It started off as a normal day at the Literature Club. The long, purple-haired beauty, Yuri, was alone, quietly waiting for the rest of her clubmates to arrive. After waiting a few seconds, Yuri decided to pass the time by reading her favorite book The Portrait of Markov. It was a horror novel about a high school girl winding up in a religious camp in which human experiments were conducted by the overseers. Despite having read the book hundreds of times, Yuri was never bored with what she was reading. If anything, she felt that she picked up on new hidden secrets each time she flipped through the book’s pages.

“Oh, yes. That is right: Monika and Sayori had a club meeting. I don’t understand how that slipped out of my mind.”

Yuri mulled the thought around as she rummaged around in her school bag. Having neglected to write a poem for the day, the purple-eyed girl took the situation as an opportunity to write something down while waiting for her friends to come. Slipping her pen out of its case, Yuri lovingly caressed it. “What should I write about?”

She tapped the end of the writing tool on her plush lips. While brainstorming ideas, the door opened. Without even looking in the direction of the door, Yuri knew who it was. The petite Natsuki walked in with a look of disinterest. “Where is everyone?”

“Monika and Sayori will be here soon. They are at a club council meeting as we speak,” Yuri replied.

“Oh. Forgot that was today.” Natsuki walked to the closet to retrieve her manga. “ You’re still reading that book?”

She pointed at the ominous eye on the front of Yuri’s book. Yuri nods, not really wanting to say anything further since the two were notorious for their fights with each other. She watched her small clubmate pull a stool and climb on top.

“Why do you guys always have to put my manga up on the top shelf?”

Yuri shrugged. “ Perhaps it is our way of subtly telling you that maybe you should try expanding your interests?”

Natsuki scowled at her taller friend. “You really want to go, Yuri?”

“I’m just saying that perhaps getting out of your comfort zone is probably for the best,” Yuri replied, “I could recommend some books for you.”

“I already told you that you would rather die than read Portrait of Makhof . ”

“ Markov ,” Yuri corrected her. Her friend’s haughtiness was gradually wearing on her nerves, but she tried to make the best out of the bad situation as much as she could. “It is truly a master class book that has been talked about for decades.” She knew it was a dick move on her part, but anyone, especially Natsuki, dissing on her favorite novel, was automatically on her list. “I doubt your Parfait Girls will be remembered twenty years from now.”

Natsuki’s fists trembled, her breathing intensifying. Her cheeks puffed up in anger and her eyes were close to watering. “Just... just because some old geezers won’t critically analyze my manga does not mean that they are not as important as your book!”

Yuri felt a twinge of regret at snapping at the pink-haired girl like that, but Natsuki did bring that on herself. “Anyway, should probably get to writing my poem.” She turned away from her clubmate uncaring that Natsuki was continuing to protest. “You can be so childish sometimes, Natsuki.”

Natsuki’s face turned deep red. “I... I AM NOT A KID!” Natsuki stomped her foot on the ground. “You... you...”

Yuri sighed, turning around to look at her bratty friend. “ You’re dark and broody! You – you don’t even have a boyfriend!!”

Yuri placed her pen on the desk and elegantly got up from her chair. She propped her arms on her sides as she squarely looked at the smaller girl. “No one would want to date you. I get why. I would not want to be arrested under the accusation of being a pedophile.”

Steam spewed from Natsuki’s ears reminding the taller woman of those 1920s American cartoons. “ You’re mocking me because I did not have a growth spurt...”

“Well, I will admit that you are pretty cute,” Yuri noted, “but between the two of us, who do you think would be more likely to get a date?”

“St-stop talking like you’re some hot shit!” Natsuki was so infuriated, she stumbled on her words as she spoke in gibberish. “You think you’re some sort of bombshell, but you’re just some freak that sits by herself every day reading some creepy books!”

Yuri did not respond, merely turning away and made her way back to her desk. Little did she realize that Natsuki would perceive that as a sign of weakness and continue lambasting her with insult after insult. “ You’re so pale! Sometimes you don’t show up in mirrors. Are you even human?”

Yuri stopped in her tracks. Her frame trembled, but she did not want to look back at Natsuki. “I think that’s quite enough, Natsuki.”

Natsuki placed her ear by her head. “What was that, Yuri? You’re so quiet sometimes, I forget that you’re even there.”

“Cease this chatter, Natsuki. I am warning you.”

“Aw, did I strike a nerve?” Natsuki asked feigning regret. “You never speak up, so I thought you didn’t mind having people walk all over you.”

Yuri’s hands shook. She fought hard to keep the tears from flowing, but her words were drilling holes in her mental fortitude. Her defenses were eroding fast. Turning to glare at the bratty girl, a scowl spread across her face. “Well, while I may not have a boyfriend, at least my father doesn’t beat me.”

“ Grrr .... My dad loves me. Sure, he has some cracks here and there, but he loves me.”

“Heh. Keep telling yourself that. It makes sense to me why he won’t let you keep your precious manga.”

With the worst off her chest, Yuri once more tried regaining composure. She had desperately wanted to avoid having another confrontation with her clubmate, but things went ugly almost immediately . If she could only ignore Natsuki for about 30 seconds, she could finish up her work.

“At least I don’t cut myself.”

Yuri’s eyes widened. She looked at Natsuki speechless. “Come on, did you really think I did not know what you used those knives for? This just shows you’re the bigger freak in the room.”

Yuri looked down to the ground, her long bangs obs curing her eyes.

“Just face the facts, Yuri. You are a loner, a creep. You have no social skills. If anything, you are -!”

Before she could finish her roast, Yuri caught the smaller girl by surprise. Lunging forward, Yuri tried to punch her, but instead of feeling the orifices of Natsuki’s face, her fist was lodged deeply in the smaller girl’s mouth. “Huh? What?”

Natsuki was stunned as well, but seeing that Yuri’s hand was already crammed inside, she shrugged. Yuri reeling her appendage in, but the pink-haired girl swallowed three times, her lips gliding over her elbow. Despite being smaller, Natsuki was surprisingly strong for her size, and was quicker.

“N-Natsuki, what are you doing? Unhand me this instant!”

Natsuki shook her head as she slurped her way towards the ball and socket of her arm. The force propelled Yuri to collapse on her knees. The petite girl moaned between gulps relishing Yuri’s taste. The taller girl was always a pain in the ass, but she knew how to keep groom herself. The other plus obviously was seeing the person she resented be reduced to a broken, begging mess.

She grabbed her other arm and wedged it between her upper and lower jaws. Yuri’s pupils shrank upon the realization that her chances of escape were quickly dwindling before her very eyes. “I-Is... eating me really going to solve this dispute we have been having with manga?”

The clubmate did not respond. After all, she was no longer interested in debating the legitimacy of manga being literature. Yuri had made her too enraged. Her arms weighed down on her esophagus, stretching the outer skin out in a bulge two times the size of Natsuki’s body. The slick walls, accompanied by her consistent slurping, forced Yuri’s arms to continue their downward path. The two locked eyes with each other as if Natsuki was weighing her options and, perhaps he aring her out.

That hope was dashed when Natsuki clamped her upper jaw around Yuri’s crown and dragged her head inside by tugging her tongue beneath her chin. A succession of gulps echoed through the clubroom, Yuri’s screams being drowned out. Yuri’s long, purple hair clumped together due to Natsuki’s saliva with her bangs obscuring her sight. The pink-haired girl retched at the taste of her hair.

Natsuki lessened her hold of the taller girl, gradually lowering more of Yuri inside her. The whole thing felt surreal, like she was a monster from some novel Yuri was reading. A tiny moan rolled out of the cracks of her mouth as she caressed her huge breasts with both hands. Those sweater puppies. If there was one thing that she resented her clubmate over was how Yuri was well-endowed she was. She would flaunt her assets to the other students like the skank she was.

An ashamed moan slipped through Yuri’s lips. Despite being cramped in a tight, suffocating tube, Yuri was finding herself aroused. Natsuki fondling around with her breasts was not helping matters. Natsuki groped Yuri forcefully to elicit deeper yelps from her victim. Each probe and twisting of her nipples sent the typically silent girl over the edge the more Natsuki violated her. After messing around with her, Natsuki crammed both sets of marshmallows inside which bulged her cheeks out in a cartoonish fashion.

“N-Natsuki! Please, all this suckling is making me... ooo.”

Natsuki rolled her eyes in irritation. It was not her intent to thrill Yuri in the slightest. Swallowing sharply, Yuri’s large breasts lodged in her throat forcing her to strain a bit to choke them down. Hot, sticky saliva flowed down Yuri’s exposed back causing her to arch it in protest. The outline of Yuri’s upper body and abdomen stretched out from the pink-haired girl’s throat, the taller girl’s face pressed into a permanent mixture of pleasure and abject fear.

As the hours ticked by, Natsuki caught herself looking at the clock on the wall. Her friends could come in at any minute to see what she was doing, and there was no guarantee that she could just eat Sayori and Monika as well until she had completely processed her big-tit friend. Within two seconds, Natsuki consumed her waist and made a grab for her ass clutching both cheeks with her hands like a large cheeseburger. As for Natsuki’s midsection, it ballooned with the shape of Yuri’s upper body. Due to her rival being larger, Natsuki collapsed on her knees and leaned on the fleshy cushion that was her gut.

With some comfort at the idea that her two clubmates would not be coming back any sooner, Natsuki started to relax again casually taking her time on her rear end. Copious amounts of drool rolled down Yuri’s skirt and even soaked through the fabric and stained her panties. Yuri was not only well-endowed with her breasts, but also her posterior. Natsuki gently bit down on Yuri’s cheeks, smothering them in saliva. She was not only consuming the girl she disliked, but she was humiliating her as well, and there was nothing Yuri could do about it.

Yuri’s kicking legs were the last trace of her body that was not greedily ingested by the petite girl. Natsuki briefly stroked Yuri’s thick calves and thighs slurping them like a huge noodle. As she approached her knee-high socks, Natsuki slipped off Yuri’s shoes and peeled her socks off not wanting to clot her digestive tract with them.

SLURP SLUURP

Yuri’s calves and thighs completely disappeared in the void blanketing the back of Natsuki’s throat. While slurping her feet inside, Natsuki, being the little imp she was, lapped her tongue down her soles inciting for the purple-haired girl’s toes to curl up in response.

With a final swallow, Natsuki tossed her head back, closing her mouth behind ten wriggling toes. “Mm... ah!”

Yuri found herself wrapped in a knot around Natsuki’s stomach walls. Because she was larger than her, there was little leverage she could grapple with. She was forced on her hands and knees, the indents of her breasts, butt, and thighs were protruding from Natsuki’s fleshy prison. Due to her uncompromising position, Yuri’s head was shoved into the base of her stomach resulting in her protests becoming muffled. The walls shifted around her as Natsuki sat on her gut.

“Ah, what’s the matter, Yuri? Don’t have anything you wanted to say?”

Yuri responded, but what she was trying to say was lost on the smaller girl. Not that it mattered anyway, since Natsuki had no intention of letting her out. “Heh... you gave all those smartass comments earlier, but now you can’t even say a word.”

Natsuki probed her belly for a few moments until she found the imprints of Yuri’s breasts. Like before, she squeezed them. She reacted in a mixture of amusement and wincing, but the bratty half-pint was having too much fun at Yuri’s expense. “You would not even begin to know how long I wanted those milkers of yours, Yuri. You always flaunted them around in my face, and now you make fun of me for not having a growth spurt?”

The walls began to pump girl-digesting juices to begin the long process . Yuri reacted in pain as the liquid rained down on her school uniform, the acid corroding her clothes. Before long, she was left completely nude with nothing to protect her from the onslaught of unforgiving juices. Natsuki’s lips recoiled into a smirk as she watched Yuri’s frantic attempts to move despite her cramped space.

“Oh my... you already are feeling pretty soft in there, Yuri,” Natsuki remarked. She closed her eyes to relish her meal until she sensed a force building its way up her throat. In a thunderous rush of gas, Natsuki’s eyes shot open as the belch dislodged tufts of Yuri’s hair and her hairclip.

Natsuki smacked her lips delighting in the aftertaste she was provided. “Looks like you won’t be needing this anymore.”

Natsuki sucked in her breath and thrusted herself further on her bloated frame using the momentum to grab the hairclip. “I can hardly feel you struggling in there anymore, Yuri. Are you already giving up?”

The hours droned by with Natsuki leisurely lying around as her stomach worked hard to churn through the liquid meat and bone fragments Yuri became. As Natsuki suspected, Yuri could only manage some fighting back but ultimately was too weak. Natsuki rubbed her chest with one hand while copping a feel of her ass cheeks with the other. “Oh... you are already looking good on me, Yuri. Keep it up.”

In some ways, Natsuki would miss Yuri. Despite all their fights, Natsuki did respect her in some ways. She could even say that it would be boring now that she would not have someone to breathe down her neck about reading manga or equating it to classic literature, but Yuri was pushing her luck.

While thinking, Natsuki gnashed her teeth at a sudden twinge of pain. Yuri’s bones rubbed against each other as her stomach attempted to grind them to paste.

“Eh... still a pain in the ass...”