A middle-aged woman looked over her glasses at the nervous young woman across from her. The young woman was glancing about, a glaze of anxious perspiration on her face. She was dressed in attractive business attire, had an athletic yet curvy figure, her face was cute and pixie-ish, and a kicky energetic haircut. The pair of women were seated on either side of a conference table in a large and otherwise empty conference room.
“Jane,” said the woman with the glasses.
“Mrs. Stein,” said Jane.
“First, let me ask you if you feel comfortable in this room. Not too small for you?”
“No, Mrs. Stein. It’s fine in here. Thank you.”
“Good. Now, I think you know why I asked to speak to you.”
“It’s about my condition.”
“Yes, Jane. Your condition. If you’ll recall, the internship application included a space where you should describe any health condition which might require special treatment.”
“I remember, Mrs. Stein.” She was speaking with her eyes downcast and her voice meek, like a student speaking to the principle.
“I have your application here. That field is blank.”
“Yes.”
“Would you care to tell me what you should have written there?”
“I’m highly claustrophobic.”
Mrs. Stein sighed. “Yes, Jane. That is an example of something that would have been appropriate to write in. But I was more interested in the other condition.”
“Which one?” she said, looking up in confusion.
Mrs. Stein looked to Jane again doubtfully. “You know, I do have the security footage from the elevator. The cameras keep running even during an elevator power interruption like the one you suffered through for a full three minutes earlier today. We have video of you eating three people.”
“No!” Jane said, holding up her finger. “That’s not technically true. I only ate one person. The older gentleman.”
“You mean Vice President Chalmers.”
Jane winced. “Vice President?”
“Indeed. He and his secretary were two of the occupants of the elevator.”
“Well… Well I didn’t eat the secretary. I fed her to that other guy.”
“Mr. Lister.”
“Pardon?”
“The man you force fed Ms. Donahue to was Mr. Lister.”
“Oh. Well all the same, I didn’t eat Ms. Donahue or Mr. Lister.”
“No, but what did you do with Mr. Lister?”
“I shoved him up my ass. That’s not technically eating. That’s sort of… unpooping.”
Mrs. Stein sighed. “Terminology aside, Jane, I think you’ll agree it was not proper work etiquette.”
“I agree that I overacted a little. It was only a short time that the elevator was stuck.”
“I hope you at least apologized to those involved.”
“I will.”
“You will? You mean you haven’t already?”
“I… uh…”
Mrs. Stein took off her glasses and looked at Jane in disbelief. “Don’t tell me…”
“I wanted to let them out! But the bathroom is so small…”
She covered her eyes and finished Jane’s sentence. “And you were afraid to have another anxiety attack.”
“Yeah… Kinda…”
“’Kinda’, Jane?”
“I was definitely afraid to have another anxiety attack… and then I kinda… did have one.”
“Oh dear lord, Jane. What happened?”
“Well…”
~~~
Jane stepped off the elevator and immediately headed for the bathroom. It was so embarrassing. All of those people seeing her loose her composure like that. She clutched her stomach as it gurgled and made an odd grumbling noise. The older man was really lively. He was squirming much more than they usually did. It was going to take an awful lot of convincing to keep quiet about this once she let him out.
Her face was red as she followed the signs through the narrow hallway for the bathroom. Part of it was the lingering anxiety. Part was the embarrassment of what she’d done. The last part was the sensations she was getting from just inside her butt. That younger guy… he was moving a lot. And in a very different way than the older one. If the sounds he was making—which she could just barely hear from within—were any indication then he was enjoying himself… which was rare for people who took that particular route.
She smiled vaguely as she pushed open the door to the ladies room, thinking of the young man. He was a cute one. Once she pushed him back out, if he really seemed to have enjoyed himself, maybe they could go have a drink sometime…
Jane shut the door behind her and turned… to find the bathroom standing room only. Like everything else in this stupid building it was cramped. There were three stalls and three sinks. All of the stalls two of the sinks were occupied. That meant six women in the room including her. Instantly she felt her heart begin to race.
It was that same feeling. That the walls were closing in around her and the air was getting thin. It was too much. Too many people too close together. She had to get out or she would suffocate. She pushed desperately at the door and it wouldn’t open. No… Not again. Not so soon.
She whipped around and looked to the women. The two at the sink were staring at her with curious looks on their faces, and a third joined them when the far stall door opened. With a concerned tone, the first woman spoke.
“Is something wrong Ja—“ *GLK*
Once again maddened by the utter certainty in her mind that she’d suffocate if she didn’t make some room, Jane launched herself at the first woman, gaping her mouth and swallowing her down to the shoulders in one go. Three powerful gulps later she bent in half and had swallowed down to the woman’s waist. It was at that moment the rest of the onlookers were finally able to dislodge themselves from the “this is impossible” phase to the “oh my lord, run for your life” phase. With the sort of efficiency that made it clear she’d done this many, many times before, Jane stood up and rushed forward.
It was an insane enough sight to at least briefly force them back into stunned silence; a petite young business woman with the shapely, pantyhose-clad legs of another coworker kicking frantically from her mouth. The rest of the woman, despite having slid down Jane’s throat, was nowhere to be seen, and the kicking sent a pair of sensible shoes clattering off two different walls. She swallowed once more as she stepped forward, devouring the woman down to her mid-thigh. This locked her knees together and seriously limited her kicking. One stray kick bopped the next closest woman on the head, startling her. Jane swallowed again, this time dragging her current prey down to her ankles, and plowed into the next woman.
With her hands outstretched, she pushed one woman into the next until they were pressed against one another and pinned against the full length mirror opposite the exit. She then leaned back, angled the wriggling feet at the face of the nearest woman and reached past her head on either side to grab the ears of the furthest. A firm yank with her hands and a sharp thrust with her head achieved a number of things. First, it caused the nearest woman’s face to drive the feet all but the last few inches into Jane’s mouth. It also caused the feet to squish the near woman’s head into the far woman’s mouth. This effectively silenced them both, and gave Jane a moment to send the wiggling toes of her first prey down her throat as a subtle bulge.
The woman who had been suddenly and unwillingly converted to a predator clearly had no idea how to handle the situation, her eyes wide and wild and her hands clutching weakly at her startled prey to try to dislodge her. The prey, on the other hand, had suddenly been rendered blind, deaf, and mute, not to mention having had her head pitched backward and thus throwing her off balance. Jane took advantage of the confusion to reach up again and give the predator’s head a good hard shove down, forcing the prey into her mouth to about breast level. This gave the new predator a firm enough grip with her throat for Jane to move on to the next phase of the intricate plan her frenzied brain had thrown together.
Jane reached down and grabbed the prey’s ankles, yanking her off the ground and hauling her up. She then pushed the struggling form forward, backing the predator against the mirror again. After taking a quick moment to pull off both of the prey’s shoes, Jane shoved the woman’s feet in her mouth and swallowed them down. Now the prey was suspended between two predators, Jane working her way up from the bottom, the other working her way down from the top.
Muffled protests, quiet squelches, and the squeak of shoes against the floor were now the only sound. Jane slowed a bit out of necessity, as the unwilling predator was not doing much swallowing and thus required the panicky claustrophobic to do all of the work. A rhythm formed, Jane first gulping down a few inches, then gripping with her throat and forcing herself forward to drive a few inches down the other woman’s throat. Though Jane was only swallowing half as quickly, the fact that two women were doing the swallowing meant she didn’t lose any time.
There was a pause briefly while Jane bunched up the skirt of her prey to make sure it wouldn’t flip up over her head during the swallowing, but beyond that things went rather smoothly. Before long the Lady and the Tramp moment happened. Jane and the woman she’d forcefully inducted to the world of predation met in the middle of their meal and effectively kissed.
The moment only lasted a fraction of a second, long enough for the new predator to blush slightly and grin in spite of herself. Then her eyes shot open and she tried to pull away as Jane reached her hands behind the woman’s head, opened her mouth a little further, and pulled. Just like that, with her first women’s room meal squirming to find space in her already occupied stomach and the feet of her second meal just beginning to lip in to join her, Jane swallowed the head of her third.
For once there was no one else who could see what was happening, so despite the still frenzied anxiety she was feeling, there was at least a part of her that could enjoy the sensations. The squirming was the best. The executive she’d eaten in the elevator had been… methodical in his movements, probing as though he could find a button that would open an emergency exit. Once the other meals began to join him, the struggling intensified. The variety of some soft female curves joining the sensations was nice too. The flavor was good, particularly while she was gulping down the latest woman’s face and neck. Perhaps it was strange—although in comparison to what she was doing it was positively mundane—but Jane actually quite liked the taste of fabric as it slid into her mouth. It was more about the texture than anything else. Dry and slightly rough against her palate, warmed by the yielding flesh underneath. It was nearly as good as naked flesh… nearly.
Jane bent down to force the woman’s sizeable breasts into her mouth to squish against her tongue. This gave her a chance to slip her hands under the woman’s skirt to get a firm grip of her rump to aid in the swallowing. In doing so, she discovered her current prey wasn’t wearing hose, stockings, or even panties. It struck her for a moment that this almost seemed to be a trend when the flush of a toilet and a creaking stall door brought an end to the brief lapse in panic. She turned toward the opening stall door to find the occupant holding one of the other women’s dislodged shoes.
“Did somebody lose a WHAT THE HE—“ *SCHLRRRRP*
With no other options, at least in her mind, Jane did the only thing she could think of. She dove forward, the lower two thirds of her current prey dangling from her mouth, and spread the latest meal’s cheeks. Her aim was perfect, and the startled toilet user soon found herself breast deep in the rear end of Jane’s prey. The sudden intrusion caused the woman in Jane’s mouth to writhe and wriggle violently, though from the quiet mumbled moans from within the struggles weren’t necessarily due to discomfort. The prey’s prey, on the other hand, was clearly displeased, but with the Jane’s pushing and the weight of Jane’s prey helping it along, that wouldn’t be a concern for much longer.
A long wet slurp accompanied the quick, squishy consumption of the stall user. Her journey came to a sudden stop once Jane’s dangling prey reached the toilet seat, at which point the prey was essentially sitting on (and around) the forcibly devoured woman’s lap. Jane had been so vigorous with her shoving, though, that just because there was no easy way for more anal consumption to happen didn’t mean the swallowing had to stop. With a moist squelch she gulped and shoved until her lips were wrapped around two sets of thighs. All four legs were kicking madly, though probably for two different reasons, and though it only took her a few seconds to slurp them up like wiggling noodles and collapse onto the toilet, plenty of racket was caused in the interim.
Jane was red-faced from exertion and she was utterly out of breath. She rubbed her tummy with a soft sigh. Her abdomen was still flat and taut as ever, not even a button popped on her blouse, but inside she was positively filled to bursting with squirming flesh. It felt delightful, and with the still more vigorous struggles that resulted from the latest additions, she was once again distracted from her panic attack long enough to consider using the bathroom for a little private time.
“Are you listening to me?” came a voice from the next stall over as a palm pounded on the other side of the wall. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m going to lodge a complaint with HR right this instant!”
Jane felt her anxiety return, now a combination of the feeling of being trapped with the feeling of being tattled on. She glanced down and saw the woman’s feet beneath the divider between the stalls. Acting fast, she reached down and snatched the ankle.
“Hey! What are you—“
A good hard yank pulled the woman from the toilet to the ground, on leg stretched beneath the divider and the other one almost perfectly in split position. Jane hastily pulled up her skirt, pulled off the woman’s shoe, and bit her lip. Even in the midst of her frenzy, she hesitated. No, she couldn’t do that. That would be highly in appropriate for a work environment…
“Let go of my foot you crazy bitch!” spat the woman.
Jane scowled and shoved the woman’s struggling foot between her legs, slurping it deliciously into the folds of her sex.
“Oh, gross, what did I just step in! What are you—whoa!”
This woman was going to be trouble if Jane didn’t finish her off fast. Satisfied she had a firm enough grip with her sex, she braced herself against the ground and walls and clenched hard. The resulting swallow was so intense it surprised even Jane. The rude stall-neighbor was drawn inside Jane’s womanhood all the way to the hip in a single slurp. It sent a wave of blinding pleasure through Jane, but she managed to keep her silence.
From her position the woman couldn’t see exactly what was happening, and having one’s leg suddenly massaged by a tight, warm, moist embrace while in the women’s room isn’t something one is mentally equipped to quickly puzzle out. So she was still struggling and asking questions when Jane gathered herself for another quick clench that matched the intensity of the first, now the woman was drawn entirely under the divider and flipped upside-down. When she came to as stop her head was half consumed. This left her nose buried against Jane’s clit and her leg flipped up beside her face. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were waving, but Jane didn’t have the energy for another tug to finish her off.
Wearily Jane reached down and pushed the top of the woman’s head like a college student trying to cram the hamper down enough to fit another change of clothes before laundry day. The woman’s head disappeared inside with an angry *MMPH*, then Jane guided in the rotating ankle, the wiggling foot, and finally the flailing arms.
Finally she was alone, though she admittedly had some difficult to ignore sensations to deal with. It was enough to let the panic subside entirely and the thoughts of reason drift back into her head.
~~~
“And that’s that,” Jane said with a sheepish shrug.
“Jane, the bathroom doors all open in. You had to pull, not push,” Mrs. Stein said.
“Well I know that now,” Jane said.
Mrs. Stein shook her head. “Well, prior to bringing you in, I called the employment agency that placed you with us, and they inform you that you have lost more than one job due to these little outbursts.”
Jane’s eyes began to tear. “No! No you can’t fire me! I can’t have claustrophobia cost me another job!”
“Claustrophobia? Jane, you ate a vice president. As well as his secretary and…”
“But it was an accident.”
“I don’t think the word applies, Jane. You can’t do something like that by accident. I frankly don’t know how you did it at all.”
“Oh, that? It’s easy. Anyone can do it.”
“No, Jane. Not anyone can do it. I certainly can’t do it.”
“You can with my help. Watch,” Jane said, standing and snatching a young man walking by the open door.”
“No, Jane, don’t—“ *ULK*
~~~
Five minutes later, the feet of a hapless mail boy were sliding into Mrs. Stein’s unwilling lips. Ten minutes later, Jane had tearfully explained that anyone that had been eaten would come out “in the usual way” except the rude woman who’d gone up her sex, who would require a little coaxing. Fifteen minutes later she was sobbing and walking home, having been informed she was suspended pending the return of “company property”—which in this case meant the swallowed employees. Once they were back in their offices, there would be a discussion regarding her future with the company.
She sniffled and looked up at the cloudy sky as the first drops of rain started to fall.
“Oh, great. What else can go wrong?”
Jane looked to the nearby stairs to the subway below.
“… Well,” she mused. “Maybe it won’t be too crowded…”