Been awhile, but this is a new story featuring the ever lovely AimeeUnwillingVored, based on one of her suggestions. I hope you enjoy it!

Aimee & Charlotte pushed the cart out of the elevator & out into the deserted ramp garage. Aimee had asked her friend to help her move this heavy duffle bag down to her car. Charlotte was only too happy to help. She needed to make amends for a drunken miscue last Saturday. Charlotte had gotten a bit too much into her cups & had unabashedly flirted with Aimee's boyfriend Brad. It had nearly caused a fight. Charlotte felt awful & had apologized numerous times to her friend. Aimee seemed to accept it as just a bad night & things had been going well between them.

They continued deeper into the bowels of the garage. Charlotte looked around nervously. She'd never been to the lower levels before. They had all sorts of bad reputation from being haunted to being dens where druggies & homeless people lived. "Are y-you sure this is OK?" She asked sheepishly. "Yeah, it's fine! I park down here all the time! Everybody is so scared of the place, nobody messes with my car." Aimee replied confidently. "I'm glad we're still friends! I'm so sorry about what happened!" Charlotte said. "Don't worry about it." Aimee replied, no looking at her friend.

Truth was, Aimee had hardly forgiven Charlotte for what happened. She was still very pissed off & was determined to get even. Nobody messes with her guy! Even if she was just drunk. & Brad went right along with it. He'd gotten a taste of her anger already. She hadn't allowed him to touch her since, tho she kept a smile on her face in public, in private, she was an iceberg. He was begging her forgiveness now. She was far from done with him. & as for this slut, oh she had plans for her!

They arrived at her car. Aimee pawed thru her purse for her keys. Charlotte looked around. She was very on edge. Aimee looked her over. The pretty brunette had a nice figure, accentuated by her current outfit; a very tight black tank & a short jean skirt. She was thicker built than Aimee, wide hips, large breasts, beefy legs. She scoffed at Brad for even considering her. Then she smiled. Very soon she was going to get her revenge on her unsuspecting friend!

She found her keys. "Charlotte love, would you open my trunk please?" Charlotte looked at her quizzically, but nodded. Aimee tossed her the keys. Charlotte popped the trunk & lifted the lid, then gasped. Inside was a huge green thing. "OMG! What is tha... MUMPH!" A huge set of jaws lurched out of the trunk & grabbed the stunned girl, muffling her cries. With a couple of lightning quick snaps, it had Charlotte perfectly lined up. Now all that was left was to feed.

Aimee had befriended the monstrous denizen of the basement of the garage. It was a huge gator-like creature known as Chomps. He had nearly eaten Aimee when she accidentally got off at the subbasement one day, but a weeks worth of meat & groceries had saved her life & she had fed him ever since. She soon guessed that he'd be the perfect instrument for disposing of those who wronged her... like Charlotte had!

Charlotte's muffled screams still echoed in the empty section of the garage. Her arms flailed about, punching, clawing & slapping at the tough hide of the beast. "Ammi, peeze hep mah!" she shrieked. Aimee looked on, brown eyes wide, her grin wider. "Oh I don't think so dear. Nobody messes with my guy no matter what the reason! My friend is hungry & you, my plump little morsel, are dinner!"

Chomps gulped & Charlotte was propelled deeper into his mouth. Her legs lifted off the floor & began to kick furiously! Her shoes flew off into the darkness. Aimee was enjoying the view. This was really something, watching Chomps actually eat someone, especially someone she hated. Charlotte continued to struggle & kick. Her hard thrashing legs were slowly sliding thru his lips & into his mammoth jaws. Her screams were becoming more muffled. She was begging Aimee to save her. Her cries fell on deaf ears.

Aimee watched as Charlotte's juicy butt disappeared, then her thighs. Her legs were fluttering now as her knees slid in. She guessed that her head was now going down his throat. Her screams increased a bit. Aimee shivered, imagining what looking down that black pit must be like? Her plump calves slipped in, leaving her wiggling feet, then they were gone. Aimee looked thru his teeth & jaws to see Charlotte slowly working her way down his throat. She waved. "Bye bye slut! You won't be making time with anybody else's boyfriend anymore!"

Aimee closed the trunk as Chomps slid back in. He'd be busy digesting the still squealing Charlotte soon. She got into her car. She was going to move it to a place where she could let out Chomps, then roll the cart & put the duffle back in her trunk. Before she could start her car, she heard a thumping noise. Had Charlotte managed to get partially out? She couldn't have this! She crawled into the back seat, undid a latch & pulled part of her seat back down so she could see inside.

Instead of a big green reptile, she saw a gray furry face & 2 huge bulging eyes. It was Sloppy Joe. She had no idea how he'd gotten in there? His enormous mouth said; "Hi Aimee! You didn't think my friend would leave me behind did you? Since he appears to have eaten who you brought, I guess I will have to eat you then!" With that he grabbed Aimee & pulled her toward his now wide open maw. "NO! This is not how this is supposed to go! I'll get you someone else! Don't eat me!" She screamed.

Sloppy pulled her in & began to eat her. His tongue enjoyed the multitudes of available smooth tanned flesh from Aimee's choice of a white tube top. She was delicious! She tried to struggle, but in the tight confines of her back seat, a decent defense was impossible. Her arms were too restrained & her legs were useless. "NO! Please! Please don't eat me!" She shrieked, but like Charlotte, her cries were quickly muffled. Sloppy was hungry & he knew she was at his mercy so he wasted little time devouring her.

Aimee was swallowed up to her waist now. Her legs had a little room to work, but not enough to make a difference. He knee length sunflower skirt had ridden way up, revealing her shapely tanned legs. Sloppy's eyes had spotted them as well. Aimee's torso was down the tight confines of his throat, being drawn deeper by his spongy undulating gullet. Another swallow brought her thighs into his mouth. Her skirt was moved away by his tongue so it could get at the tasty velvety skin. Her lower legs fluttered furiously now, but it was over. Sloppy would take his time savoring her delicious legs, but soon enough, Aimee was gone & was working her way down to be curled in Sloppy's stomach. Aimee's dastardly plan had claimed more than she anticipated.

Chomps walked along the lower reaches of the garage, heading for a drain pipe where he lived. Inside him, Charlotte was still making her way to his stomach. Squeezed within his throat, she had still managed to hear Aimee's screams. Tho she was doomed to be food, Charlotte couldn't help but smile as she knew Aimee had gotten hers! She didn't know how? But she knew she wasn't the only girl to get eaten down here.

Sloppy crawled out of the trunk. He sat there a moment, rubbing a bulging belly full of a still wiggling & squealing Aimee. He let out a burp, then got up & wandered in the direction Chomps had taken. He too had a den in down here where he would digest his delicious meal. Poor Aimee's revenge had backfired on her. Sloppy had followed Chomps & quickly assessed what was going on. Ambushing Aimee was easy.

Meanwhile, the dufflebag still lay on the rolling cart. Inside was the unconscious, bound & gagged figure of Brad. Aimee was planning on tormenting him fr awhile to show him the consequences of cheating on her. Now, no one even knew where he was? He began to stir as the drugs she used wore off.