The Morning After [F/F, Soft Oral Vore]

[TheDifference]

Hello, all! I am trying to improve my writing so I've decided to start posting some work on here. I would appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy!

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Jenna blearily opened her eyes and blinked, trying to focus her vision. She was never a morning person and she guessed that last night must have gotten out of hand judging by her foggy head and general soreness. She gathered her thoughts and attempted to sit up without success. The young woman noticed several things at the same time. There was a heavy weight on her chest that she wasn't used to. Her tank top felt several sizes too small, riding up over a noticeable pot belly and squeezing her ample chest. Her bra hung loosely from her shoulders and offered no support.

Jenna grunted as she used the wall her bed sat against as support and leveraged herself into a sitting position. Her hands shot up to her breasts, squeezing them and feeling their heft. The B-cup bra that was loosely draped across her body was greatly outclassed by the mounds on her chest. Jenna guessed that she must be a large D or even more now. She reached inside the taut fabric of her top and pulled out her bra. One of the hooks was bent and several small tears could be seen, indicating that the bra had done it's best to contain more than it had ever been built to.

Letting the undergarment fall to the bed, Jenna ran her hands down her torso. Her normally trim body, the result of many hours spent in the gym, was now bloated out into a round, chubby belly. Hesitant probing and squeezing showed the flesh to be soft and pliant. A small burp worked its way out of Jenna's mouth as she rubbed her stomach. “Guess I need to lay off of those late-night burritos…” Jenna mused. She realized that she was speaking to nobody in particular. Last night she had been drinking with her best friend, Stephanie, and neither of them had been in any condition to drive.

Bracing herself on the bed, Jenna heaved herself to the floor. She was still unaccustomed to her new body and flailed about as her feet hit the floor, struggling to avoid tipping over. She was met with an unfamiliar amount of jiggling and stood in place for a moment to compose herself.

Jenna then walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. She bent over to peer around the bushes outside and saw Stephanie's car parked next to her own. Her brow furrowed in confusion but her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp tear.

A rip had appeared on Jenna's right hip and was slowly spreading across her leggings. She shot up straight and the ripping slowed and eventually stopped. The young woman noticed that her hips now had a sharp flair to them, even considering her softer stomach. Gingerly, to avoid accelerating her leggings’ demise, she brought her hands around to grab hold of her previously trim backside. She was met with two large handfuls of gelatinous ass.

Letting out a small yelp, Jenna ran to her bathroom, flicked on the lights, and examined herself in the mirror. She was typically active and had always been slender. The lithe body she knew was not what she saw now. Her white tank top was stretched taut around her large, perky chest and rode up, exposing her rounded belly. Efforts to pull the top down and cover herself were unsuccessful and Jenna was forced to move on from her chunky midriff.

Jenna's hips rounded out past her stomach into a pair of thick, smooth thighs. They supported a bountiful booty that gave her an exaggerated hourglass shape. As she turned, prodded, and panicked Jenna saw that the tear in her leggings continued to spread and patches of pale flesh were poking out. She peeled them off in an effort to salvage them later.

Looking back up to her face Jenna saw that it was slightly softer, but largely unchanged. Her hair, though, was...different. It was pulled back into a loose ponytail like usual, but her normally dark brown hair had a different look to it. Lifting a bundle of strands to the light showed that it had a bright copper sheen.

“Steph? Stephanie?! This isn't a funny joke!!” Jenna yelled, storming out of her bathroom. She searched the kitchen, living room, and spare bedroom but did not find anybody else in the home. Her front door was locked, including the deadbolt that can only be secured from the inside. Feeling strangely winded, Jenna made her way back to her bedroom and plopped heavily onto the bed.

Jenna's gaze drifted about the room and eventually found her computer's webcam. A small red light indicated that it was actively recording.

Pulling herself back to her feet (“Carefuuulll…”), Jenna plodded over to her desk. She pulled up the webcam's viewer and saw that it had been recording for over 8 hours. The display in the corner of her screen told her it was a little after 10am, so this recording should have some answers about last night! Jenna stopped the camera and started the video over from the beginning.
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Jenna peered into the webcam's lense to see what was making that red light blink. She was unable to tell from looking into the device but her inquisition was cut short as she was grabbed from behind. She began laughing as her friend Stephanie revealed herself and the two tumbled to the floor and out of shot. Raucous laughter could be heard, likely stoked by the half-empty bottle of tequila on the desk.

Stephanie worked herself free first and stood up into view. Her bright red hair framed her soft face. She was grinning widely as she tried to help her friend up. She was wearing a large yellow tee-shirt and pajama pants but her figure was still visible through the fabric. Her large breasts made her shirt hang loosely over her thin waist. The drawstring of her patterned pants was taut over her wide hips and sizable butt. The fabric was worn slightly between her thighs as they rubbed against one another. Stephanie was on the shorter side, especially compared to Jenna's 5’11 stature.

Jenna managed to get her feet under her and pulled herself into shot. Her thin form was a stark contrast to the voluptuous figure of her friend. This was made all the more apparent as she stumbled and fell face first into Stephanie's chest. Seizing her chance, Jenna pursed her lips and blew, motorboating the giant tits and making Stephanie throw her head back in laughter.

“They're so...biiig!” Jenna slurred, pulling her head free of the cleavage. The two girls fell into a pair of chairs in front of the desk.

“Thanks, grew 'em myself!” Stephanie responded. “I'm jealous of how thin you manage to stay, though.”

“Oh, thanks. It's cool and all,” Jenna's mirth disappeared and she began to pout. “But you got that...old-school like...va-va-voom thing goin’ on...” Jenna made an hourglass shape with her
hands and dropped them to her sides despondently.

“Hey, hey, none of that!” Stephanie exclaimed. She grabbed Jenna's face lightly and turned her face to look into her eyes. “This isn't a competition. You've got an awesome bod!” She stopped as a hiccup worked its way out and she lost her train of thought. Her mind drifted about in inebriated bliss and was only pulled back to reality by Jenna's hands on her waist.

“But I love how...soft you are,” Jenna said quietly. She slowly slipped her hands under her friend's shirt and began tracing up and down Stephanie's sides. The curvaceous girl drew in a sharp breath that was released as a small moan. Jenna brought her hands up and cupped a swollen breast. She felt Stephanie's nipple harden as the girl shifted in her seat. Feeling no resistance, Jenna leaned in and gently kissed her friend. She was rewarded by Stephanie's tongue darting into her mouth. The two leaned into each other, running hands through each other's hair and grasping at whatever body part they could reach.

Jenna pulled away first and stood up. She tugged gently at Stephanie's shirt. Stephanie reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. It got stuck for a moment on her chest, causing her tits to bounce enticingly as she yanked the shirt free.

Jenna's eyes went wide and she stared at her topless friend. Her concentration was only broken a moment later by a loud groan coming from her stomach.

“Oh, sorry!” Jenna exclaimed, drawing her hands over her middle. “Guess we should’ve gotten some of those late-night burritos, huh?”

Stephanie responded by standing and walking over to her friend. She pulled up Jenna's tank top and kissed her trim torso.

“Don't apologize. I want every bit of you,” Stephanie purred. Jenna reached forward, grabbing her friend's round bottom and squeezing gently. She sat down in the bed behind her, pulling Stephanie with her. Jenna was enjoying a curvy girl in her lap and a tongue down her throat.

Another few minutes of groping and kissing was interrupted by an audible gurgle echoing from Jenna's midsection. She brought a hand off of Stephanie's hips and to her clenching stomach. Her face contorted for a moment until the groaning stopped.

“You okay?” Stephanie asked.

“Nothing worth stopping this, girlfriend,” Jenna assured. Stephanie smiled and shifted her position to better get at her friend's body. Jenna was seated on the edge of the bed while Stephanie had a rounded leg on either side of her hips.

Jenna bent over and brought one of Stephanie's melons to her mouth. She licked it gently and sucked on the erect nipple. A breathy moan escaped Stephanie's lips and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

Jenna was equally overcome with pleasure. Barely audible over Stephanie's exaltations was another long, drawn out growl from her empty stomach. She opened her eyes, appeared to think for a moment, and dropped Stephanie's breast from her mouth.

Stephanie blinked her eyes open and turned her head back to Jenna. Instead she saw a large, open hole that engulfed her vision.

Jenna ran her tongue over her friend's face and a look of bliss came over her own. A loud gulp pulled the rest of Stephanie's head into her mouth. Her stomach let out the loudest gurgling yet in anticipation.

Jenna swallowed again, pulling the rest of her friend's short red hair into her mouth. Another loud gulp brought her shoulders in along with the tops of her arms. Stephanie appeared to notice what was happening and began to flail about. Panicked noises could be heard from Jenna's throat but there was nothing understandable.

Another swallow brought Jenna to her friend's massive rack. She hurriedly gulped to get another taste of what set her in motion. She felt Stephanie's tits bump into her chin and struggled to swallow harder and get them inside of her already packed throat. Jenna moaned loudly as she engulfed the large chest and began to run her tongue all around each breast. Another growl from her aching belly reminded her that she needed to finish her meal and she swallowed again. Stephanie's head was beginning to push into Jenna's stomach and she began to curl into a ball as Jenna continued swallowing her.

After her meal's enormous boobs, Jenna quickly slurped down her narrow waist. She encountered the next issue as Stephanie's body flowed out into her wide hips and, more troublingly, her broad behind.

Jenna saw no way to go but forward so she swallowed again and again, determined to ingest this delicious girl. Her throat opened wider as she brought in her meal's hips and delicious booty.

Seeing no reason to cancel their plans, Jenna paused for a moment and slid Stephanie's pajamas and panties down a bit. She gently probed her tongue into Stephanie's pussy and was simultaneously rewarded with an explosion of magnificent flavor and punished as Stephanie's struggling increased tenfold.

By this point Jenna had leaned back and looked up, allowing gravity to help her engulf her meal. Stephanie's legs kicked wildly in one final, futile effort to free herself. Jenna ensured this wouldn't happen by swallowing deeply. Stephanie's hips finally slipped between Jenna's lips and, with the biggest roadblock overcome, her legs slid down Jenna's throat shortly after.

As soon as Jenna saw Stephanie's red-painted toes disappear into her mouth she looked down at her body. She could trace her meal's legs sliding down her throat before settling with the rest of Stephanie's tightly compressed body.

“I guess I got every bit of you, honey,” Jenna giggled at her joke. She adjusted her stretched tank-top and placed a hand upon her well-fed form.

Jenna rubbed her stomach as she inspected it. Despite her efforts, her tank top had no hope of covering the enormous orb and had ridden up to settle under her small chest. A cacophony of gurgling and growling began to echo from Jenna's distended stomach as it began to digest.

Jenna's head recoiled from the force of a massive belch that exploded out of her. Several other, smaller burps worked their way up before she could look back down at the impossibility of her bloated belly.

Stephanie's form could now be seen more clearly as air was expelled. She was visibly struggling against the tight confines of her prison. The look of contentment on Jenna's face showed that it must have been pleasurable. She continued to rub her swollen gut, taking particular delight in finding the outline of her meal's delectable ass and giving it a squeeze. The renewed struggles brought a new wave of bliss with each toss, turn, and prod.

Jenna stretched mightily, yawned, and burped again. She slowly dragged her bloated form to the head of her bed, nestled in among the pillows and blankets, and was gently snoring a short time later.

Jenna's body went to work on its biggest feeding to date over the next couple of hours. Liquid sloshed around and air burbled about before working its way into a belch. Stephanie's struggles slowed over time and eventually stopped. The pointed bits and sharp details rounded out and the stomach took on a spherical shape. Jenna tossed and turned over the course of the night, showing that her gut had become gelatinous and yielding.

As the hours went on the impossible belly shrank. It became enormous, then massive, then just a large pregnancy. Quints became twins became a baby bump. Eventually it settled into the doughy potbelly Jenna woke up with.

As Jenna's gut shrank the rest of her body took in the nourishment from her meal. Her breasts visibly grew, pulling her top up further and further. A soft pop is heard as her bra surrendered to the expanding bust.

At the same time Jenna's ass pumped up and pushed her lower back off of the bed. Several more burps worked their way out and the gurgling quieted before stopping altogether. Eventually, Jenna stirred, tried to sit up, and began exploring her new body.
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Jenna stopped the video playback and pushed away from her desk in horror. She was convinced this had to be a prank. She couldn't have eaten her best friend! That's not possible!

A yellow bit of something caught her eye. She carefully leaned down, grabbed it, and unfurled it. She blinked several times before she set Stephanie's shirt down on the desk. She burped loudly and sat back down.

“I swallowed my best friend…” Jenna admitted. “And...and...she tasted amazing. I remember now.” Jenna pulled the shirt back to her face and inhaled deeply. Even the trace bits of Stephanie's scent were enough to make her mouth water.

Figuring that she could prove herself wrong, Jenna wadded up the shirt and stuffed it in her mouth. The fabric was unappealing but she could, indeed, taste a bit of her former friend. It was the best thing she could remember tasting. She gulped down the large shirt, tracing its descent into her pudgy stomach.

“Uh-oh…” Jenna voiced her concern. “Okay...okay...this is fine. Nobody knows. And this is a one-time thing. One time. Okay.”

Jenna's self-soothing was cut short as her stomach growled loudly and she doubled over with a cramp. She stood up as it passed and thought about breakfast.

[ShamefulInterest]

No Feedback Just Praise. ^m^ I Liked It.

[Peptidase]

A classic setup with an interesting twist in the form of the webcam. Very nice!

[californasun]

Nice story, hope we can get a part of Stephanies POV so we get so see her painfully digested

[TheDifference]

Hello all!

Thank you very much for the positive feedback on my first story. I've got another one put together now that is quite a bit longer! I welcome all comments and constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy!




Jenna panted as she pumped her legs rhythmically. She pushed herself to work harder and harder as her body struggled to keep up. As she began to slow down she felt her large chest bouncing along with her movements and the pressure of her plush thighs rubbing together. Reminded of her mission, Jenna pushed on.

Finally the display on the stationary bike beeped, signalling the end of her cardio session. Freeing her feet from the pedals, Jenna let her arms drop to her sides, lifted up her head, and closed her eyes. She focused on slowing her breathing and relaxing her muscles from the workout. Dabbing at her sweaty face and neck with a small towel, her mind had time to wander as she considered the last few days.

After accepting what happened, Jenna did her best to cover her tracks. She found Stephanie's keys and drove her car back to her apartment. She took the keys inside and left them on the kitchen counter. Taking care not to touch anything, even with her gloved hands, Jenna left the apartment and caught a bus home. Part of her hoped some thief would find the unlocked door and ransack the place.

Jenna had a story prepared, ready to claim that Stephanie had bailed on their plans. So far, though, it hadn't been necessary. Stephanie had been flakey at the best of times so their friends had assumed that she was off doing her own thing again.

Thinking back to that night drew Jenna's attention back to her body. With a lot of willpower she had managed to work off some of the excess weight. Her stomach, rounded out as it had been, was trimmed down somewhat. This mostly served to highlight her new hourglass shape.

Jenna's breasts had kept their size, prompting her purchase of several new bras in the D range. Her hips and ass had retained several inches of padding as well. So far Jenna had been able to cram herself into yoga pants and leggings. The stretchy material was workable until she could burn off more of her recent gains. Jenna absentmindedly pulled at the waist of her pants, stuffing soft flesh back into modesty.

Feeling less winded, Jenna leaned forward to turn off the machine. She had come to the gym late intentionally to avoid any unwanted attention or questions about her recent...changes. This made it surprising to see a girl on the bike ahead of hers beginning her workout.

What Jenna really saw was the girl's perky ass waving from side to side as she stood on the machine, shifting her weight from pedal to pedal. The thin layer of spandex left nothing but pleasant scenarios to Jenna's imagination. Her tight shirt traced a thin torso up to the loosely-bound mass of black hair.

Jenna's stomach clenched and it took a force of will to not cover it with her hands. She took a ragged breath and prayed that the girl had not heard the deep rumbling that had begun to emanate from deep within her.

'People are not food,’ Jenna thought. 'I swallowed my best friend. I can't change that. But it was a one-time thing! I was drunk! I would never do that normally! She just...felt so nice… And she tasted even better…’ Jenna's belly growled again as if in agreement. She chewed her lip as she struggled to contain herself.

“Did you say something?” Jenna yelped as she brought her attention back to reality. The girl was turned around, looking over her shoulder. Jenna's breathing quickened as she thought of anything remotely normal to say.

“Ah..uh...n-no! Nope. Just...finishing up here!” Jenna giggled nervously as she pawed at various buttons on the exercise machine. One of them started up a fan function she didn't know about. The blast of air and loud whirring startled Jenna and she flinched, flinging her hands into the air. The towel she had been holding slipped from her grasp and flew forward, landing right on the face of the other girl.

“Oh, oh, I'm so sorry!! I don't even know your name and I go and pelt you with my gross stuff!” Jenna jumped up as the other girl clawed the damp cloth from her head. Jenna took the towel back and continued to apologize profusely. She thought that if she kept talking then nobody could comment on the next bout of gurgling from her hollow middle.

“No, it's...fine.” The girl assured her. “And it's...uh... Susie.” She was blinking a lot and her eyes seemed to have difficulty focusing. Jenna furrowed her brow and grew concerned.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit...spacey,” Jenna commented.

“I think so...just...lost my train of thought,” Susie replied. “Yeah, I'm fine. Guess it's just a bit late for this or something.”

“Well, let me buy you a Gatorade or something to apologize!”

“No, it's fine, really!” Susie insisted. She righted herself on the stationary bike and straightened to resume her workout. Several strands of her dark hair had come loose and she was trying to blow them out of her face without much success.

Jenna took the moment of distraction to take stock of her situation. Her belly was quiet for the moment but she could still feel its nagging insistence to be filled. It was a clawing emptiness that drowned out all of her reasons why she shouldn't consume this meal in front of her. All of her guilt melted away as she realized that this was simply the natural order. Survival of the Fittest.

‘Well,’ Jenna thought, reminded of her new softer form, ‘Survival of the Best.’

Resolute in her decision, Jenna wondered how she could actually do this. There was nobody else in this part of the building but someone could come along at any moment. The video of her last meal showed her that this could take a bit of time and she didn't want to have to explain a pair of legs dangling from her mouth.

Jenna looked around and noticed the entrance to the locker room. The showers in there would have the privacy she needed and she could hide out until she was in a condition to leave. Now Jenna just needed to get Susie back there somehow before she starved. Her stomach burbled in agreement. She studied her prey for anything she could use.

Susie really was quite pretty. Her skin was pale, especially contrasted by her jet black hair. Her bright blue eyes were rimmed by what was left of the dark eyeliner she must have put on this morning. She had vibrant crimson lips that were currently pursed in concentration as she drove herself through an artificial incline.

Hungrily, Jenna noted that Susie's body had some enticing qualities, too. A black t-shirt depicting some metal band that Jenna didn't recognize [Grasp of Ullr?] clung tightly to her perky, if somewhat small, chest. It showed off a toned torso whose trim waist flowed into the shapely behind she had already admired. Jenna swallowed as her mouth began to water.

Remembering how Stephanie had let her guard down, Jenna reached over to Susie's face and gently tucked some loose hairs behind her ear. Susie inhaled sharply at the unexpected touch and turned to look at Jenna. Her focus quickly seemed to wane as she blinked several times and her body relaxed from its frantic pace.

“You…what…?” Susie mumbled. She brought her hand up and rested it on Jenna's arm. Her gaze wandered about the room as if trying to figure out where she was.

“I think you have been hitting this really hard. You deserve a break,” Jenna purred. She bent down to catch the confused girl's eyeline. The movement had the added bonus of allowing her shirt to expose more of her deep cleavage. “What do you say we hit the showers and do some intense stretching?”

“Uh…y-yeah. Yes,” Susie stuttered. Jenna threw her arm around the thinner girl's shoulder and helped her off the bike. Susie seemed unsteady on her feet and leaned against Jenna for support. Her head came to rest on the taller girl's full chest and her breathing slowed into a relaxed rhythm.

Jenna wasn't sure why Susie was so compliant but she thought that her new figure must just be that alluring. She led her prize to the locker room, lowering her hand to squeeze a handful of tight ass on the way.

As the pair entered the locker room Jenna took Susie to a bench and guided her into a sitting position. She searched the room and found that she was alone with her prey. Despite her apprehension, Jenna felt excitement growing within her at feeling that fullness once again.

Thinking to cover her tracks, Jenna went to the showers and turned each one to full blast. A veil of steam quickly formed on top of the din of running water. Satisfied that she could be hidden here, Jenna went back and saw that Susie was seated right where she left her. Not one to question good fortune, Jenna took the confused girl by the hand and led her to the last shower stall.

Bathed in the steamy air, Jenna wrapped her arms around Susie's waist and leaned in for a deep kiss. The smaller girl did not pull away but returned the kiss and let out a soft moan. Jenna enjoyed the interplay of their tongues and let herself get lost in the moment as her hands explored her meal's body.

Jenna slipped her hand under Susie's shirt. She caressed the soft skin of the lithe girl's back, then traced the curves of her hips down into the stretchy material of Susie's yoga pants. Jenna cupped a tight cheek and squeezed hard, enjoying the firm feel and slight give of an ass that's been worked for.

An agitated gurgle from her belly brought Jenna out of her passion as she set her mind to the task at hand and took a step back. She considered how to begin without alerting Susie to her peril. However, as Jenna regarded the morsel she realized that Susie had not reacted to anything she had done in the last few minutes. She waved a hand in front of the pale girl's face but Susie just stared blankly ahead.

Figuring she could press her luck a bit, Jenna slowly reached down and tugged at the bottom of Susie's shirt. No reaction. Tentatively, Jenna pulled the garment up and over the other girl's head. Susie lifted her arms as the shirt came up but offered no resistance or other response. Sweat beaded on her exposed torso as steam bullowed around the pair. She was wearing a black sports bra that stood out starkly against her skin.

Jenna dropped the shirt to the ground, reached back out, and tugged the bra over Susie's head. Her arms came up and her tits bounced free but the girl stood otherwise impassive. Jenna grabbed Susie's pants at the waist, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the black panties underneath, and yanked down. With some gentle coaxing, Susie lifted her feet and Jenna pulled her clothing free.

Deciding that she could press her luck a bit further, Jenna took a moment to savor her prize. She stepped behind her meal and gently ran her hands up and down Susie's torso. Her thin form had a gentle slope inward at the waist that Jenna found tantalizing. On an impulse she bent down and ran her tongue over the girl's stomach. Her mouth filled with the incredible taste of this woman, especially seasoned as it was with a sprinkling of salty sweat.

Jenna moaned as she ran her tongue up her meal's chest and sucked a perky breast into her mouth. The flavor changed as she sucked the softer flesh. It was complex and satisfying in a way that Jenna could not remember experiencing ever before. She felt her meal's nipple stiffen in response to the stimulation and felt Susie begin to breathe more quickly as she became aroused. This prompted Jenna's empty belly to gurgle impatiently, reminding her of why she was here in the first place.

Reluctantly, Jenna pulled away from her tasting and groping to think about how she was going to manage this. Thinking back to her only experience didn't help much as she couldn't recall what she was actually thinking or planning through the alcohol-induced memory gap. Sweat began to bead on her skin. Jenna blamed it on the warmth of the room as steam bullowed about, but she was beginning to grow nervous. She was in too deep to just walk away now without a lot of unwelcome questions. But how is she supposed to swallow a whole other woman?

Jenna grimaced as another gut-clenching hunger pang gripped her. No, walking away was not an option. She was hungry. Hungry in a way that left her no other option. This pale girl in front of her wasn't Susie anymore. She was food. And food only had one destination.

Instinct took over as Jenna grabbed her meal's hands and stuffed them into her mouth. She ran her tongue over each finger, welcoming the return of the savory euphoria. Jenna gulped deeply to begin her feeding. Her dinner was drawn in up to her elbow with a single swallow. Jenna felt her throat fill and let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

Swallowing again, Jenna bumped into her meal's head. Her nose filled with an intoxicating scent of fruity shampoo mingled with the musky scent of sweat. With her arms stuck above her head the meal's body was bent forward, giving the appearance that she was diving into Jenna's mouth.

Enjoying the imagery, Jenna stretched her maw wider and gulped hard. Her food's head slipped in between her lips and she slurped up the strands of dark hair. Another swallow brought narrow shoulders to her mouth as she felt the head slid down her tongue. Jenna felt hands slide into her stomach, encouraging her to push on.

Jenna ran her tongue over her meal's perky tits as she ingested them, too. She enjoyed playing with the pliant flesh for a moment before swallowing and sending more meat into her waiting belly.

Realizing that she should try to speed up her dining as much as possible, Jenna tensed her core and hoisted her food's lower half into the air. She leaned against a wall and took another deep gulp. Her meal's waist quickly slipped into her mouth as she felt arms and shoulders begin to curl into her stomach.

What Jenna didn't account for was the sweat on her food's skin and the wall becoming slick with steam. As she took in a trim waist the slippery surface she was using as a brace allowed more girl than expected to slide down. Jenna was forcefully fed a set of hips, a round ass, trim legs, and dainty feet in a matter of seconds. Her belly surged outward and she lost her footing, her padded ass thudding to the floor.

A deafening belch erupted out of Jenna followed by a satisfied moan. Catching her breath, Jenna did what she could to take stock of the situation. Looking down showed that her shirt had barely survivedl. Long tears and popped seams left the garment barely clinging to her large chest and doing nothing to cover her stomach. Her gut protruded out just past what she could reach. It was spherical now but Jenna could see more lumps and shapes form as she continued to burp up air that had been gulped down inadvertently. It wasn't long before Jenna could see her meal entirely outlined in taut skin.

Contrary to the visible, lively struggle Jenna saw from Stephanie on the video playback, Susie appeared to be content with her new home. Jenna rubbed and massaged her enormous belly but nothing seemed to stir her meal into any kind of action. Groans and gurgles signalled Jenna's gut beginning to digest its new occupant.

As the euphoria of gulping her second girl began to wane, Jenna began to feel the effects of the ordeal. She was blissfully full, yes, but her throat and jaw ached from gravity's unexpected force-feeding. Being so full also made her sleepy but she knew better than to risk a nap in the open with a belly like hers.

Jenna gathered all of her willpower and leaned forward onto her massive stomach. She managed to put her weight on the bloated form and get her feet under her. The difficulty came when she tried to move into a shower stall. The distance couldn't have been more than 10 or 15 feet, but the going was slow. She took a step with one foot, gripped her gut with both hands, and pulled her feet together, sliding her belly across the slick floor.

After several minutes Jenna closed the opaque glass door and plopped to the floor under the warm, flowing water. Her breath came in panting gasps from the exertion and she dully realized that she was still clothed. With a sigh, Jenna rested her head on the wall of the shower behind her. She figured that being in wet clothes was better than risking somebody catching her as she digested her dinner.

In the safety of the stall Jenna could feel her body working on the girl in her belly. She continually massaged what she could reach, marvelling in the rumblings and muscular motions she could feel from within herself. She would frequently feel a particular glorping that worked its way up her throat in the form of a bassy belch.

Jenna was anxious enough about being caught to avoid falling asleep but she did allow herself to zone out and enjoy the euphoric feelings of being well-fed. As time went on she noticed that the lumps and details of her stomach smoothed out. Her stomach went back to its spherical state but poking and prodding showed that it had become quite soft. Pushing her hands into the sides, Jenna heard gurgling and sloshing as the liquid inside moved around. A new round of burps was forced up, bringing faint tastes of Susie with them.

Stretching beneath the warm water, Jenna noticed that she could now clasp her hands around her stomach. It was still unnaturally large but clearly beginning to shrink. Kneading the soft flesh of her belly, Jenna regretted not bringing her phone or some way to check the time. She wasn't sure how long she had been back in the locker rooms but she was ready to go home and enjoy this afterglow in the safety of her own home. Running her hands over her still-swollen stomach told her that would be a bad idea right now, though. Better to digest a bit more and slip out without drawing any unnecessary attention than to rush out into a messy situation.

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A tightness around her waist brought Jenna slowly to her senses. She realized with a start that she must have drifted off. A quick groping of her bloated belly showed her that it couldn't have been too long. She was still mid-digestion with a gut that would have been hard to pass off as a pregnancy with quints.

Reaching under the groaning orb brought Jenna's attention to the source of her discomfort. Her black leggings were biting painfully into her hips. Pale, chubby flesh bubbled up around the waistband as the pants were stretched to their limits. Apparently the shrinking of her belly was dispersing the nutrients there to the rest of her body. And there looked to be a fair amount of dispersal left to go.

A big belly brought attention, sure, but strutting out of here naked would be sure to grab more. Especially with the figure Jenna was currently growing.

Thinking that it was late enough to escape unseen, Jenna attempted to stand up. It was tricky, but not as difficult as it had been after she had just eaten. She managed to get her feet under her and, with a grunt, stood up straight. Jenna's stuffed stomach hung out from her otherwise toned waist.

Various parts of Jenna's body jiggled about as she attempted to find her new center of gravity. Unable to compensate for her new bloated form immediately, she tipped forward and squished her belly into the wall. The force caused a lump to form in Jenna's throat as something worked its way up. She let out a wet belch and watched an object fly from her open mouth. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Jenna leaned forward to inspect whatever had freed itself from her gut. She giggled as she saw a single white sock, singed and unraveled in several places, stuck to the wall by her gastric juices. In her desperate hunger, Jenna figured that she must have forgotten to get the last bit of clothing off of her meal.

Jenna turned off the shower and ponderously waddled over to each of the other stalls to do the same. She then carefully crouched and scooped up Susie's clothes. Walking over to her locker, she opened her backpack and dropped her meal's clothes into it. Jenna shrugged into her jacket and collected her things as she prepared to make good on her escape.

“Wow, you’re about ready to pop, huh?” Jenna jumped as she whirled around in panic. She saw a woman that she had not heard come in setting a bag down as she prepared to start her own gym routine. Jenna began to breathe heavily as she thought of some way to deny the bloated evidence attached to her middle. She pulled her open jacket as far closed as she could and tried her best to appear as though she was not currently digesting one of her fellow gym patrons. The only sounds she made were the occasional gurgling from inside of her and the low, ominous creaking of the threads of her pants giving way one by one. Her ballooning body was a time limit she dare not test.

“When are you due?” The woman asked. Jenna thought about the question and found her out.

“Oh, any day now!” Jenna said with a smile. She ran a hand over her large belly lovingly to play into the narrative. She unintentionally worked a large burp out of the busy organ. “Woops! Excuse me!”

“Psh, you’re fine! I hear pregnancy does all sorts of crazy things to you,” The woman continued, waving her hand to dismiss any worry. “When I finally have kids I hope I manage to stay as active as you are!”

“Thanks!” Jenna responded, continuing her slow exit, “Well, I better be getting home. This whole thing takes a lot out of me!” The woman smiled at her and turned away to put her own belongings into a locker.

Jenna took the opportunity to give the woman a once-over. Blonde hair was pulled tight into a bun to keep it out of the way while she worked out. A hefty chest was visible before the woman squeezed it into a sports bra that bit into her chunky middle. A notable pot belly hung over the waist of her overworked exercise pants. Wide hips and a sizeable ass rounded out her figure.

Tapping her belly in contemplation, Jenna thought against trying to gulp this girl, too. She was having quite the time getting her body under control as-is without more than doubling its workload. She pulled her coat back around herself and left the locker room.

Jenna kept her head down and avoided eye-contact with the bored desk attendant on her way out of the building. She made it to her car, fumbled with her keys, and dropped heavily into the driver’s seat. Some adjustments had to be made for her new size but it was manageable after a moment, even if she accidentally honked the horn once or twice with her stomach in the process.

The drive home gave Jenna time to think over the whole situation. It slowly dawned on her, though the afterglow of her wonderful meal and the adrenaline of almost getting caught, that this was no longer a one-time thing. She had now consumed two women completely whole. As she recalled details of the taste, the pressure of being so full, and the complete control she had over her prey, Jenna began to shift in her set. Rather than guilt at the ending of two lives she felt...excited. Aroused, even.

‘They aren’t people,’ Jenna reminded herself, thinking back to the moment before she swallowed Susie. ‘They are food. And food only has one destination.’ She stroked her grumbling belly and let out a moan of satisfaction. She could get used to this.

[Peptidase]

I really like the "pred tries not to but gives in" archetype of story, and this one is really well executed. Good work!

[sweetladyamy]

Hot damn.

That was just...wow. Well, it gives me more pleasure fuel, lol

[TheDifference]

Hello, all!
It's been quite a while since I've posted, but I'm trying to focus more on my creative endeavors. I've had this idea for the third chapter for some time and finally sat down for a few hours to get something written out. I'm always looking to improve, so feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy Jenna's third outing where we learn a bit more about what's going on.

Chapter 3- Being Neighborly
Jenna let out a small belch as she finished the meal-replacement shake. She set the bottle on the table beside the couch, careful not to knock over several other empties. Lounging back, she fished another from the case. A bit wasteful, maybe, but she had to find some way to get every calorie she could into her new body.

It had been a couple of weeks since Jenna had eaten Susie and she had put some effort into learning more about her…situation. Her metabolism changed, for sure. Susie had been digested completely by the following morning, leaving Jenna thinking about breakfast less than a day after gulping her gym-mate. Jenna bent her personal rule about those food-delivery apps, seeing as how she had nothing in her closet that would cover her new form enough to be considered decent.

She had ordered a big meal from a local diner…well, big by her old standards. An omelet, two waffles, and several links of sausage still had her considering another order before noon. Of course, her overactive stomach had its own solution, but she was able to convince it otherwise.

Every day was a constant struggle for Jenna to avoid swallowing one of her neighbors, coworkers, or attractive passersby. The biggest lesson: eat anything she could to avoid eating anyone she had to. Meal replacement shakes were a constant supply of calories when she didn't have access to fatty burgers, bubbly soda, or decadent ice cream. God Bless America.

Jenna knew, though, that gorging herself on normal food was only a stop-gap. She had gained substantial weight from digesting Susie. Her sports bra burst open to accommodate her ballooning tits on the way home from the gym and she’d grown an ass that couldn't, rather than wouldn't, quit. Her middle could only be called a gut and it spilled over onto her plush thighs when she sat. Thankfully, she had been able to hide all of this with a combination of stretchy clothes in approximately the proper size from an online store and selective hermitism. This wouldn't really work when she had to return to the office after the holidays.

With two weeks and zero women swallowed, Jenna had noted that her metabolism was insane. Sure, digesting an entire human in under a day was a clue, but Jenna was surprised at how temporary her voluptuous body has been. Even stuffing her face nonstop with as many calories as she could cram, Jenna was still able to see that her breasts had shrunk, her stomach took back its flat, toned form, and her ass was on break. Her new, stretchy wardrobe was somewhat loose in places. She was still quite curvy and notably bigger than she had been a month and two girls ago, but the borderline-comic proportions she had grown were long gone.

Meal-shake number six was down, the bottle joining its spent brethren on the side-table. A “normal” person was able to be perfectly filled and healthy with only three in a day, if you believe the start-up’s marketing. At 9am, Jenna broke the seal on her seventh and began to chug. The nutritious goop hit a stomach that felt utterly hollow as Jenna went back to her thoughts.

While her top weight had its downsides, like getting winded on the one flight of stairs going into her apartment and being difficult to clothe, she…she missed it for sure. After over two decades of a trim, athletic physique Jenna had finally grown the vivacious, ultra-feminine form she idolized. And now she was losing it. Jenna was under no impression that she wouldn’t eat anybody else. She wasn’t trying to replace the girl-based foundation of her new food pyramid, but rather was doing her best to plan ahead.

If Jenna went around gulping as many girls as her gut craved, she would draw all kinds of unwanted attention…and questions. Most people wouldn’t believe their friend or family member had been eaten, but enough missing women would be its own proof. Jenna didn’t fancy being whisked away to some kind of Area 51 blacksite for government testing. Plus, Jenna liked this apartment, including being able to fit out of the door. Girls were calorie-dense, as evidenced by the remnants of her meals on her frame. Her prey were only food, meals to be consumed at her leisure, but she had to walk a fine line.

A rumbling complaint from her middle warned Jenna that she may be on the wrong side of that line. She had even managed to cram herself into some of the clothes that she bought after digesting Stephanie. Sure the bra clasps were holding on by threads and she couldn’t button the top of her pants, but still. Jenna had lost a couple dozen pounds in a couple of weeks despite eating nonstop. Hunger clawed at her insides constantly unless she was actively swallowing something, anything. She rarely bothered to chew unless she was somewhere she needed to keep up appearances.

Jenna delayed another shake as she tried to piece together a plan. Work wouldn’t pick back up for over a week and she couldn’t wait that long to be full again. Missing neighbors would be too suspicious and such convenient food should probably be kept for emergencies. Grabbing somebody random wouldn’t point back to Jenna, but had plenty of its own risks. Maybe the mall? Options enough for meals, but not too crowded these days to help avoid witnesses.

A fantasy of slurping down some mini-skirt wearing dressing-room attendant was cut short by a knock at Jenna’s front door. It took her a second to gather her composure and take a look out of the peephole. Entirely new plans began to form.

Jenna opened the door to greet her neighbor from across the hall: Sandra Romeo. While they had not exactly been friends, Jenna recalled polite chats in the mailroom and some friendly, drunken hang-outs. Jenna swallowed the mouthful of drool that she suddenly had and pointedly ignored her belly’s drawn-out rumble.

Sandra was a couple of years younger and a few inches shorter than Jenna, with jet-black hair that had a slight natural curl and framed her soft face. Her deep brown eyes had the beginning of lines showing a penchant for big smiles.

Jenna noted, in particular, that Sandra had always been on the chubby side. She had on a flowy top that did a fair job disguising her large chest. A chunky middle flowed out into wide hips and a broad behind. Jenna swallowed again and her stomach audibly pleaded its case for swallowing Sandra.

“Hey, Sandra, how’s it going?” Jenna put on what she hoped was her most disarming smile.

“Oh, hey, Jenna. It’s going alright,” replied Sandra. She seemed distracted and checked her phone. “Just popping in to let you know that I’m actually moving out!”

“Oh! Is that…good news?”

“Yes! I graduated this past semester and was lucky enough to get a spot in a really competitive program out in Nevada!” Sandra beamed, obviously proud of the accomplishment.

“Wow, Nevada, that’s entirely across the country! You staying with a friend or family or something?” asked Jenna. A totally normal question, she assured herself.

“No, I don’t actually know anybody out there… But this opportunity just isn’t something I can let pass by! The wait list is dozens of people long!” Sandra checked her phone again, looking at what appeared to be an email.

“Is…everything alright?” asked Jenna, nodding at Sandra’s phone. When the other girl looked back to the device, Jenna leaned on her door frame, reaching to carefully grab a bottle from a nearby table inside.

“Yeah, yeah. Just…first time flying so I’m a little nervous,” Sandra admitted. “The plane doesn’t even leave for like 6 hours, but I’m paranoid about missing it! All of my stuff’s already moved, anyway, so I may as well wait at the airport.”

“I can understand that; I was pretty nervous my first flight, too…” Jenna let her eyes wander a bit over Sandra’s shoulder as she trailed off. “Huh, is that a bee or something?”

“What…wait, a bee?! I’m allergic!” Sandra screamed, ducking down.

“Quick, quick! Inside, inside!” Jenna yelled, swatting at the non-existent insect. Sandra scurried passed, not noticing the fine mist Jenna sprayed in front of her as she did. Jenna peered outside, satisfied that nobody else was around. She then slammed the door, locking it to make sure the bug couldn’t get in.

“Are you alright?! Did it sting you?!” Jenna fawned over Sandra in concern. The larger girl rose, slowly, blinking and seeming disoriented.

“Um…what? Did…should I be…concerned?” Sandra was looking around, clearly confused.

“No, it’s probably nothing,” Jenna assured her, grinning.

That was the trickiest thing she learned in retrospect: something about her sweat was very strange. When Jenna had been eating Stephanie, it was clear that the prey was not keen on going down quietly. Susie, on the other hand, didn’t even seem to realize she was in danger. It wasn’t like she knowingly chose to let herself be eaten, more that she was disoriented and highly suggestible.

In the many, many times Jenna replayed her meals in her mind, she’d had the chance to think about why that was and two things stood out: her sweaty towel and Susie’s response to her body. Jenna initially didn’t question the good fortune of an easy meal, then she chalked it up to raw attraction to the body she grew. It was quite an extreme reaction, though. Susie let her guard down after breathing in Jenna’s towel, but really lost control when she was close enough to breathe her scent in directly.

Jenna had done some reading and many kinds of animals are able to use things like pheromones for communication, territory marking, and controlling minds! Sure, maybe that last bit was a stretch…and mostly in insects…but it made as much sense as a lot of what she had been experiencing lately. Some experiments confirmed Jenna’s initial suspicions, with direct application leading to extra food from pliable delivery drivers and a tidy promotion. She’d found a normal spray bottle did fine to collect work-out sweat for future use.

And now, she’d been able to get a girl into her own apartment. With no witnesses. Who was leaving town today. And suddenly highly suggestible.

Jenna swallowed hard and her belly let out a pleading gurgle.

Such a golden opportunity wasn’t likely to come along very often, though. A grin slowly spread across Jenna’s face as she thought through the best way to make this meal the best it could possibly be.

“Well, Sandra, you said you’ve got hours before your plane leaves. What do you say we get some lunch and have a drink? One last hurrah to send you off!” On “hurrah,” Jenna let another spray loose from the bottle.

“Uh…yeah. Sure…” Sandra’s reply was drawn out and her expression unfocused. Jenna reached up and gently grabbed her arm, guiding her to a seat on the couch. Sandra followed obediently.

“What are you in the mood for, babe?” Jenna asked, pulling up an app on her phone. Sandra looked around, blinking slowly and lost in what might be thought.

“Oh, I know juuust the place,” Jenna giggled.



In less than an hour, one Party Platter from Late Night Burritos was sitting outside Jenna’s door. She waited until she was sure the driver was gone before cracking open the door, grabbing the foil tray, retreating back inside. She set the bounty on the coffee table in front of the couch and still dazed Sandra. Unwrapping the platter released a burst of steam and tantalizing smells.

“Time to eat up, Sandra!” teased Jenna. She guided the dazed girl up to a sitting position and pulled a burrito free of its cheese-covered resting-place. Raising it to Sandra’s mouth, the girl obediently took a bite. Then another. And another. The first burrito quickly disappeared with the larger girl licking the sauce and cheese from her mouth.

“Oh, you like that?” asked Jenna, brushing hair out of Sandra's face. “You sure do like to eat, hmm?”

Jenna let her hand wander down Sandra’s neck, brushing the side of her blouse. She slid it up under the top and gave the pliant flesh of the girl’s middle a playful squeeze. A small burp worked it way free of Sandra’s lips as she shifted in her seat.

The second burrito followed swiftly; braised meat, rice, and cheese quickly disappearing down Sandra’s throat. Then the third. And fourth. Jenna lifted Sandra’s top free of the swelling gut beneath, allowing it to plop out. She gently rubbed and massaged, helping to ease the filling belly’s work. Sandra moaned and tried to voice a thought. Jenna considered another spray, but decided that several over the last half hour was probably sufficient.

“Get…getting f…full…” Sandra managed to get out.

“Oh, honey,” Jenna pouted, “You do know that a Party Platter has 12 burritos, right? And I am too hungry to let you waste a bite.”

Sandra’s brow furrowed, but she wasn’t able to piece together the subtext. She just had to keep eating, then. There wasn’t another thing she could think to do. Especially not with Jenna bringing burrito number five to her lips. And with these pressure-relieving massages helping things along. She obediently opened her mouth and began to consume the offered tex-mex goodness.

Jenna continued her poking and prodding throughout the gluttonous ordeal, enjoying the soft give of Sandra’s body. After burrito six was completely within Sandra’s stomach, she noted that the stuffed girl’s blouse was digging deeply into the bloated belly. With half of the tray to go, Jenna did her meal a favor and tugged on the top. Sandra immediately raised her arms and allowed the blouse to be pulled free.
With more of her meal on display, Jenna admired the chubby form with ravenous interest. Sandra’s belly was greatly bloated, resting on her thick thighs and quivering with each breath. Above that, she could now behold Sandra’s larger-than-expected tits. Even in the black, built-for-utility, not-for-appeal bra they were a sight to behold. The predator was no expert, but she guessed them to be somewhere above the infinite number of “D” sizes bra companies seemed to be so fixated on.

Jenna couldn’t help herself, leaning over and running her tongue across and between Sandra’s breasts. She was rewarded with the most wonderful, salty tang that almost overwhelmed her inhibitions then-and-there. Her obedient meal raised no objections, but her breathing quickened and she began to shift in her seat. Jenna managed to hold herself back, trying to savor this experience as much as possible.

“Th…thir..thirsty,” Her meal managed to get out.

“Well, maybe a little, but you’re hardly in a position to judge…” Jenna chided, suddenly defensive. Her prey tried to understand, but Jenna realized her mistake first. She went to the fridge, pulling a two-liter bottle of cola from her stash.

“Sure thing, just lean back a bit,” Jenna instructed. Her captive complied and was rewarded with the mouth of the bottle being jammed into her own. Cola flowed forth and she sucked it down greedily.

Jenna watched the bottle drain slowly as her meal loudly gulped again and again. She traced the liquid down the food’s throat and into her expanding gut. Pushing on it produced a loud slosh and a groan of discontent from her prey. Jenna licked her lips and watched the greedy display until she realized she was holding an empty bottle. She pulled the vessel free, immediately releasing a thunderous belch from her captive. The gaseous expulsion went on for several seconds and Jenna could feel her food’s belly contract as the pressure was released.

The meal immediately began to moan and massage her stuffed middle in a vain quest for relief. Jenna began to lick and slurp at any section of exposed flesh she could, groaning in pleasure as her hollow middle growled aggressively. She had to eat. Soon.

“Alright, you’re almost ready, hun. We’re going to speed this next bit up because you taste…divine,” purred Jenna. She picked up burrito number seven. “Now, open. Wiiide.”

The prey complied as best she could, which worked well enough for the soft burrito. Jenna pushed and crammed and her meal swallowed. The entire burrito slowly glorped its way down her gullet, quickly followed by number eight. Then nine. And ten.

Jenna’s meal attempted to turn away from burrito number eleven. Her overstuffed middle was almost as noisy as Jenna’s own as it did its best to work harder than it ever would try normally. Jenna attempted to massage the bloated organ, but her increasingly frantic need made her more forceful than she intended. The push caused her food to double-over and let out a raucous belch. As she plopped back down onto her back, her shifting, growing mass caused the desperately-overworked pants into which she was stuffed to finally give in. The button burst off with a loud “POP” and her zipper exploded down, freeing more bloated flesh to surge forth.

Jenna’s patience ran out. Her hunger took over. Her food was stuffed to the point of being immobile, pinned beneath a quivering gut holding enough food and drink for a dozen people. Well, almost…

Jenna whipped around, grabbing a burrito in each hand. She wrenched her meal’s mouth open wide, and crammed both burritos in at once. Her prey loudly gulped, desperate to follow the command and eat. Jenna trusted she would get it down and set to work on her own meal.

Licking cheese and grease off of her prey’s face, Jenna ran her tongue down their neck, slurped on each breast for a bit, and savored the still-filling gut. She grabbed her food’s pants and heaved, pulling them down part way. Enjoying the entirety of her view being taken up by tantalizing, jiggling flesh, Jenna yanked again and found that the garment had become stuck. Several more tugs brought only garbled complaints from her meal.

Jenna would not be denied every taste she could get of her prize, though. With a frustrated shout, she pulled and tore the pants at the seams. The bottom of the pants was still, technically, being worn but the top of her prey’s legs were exposed.

Good enough.

Jenna pulled the shoes and socks off of her meal, pulled their feet to her lips, and swallowed. She immediately, unwillingly, let out a loud moan of pure ecstasy at the savory flavor of her meal and feeling of stretching fullness in her mouth. She gulped again and again, slowly snaking her way up the chunky legs of her meal.

A loud swallow and quick series of burps announced that her meal had finally worked down the last of the party platters. Jenna felt her prey’s sizable rear bump into her chin and stretched her jaw to get it down. She swallowed, filled with utter bliss and her food’s hips. Even that wide, feminine shape was nothing compared to the Late Night Burrito party platter Jenna had coerced her meal to ingest.

Jenna methodically swallowed and gulped, measuring her progress in inches. She compressed the bloated form of her female meal as much as possible, forcing gurgles and belches free that she could feel inside of herself before they erupted from her food. It was several minutes of slow, painful progress up the incline of glutted gut before the unexpectedly quick progress down the other side. Her food’s gut had been so stuffed that it was practically spherical, making the process significantly easier once the peak of the form had been devoured.
Jenna dully noted that her meal was still wearing a bra. Too exhausted to fumble about now, she poked her tongue about where she could and marveled at the massive mammaries’ wondrous flavors. She crammed her meal’s chest down her gullet, swallowed her shoulders, and took in her head.

With great effort Jenna rolled over on the couch, which creaked ominously. With one last effort, she slurped up her meal’s long, black hair and the arms draped above her head. She felt the appendages drift down her gullet and curl up in her monstrous belly, along with the rest of the woman she consumed whole.

Over the course of the next hour, Jenna worked up belches to reveal the glutted form of her prey. The spherical form gave way to a skin-tight depiction of the woman she ate, allowing her to massage and prod her favorite parts of her meal. She became accustomed to the groans and gurgles of her body processing its enormous meal. Which let her detect a strange growl that slowly worked its way free.

Still pinned under the softening form of her meal, Jenna was helpless as the growl turned into a lump that was driven up her throat. She was able to reach into her mouth to the back of her throat and , with a large belch, pull free the offending object: her prey’s black bra. It was soggy with digestive fluids and singed from acid, but she was able to read the tag: 42F. A second lump quickly followed and Jenna belched out the matching panties. Well, the tattered triangles of fabric and string that were left.

Jenna realized that, while she could probably stand up, it wasn’t really worth it. She methodically arranged several nearby pillows for support and nested down on the couch to digest her hard-earned meal. She absently massaged the small proportion of her gut she could reach and let herself be soothed to sleep by her body’s digestion. Belches continued to work their way free, each of them bringing back a hint of her prey’s wondrous flavor.

Jenna’s biggest mistake, she realized as she awoke, was not changing her own clothes. She was awoken to the searing pain of her jeans biting into the ballooning flesh of her waist. It thankfully didn’t last long, as the second pair of pants of the evening met their end with a startling “POP” of the button rocketing free. The zipper slid itself down, but stitches continued to pop as Jenna’s meal fed her form. She was, over the course of the next few hours, slowly freed from her clothing stitch by popping stitch.

Not to be left behind, her bra quickly burst apart: first at the hooks then at the seams as Jenna’s well-fed rack expanded beyond the garment’s capacity. She couldn’t be bothered to remove it after it stopped providing support, trusting her fattening body to make the space it needed.

Jenna was glad her food had stopped in to say goodbye. It was a shame she skipped town without talking to anybody else, Jenna thought with a predatory grin.

She wondered who would decide to leave next. She hoped they would have tasty friends.