I was on the elevator at work. It was the sort of thing I'd done a dozen times that day, there wasn't anything special about it. Our building was 45 stories tall and honestly didn't have a whole lot of floor space on each floor, so you tended to spend a lot of time on the elevator. Right now there were three people on the elevator with me, which was a bit much for the smallish elevator car, but again, one gets used to such things after a few weeks. We'd all gotten on at the fifth floor, and the next floor with a button lit was the thirtieth, so we were all in for a fair amount of bad music. This being pretty near quitting time, most of us had burned through our allotment of small talk for the day, so everyone was quietly facing the front of the elevator, watching the numbers tick up.

Well, not everyone was being quiet. One young woman in a very new dress was standing in the rear of the elevator breathing with the speed and volume of someone on the verge of a panic attack.

"Are you okay, young lady?" asked an older man with silver hair and a nice suit.

"I'm just, hah, I have, hah, a little claustrophobia."

"Well just breathe easy and you'll be fine," he advised. "The ride is always over before you know it."

The elevator chose that moment to make a liar out of him, lurching to a stop somewhere between 19 and 20. The lights shut off, and were a moment later replaced by a blinking red emergency light. Even the bad music went away, leaving only the sound of the young woman's rapidly accelerating breathing.

"Oh god. Oh god. I can't breathe. There's too many people!" she gasped.

"Now just calm down and I'm sure we'll MMPH!"
The rest of the eyes in the elevator turned to the source of the odd interruption and found that the young woman had grasped the head of the reassuring older man and shoved it into her mouth. With desperate gulps and scrabbling hands she shoved him down her throat, first to his chest, then to his waist, and finally with a mighty slurp and gulp he disappeared into her entirely. As if swallowing a grown man wasn't impossible enough, she'd managed to do it entirely without bulging or distorting herself at all. It was like he'd never been there.

"What did you just-- No, don't!" yelped the leggy, busty blonde who was the recently devoured executive's secretary.

Before she could get away, not that there was anywhere to run to in the cramped little elevator, the young lady had grabbed the secretary by the hair, then reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and yanked my head back. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, but before I could utter a syllable, I got a mouthful of secretary. The panicking young woman was shoving the blonde sexpot of a receptionist into my mouth!

I realize there are a thousand things I should have been thinking at that moment, but at the time, all I could think of was how delicious the secretary was. She tried to cry for help, but opening her mouth while it was shoved inside mine only allowed my tongue to accidentally slip inside before the young woman gave another desperate shove and the blonde's face slide down my throat. Whatever perversion of physics had allowed the claustrophobic woman to eat the executive seemed to be in play here, too, because while the secretary was six inches taller than I was, she was going in without so much as requiring me to loosen my tie.

Among the long list of inappropriate thoughts that rushed through my head as the struggling form slipped further in and her blouse-clad breasts popped into my mouth, the current one was "I wish she was naked. Her blouse doesn't taste nearly as nice as her face did, and I'll be her tits taste wonderful." That said, there was a sort of enjoyment to be had from feeling her head twisting back and forth in my throat while her bountiful chest squished against my tongue. So delightfully soft and warm, even through her blouse. At this point my need for air and my now single remaining fellow elevator rider teamed up on me. I swallowed hard to try to clear my airway, and she grabbed the woman's kicking legs and shoved. Combined, the force was enough to drag the secretary in past her knees, filling my belly and finally treating my tongue to a bit more flesh before another swallow sent her wiggling feet down my throat. I gasped as my mouth was finally empty, and marveled at how the receptionist could have vanished inside me so easily. I could certainly feel her inside me, struggling and even making extremely muffled protests. If I focused I could even feel every curve of her shapely body, caressed and outlined by my stomach as she was curled and packed inside me. Naturally, I spent a moment savoring the sensation, and growing considerably more hot and bothered at the thought than was probably healthy.

A moment later it was clear to me that it was definitely an unhealthy amount of focus I'd devoted, because I'd failed to notice that the young woman had climbed up on the handrails and placed her warm posterior directly on my face. I tried to object, hoping to suggest that with only two people in it the elevator was now quite roomy, but her cheeks quickly separated and I felt a warm, moist ring slide over my face.

Thought I'd not put much thought into it until that point, I'd rather expected being sucked into someone's ass to be a smellier experience, but mostly I was more taken by the sense of touch than the sense of smell. As her sphincter quickly accepted my head, the warm, tight embrace of her intestines felt... quite nice. My hearing was replaced with a muffled, underwater sort of sound with the deep rhythm of her heart as a high-speed percussion track. She made quick work of me, twisting back and forth as she let gravity and her own fidgeting work her down over me, sliding my upper body entirely in the warm, fleshy tube. God, it felt good. Like moist silk against my skin, hugging me tight and giving me an almost womb-like feeling of peace despite what seemed quite likely to be the last thing I would experience at least under normal circumstances. Since nothing in the last two minutes had been even mildly normal, I crossed him fingers that I'd get out of this somehow. Until then, I just focused on the muscles that were kneading my body from the outside while the voluptuous breasts of my belly's occupant heaved with her own panicked breaths, giving me an internal massage as well.

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With one final shove, her but touched the cold floor of the elevator, the last man’s shoes slurping up inside of her. Now alone in the elevator, she could feel the panic attack begin to subside. The entire feeding frenzy had taken three minutes total.

"I'm... I'm sorry about that everyone," she said out loud, stroking her stomach through her blouse and jacket. "I just... I'm no good with crowded places."

As a nice little punchline, the lights chose that moment to turn back on, and a second later the elevator continued on its way. She laughed nervously and stood up, straightening her dress and hastily pulling her panties back in place.

“Okay...” she said sheepishly. “I may have overreacted.”