Sybella was sitting in the back row of the bus, staring out the window and contemplating just how boring intercity bus rides are. She is alone in the back third of the bus; nearer the front there are some people, a general smattering, all either over 50 or looking it, about ten people in all. She is been seven hours out of the city, heading over the mountains via several places utterly insignificant, and huge traffic slowdowns mean she has only just turned off up the valley, which was supposed to be a two-hour trip. The people in cars are all going to the resort town further along; so, probably, are most everyone on this bus, and it bids fair to be another seven hours before it arrives there. A laughably small bathroom occupies only about half the back end of the bus; she is sitting in the truncated row immediately next to its door. Nothing has happened, absent variations on the theme of 'slow' from the traffic surrounding, since you left the city, and nothing seems likely to happen for another few hours at least. She begins to sit back seriously consider falling asleep.

Several similarly uneventful hours later, the bus gratefully exits from the highway, ironically accelerating something like five times on the less-trafficked road. A loose collection of buildings is visible on the eastern side of the highway; the driver is now moving towards them. She looks around, seizing anything to be interested in, and see that the town, while very small, still sports an intercity bus station and several motels of generically inferior quality within its line of sight. The other passengers mostly grumble about pointless wastes of time.

The bus stops, and the driver says something distorted over the speakers, seemingly to the effect of "Here we are, does anyone care?" The name of the town is unintelligible. The doors open with a hiss of hydraulics; no one on the bus moves. However, someone indistinctly visible through the dirty windows walks towards the door of the bus from outside. As the figure boards, it proves to be a young woman, perhaps twenty years old, blonde, and quite attractive. The woman is wearing something that would not raise an eyebrow in the city but, judging by this place, must be considered quite risque here. She shows the driver a ticket; he, mostly oblivious, stamps it and hands it back to her. She walks up the aisle, through a gauntlet of disapproving looks from the older passengers seated near the front, and sees you at the back of the bus. She hesitates a little, weighing the urge to sit as far away from the Boring Ones as possible against suspicion of a single young woman who might be a predator, and decides to sit about three rows forward from the back. She doesn't seem to have any bags; you wonder what she's doing on this bus.

Sybella would naturally be interested in someone like this, for several reasons; leaving aside the woman's looks, she seems to be alone, and close acquaintances nearby can ruin the day of a predator. Sybella carries a gun, for that reason, but it's hard to hold it on someone while she is eating someone else, and shooting people is against the law even if eating them isn't. On the other hand, she is also curious as to why the young woman is boarding a long-haul bus in Nowheresville, USA, and why she didn't see fit to bring even a bag with her; eating her now would most likely ruin sybellas chance to finding out anything about her, as her surviving relations probably wouldn't be inclined to answer questions. What's a predator to do?

Ignoring curiosity; Sybella decides that satisfying her hunger is more important right now, and the opportunity to get normal food isn't likely to crop up for a few hours more. The woman is very pretty; she's about 5'7", wearing a tight spaghetti-strap shirt and short shorts, with blonde hair to her shoulders and a quite respectable figure. At the moment, she is noticing the prevailing speed of traffic as the bus merges back onto the highway, which can be most succinctly described as 'slow'. She stares angrily ahead, muttering about her schedule and her father waiting for her. It seems that Sybella has the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her; to gain her trust, at least marginally and in passing, it might be useful, but she might also be more suspicious of someone who is trying to initiate contact. Sybella could also just grab her; easily, and it would be faster, but it might also alert the people on the bus to her status, and they would probably try to interfere with her later.

While thinking these scenarios in her, she begins to think that trying to strike up a conversation might not be worth the trouble; she is going to eat the young woman within the next few hours, no matter what. The question remains of how to get her meal without stimulating the so-far passive passengers to some action against her; just standing up and grabbing the woman would leave a significant chance that she could make enough fuss that the others on the bus would feel obligated to do something. Also, it would be convenient to have the woman in such a position as would allow Sybella to take her clothes off of her--since she dislikes the taste of cloth. The question seems difficult.

Suddenly, the woman shifts her weight forwards, waits a long moment, then stands. She walks back towards the bathroom, looking at Sybella at first but becoming indifferent as she makes no sign. She opens the door and steps into the room, closing it behind her. The door lock reads 'OCCUPIED'. After some seconds, sybella hears the distinctive sound of the chemical toilet flushing. She then stands up in front of the door as the lock is cycled back to 'VACANT'.

The door opens. The woman is not really paying attention, and steps forwards towards Sybella, allowing her to open her mouth wide and engulf the woman's head; she suddenly flails her arms and legs in panic, but she steps backwards, still with the womans head in her mouth, and sits down in her seat. The bathroom door swings shut as usual; the woman is helpless, her body below the level of the seat in front of Sybella and not visible from farther up. None of the other passengers seem to have noticed anything unusual.
Sybella draws a short knife from a sheath at her belt, and lifts the woman's shirt at the back cutting it from top to bottom. It splits open, revealing nothing below. Sybella then cuts the straps at the back, as well, pulling the shirt out from under the woman, leaving her naked to the waist. Putting the shirt and the knife aside, Sybella grabs her by the arms and shoves the woman further into her mouth, pinning her arms to her sides. She the waits for a moment , tasting the womans skin, then keeps pulling her into her mouth. The womans breasts pass over Sybellas lower jaw, making the woman shudder. Sybellas neck and chest expand as the woman's head is pushed down towards her stomach; her hands are completely pinned now, and her legs have no leverage. She tries to scream, but no sound escapes Sybellas mouth. She swallows again, pulling the woman in to her stomach, and grabs the knife again to cut off her shorts and underwear. These go aside, as the shirt did,and Sybella grabs the woman's thighs and pushes her further down. Her head and torso have come to rest in Sybellas stomach, as Sybella forces it not to start digesting her too early. Sybella then begins to swallow the womans hips now; she is no longer struggling, having run out either of energy or of hope, and her legs slide easily down sybellas throat. Sybella feels the woman slide down her throat and curl up in her stomach, as she adjusts her shirt as to allow it to cover her bloated belly. The woman is still ,conscious and seems to be quietly sobbing, still able to breathe the air that Sybella swallowed along with her. Sybella concentrates on forcing it out; eventually she lets out a large belch and her dinner's sobs cease. The woman becomes still within a few minutes.As Sybella lies back on the seat and she begins to enjoy the digestive process, and admires her pregnant looking belly. As she begins to pat and rub her belly, she falls asleep while trying to remember the last time she felt this full.