*Creak*
  A warm wind blew through the screen door of a wooden house, causing some movement in its old hinges. This hovel sat in the middle of grassy plains, it’s only nearby landmarks being the road it faced and the river that was behind it. The only sounds that could be heard outside were the chirping of cicadas, the rustling of tall grass, and the movement of the water in the river. Inside this small dwelling, however, there was conversation to be heard.
  Ichoras sat in a thatch chair opposite to Marissa. Ichoras was as he usually appeared; green, glossy, and somewhat transparent. He wore shorts and a t-shirt made from his own slime-like body. One major thing that was different, however, was that he was missing part of his left arm. It didn’t seem to be troubling him, though, as he was speaking in a rather calm manner.
  Marissa was on the other side of the room on an old couch. She wore a loose, sky-blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants. As usual, her dirty-blonde hair was tied behind her head. Her arms were crossed over her ample chest, which was well covered by the large t-shirt she had on. That being said, it was not large enough to cover pale skin of her tummy, as it was considerably bloated. The garment only managed to reach her belly button, which was half-visible and rather shallow. Her stomach grumbled loudly from whatever was contained in it.
  “I don’t see why this is an issue. You’ve let me into your stomach before. Why is it a problem if I do it now? Didn’t you like having me in there?” Ichoras argued.
  “I liked it, sure, but you can’t just try to sneak in whenever you want. Besides, I’m usually hungry when we do that. I’ve just had lunch, so I’m not feeling up for it right now.” Marissa replied, irritated by Ichoras’s lack of understanding. It was true that she did enjoy it, but it felt uncomfortable to be snuck up on and fed something like an arm. It was a lot to take in at the moment, and she was sure that he would have continued had she not torn him away from her.
  “I know you can eat a lot more than two sandwiches, but fine. Could I at least retrieve my arm? I could just redistribute my body to make up for the loss, but it’s much more comfortable for me to get the arm back.” Ichoras moved his detached left arm in her stomach, though he’d actually liquified it for both his and her comfort. He shifted it around the trapping walls, trying to see a reaction. He actually didn’t care whether he got the arm out at the moment, although it really would be more comfortable back on him. Getting it back might give him an opportunity to force more of himself in.
  Marissa brought her hands to her stomach, which was visibly shaking from the outside. She gave Ichoras a dirty look, causing him to stop.
  “I know that if I try letting it out, you’ll just use it to keep my mouth open so you can dive in. Don’t try to trick me.” She couldn’t just let him do whatever he wants. Something told Marissa that Ichoras had never stayed with somebody longer than a day or two. If there were ever any girls or women who actually liked the initial experience, they probably grew tired of his antics rather quickly. Marissa, however, did see something else in the squole besides his obsession with the female stomach. Perhaps he would get a little emotionally closer to her if she didn’t just let him win.
 
  The two sat in silence, neither wanting to budge on their opinions. The only noise inside of the house at that moment was the gurgling of Marissa’s stomach, still trying to dissolve its acid-proof inhabitant. Ichoras was confused, both with the human and himself, but mostly with himself. He was struggling with the idea of doing what he usually did by this point; leaving. He’d known many females who hadn’t liked the experience he gave them, but it was rare for him to find someone who really was willing to do it. It was always so fantastic for Ichoras when he met these people. He would stay with them for days at a time, enjoying the lasting feeling of their stomachs comfortably encapsulating him. However, it seemed that he (as well as the females themselves) eventually got tired of it, and left. Marissa didn’t make him feel like that, though. She was pretty, sure, but so were lots of the others he’d inhabited. What was it that was different about her? He couldn’t exactly pin-point it, but it wasn’t about how she looked or how she felt on the inside of her stomach. It was something more abstract.
  Whatever it was, it gave Ichoras an idea. Marissa had said that she didn’t want Ichoras forcing himself into her stomach without her permission. However, she said nothing about forcing other things. Ichoras had figured out a loophole to Marissa’s proposal. If he handled it right, she might not even be mad at him. It was time to get thinking about the details of this plan. The squole got up from his straw chair and headed over to the kitchen.
  Recently, Ichoras had taken up as the cook of the house, mostly because Marissa did a lot of the work to keep the house clean and the area around it decent. Her impressive strength made all the heavy lifting they did seem like nothing, whereas Ichoras had more of an advantage in unique tasks, such as things that needed extra reach or good dexterity. Besides, cooking was actually kind of fun for the squole; he knew plenty about the human diet, after all. It was around 5 o’clock by this point, and it would soon be dinner time. Ichoras formed a hand at the end of the stump on his left arm and began working on dinner as well as a new plan.
  By 6 o’clock, Ichoras finished making dinner. He called Marissa over to admire his workmanship, hoping to see if the tension between them had lessened. Reluctantly, Marissa made her way over to the kitchen. She had to admit it; it was an impressive feast. There were all kinds of different foods, ranging from bread to meat to vegetables to just about anything. All of them were prepared with various recipes that Marissa would never expect Ichoras to be capable of handling. It was quite a surprise, especially since Marissa had no idea that they had half of the stuff on the table. She usually let Ichoras do the shopping because he was the one cooking. ‘Perhaps this is his way of trying to make up for our fight,’ Marissa thought to herself.
  Even if it looked delicious, Marissa wasn’t sure if she was going to be hungry enough to eat a lot of it. Sure, Ichoras would eat some, but it didn’t take much for Ichoras to say that he’s done with a meal. She put her hand over her own distended tummy, still churning away at the part of the squole resting inside of it. Swallowing Ichoras was a different case. For some reason, it seemed a lot less filling for her to eat him than eating a meal this big. Whatever the case, Marissa would eat as much as she could. She didn’t want to disappoint her friend. The two sat down, smiled at each other, and started eating.
 
  By 6:30, Marissa was stuffed. She couldn’t seem to eat anymore, no matter how she thought about it. She had so much good food to eat, more than she had ever eaten before. Even so, there was still a lot of food on the table. She rested her hand on her tremendous gut, which was now about the size of basketball or two. It groaned loudly, digesting the delicious food it had just taken in. Ichoras had finished a while ago and taken care of the dishes. Now, he was just sitting at the table, resting his cheek on one of his arms. He was looking straight at Marissa’s stomach, although it wasn’t making her feel uncomfortable.
  Letting out a small belch, Marissa commended Ichoras.
  “That has to be the best meal I’ve had in a long time!” the girl said.
  “I’m glad to hear it! I worked really hard to make all of this stuff right.”
  The two sat for a moment, both admiring their different forms of handiwork.
  “Well, I’m glad to have gotten a chance to eat it, but I really can’t manage any more.”
  Ichoras looked her in the eyes and said, “Really? We’ll have to see about that.”
  Suddenly, Marissa’s legs couldn’t move. She looked underneath the table to find that the squole had stuck her feet to her chair, preventing her from getting up and away. Her arms were pulled back behind the chair and bound together with a ring of slime. Marissa had been tricked; she had trusted the squole not to do something like this, and he betrayed her. She was about to give up on him when he said something that she never would expect him to say.
  “Are you okay with me doing this? I want to know this before I start.” Ichoras looked at her with sincere eyes that she’d never seen from him.
  “W-What?” Marissa asked the squole, confused by this sudden concern.
  “Well, I know that you never said anything about stuffing your stomach with food, but I don’t want to do anything to you that you that would somehow hurt something between us.” The squole put his hand on the back of the head, also confused by his sudden actions. “I dunno. I don’t even understand it, but I still want an answer from you for some reason.”
  “Uuuh…” the girl really didn’t know how to react. On the one hand, she really was pretty full. On the other hand, though, doing this might bring Ichoras and her closer. Besides, it might be a lot easier to do if Ichoras is the one handling the food. After some deliberation, Marissa arrived at her decision.
  “Alright, Ichoras. I’ll allow you to do this. But if I say that I can’t handle anymore, please at least consider what that means before you continue. I do have a limit, you know.”
  With that same thrilled look on his face as the first time she allowed him into her stomach, Ichoras went over to Marissa’s side of the table and picked up a fork with a large piece of steak on it. Marissa opened her mouth as he put it in. She swallowed it whole, not wanting to waste time with chewing. Ichoras returned to the food on the table and selected a serving from another dish. This process continued for a while before Marissa interrupted him, telling him to stop for a moment.
  Her stomach had grown considerably by this point. Its size easily bested that of a woman nine months pregnant. Marissa looked Ichoras straight in the eye and nodded to him and her stomach as if giving him permission to touch it. Ichoras touch his right hand to the great orb’s surface. The surface was taut and smooth, a pleasant feeling for the hand. The squole never felt something like this before. He began rubbing her tummy in circles, then he rested his head upon the top of it. It was soothing, to say the least.
  Marissa admired her own capacity, but she adored the feeling of Ichoras against her skin. As a squole, the surface of his body was smooth, and it slid along her stomach flawlessly. It almost seemed wet when it touched her, yet in actuality he was perfectly dry. She was perfectly content at that moment.
  Ichoras, however, wanted to continue. Marissa didn’t know if she could handle it, but the squole insisted that she didn’t have to do any of the work. The girl was confused by this statement. How could Ichoras stuff her stomach more if she didn’t swallow? She soon got her answer. Marissa felt something squirming in her stomach as if it was trying to move upwards. Soon it arrived at her throat and scrambled up to her mouth. It was by this point that she recognized the flavor. It was the part of Ichoras’s left arm that she had swallowed.
 Ichoras took a bowl of vegetables and brought it to her mouth. However, rather than feeding it to her with a fork, the slime in her mouth grabbed the food out of the bowl and retreated to her stomach. She felt a large bulge travel down her throat as it brought down the goods. Her belly bloated slightly more, indicating the efficiency of this technique. Dish after dish, the squole emptied food into Marissa’s stomach. Before either of them knew it, they had run out of food. Marissa sat in the chair, her stomach gurgling loudly as it digested its colossal undertaking. The size of her tummy was now roughly that of a beach ball, and countless times heavier than one. Ichoras released Marissa’s arms and legs. She immediately brought her hands to her stomach. The chair underneath her creaked. Marissa realized that the two needed to move to different part of the house if she was going to be sitting. Slowly, the girl got up from her chair and gestured the squole to follow her.
  The two went to the couch in the next room, where Marissa laid down. Once again, she felt something moving in her stomach up through her throat. This time, however, Ichoras’s arm moved out of her mouth and back to the stub that was waiting for it. Ichoras reshaped the slime to fit back onto his body and released a sigh of relief. It was much more comfortable for him to have two arms. He used both of his hands to caress Marissa’s stomach. The two were content at the moment, both feeling like something had changed between them, even if most everything was back to the way it was before.