*Click* went the camera. It didn’t have a shutter since it
didn’t use film. It was a digital camera but they all still made the click
sound that shutter cameras made. It always amused Lindsay when cameras still
clicked.

Lindsay lowered her camera from her hazel blue eyes and
stared out across the water at Stockholm, Sweden leaning up against the rail of
her Stromma Water Taxi boat.  The day was
glorious. The sky above was dotted with a number of fluffy white clouds, and high
above an airplane tracked its way across the clear blue heavens. The dark blue
water was dotted with its own specks of white; a reflection of Drottning Palace
shimmering on the tiny ripples thrown up from the wake of the tour boat.

Stockholm had been a good idea, Lindsay thought to herself.
She had needed a break from the hustle and bustle of the Berlin night life and
had promised herself that while she was in Europe, she would make time to visit
her ancestor’s homeland. 

The Stromma Tour Boat was pulling into the pier and tourists
were beginning to unload themselves. Lindsay watched as a fairly overweight
American family in front of her crossed the gangway and made their way into the
city. One of the kids was complaining loudly while the other was playing with a
hand held video game. Lindsay frowned, somewhat embarrassed. She loved her
country, but felt that she might love it quite a bit more if it weren’t for
some of her countrymen.

Once off the boat, Lindsay followed the walkway that ran
along the waterfront, with no particular destination in mind. She was stopped
briefly by a group of Japanese tourists who asked politely to have their
picture taken. She obliged them, not minding in the least. Photography was a
hobby of hers and she never minded an excuse to indulge in her pastime.  

Continuing through the city she spent some time in the Vasa
Museum, taking her time to appreciate the old ship that had been resurrected
from the bottom of the ocean. She stuck a Vasa pamphlet into her back pocket
and then made her way back into the sunshine.

Walking through Stockholm palace proved fun. She looked at
the guards standing before their tiny guard shacks. They looked just like the
toy soldiers that children might play with, if only they were smaller of course.
That thought got her laughing. She wondered if she had ever eaten any Swedes
who had been in the Army. She wished she could shrink one down right now. Oh
well. At least she could take a picture.

 Raising her camera to
her eyes, she prepared to take a snapshot of the soldier in the smart blue
uniform.

“Would you like a picture of yourself in front of the guard?”
asked a man’s voice from behind her.

“It’s okay,” Lindsay said without looking around. “I know
what I look like.” Not the most diplomatic response perhaps but she had already
been hit on by two Spanish boys on the boat and she wasn’t in the mood for
cheesy pick up lines.

“I see. Have a good visit,” said the man and she heard him
leaving. Lindsay turned around, suddenly realizing that she may have misinterpreted
a genuinely polite offer as simply an excuse to flirt.

“Wait, actually. I would like one with me in it. If you
don’t mind?” she said after him. The man turned around. He was a tall fellow
and looked strong. He was also fairly good looking, she thought.

The man accepted Lindsay’s proffered camera and Lindsay
smiled as he took a quick photo with the guard in the background.

“Thanks,” said Lindsay. “It’ll go on my facebook page
later.”

“Taking a tour of the city?” said the Swede. “Well I hope
you like it. It’s my home you see.”

“Is that so?” said Lindsay. “Well then a guy like you ought
to be able to suggest a place to grab some lunch. I took a water boat tour and
hit the Vasa museum and it has made me hungry.”

“Of course. There is an excellent restaurant nearby. I can
direct you.”

“I have a better idea champ. How about you join me for
lunch? As a native you can clue, me in on what I can’t miss seeing while I’m in
country. That is, if you have time.” Lindsay gave him her friendliest grin.

The stranger smiled back. “I would be delighted. My name is
Alex.” He offered a large and strong looking hand to her which Lindsay shook.
“Lindsay,” she told him.

Over an iced lemonade and a salad, Lindsay questioned her
new acquaintance on the particulars of the city. “Djurgarden is my favorite in
winter,” he was explaining. “Sort of like Central Park in New York City. Very
nice for a hot cup of cocoa and ice skating.”

“Sorry I’ll be missing the ice skating this time of year,”
said Lindsay. “It sounds delightful.”

“In summer you will find it to be delightful. A great place
for a walk or a picnic. So tell me what brings you to my city?”

“I’ve never been. I’ve always wanted to and finally had
time. So, here I am,” said Lindsay.

“Ah. But you must have had something you wanted to see if
you came here specifically,” said Alex.

“Going back a few generations, my family is Swedish. That’s
why I’m here. I’m trying to learn about the geological roots so to speak.”

“Ha. Perhaps we are distant relatives. You look familiar to
me for some reason I cannot place.”

“Perhaps we are at that!” laughed Lindsay.

“And you came here for a vacation alone? This is a long way
to come from the United States by yourself.”

“Oh, I had business in Germany but I told my employer that I
wanted to take a vacation too. She was understanding of course. Besides,
everyone needs some time off now and then.”

“I agree completely. So you work in Germany? Doing what?”

“I’m in the restaurant business. I don’t live in Germany
permanently. My boss is opening up a new restaurant. It’s a club type scene in
the Berlin party district. At first we were concerned that we might be
overlooked, given how many nightclubs there are but there have been lines out
the door every weekend.”

“Well you must be very skilled at business. Are you the
local manager?”

“Oh no. Just helping the German girls get on their feet.
They don’t really need me but I came here with my manager and she and I are
just troubleshooting any problems that crop up.” Lindsay speared a tiny tomato
on her fork.

Alex looked at her plate. “Not a big meat eater?”

Lindsay grinned. “Quite the opposite. Meat is a cornerstone
of my diet. Especially where I work.”

“And what is the name of this brave new restaurant in the
heart of Berlin? I have gone there from time to time. Perhaps I might see what
it is like on my next visit.”

“Well,” said Lindsay. She thought for a moment. It was
likely that the stranger had never heard of her restaurant. And if he found
out, he would probably be disgusted or turned off. That would be a shame since
they really seemed to be hitting it off. Still, Lindsay wasn’t about to start
lying for a new face, no matter how handsome. “It’s a place called The
Forbidden Dish. It caters to a fairly specific clientele. People who go there
have tastes that are what one might call uncommon. But it pays the bills. I
have been working there for a few years now and really love it. I get to meet
new people every day and- Alex are you alright?”

She paused when she looked back up at the stranger. He was
staring at her wide eyed and looked like he was frozen in his seat. “What’s
wrong Alex? Are you unwell?”

“The Forbidden Dish,” he said, in a somewhat strangled
voice. “I knew you looked familiar but now I have finally placed where. You’re
on their website. I’ve looked at all the photos.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened. “You mean you know about us?”

“I visit your site at least once a week! I read some of your
blogs on the site. I even saw clips of that Miss Vore competition the
restaurant did.”

Lindsay’s jaw dropped.

East Berlin, Mitte District, three days earlier:

Lindsay turned the page of The ExBerliner Magazine that she
had been thumbing through all evening. She had been reading an article about
the One World Film Festival but mostly as something to do. Since arriving in
Germany six days ago she had very little time to herself. While most clubs in
the USA were shutting down at two in the morning, most clubs in Germany seemed
to be just warming up. It had been a difficult adjustment.

Of course, Forbidden Dish Germany or “Verbotener Teller,
Deutschland,” as they natives called it, wasn’t simply a night club. It was
more of a restaurant with a small dance floor in the back. 

The German scene hadn’t been a bad one but in the three days
since opening the new restaurant had not yet turned a profit. Most of the
locals just poked their heads in and admired the below ground bar with odd
photographs of women about to devour tiny men adorning the walls. Of course,
this restaurant had been open only a few days so Meghyn was still optimistic
that business would improve on the weekend.

“Linz,” shouted Meghyn’s voice across the restaurant.
“Request.”

Lindsay looked up to where her boss was pointing at a mid-twenty
year old man at the bar. He was looking back at her with a sheepish grin on his
face, his cheeks red either from the cool air outside or from a lot of alcohol
on this party district. Judging from the half finished beer in front of him, it
was the latter.

Lindsay plopped the magazine aside for the moment, got her
feet under her and walked over to the guy at the bar. She very quickly captured
the attention of nearly every man in the place. Her shorts were extra tight, (a
little too tight if you asked her) because Meghyn had insisted that she dress
somewhat immodestly to bring in the customers. She was wearing a black short
shirt with the words “Forbidden Dish Germany” imprinted across it. It didn’t
cover her belly and looked far too much like the “Hard Rock Café” super tourist
shirt that she despised. To top off the ensemble she was wearing white booty
shorts that would not have been incongruous on a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader.

 “Hey stranger,” said
Lindsay. “How are you this evening?”

The German grinned.

“Will it hurt?” asked the man a few moments later. Lindsay
had already forgotten his name. Hanz- something. She had shrunken him and now
he was standing on her palm, somewhat uncertainly and looking up at her half in
desire and half in panic. 

“It’ll be painless. I’m not going to bite. Just swallow you
down.”

“No, I mean when I get there. Will it hurt in there?” he
asked. He didn’t say the word “stomach.” Instead he pointed at her exposed
belly which was showing below the black shirt, tone, slim and in every way
attractive. Perhaps he doesn’t know how
to say ‘belly’ in English, Lindsay thought. He really should have paid more
attention in biology class as a kid if he’s wondering if this is going to hurt,
or at least researched the digestive system before coming to a restaurant and
asking to be eaten. So do I tell him how
painful it is going to be? Lindsay wondered.  Or
maybe he does know and is just making more small talk to calm himself down.

The man liked small talk. Instead of giving him a dance or
shrinking him right away, he had asked her to join him for a beer. They had
talked about her. He had asked her about her favorite hobbies, what music she
liked, what she did with her friends. There had been a few questions about vore
in there too; how many people she had eaten and things like that. It was odd
that he never asked if she enjoyed it. The inquisitive types usually did.

Lindsay decided to be honest. “It’s going to hurt. There’s
no way I can make it painless once I’ve eaten you. I’m sorry it is going to
hurt, but I hope you will enjoy it.”

The man nodded, as if confirming something he already knew.

“Relax,” commanded Lindsay. “Enjoy the ride.”

She lifted her hand to her face and tossed the man in. He
screamed, first from reaction to the fast movement, then to seeing his body
engulfed by Lindsay’s mouth.

Her mouth closed behind him as
saliva from the tongue covered his body. She swallowed. And then there was nowhere
he could go but down…

Stokholm’s copper rooftops glistened beneath Lindsay’s feet.
The tour guide was explaining how the buildings were fused together and that it
made for a perfectly safe tour of the city from above. It certainly gave
Lindsay a bird’s eye view of the older section of the city. Taking her camera
out of the bag she snapped a few quick ones.

“The tour is moving on,” said Alex, appearing next to her.
“Perhaps we will take a few more photos later?”

Lindsay shook her head. “One more,” She stopped a passing
older couple, from their accents she judged them to be English, and asked if
they would be so kind to take a picture of her and her friend. The old lady
politely agreed. Alex was surprised when Lindsay pulled him close. They both
grinned and the camera made the ‘click’ sound of the non-existent shutter.

Lindsay thanked the couple and then showed Alex the picture.
“We look beautiful together,” she beamed at him. Alex couldn’t help but agree.
Lindsay’s strawberry blonde hair caught the light beautifully and made her
sharp features all the more beautiful. He looked pretty good too, if he did say
so himself. And Stokholm, his city, seemed to agree as it gleamed in the
background behind them.

Alex started after the group and
was surprised when Lindsay fell into step next to his right and threw an arm
around his waist. He put one around her shoulder as they continued the tour.

Just as Alex promised Djurgarden was beautiful in the
summer. Lindsay was leaning over a railing and taking a picture of a sailboat
going by in the fading light. Alex was watching Lindsay’s backside as she
leaned over. Her well sized, firm, round and shapely buttocks was encased in
tight, faded denim. He wondered how she had ever managed to get them on.

Alex was so entranced by her hips that he didn’t look up in
time when she turned around. “Uh oh. Caught you Alex,” said Lindsay. She took a
picture of him and he barely had time to smile.

 “I hope I have not
insulted you,” said Alex. It was their second day exploring the city together
and he didn’t want their friendship ruined because he had allowed his eyes to
wander. It had been hard work not just openly staring at her when he had picked
her up at her hotel that afternoon. The hotel staff and most of nearby men
certainly had been staring as Lindsay had walked her way over to his car and
slid into the passenger seat.

“Are you kidding?” said Lindsay. “I wore these clothes
because I thought you would like them. Besides, you should see the ones I work
in.”

“I have,” said Alex. “But only in pictures,” he added
quickly when he saw Lindsay’s surprise.

Lindsay walked back over to where Alex was sitting on the
park bench. She smiled as she lifted her NK bag. “Would you like to see what I
bought?” she asked.

“Very much,” said Alex. They had gone shopping together in
the early afternoon and Lindsay had purchased what she had called “a surprise”
for him.

“Good. Take me back to the hotel and we’ll go out to eat
someplace. But in the mean time, make a reservation for dinner at a fancy
restaurant tomorrow. Just you and me!”

The way Lindsay looked when she
winked at Alex, he would have done just about anything for her just then.

 The Forbidden Dish
Germany- Two days earlier.

 “How would you like
me to eat you?” asked the woman in a thick German accent. She wasn’t an employee,
just a customer. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes and big boobs. She was
tall, fit and good looking and now she was also pretty buzzed from what Lindsay
could tell.

The object of her attention was a rather shy man in a red
shirt who had sat down next to her. He was obviously enamored of her but afraid
to talk. The woman had taken care of that alright. She was with a man, Lindsay
guessed it was her boyfriend, but she seemed to pay little attention to him as
she grinned down at the red shirted man.

“I would like that yes,” said the man. He had a funny accent
that Lindsay couldn’t quite place.

“Good. You come with me now. I want to eat you up. You look
like an appetizer! I want to eat you before my next beer.”

Both the woman and the man in the red shirt stood up and
made their way over to Lindsay. She had the man fill out the appropriate
paperwork (which had been translated into five different languages) and brought
them to the machine. The woman’s boyfriend looked like he would have a fit when
the woman encouraged the man in the red shirt to touch her and he had
tentatively done so. But a few words in German from the woman and her boyfriend
had sat down, placated. Lindsay took them to the shrink booth and soon the man
was inside, the woman looking on eagerly.

“This is your last chance to back out,” called Lindsay to
the man who was tugging at the end of his red shirt nervously.

“Well, perhaps I have been hasty,” he said. “I think I would
reconsider.”

The woman’s face fell and she looked from the man to
Lindsay, obviously surprised. She gave Lindsay a “can’t you do anything”
expression.

Lindsay met her gaze and grinned. “Sounds like a ‘yes’ to
me,” she said, and pressed the button.

The look of the German woman was of pure eager joy. She
grinned as she plucked the shrunken man from the box and walked out of the
room. She sat back down next to her boyfriend and began to speak to the tiny
man in her hands.

“Good bye! I cannot wait to eat you!” she told him.

With exaggerated slowness she opened her mouth wide as she
held her food up to her mouth. The woman’s boyfriend laughed which helped to
cover the sound of the man’s screams for help. Lindsay took a picture. The
woman seemed surprised at that but smiled for the next one. Then she put him in
her mouth and started rolling him around.

By now a large audience had
gathered around her and she sat up on the bar table, pulled the man back out
and displayed him to the crowd. A dozen cameras flashed as she slowly put him
back in, swallowed and drank some of her beer with it. Opening her mouth wide
to prove that it was empty, she and the rest of the bar let out a cheer! The
woman stood on the bar and displayed her bare belly, slapping it for good
measure.

Lindsay hadn’t lied when it came to her dress. She looked stunning
in a red dress that really hugged her curves. They were seated at a nice corner
of the restaurant and had ordered appetizers. For now they simply sipped their
wine and smiled at each other.

“So how many people have you eaten?” asked Alex.

“Oh, I don’t know. Lots,” said Lindsay.

“And they all enjoy it?”

“Oh no. Plenty of people have tried to back out at the last
second.”

“What a shame.”

“For them anyway,” said Lindsay. “I eat them too.”

Their dinner eventually came and they continued to chat
while they ate. After Alex paid the bill Lindsay scooted her seat back and took
Alex’s arm as they walked towards the door. Once they were outside she shrugged
off his arm and guided his hand down the small of her back and onto her
buttocks.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, surprised.

“Oh my word Alex,” said Lindsay. “You were staring at it all
day. No, I don’t mind. I moved your hand back there because I know you want to
touch you’re just too much of a gentleman to do it yourself. Believe me, I want
you to touch.”

Alex could feel the, shapely, strong muscles moving beneath
the fabric of the dress. It felt amazing.

“How did you get such a nice butt anyway?”

“The people I ate,” said Lindsay in a nonchalant tone, as if
she were talking about the weather.

Alex practically tripped over
his own shoes at the response. Lindsay saw his look of surprise.                     

“What? Well what did you expect? People are mostly protein,
luckily for me. All I have to do is eat them. Also a lot squats. But I think
mostly my diet. Plus I think my body naturally puts a decent amount of what I
eat back there. And I eat a lot of people.”

“Do you ever think about them?” asked Alex.

“Sometimes,” admitted Lindsay. “It’s kind of a turn on to
know that so many guys are a part of me but have no control over what I do.
It’s even more of a turn on when guys check me out, like you were doing today.
I love it that you like my tush Alex but it’s made up of a lot of guys who
liked it too.”

This put things in a new light for Alex. He imagined what it
must be like to be a part of Lindsay’s perfect backside. The delightful
buttocks he was now touching had once been scores of different men, each with
their own lives, hopes and dreams. Now they had all been eaten, digested and
absorbed into her glutial muscles and responded to her every step or the
slightest shift in stance. The smallest twitch of her buttocks caused the
former bodies of dozens of men to move in response.

 “Well someone is
certainly enjoying himself,” laughed Lindsay. Alex realized he had been rubbing
her tush with his hand. “So this might make it a good time to ask you; would
you like to come to Germany with me?”

“Germany? To your restaurant?” said Alex, surprised. “You
want me to keep dating you?”

Lindsay stopped and turned towards Alex. He still kept his
hand on her ass as she did. She threw her arms around his neck and stared up at
him with her hazel eyes. She looked so beautiful that it was if she had stepped
out of a fairy tale.

“No silly. I want to eat you. I’d ask you to be my
boyfriend, but what’s the point? You already want me to eat you anyway. Ever
since I told you what I do for a living you haven’t been able to take your eyes
off me when I eat. And just now you’ve been grabbing my butt like it would fall
off if you didn’t keep you hand there. So come on. Come to Germany and let me
eat you.”

Alex was lost for words.

“I’ll give you the night to
think about it,” said Lindsay. She turned and walked into the hotel. Alex
watched her go, her round, flawless ass swaying in oscillating rhythmic
perfection with every stride. Lindsay was right. He didn’t need to think about
it. He wanted to be eaten by her.

“Really sweetie. You need to relax!” said Lindsay, patting
Alex’s back. “You look so tense that it would take two hours of hot yoga to
untie you from the knots you’ve tied in yourself.”

She slid another beer his way. Alex hadn’t paid attention to
what kind it was but he approved of it. It was dark, rich and tasted good. And
it did help him relax, if only a little. The idea of being eaten was stressful
and exciting at the same time. Right now Alex would have been hard pressed to
say which he felt more keenly.

Another woman, a remarkably beautiful blonde, walked over to
Lindsay and regarded Alex quizzically. “He certainly is nervous isn’t he?” she
said.

“I’m going to eat him tonight,” said Lindsay. “He’s my
would- be boyfriend if only he weren’t my dinner. He showed me around Sweden.”

“Oh. Glad you looked after Lindsay during her trip,” said
the woman, shaking Alex’s hand. “I’m Megan, owner of the restaurant.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Alex.

Lindsay disappeared behind the bar for a moment and then
returned. “Come on,” she said. “I know what will cheer you up.”

Alex brought his beer with him as he followed Lindsay
towards the back of the restaurant. She was wearing tight booty shorts that
really showed off her beautiful derrière. 

They went into a backroom. Lindsay gestured for Alex to sit
on a comfortable chair. As he did so she switched on a CD player. From
somewhere a speaker began to play a Lady Gaga song. Lindsay turned towards Alex
and slowly removed a tiny man from within her shirt. She placed him on the
table. Then she slid out of her booty shorts, revealing the thong she wore
underneath. Another man was stuck in the side of her thong. She took both men and
placed them on a nearby table. Both men looked terrified.

Lindsay walked over to Alex and leaned against him. “They’re
scared. They tried to back out earlier and I guess the girls that were going to
eat them had pity on them because they were returned.” She shrugged. “Lucky for
us.”

Lindsay walked back towards then table and then began to
dance. Despite the obvious danger, the two tiny men watched as Lindsay, now
wearing only a tight shirt and a thong, writhed before them in the half light.
As was previously described, Lindsay was beautiful and possessed a gorgeous
bottom. All three men watched, transfixed, as she moved her hips from side to
side.

Then she leaned down and caught up one of the tiny men in
her mouth. Tossing her head back she swallowed him down. Alex clearly saw the
bulge as it moved down her throat. It was the first time he had ever seen a man
eaten by a woman in person. This snapped the other shrunken man from his
hypnotic like state as he watched the bulge that was obviously his friend move
down Lindsay’s neck. He realized he was next on the dinner agenda and tried to
run away from the beautiful giantess towering above him, inside of joining his
friend in sliding down her esophagus.

Unfortunately for him Lindsay anticipated his attempt at
freedom and snatched him from the table as soon as he started to run. She held
him against her breasts and then moved him down to press him against her
stomach as she belly danced to the music.

The song was almost half way over when Lindsay tilted her head
back, dangled the shrunken man over her lips and dropped him in. She gulped him
down easily. Alex was almost sure he could hear a cry for help as she closed
her mouth but the music was too loud to be sure. Then he watched her swallow
again.

Lindsay danced, even gyrating her belly a few times, both
she and Alex fully aware that the two men inside her belly were still alive.
Lindsay was especially certain of this because she could feel them struggling
against her stomach wall. The men inside were upset that they had been used as
a sexual turn on and terrified because they knew they would now be digested,
albeit by an incredibly beautiful woman. They were also enjoying themselves to
an extent. They were both into vore after all or they never would have agreed
to be reduced in size.

Lindsay walked over to Alex, turned around, and gave him the
lap dance of his life. She pressed her large, firm tush against his face and
guided his hands to her belly. “My butt used to be people just like the ones I
just ate,” she said and jiggled her hips in Alex’s face.

“ There’s people digesting in my stomach right now! Can you
feel them in there?” she asked as she sat down on his lap and leaned back to
press her lips to his ear. She licked him again and guided one of Alex’s hands
over her firm belly. “I can,” she added before licking his ear. “They’re
struggling. They want to get out. But they can’t escape me.” She licked him
again.

“Oh Alex. I can barely wait for you. You taste… You taste
wonderful!”

When the dance ended, Alex could hardly stand. He had to
wait a few moments before he could follow Lindsay out the door. She had pulled
on her booty shorts again, with some difficulty getting them over her ass.

“Come on,” urged Lindsay. “I want to eat you. Let’s get you
shrunk.”

Alex stood and walked out after her, admiring her backside
as she drank from a water bottle. They had been in the gym all afternoon before
coming to the restaurant. Lindsay had run several miles before doing about
fifty booty squats and well over a hundred crunches. She hadn’t been kidding
about exercise.

Now Lindsay led Alex into the room where the shrinking
device was held. She kissed him on the mouth, her tongue moving against his. He
barely had time to think that this was the tongue that would force him to his
own doom before she was shoving him into the shrinking booth and slamming the
door after him.

Hurrying to the control panel she started pressing buttons.

“Five inches,” said Lindsay. “My
favorite.” She pressed the gigantic button that said “Shrink.”

Alex was vaguely aware of being picked up and whomever
carried him hurrying to a back room. However he was still somewhat
disorientated from the shrinking process. When he had finally collected himself
he found he wouldn’t have been able to exactly say how he had come to be
standing on a huge table in a room that was correspondingly to scale in
hugeness. That was to say nothing of the incredibly beautiful giantess standing
before him. Lindsay had shrunk him, he thought to himself. Lindsay was standing
before him looking better than ever and smiling an evil smile. She was pulling
off her booty shorts once again.

“I brought a stethoscope,” she said. “I’ll put it against my
belly once you’re eaten and if you shout maybe I can be able to hear you. It’s
worked in the past. But before I eat ya’ I thought you might like one last
booty dance. Since that’s where you’re going anyway.”

“How can you be sure that’s where I’m going to go?” asked
Alex innocently.

“Because I shrunk you to five inches. You’re the biggest
thing I’ll have all night. Some of your body is bound to end up back there.
Remember all those squats I did this afternoon?”

Alex laughed. He remembered all right. “Sure do!” he said.

“Well those build muscle. Besides, I thought that is where
you wanted to go. Based on how much you stared the past few days and how much
you grabbed it on the flight between here and Stockholm it seemed like a safe
determination.”

“Okay, good points,” Alex agreed.

Lindsay began dancing again. If Alex had enjoyed the last
dance it was nothing to this one. Lindsay picked him up and held him to her
backside, her breasts and even pressed him against her belly as she moved from
side to side. Alex could hear gurgling inside her belly. Could he hear cries
for help too? Or was that his imagination?

Suddenly he realized Lindsay had brought him up to her face.
She kissed him on the face, her whole lips covering his entire face. Then she
opened Wide.

“Bye Alex,” she said. “I’ll miss you. But when I do I’ll
just pat my tush and remind myself that you’re still behind me.” She winked and
then her mouth seemed to rush forward.

In actuality she had moved Alex into her mouth with her hand.
Relaxing her throat she pushed him into her mouth and then swallowed him down a
moment later. Alex felt the mouth close behind him, sealing him in as Lindsay’s
warm breath moved against his skin, wet from her saliva.

Then the tongue moved beneath him and he was forced up and
back towards the dark throat he had seen when she pushed him into her mouth.
Then he was forced down. A slick tube opened up before him and seemed to close immediately
behind him, propelling him downwards. His eardrums practically burst with the
sound “MMMMMMMMMM” all around him. He knew it was Lindsay enjoying him.

  The warm but dark
and extremely scary tunnel he now moved through was slimy and powerful as it
forced him downwards. Alex was terrified of what was to come and excited to
live out his fantasy all at once. A few seconds later he felt something opening
below him. He fell into warmer air then into liquid. Splashing down into water
he realized that no matter what he had been, now he was food for Lindsay.

He splashed around in the water for a moment. He suddenly
realized that it was the water she had sipped from the water bottle a moment
ago. He pressed against something struggling. He put out a hand. Another man,
slightly smaller than he, was pounding against the walls of the stomach. Alex
let him go and tried to swim to the stomach walls himself. He was holding his
breath. Man this was great! He lived out his fantasy. He was inside Lindsay! He
would become a part of her backside!

He remembered how fantastic her tush had felt yesterday. How
good it had looked. Soon he would be a part of it. How amazing!

About thirty seconds later the pain began. A minute later
and he was having trouble holding his breath, the pain became agony. He wanted
to get out! Then he remembered. She had said something about a stethoscope.
Maybe she was listening. He would risk loosing some of his breath to call out
to her but it was worth it.

“Lindsay,” he called. “This is horribly painful!”

He felt the stomach lurch but didn’t hear a response.
“Lindsay! Please let me out! I can’t take it.”

The pain was building to the point of insanity. But Alex
could do nothing except endure it. After all, he couldn’t escape Lindsay’s
belly. Then he heard her. It sounded like… laughter. Then she spoke.

“Sorry Alex. I heard you but it’s a one way trip. I hope you
enjoyed living your fantasy as much as I did!”

Alex cried again for help and beat against the inside of the
stomach. He heard a moan that sounded like pleasure. He beat harder. “Don’t
stop squirming,” said Lindsay’s voice.

He knew it was all over. He was hers now. He would be a part
of her. Anything she dreamed of or worked for or wanted, he would now want
because he would be a part of her.

“Helllp!” begged Alex. His cries
were more frantic. He knew he didn’t have much time left.

Lindsay had already masturbated to the feeling of her own
finger in her privates and three men in her stomach all pressing against her.
She had shivered as she came. But now it was back to work.

Lindsay pulled her booty shorts back on as the squirming in
her stomach continued. She wanted to stay and enjoy it but she had to be back
in the restaurant. Besides, there was something seductive, something delectable
about having prey wiggling in her belly as she walked through a crowd of
potential quarry.

She emerged from the back room.
Numerous patrons thought how sexy her belly looked throughout the evening,
never knowing of the men within it, still living but slowly being digested.

The next day.

Lindsay walked down one of the shopping stores in Berlin.
She picked out a pair of pants that she looked good in as well as a hat and a
cute top. While walking around the city, numerous men noticed her beautiful
body, especially her enticing buttocks. Returning to her hotel she decided to
change into her new outfit. She pulled on the pants, difficult to do over her
well muscled backside but fortunately the pants were made of a stretchy
material that conformed to the perfect shape of her buttocks once she managed
to get them on. Then she put on the top and finally the hat. She admired
herself in the mirror. Turning around and looking over her shoulder she
appraised how her ass looked in the pants.

Her tush looked amazing. Well muscled, perfectly
proportioned, the exact image of posterior artistry.   Her
eyes wandered up from the reflection of her rear to where a picture was stuck
next to the mirror. It was of her with Alex and Stockholm in the background.
Yummy Alex. He had been good. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her
eyes drifted from the picture of Alex back to the reflection of her ass. He was
back there now. He was a part of her gluteus maximus. Now she couldn’t help
herself. She grinned.

Walking away from the mirror she knew that no one could resist
looking at her tonight. She’d eat a lot!

She was right.