Elevator Trap - Part 2 (Patreon)

Disclaimer: I AM NOT A WRITER AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Please excuse my mistakes. I’m only writing this because this is an important canon event I don’t have the time to fully turn into a comic.

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Every day is  irritating. Every time she eats, the dissatisfaction is eating her alive instead. Her pay-check is not enough to cover what she needs to eat, and she hates cooking- and then her brain wonders to that same place- the elevator at her apartment complex.

It’s been 3 weeks since.. she saw Daniela in the elevator with Brook.. she has stopped paying attention ever since.. It’s not like she was interested before but she was definitely not interested now.. even if the same thoughts keep invading her head. “I wonder if she’s still wearing the same clothes..” she thought. “It’s winter.. she wouldn’t be wearing shorts no more, right? Even I get cold in the winter…” she continued. For some reason, it was very important to know, and 4 weeks after the first interaction she decided to check on Brook again.

It’s Wednesday morning again, and Dominique hears movement on the floor beneath her again.  Having called it earlier, she enters it and lets it take her on the next floor.

As she doors open- she sees Brook by herself, glancing up at her without a worry as she walks in and turns around to face the door, letting out a friendly “Good morning”. She has EarPods on, and she reaches for the elevator buttons. As she looks over she notices the button for the floor above was already glowing, but she wasn’t worried. She can just wait until- uhh… wait.. why can she feel breathing on her shoulder? 

The doors open and the music gets interrupted as she is roughly grabbed around her waist, being quickly picked up and carried to the hallway. She watches her EarPods fall on the floor before she gazes at Dominique who is seemingly kidnapping her.

“Hey what the f-!!” Brook yells out- her mouth being shut by Dominique’s sweaty hand, quickly pacing towards the door, her whole body shaking in anticipation. Her expression is unreadable. It’s empty but clearly affected by the adrenaline she feels right now.

“Stop! Stop it!” Brook manages to yell as Dominique stumbles to reach for her door, that was seemingly unlocked already.. the two of them enter the dark apartment. A small pitch black hall leading to the rest of the apartment, that had most light blocked off by black curtains.

“What are you doing?? Are you crazy?!” Brook yells out before she’s yanked on to the ground, only to be roughly grabbed by the top of her shorts, dragged to the living room where the curtains cover most of the sunlight. As she’s struggling, she’s thrown on the couch, and the feeling of old food crumbs and candy wrappers scratch the surface of her skin. As Dominique uncaringly pulls Brook’s shorts down, her face is briefly lit up, showing an expression devoid of humanity. Just pure hunger and animal instinct.. 

I mean the rest of what happened was definitely concerning, but that’s when Brook realised this is not leading to a surprise hot sex session with a neighbour. She screams, fumbling her words “ALRIGHT, OKAY THATS ENOUGH”

Despite the panic, she still remembers to hold tightly onto her phone, probably her only way out of this situation.

Dominique’s hot sweaty hands squeeze and feel Brook’s body, jerking her thigh to feel the meat on it- she could no longer help herself, so she forced Brook’s hands into her mouth, swallowing them until her head is wedged inside Dominique’s mouth, causing Brook’s yelling to be completely muffled.  Dominique pushes Brook’s knees to her chest, holding her up tightly as she pushes Brook’s knees inside her mouth as well, causing only her ass to be hanging out.

The large bulge in her throat disappears as she makes an effortless gulp, Brook’s ass and feet disappearing as Dominique’s lips shut behind it. 

Dominique feels the wonderful struggle of real food going down her throat, and the extra weight on her stomach, making her feel almost euphoric… her belly growls and groans loudly, feeling warm and full, and causing Dominique to be a sweaty mess as she’s still standing up, using the couch as support. 

Meanwhile Brook is left in complete darkness, breathing heavily from the shock. The stomach is incredibly soft and warm.. and there’s no other food there yet given Dominique had no breakfast prior.. 

there’s just a small pool of acid warping around her thick thighs as she’s moving to find a less uncomfortable position, giving a hot view for Dominique, of her stomach moving around the curvy uni student that is struggling to find her way out.

There’s muffled voices coming from within, probably Brook trying to talk her way out of the situation, but Dominique ignores her, laying on the messy couch with her stomach facing the window, letting the limited light hit her stomach. She sits in bliss, not thinking about anything as she feels her body enjoying its meal, letting out greedy growling noises as it’s claiming its prey. The faint light reflects on her gut, as it’s slowly moving, with Brook inside seemingly losing her strength. 

Dominique traces her finger on her stomach, playfully moving it around the moving bumps. She then starts rubbing it before giving it a polite smack, entertaining herself. Her chuckling is interrupted by a loud burp, and she feels something uncomfortable in her throat.. she reaches her hand into her mouth to feel what it is, and in process she pulls out bright pink panties, soaked in her stomach’s acid. She lets out a flustered chuckle, chucking them to the side. 

For about 15 minutes, she lives in absolute bliss.. until she is interrupted by loud thumping from the door, causing to her jump up anxiously. Suddenly her sweat is cold, and she feels like throwing up. 

“OPEN THE DOOR. Woman I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE” the familiar voice yells out. “Don’t make me call the police!” She says again. It’s of course Daniela. Somehow Brook’s phone had connection to signal, but for some reason instead of calling the cops, she called her roommate instead. 

Dominique stumbled to the door with heavy steps, Leaning against it. She doesn’t answer, hoping maybe Daniela will go away.

Daniela: “that’s it! I’m doing it!” She says angrily, pulling out her phone.

Dominique: “No-! Don’t!” She yells through the door, her deep voice trembling. Her sweaty skin is sticking on the wooden door.

Daniela: “Give me back my- friend!” 

Dominique: “why didn’t you call the police?” She says cowardly, her voice cracking. 

Daniela: “Because I’m like you. Except less fucking stupid” she says abruptly. “The fuck did you think is going to happen after this? That nobody would call the cops on you? That nobody would notice?”

Dominique stays silent. She wasn’t thinking. She doesn’t have anything to say. But she is ashamed.. either for her actions- or for not making a proper plan.

Daniela: “Look- just let my friend go and I won’t snitch on you. I know how hard it is to fight the urges. You just have to find a good environment to- express that or whatever.” She says, her tone a mixture of irritation and understanding.

Dominique stays quiet, taking a moment to feel her stomach. She doesn’t want to let go of that feeling..

Dominique: “your friend’s gone..” she says quietly through the door.

Daniela: “no she’s not. She’s still texting me.” She says, her voice getting seemingly more irritated. On her phone’s screen here’s a conversation between her and Brook, with Brook making jokes about the situation and telling her “take your time, I didn’t wanna go to the gym anyways”. 

Dominique stays silent again.

Daniela: “do you really want to go to jail for this?? Fuck, you’re stupid!!” She yells, followed by the sound of three numbers being dialled on her phone.

Dominique quickly opens the door, revealing her bigger-than usual gut. Daniela jumps at the sight, quickly dashing towards Dominique and pushing against her belly , deeper into her apartment before closing the door behind her.

Daniela: “Are you insane??!” Daniela growls at her, baffled by her stupidity. “What if someone sees you- oh my GOD” she facepalms. Meanwhile here’s more muffled voices through Dominique’s stomach.

Dominique watches her, her big eyes full of confusion. She turns the other way and leans forward, reaching her hand into her throat, followed by gagging noises. Brook is soon dropped into the floor, her bare body covered in digestive fluids, and skin itching. She is also now completely bare. 

Brook  coughs repeatedly, taking deep breaths as she’s finally in contact with clear air. Daniela walks over to Brook, helping her up- but in the process she lets out a gag at the smell. Brook proceeds to slap her lightly, and the two look at each other for a moment, their usual mischievousness coming up even in times like this. Daniela, looking up at Dominique: “This is your only strike okay? Do better. There’s other ways”

Dominique listens, but struggles to respond. Instead she shamefully walks to the living room, picking up Brook’s clothes. She comes back to hand them over. Brook takes the shorts- but when she’s presented with the soaked panties she puts her hand up and says “uh.. you can keep those”. Then she looks at Dominique’s stomach and says “and the bra too.. I guess..”

The two proceed to leave the apartment, with Brook being covered in a towel, leaving Dominique confused. She wasn’t sure what Daniela meant when she said “I’m like you”. Dominique doesn’t believe anyone is like her, or that anyone understands her. She always felt alien in comparison to everyone but why would they let her off Scott free even after she tried to devour one of them? It sort of felt like the two already had a conversation about it, like there was missing context.

Now there was more to look into besides a one time breakfast. Maybe now she had allies.