around.)

BLAIR:

(Sassily.) Yeah, yeah, that’s great.  Now, hurry up and get me out of here!

KAT:

Oh, come ooooooonnnn~ There’s no way it's that bad in there.

BLAIR:

When’s the last time you’ve been inside your stomach?

KAT:

Uhhhh...never, I guess? Is that like a thing people can do? How would I even be able to eat myself?

BLAIR:

(She smacks the stomach wall in frustration.) It was rhetorical, you idiot!

KAT:

(Peeved.) Hey, that’s no way to talk if you want me to let you out! Hmph! 

BLAIR:

(Her sass increases to match Kat’s displeasure.) Oh, well, soooooorry that I’m not exactly chill while being digested alive.

KAT:

(She delivers her response like a smug lecture.) Listen, girlfriend, if you’re not having a good time, maybe you should, like, think through shit like this before you play games.

BLAIR:

I would’ve, if you hadn’t pressured me into it! (She punctuates her retort with a strong kick to her prison, which causes Kat to jolt forward in her seat.)

KAT:

Gah! You...whatever, I’m going to get some more drinks.  Maybe that’ll help you settle in there. (She huffs and marches off to the kitchen. Her brisk pace sends the whole stomach swaying about with each step, and the clacking of her high heels against the floor is still distinctly audible

BLAIR:

Hey, knock it off! You’re gonna get acid in my ey- (She’s cut off as she face-plants into the alcoholic, viscous marsh around her.)

KAT:

(With the music blaring around her, she’s unable to distinguish any of what her prey is saying. She fumbles around with some bottles on the counter and pours herself a drink. As before, she takes the entire beverage into her belly with a single gulp.) Ooohh, Daddy’s special whiskey is soooo good.  Hope he’s not mad we got into his stuff. (She pauses to think for a moment then comments to herself with confidence.) Nahhh, he can’t ever get mad at me~ (She lets out a drunk laugh, her drink seemingly taking its effect quickly.)

BLAIR:

(She emerges from the soup in Kat’s belly with a gasp just in time for the new drink to trickle in on top of her. She hacks and coughs as some gets in her nose and mouth.) Kat! I’m sorry, okay?  Just get me out of here. Kat? (She realizes her lack of ability to reach her captor.) Dammit, she can’t hear me! Alright, Kat, hope you’re ready for me to kick your stomach’s ass! (She thrashes violently.)

KAT:

Owie, can you, like- (She grunts as a particularly rough strike hits her stomach walls.) -not do that! (The rampage within her doesn’t slow at all, knocking her off balance. Her voice is a tad shaky) Fine. Have it your way. (She leans up against the counter with her full weight, bringing Blair’s assault to a grinding halt.) How do you like that? Bet it’s nice and tight for ya now! Hope you’re, like, not too uncomfortable with the mess in there. (Tauntingly.) By the way, are you and Sara having fun together? 

BLAIR:

(Amid the digestive storm inside and the music from outside the stomach, she couldn’t really make out what Kat had said.) Grrr, holy hell, this is way too close for comfort! KAT! You’ve gotta listen! (Kat still was unable to pick up on Blair’s speech.)

KAT:

(The pressure and the prior struggling of Blair had sent a strange, long groan through the blonde’s stomach, and then, a booming burp rocketed out of her mouth.) Oh my god, Blair, take it easy. I get you’re not happy about being food and all, but, like, chillax, homegirl. (She lets loose a sigh that turns into a yawn.) Guess I better do some relaxing myself. Let’s go crash in my room for a while. (With that, she sets off from the kitchen and goes up a set of stairs. Again, the mixture in her stomach was wildly slung around the inside of it.) 

BLAIR:

(After enduring a dozen or so stairs, the trapped girl noticed the music fading away, so she reached out to Kat again.) Kat? Can you hear me now?

KAT:

(Innocently.) Heya, Blair! What’s up?

BLAIR:

(There’s a twinge of fear in her voice.) Kat, it's getting really shitty in here!

KAT:

Nah, that’s not ‘til later~

BLAIR:

First off, ew. Second, can you barf me up now? The acid is up to my neck and getting higher, and my clothes are totally ruined!

KAT:

(Smugly.) Not a chance~ Besides, I’ve already gotten this far into it.  Might as well just finish melting you down at this point. (Now, she’s made it to her room and she sits down on the edge of her bed after closing the door behind her.) I’m pretty tired now anyway, and I don’t think I wanna put myself through that. I think I’m actually gonna lay down.

BLAIR:

(Desperately.) Nonononono! Kat, you can’t do that!

KAT:

Why not?

BLAIR:

Because I have to get out of here!  There’s barely any air left to breathe; just throw me up already!

KAT:

(Her tone is that of teasing, fake remorse.) Sorry, babe, tough luck, but my dinner stays in my gut. It’s, like, wayyyyyy too late for me to even think about letting you go now.  Now, I’m gonna settle into bed, and you can settle into me, got it? Great, I’ll make sure to say bye to you on your way out.

BLAIR:

WAIT, KA- (Her words are brought to a stop as Kat lays down, sending the acidic goo washing over her, submerging her completely.  Some frantic, airless struggles ensue, ending eventually with some bubbling noises that signal the last of Blair’s breath leaving her body.)

KAT:

(Drowsily) Finally tired yourself out?  Awesome. Let’s get you down to a more manageable size. (Taking advantage of her still abdomen, Kat wraps her arms around its girth and squeezes in with all her might. She grunts and strains, but after a few seconds, a loudspeaker series of squelches and cracks indicate that her meal is nothing more than a sea of chyme.) Good- (one final burp interrupts her send off.) -night, Blair.  I’m sure you’ll totes be the cutest bit of belly fat ever~ (She yawns one last time, her breathing slows, and sleep slowly creeps in before overcoming her.)

END SCENE
-Submitted by Pierre Magnus