A Beautiful Woman by Sunny

Stella wiped the espresso machine down for the 8th time today. It wasn't dirty, but there wasn't much else to do on the tediously slow period between coffee rushes. Her thoughts lingered after work though; she had a date! After months of will-they won't-they drama, Stella had finally asked out Lana. With some encouragement from her friends. And some liquor. Too much liquor probably.

A silly look on the blonde barista's face reflected the butterflies in her stomach. Only a few more hours on the clock. She almost hoped for a freak rush to help pass her shift away.

The door dinged, and almost reflexively Stella spun around; "Welcome in!" The mousy girl who shuffled through the door stuffed her hands into an oversized Clutch hoodie. The barista's good mood made her customer service voice extra bubbly today; "What can I get for you today, miss?"

She sort of fidgeted in her flats as she stood at the counter, pushing up her scratched glasses to better look over the options. She was a lot taller this close to the counter. Maybe her thin frame combined with her unconfined stance made her seem smaller? There was a growing look of concern written on her face.

Stella felt bad; she knew the menu was kinda overwhelming, with its jargon and approaching infinite combinations.

"Looking for anything specifically, miss?"

"Uhm... yeah, I-" The girl's throat flexed noticeably as she swallowed down her nerves; "Yeah um... is there anything... less expensive?"

Stella got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She really didn't want to argue with a customer today. Especially with one who looked to be on the verge of tears just having to order by herself.

"I-if not, that's fine, I just..."

"Hm... not really honestly..." The barista's soft heart combined with her desire to do literally anything aside from stand around wiping counters all shift gave her an idea; "It's your first time, right?"

The customer's long, flat hair bounced as she nodded a little too enthusiastically.

"Well... it's on me today. I'll get you a short of whatever you want. It'll be our little secret~" To top it off, she winked playfully.

The girl at the counter instantly went red and looked at her feet; "O-okay... thank you so much."

After a moment to collect herself, the girl sputtered out an order for a mocha frappachino. Not the most creative choice, but it was clear she wasn't exactly comfortable asking for things special to order. The barista's experienced hands ran the brewing appliances and mixed ingredients like a world famous concert pianist, and soon enough a piping hot symphony was in the customer's hands.

"Th-thanks so much. I really appreciate it, I don't really get out much, and... and..." Her expression looked like a bespectacled deer caught in headlights as her thought keeled over mid sentence.

"Yeah, it's no problem! My name's Stella by the way, it was nice to meet you...?"

"Oh, uh, Julie. My name's Julie."

"Well I hope you enjoy your mocha, Julie! Come again."

While walking towards the door, Julie muttered something unintelligible. Probably more embarrassed thanks. Stella was happy she could do something nice for the awkward girl; hopefully it would make her feel happy in turn!

Stella groaned softly and held her head. Everything was suddenly... foggy. The last thing she remembered before everything went dark was Julie's silhouette in the door frame and the dinging bell.

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Julie fidgeted with her nails, picking at the peeling black polish. The nice barista lady was laying on her desk, shrunken to about the length of the woman looming over her's finger by a family secret. Julie's parents may have been bigots, but her grandma was just happy to have a granddaughter to pass the mysteries on to.

It had been almost two hours since the coffee shop. She was planning on swallowing her right there behind the counter, but what if someone saw her? Better to play is safe and just stuff the tiny girl in her hoodie pocket. But when she got home, sipping on the coffee on an empty belly was making all kinds of weird noises. She remembered something about taking medicine with food can help it absorb better anyway. And after washing her ramen dishes, she figured she may as well clean up the rest of her roommates dishes since the coffee had her feeling more energized anyway. Not her turn, but it was a nice gesture. And then she had to submit her compsci history paper as well, and that took some time to edit and polish up. And then she got distracted working on her Startrek fanfic... but, it was time.

Right as she began to reach down for Stella, she began to stir. Fuck.

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Stella woke up from a dreamless, sinking slumber on a hard wooden surface. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she noticed the ceiling was very far away. Too far away... It was hard to see in this dark room. Everything was lit by a sickly blue glow more than an actual source of light anywhere. Where was she?

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she finally noticed the towering figure looming over her. The hoodie was familiar... she craned her neck back as far as it would go to see the face of the customer she had just served. The girl was already tall when she wasn't a giant, but now she was like a tower of Babel, piercing the heavens to reach the dusty heavens of the spackled ceiling above. Her messy black hair hung down like willow branches and framing her perpetually anxious face.

"W-wait. Julie? What's going on? Why am I in your bedroom? And why am I like... 2 inches tall?"

Julie pushed back her hair behind her ear on one side; "Uh, well... you're more like 5 inches I think."

"Okay, but the exact measurements aren't the problem here though. What am I doing in your bedroom super small?"

"Well, idk if you noticed but I'm... trans."

Stella nodded; "Okay... and what does that-"

"Well, you're not. You're so pretty, and feminine, and y-your chest and your hips... I want to be like you. But uh... the point is..." Julie got down on her knees and lowered her head to desk level with her fingers on the edge; "Your body... it... makes estrogen, you know? And I-I'm super broke, so I can't afford HRT. So uh..." The giant woman's face flushed red, and she exhaled a hot coffee and artificial chille scented breeze of a sigh.

"I'm going to take yours."

Stella was starting to panic. She crawled backwards, not taking her eyes off of Julie as one of her long sleeve covered hands reached over the desk for her. She tried to get up and sprint away, but she was snatched up before she even completed the jump up.

Now forced to confront the transfemme, she stuttered; "A-and how are you going to do that?"

Julie went nearly cross eyed bringing Stella so close to her face. Even though she was orders of magnitude larger, she still couldn't keep up eye contact for long and shifted her gaze to the desk.

"Julie? Come on, talk to me."

"Usually E comes in pill form so... I'm probably just going to swallow you."

"C-come on Julie, don't joke around like that, we can figure something else ou-"

Julie shook her head; "No, I've done this before and tried it a buncha different ways. Swallowing gives the best results."

"So, I'm sorry but..." Stella lost sight of Julie's eyes as she was lowered to the lips of the colossus; "In you go."

Stella began to struggle harder than ever before. She flexed her toned, taut muscles to near breaking, but she couldn't get any leverage in the cannibal giantess's tight grip. It was clearer than ever she had done this before, trapping the tiny woman's arms with the first grab. She screamed, and her eyes welled with stinging salty tears as she watched the maw open just wide enough to slip her in headfirst.

Immediately the blue light of Julie's computer screen disappeared. The lips sealed around Stella's waist tightly, her flailing legs had no effect even when she managed to land a blow on the chin. The thick, hot air reeked overwhelmingly of a mocha frappachino and cheap super spicy ramen. Horrible shchlicking sounds of wet flesh on wet flesh deafened the barista turned hormone treatment. With her arms free, she beat against the teeth surrounding her, but to no effect but bloodying her knuckles. Then the tongue started to move.

It flexed up and around, slathering the mouth bound woman with drool and normally invisible remnants of masticated noodle. A content humming sound rumbled from the invisible black abyss in front of Stella, and rattled her skull with its sheer volume. Was she fucking enjoying her flavor???

Without much fanfare, the tasting stopped. The pressure however dropped like hammer.

Suddenly with a painful pop in her ears, Stella began to feel herself begin to be dragged further into the transfemme's gullet. She felt her wide hips and bubble butt get stuck for a second, but Julie persisted and it was sucked in as well. Not being able to see at all, Stella reached out with both arms for something to stop her descent. She tried to grab the tonsils, but the slick flaps were too slippery for a solid grasp. She finally reached a depth in the throat where she could put her hands to either side of the squelching gate to Julie's esophagus.

"JULIE!!! PLEASE, LET ME GO!!! I-I PROMISE I WON'T TELL ANYONE! I'LL GET YOU ANOTHER CIS GIRL! I'LL-"

Before she could finish, the entire mouth tensed up. The swallow easily dislodged her hands, and Stella began to be dragged forward by her hands like a medieval torture device. She felt her shoulder pop as she struggled to pull away, trying to spread her feet to hold onto anything solid enough in the rest of Julie's maw.

She felt the tongue under her belly rise in prelude to another swallow; "NO NO NO NO, AAAAAAAAGH-"

GLRK!

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When she was honest with herself, Julie knew she liked eating girls. Of course she HAD to to get the precious estrogen locked in their beautiful, silky smooth bodies, but besides it was still a pleasant sensation. The flailing in her mouth, the tiny vibrations of their shrieks, the taste of girl performing a ballet on her taste buds. She was such a sicko.

After enjoying her flavor for a minute, it was time to cut it short. Sucking her in like a fat bundle of ramen noodles, she smiled as she felt the tiny hands scrambling at the back of her throat. Not the greatest idea, but who was she to tell her pills how to behave? As long as they made it into her tummy to fill out her breasts, feminize her voice, and widen her hips, it was alright.

With a swallow, she locked Stella into place. Dozens of similarly frantic women finding themselves in this position on a roughly once daily schedule had beat Julie's gag reflex into nearly nonexistence. She knew exactly how to breathe to keep from choking with something in her throat, and if she wanted she could probably keep a girl there all day. But her throat wasn't where she wanted to keep girls.

With a few quick gulps to get Stella's wide ass contained in her gullet, Julie let her esophagus take over, and drag the squirming antiboyotic down to the point of no return.

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Stella whimpered to herself as the thick walls of slimy muscle alternated grabbed her body and released her. She felt like a lump of toothpaste being squeezed down an infinitely long, muggy tube. The last sphincter gate to the Julie's belly spat the woman into the chamber like any other chunk of meat.

As she landed face first in the still churning vat of pasta and coffee, Stella squeezed her eyes shut. But not nearly in time. Completely blinded by darkness in the hellpit, she breached the surface of the acid. The churning stomach was disorienting, and tossed her around into piles of half digested food. The worst part was the pervasive smell of coffee.

The comforting aroma had been most of her day for several years, now corrupted and twisted with the acrid stinging of bile and spices in a woman's guts. Her skin was searing, every breath felt like she was inhaling pepper spray. Her eyes watered to try to leech out the burning, but her tears were not even a drop in the bucket of churning sludge. She didn't even know how she managed to stumble through the disgusting sensory nightmare to the edge of the organ walls. Beating on it with raw knuckles did nothing but further saturate her body with acidic mucus. Shock set in, and she finally began to scream.

"JULIE!!! PLEASE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS! LET ME OUT! I'LL BUY YOU ESTROGEN! YOU CAN HAVE MY WHOLE FUCKING PAYCHECK, JUST LET ME GO!!!"

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Julie vaguely felt the wriggling lump travel down her throat, but it eventually tapered off. Honestly eating the spicy noodles earlier had a more powerful sensation in her gut. Her lean belly gurgled softly, and she gave it a little pat through her hoodie. With her meds taken for the day, Julie felt a lot better. Now... course work, or fanfic?

As she settled on procrastination, her guts did anything but shirk off. Her stomach churned relentlessly, intent to process the most nutritious thing Julie had eaten the entire day. Occasionally she could feel a squirm or struggle from beneath her flat tummy, but it was just as likely intestinal gas as the death throes of an ex-barista titty-skittle. The shrunken girl was a pile of slush and brittle bones before Julie reached 2.5k words.

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Stella had given up beating on the walls and screaming after an eternity into her digestion. The air was thick and heavy with acidic vapor and moisture. Her lungs had become rapidly ineffective under the intense chemical attacks destroying the delicate bronchi inside. Her strong lungs cultivated with daily runs couldn't even scrape enough oxygen from the environment to move. She lay on the floor of the stomach, wheezing and trying to ignore the returning sensation in her extremities as shock faded. She had broken her sealed eyes earlier to glimpse at the damage done to her body, and immediately snapped them shut. The sloughing skin and red liquefied muscle diffusing into the yellowish liquid chyme was too much. Far too much.

"No..." She croaked; "Julie... you'll do the right thing. I know it..."

Stella nearly fell into a deep sleep, when an errant contraction of the folds she lay on tossed her forward. She forced out her remaining air into bubbles rising out of the gastric slurry, and finally passed into unconsciousness by inhaling the caustic liquid.

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Urp.

Julie hardly even registered she had sounded a soft dirge for the woman inside her. It wasn't even important enough for her to tense her throat to make the release more feminine. The sudden taste of coffee and spicy noodles was the only conscious acknowledgment that a burp had left her stomach.

After finishing the next chapter of her red shirt x navigator romance, the girl stretched and popped her stiff shoulders. She really needed a better chair than this wooden one from a dining set she had lazily thrown a fading Hatsune Miku pillow on. She looked at the clock; it was starting to get late. She should probably go to bed soon so she didn't miss class tomorrow. As she stripped down her pink panties to prepare to climb into bed, her carefully restrained bulge throbbed. She'd only jerked off twice today, might as well make it an even 3, right?

Julie padded barefoot through the kitchen. Amy wouldn't be back from her graveyard shift for another 6 hours, so the apartment was all hers for a while. Not that the barely closeted disaster lesbian would mind seeing a pretty naked girl in her kitchen anyway. Julie could finally feel her breasts bounce as she walked; they weren't massive by any means, but the girls really were starting to do their thing. Remembering gulping down cis women caused her awakening gock to plump rapidly. Her pace quickened with her heart.

Her body was fucking gorgeous in the mirror. She gently stroked her smooth, developing curves emerging from her previously rail thin body. Julie had never had much hair to speak of in the first place, but even her neatly trimmed pubes and well tended happy trail seemed to finally be thinning. Her hand caressed the black hair, teasing her pubic region. Until her gock slipped out the leg hole.

As it did, Julie's will finally broke under her own teasing. Her panties dropped around her ankles as if they were made of stone. Stroking to full mast, the horny girl dug through the secret spot under the sink where she kept her dick bands. The anticistamines hadn't reduced her ability to get hard yet, but staying hard was becoming more of a challenge as of late. Another thought which caused the 8 inch meat club to throb.

Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of the toilet. Rubbing with long, twisting strokes with one hand, and teasing her butthole with the other. The same hole the girls she ate would inevitably plunk out of into the toilet. The same toilet her girl cock stretched over now. It was all so fucked.

Completely random women sentenced to a grinding, excruciating death inside of Julie's depths for no reason other than the homonal composition of their bodies. Something they had no control over. Their suffering wasn't a punishment; it was simply a fact of life. Julie had the means to do this, and there was nothing her victims could do to stop her. She was a loser programming student barely skating by in class, no money and no prospects aside from being chained to a desk for the rest of her life, even if she could work up the nerve to ask out Amy. But after shrinking her victims, Julie was a giant. A monster. If anyone deserved to be swallowed and tortured to death, it was her. But with her wards and knowledge of goetia, it would never be her.

With that final thought, a thick, gooey rope filled with wriggling sperm splattered against the far side of the porcelain bowl. Another, another, and another followed. Julie let go of the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, and slipped off the band to deflate. Before leaving the toilet she cleaned up her cock drool with toilet paper, and flushed away the results of her masturbation. Her most masculine substance was certainly filled with girl components. Julie giggled at the thought as she pulled her panties back up, folding her serpent back in until her crotch only bulged slightly.

As she washed her hands, Julie smiled at her reflection; she really was a beautiful woman.