WARNING:  Contains consensual vore, digestion, schoolgirls and uniforms.  Also a hungry Plushie.

Outside the train station was still noisy with the hectic bustle of travellers but inside the restaurant was quieting down now with most of the school kids making their way home but the commuters probably still working away in their offices for another few hours.

Among the customers remaining was a young business woman who'd come in to wait for her train home. She was so tired that she still wore the name badge that the trainer had given her but even so she was being ignored. Not something a woman as attractive as her usually managed but today she found it welcoming.

Not that she had set out to attract attention that way, but she had been attending training with some senior colleagues and had her best skirt suit and Victoria Secrets push up bra on so usually got herself noticed.

What was less welcoming, or at least more unusual, was the company she was keeping, particularly the large bear-like creature sat at a nearby table. She knew that it was watching her and for some reason it made her nervous. She had spent the day in a boring corporate training session and had another two hours on the train to look forward to before she got home but the creature's presence stirred her body in very unexpected ways. Not that Fran (for that was the name stuck to her lapel) understood that the clumsy looking creature hunted by pheromone’s, enticing it's food with invisible scents.

The creature held her attention was taller than she was and much bulkier but that wasn't saying much as people often commented on how petite she was. She was trying to be discrete as she examined the creature out the corner of her eye that she totally failed to see the girl who was returning from the counter to join a noise table of girls nearby.

“How you doing Zippy, getting peckish?” a girl stood for a moment, clutching her school bag and a Cola.

“Yeh Zippy, wouldn't Justine taste great.” With that the other girls at the table laughed but the creature, presumably called Zippy, didn't respond.

“Come on Zippy, you know you'd like some of this . . “ She briefly danced on the spot, giving the creature a good view as her school blazer and skirt flared out from her spinning around.

“Come on girls, leave Zippy in peace.” This was one of the staff clearing the nearby tables and with a shrug the girl went to join her friends.

The whole interaction had pierced the woman's attempt at discretion as she now stared openly at Zippy, which confirmed that the creature was actually watching her.

The cleaner noted the two customers staring at each other and came over.

“Don't you be worrying about Zippy here, he's used to the girls having their fun with him.” The young woman looked away from Zippy, clearly unsure what she was thinking.

“But why is he here? I haven't seen him buy anything, I mean, do you even serve his kind of food?” The woman nodded to the remnants of her own meal on the tray before her.

“Well, Fran is it (she nodded at the Fran's name badge) Zippy is sort of special around here. He used to be on TV and all, probably back before you were born though.”

The woman scooped up the tray, leaving the woman with her drink.

“Now he just comes in for the occasional meal and he normally finds something to fill him up.” The woman almost laughed when Fran glanced up at the pictures of meals above the cashiers.

“Oh our Zippy doesn't eat off our menu. See our friend here enjoys the taste of our customers, not our fast food.”

The young business woman was still confused. It was clear to the cleaner that Fran must come from somewhere that non-humans were unusual.

“You mean he eats people?” The though was unnerving but also a little bit thrilling to the young businesswoman.

“People like them?” Fran nodded towards a couple of obese shoppers tucking into their burgers.

“Actually Zippy probably couldn't handle them, but there are other, smaller people, that would be just about right for our Zippy.” She nodded towards the table of school girls and some other skinny customers nearby.

“But surly you're joking, he wouldn't be allowed to do that, would he?”

At that the woman laughed. “Well Zippy wouldn't eat young girls, not with his taste for the more developed bust, but those are from the Sixth Form attached to the local High School so are fair game for our friend.”

“Still there's hardly enough meat between that whole table to satisfy our Zippy. No, you're more his style, you've got more up top than those girls do.” With that the woman moved onto cleaning more tables while the shocked woman tried to process what she'd been told.

The implication that the creature who was staring at her might think to eat her. Suddenly the training that she'd been trying to forget seemed much less interesting.

“Excuse me I. . . “ but the business woman realised the cleaner had disappeared. She looked at Zippy, wanting to know so much but ..

“Hi, I'm Justine, you want to be introduced to Zippy?” The school girl was back and against her will the Business woman found herself being introduced to the creature. Not so distracted by Zippy, Fran saw that the girl looked older than she'd thought and from the curves clearly visible under her school uniform her earlier play at tempting Zippy might have been a bit reckless. Normally Fran was pleased to find another woman with smaller breasts than her, believing it made her look more competitive in the race to find a great guy, but somehow that logic was overturned when dealing with something that only wanted to eat her precious assets.

“Zippy, this is Fran, do you like her?” The creature nodded it's head and smiled at her. Fran realised that Zippy wasn't like any creature she'd ever seen before as it's mouth almost split it's head in two. A mouth that could easy swallow her down. Suddenly she became aware of just how sensitive her nipples had become in the cups of her Victoria Secrets bra.

“So Fran, I'm sure Zippy wants to know whether he can eat you today?”

The creature nodded it's head.

“You see, some meals need persuading and some are just teases that lead him on without going through with it.” Justine paused to look carefully at Fran.

“You're not one of those teases are you?”

Fran felt her whole world seem to spin around, unable to believe that anyone would mistake her for the kind of girl that would allow herself to be eaten alive. But then again Fran tried to image just what a girls wanting to be eaten would look like?

“Do you mind?” Justine held out her phone to take a selfie of the three of them.

“This is great, see I've got dozens of Zippy's meals.” She swiped through lots of images of Zippy, Justine and various women. There was a pattern and looking at her reflection in the window Fran realised that she fitted it. Although all these other girls wore a mixture of suites, uniforms (at least two policewomen) and fashionable dresses, they were all small like her. Every one of them were around the same size as Justine and herself.

“I'm sorry, but I'm not anyone's meal, not even Zippy's.” The Fran was very clear about that. She was just waiting for her train. She'd come here to get something to eat, not to let herself be eaten.

Justine showed her phone to Zippy who for a moment looked away from his intended meal to the pictures of his previous happy meals. Resting a heavy paw on the school girl's shoulder he nodded at the business woman.

“I think she means it.”

“You do mean it don't you, that you're going to let poor Zippy here go hungry?”

It was ridiculous but the young business did woman feel guilty. It was totally absurd to feel responsible for Zippy's hunger but despite these feelings she just couldn't feed herself to him.

“Look, I'm not unreasonable and if Zippy want something off the menu I'll get it for him.” Now she couldn't be fairer than that.

Justine seemed to forget about the business woman as she turned to face Zippy. She was silent for a moment, clearly considering the situation. She had been hoping to watch Zippy eat the pretty businesswoman but that hadn't been the only option.

“Zippy, you know you don't have to go hungry today.” The school girl guided his paw from where it rested on her shoulder to her waist. Justine's blazer partly concealed what was going on but from what Fran saw Zippy was caressing the young girl's soft abdomen.

Zippy shuddered, making a half hearted attempt to step away but Justine stepped closer. The schoolgirl was very sure of herself in a way that Zippy certainly wasn't.

But whatever thoughts Zippy was having his body was reacting to the young girl's presence. With his other paw Zippy brushed back Justine's hair and for once the young girl stopped talking.

The restaurant was silent as the customers watched events unfolding.

Justine nervously licked her lips, there was a slight tremble in her hand as she passed her unfinished Cola to the businesswoman.

Zippy opened his mouth, his broad tongue clearly visible. The spectators held their breaths, waiting to see if Zippy would do it, whether Justine would step back to join her classmates at their table once more.

With the gentleness that spoke volumes to Zippy's experience in children's entertainment he leaned down, crouching slightly as Justine went up on tip-toes. Reaching up Justine guided Zippy's head over hers as he lifted the schoolgirl into his mouth.

With great restraint Zippy's mouth closed on Justine, swallowing her head and shoulders. Fran thought she heard a whimper, like a pre-orgasmic moan coming from Justine but in truth it might have been any one of the women watching making that sound.

Holding the girl in his mouth Zippy adjusted his grip, paws on her plaid skirt as lifted the girl and began her journey into his stomach.

Out of sight, in the privacy of Zippy's mouth, the creature's tongue slipped past Justine's blouse and bra to explore her young breasts. Not the meal that Zippy had wanted but certainly better than the Big Mac and Fries that Fran had offered to buy him.

Another swallow and the school girl's hips and thighs entered Zippy's mouth where his tongue slipped beneath the Justine's panties, evoking a loud moan that was echoed by the watching women. The taste of Justine's juices were confirmation that Justine had been more than ready for today's experience.

With gravity assisting him Justine's legs, knee high sock and finally her patent leather school shoes disappeared from sight. As the girl slid into his stomach he rubbed his belly like a particularly satisfied Santa as guided Justine to her final resting place, helping her curl up in his belly. Justine really was Zippy's happy meal.

The businesswoman was shocked by this turn of events, not believing that a girl had fed herself to the creature. She was also fighting a wave of guilt when she considered that she had led Zippy on, getting him all excited and then refusing to follow through. She was trying to work herself up to anger at Zippy or herself when the girls at the next table clapped and ran forward to press their hands against Zippy's belly.

Their calls to Justine produced a response which was lost beneath the gurgling stomach, but the fact that their friend was noisily enjoying herself was obvious to all. Not that the excitement seemed to last for long but then from the loud orgasms the girl was undergoing it was clear that preservation of air wasn't one of her main concerns.

So after only a few minutes Zippy's stomach stopped moving. At least not movement caused by Justine playing with herself as the sounds and movement of Zippy's digestive system was all too obvious.

“Come on Zippy, lets see if you can beat the record and digest your meal.” It was the old table cleaner who ushered Zippy towards the 'International' toilet with it's squat toilet and shower.

Still confused the businesswoman trailed along with the schoolgirls and soon they all stood outside the door, listening to the sound of Zippy trying to go to the toilet.

“Come on Zippy, you can do it” This call was taken up by the girls who chanted outside the rest-room and from the loud runny splat and groan of relief they all heard it was clear that Zippy had managed a bowel movement.

That was it. The businesswoman looked at the happy schoolgirls and smiling customers with horror. Only minutes ago they had seen a bright young girl offer herself up to be eaten, and now she'd been digested.

She just couldn't believe how sick these people were. Trying to organise her thoughts she would have shouted at them if she hadn't just fainted in righteous anger.

Coming around Fran realised that she was propped up in a booth, the high pitched whispers of schoolgirls still chatting about what had gone on around her.

Justine was clearly the topic of conversation but so were someone called Jasmine but there seemed to be some debate. A debate being led by a Sabrina.

Then she started to remember and her horror gave way to confusion as she took in the calmness of the girl's, and the fact that she was sat next to a contented looking Zippy.

“Justine's” She recognised the collection of lapel badges in the middle of the table. Badges that had been pinned to the schoolgirl's blazer when she'd been swallowed.

A girl who's plastic ID badge identified her as Sabrina nodded “And this . .” she pulled out a filthy looking school tie. “Zippy can't digest polyester like he can meat when he eats us.” Sabrina's own tie was like knew and a glance at the other girls it was clear that they all attended the same school.

“Us?” Fran wanted to know whether she was considered to be part of “us”

“Well he probably eats a girl or two from either our school or the big Catholic Academy each week but most other days he will enjoy some other woman passing through the train station.”

“So Justine was just today's meal. Zippy's equivalent to the Burgher and Fries I had earlier?” It was strange to think that these girls thought it right that they should be consumed so casually.

“No Miss, Justine alone isn't enough for a big boy like Zippy. That's why I'm feeding him today as well.” The girl, also wearing a convenient name badge with Jasmine on it, was a very pretty girl, but probably far too made up for school.

“That's not decided yet and if you don't head home soon you won't have time to clean that make-up off before your mother sees you.” Well there seemed to be some disagreement between Sabrina and Jasmine but it was hard to understand why such a girl would want to be reduced to a toilet full of excrement like they had just witnessed happening to Justine.

“Look Miss, If I don't get eaten up then my parent's will have me married off to my ugly cousin once I finish school. I'll spend the rest of my life popping brats out for a man I hate and will be lucky not to have to live in some hot and smelly foreign country.” The girl checked her eye-liner in the mirror of her compact.

“And besides, Zippy has been a really good boy so it would be very selfish of me to let him go hungry.” With that she closed up her fashionable clutch bag and handed it to Sabrina.

“So how do I look?” The other school girls all chipped in with compliments but what Fran noticed most was that Zippy was drooling in anticipation of his next meal.

With growing dread Fran realised that she was going to be witness to another young girl throwing her life away to satisfy Zippy's hunger. It would have been two lives that she could have saved.

Now although Fran wasn't exactly stacked in the breast department, none of these girls was any competition. Certainly not Jasmine anyway. She might be a sixth former old enough to go to university in the autumn but she still had a minuscule cleavage. Fran didn't know it but the lack of developed girls was all to do with Zippy's preference for a breast meat diet that had ensured most girls were on the menu as soon as they started to develop any noticeable assets.

“Zippy.” The creature was ignoring her, his attention fully on the pouting schoolgirl who was making duck-face for a selfie she was taking of her and Zippy.

Loosening her jacket she thrust her chest in the creature's face which was enough to distract Zippy from Jasmine's antics.

“Zippy, wouldn't you rather have these?” The creature had been half reaching for Jasmine but when Fran guided his paws to her breasts there was no resistance.

“See Zippy, I'm sure that I can fill your belly right up.”

Now she had the creatures full attentions she found herself staring into the deep throat down which so many other girls had passed and for a moment she hesitated. But Sabrina helped her out here as with a discrete push she nudged Fran against Zippy who's mouth closed upon her, taking away any choice she might have had.

Zippy's tongue quickly sprung his meals breasts free from the confinement of her bra and Fran got to enjoy the full pleasure of being swallowed by an expert woman eater. A pleasure enhanced by the competition between Sabrina and Jasmine as each thrust a hand up her tight skirt as she straddled Zippy's belly.

Soaked in saliva Fran slid face first into Zippy's belly like Justine had done earlier in the evening but unlike the school girl Fran wasn't alone as despite Sabrina's objections Jasmine had hung onto Fran's legs, letting herself be rescued from the fate her family had planned for her.

In the humid dark confines of Zippy's stomach there was no one to see just how much effort Jasmine had put into her appearance but the girl herself knew and quickly finding each other in the darkness neither Fran or Jasmine needed to masturbate away their final moments. If they hadn't been so involved in their last ever sexual encounter (first ever in Jasmine's case. It was almost a shame to lose ones virginity in the belly of a woman-eater) they they might have heard the very vocal encouragement their actions were getting from the girls crowded around Zippy.

Sabrina pressed her hands against the softening shapes beneath the skin of Zippy's belly but despite the vigorous girl-on-girl action the waves of happy fucking faded away until only the gentle gurgle of Zippy's digestion remained. It seemed that Zippy could digest two girls just as quickly as he could one, but then Zippy realised that maybe he's over done it a bit. Clearly he was in urgent need of relief as he struggled out of his chair, desperate not to make a mess in his favourite hunting ground.

It would take the support of all the girls to get Zippy back to the toilet where he had to use the disabled grab rails to squat over floor grate. It had been Sabrina this time who got to experience the eye watering aroma of excreted Fran and Jasmine in a disgusting torrent that she washed away with the shower head provided.

When the water ran clear again all that remained were some odd bits of wire and the undigested knot of Jasmine's school tie. It seemed that Fran's suit had been fully digestible and thinking back to her Sex-Ed classes she recognised the contraceptive coil that Fran had presumably been using. Given that the business woman, or at least her residue, were now flowing through the city's drains she at least didn't have to worry about pregnancy. The under-wire from Fran's push-up bra went unrecognised but then Sabrina would need a good growth spurt before she could ever made use of such lingerie. Tossing the unwanted remains of Fran's life in the bin she pocketed the knot of Jasmine's school tie, keeping with Justine's as final mementos of her best friends.

Then Sabrina had a 'Road to Damascus' moment.

Having seen her two best friends reduced to shit Sabrina realised that her own future would end down the same plumbing system.

She could go home, pretend that family mattered. Could go ton to University this Autumn and maybe have some kind of career.

But whatever she did wouldn't matter as one day, probably very soon, she would follow her friends and feed herself to Zippy.

It seemed pointless to delay the inevitable.

Sabrina would let Zippy have her now. Give his another Happy Meal.

Decided she turned to Zippy and realised that while she had been deciding her future, the thought of having yet another female throw herself down his throat had proved too much.

Zippy had scurried off home.

There was only so much fast food one could eat and three Happy Meals in one day was more than enough for Zippy.

With a sigh Sabrina rejoined her remaining friends at their table, somehow comforted by her decision to seek out Zippy tomorrow.