Raising Cattle [F/F, BBW, SSBBW, Mini Giantess, Weight Gain]

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Raising Cattle [F/F, BBW, SSBBW, Mini Giantess, Weight Gain]

Postby Superbatman1 » Sun Jun 12, 2022 1:47 am

Mia and Sugi left the library after being kicked out at closing. They had just finished an intense study session.

“God my backpack is killing me! Five full fucking textbooks for this class alone; the professor’s trying to kill us with this workload! In the first week!” Mia complained.

“Well, if anatomy was easy, then just anybody could be a nurse. They have to keep a certain level of difficulty for us to fully understand the material. We knew what we were getting into.” Sugi explained as if Mia wanted some clarification on the subject.

“Oh is that a fact? Well then thanks for clearing that up for me, I was real confus- I’M AWARE. JUST LET ME VENT!” Mia shouted with little regard for anybody trying to sleep at this hour.

The two continued to chatter while walking to the apartment. They didn’t live together, but they shared a building. They were both 2nd year nursing students who became close friends the prior year. They met in their Fundamentals of Nursing class. When it was time to pair up for a partner's project, Mia had trouble finding anybody wanting to partner up with her. It was a very small class of 30 or so in a regular sized classroom rather than a lecture hall, so people did get to know one another. Despite being new, she had already made an impression for being loud, rude, and sarcastic. By the time everyone had already partnered up, a single chubby asian girl was the only one left alone. The girl had jet black, short-medium length hair with bangs and was wearing square glasses and a light pink collared dress, something your grandma might have worn when she was young. Other than her outdated fashion sense, else was of note. She was rather plump. Her noticeable gut clung to her dress and her face was soft and round. Seeing the only girl alone, Mia slowly made her way towards her. The girl stayed seated and only made several quick glances toward her as she approached.

“You got a partner?” Mia asked.

“Ah… no.”

“Well damn, looks like we gotta be partners then.”

The girl didn’t respond, only avoided making eye contact as her face blushed up. An awkward silence managed to form despite the sounds of the other students talking amongst themselves. Mia broke the ice:

“I’m Mia.” she said, bluntly.

The girl looked taken off guard. She quickly gathered herself and shot out of her seat remembering her manners.

“Oh! Umm, my name’s Sugi! Nice to meet you!”

Upon standing up Mia got a better look at Sugi. Sugi was short; half a foot shorter than her at least, 5’2’’ maybe. Despite being heavier, her chest was mostly flat, just two small, barely noticeable mounds. Able to see her hips, Mia noticed they protruded out quite a bit to each side. Mia reasoned she must have been only 18 or 19 given they were both in the introductory class, yet she had managed to gain a figure most women only may gain much later on after years of an overly comfortable lifestyle.

Together (mostly Sugi as Mia slacked off), over the course of the three weeks given, they finished their power point project and passed with flying colors. Only a few points were taking off from when it was actually presented. Sugi’s meekness didn’t make for a stellar presentation. Flashforward to now, not too much has changed. Mia was able to talk Sugi into updating her wardrobe, resulting in Sugi wearing most often jeans and a top, which made her very embarrassed as it made her curviness much more noticeable. Neither of the girls were great at making friends given each of their personality difficulties, so they grew close. Mia was the loud mouth and Sugi was the quiet type. The only thing that really changed between the two of them was Mia’s figure. Sugi never gained or lost much weight, to the contrary of Mia. Last year, as most 1st years do, she suffered from the “Freshman 15”, which turned into more of a 25ish. Most students learn to exercise and eat better, but Mia was far too lazy for that; she maintained her increased weight. Her glorious thigh gap had closed and her thin waist puffed up a bit. Love handles had formed. But to her joy, her breasts did gain some mass. They went from a cup size of B to C. This was great for her since it allowed her to wear t-shirts that, over her breasts, draped down over the rest of her abdomen, covering her bigger midsection.

“Uggggggh, carry me!” Mia whined like a baby.

“I really doubt I could do that. Besides, we only have been walking from the library for about 5 minutes. And you really should lower your voice, you I don’t want to attract an-” Sugi’s literal interpretation was cut short.

“God! You’re such a robot! Lighten up.”

“Ah… sorry.” Sugi apologized.

“Yeah, yeah whatever…. Hey, what do you mean ‘I really doubt it’? Are you calling me fa-”

A loud twig cracking and a russell interrupted Mia. It came from behind them. The two of them were nervous, neither wanted to look behind them to see what it was.

“Is someone behind us? OMG, I hope it's not, like, a stalker or something scary.” Mia whisperied.

“It’s probably just a raccoon or something.” Sugi whispered back.

“If you don’t think it's anything, why the hell are you whispering too? What if it's like one of those voresses you hear about on tv or something.

“Please don’t even joke about that,” Sugi pleaded.

A voress. Large, amazonian-like women that tend to be upwards of 10 to 15 feet tall. They first appeared several generations ago, scientists believe it was a gene mutation. Around the world a small percent of girls after puberty began to grow rapidly until their early 20s, reaching inhuman heights. But that's not what they’re best known for. What they’re known for is the fact that they eat people whole. Growing to such a size and maintaining it requires a huge amount of calories and their gene mutation also causes for a much stronger, stretchier anatomy. Two and two came together and it began happening. Obviously canibalism and murder is illegal, but logisticly, there isn’t much law enforcement can do. Any evidence quite literally goes down the drain. Unless they’re caught in the act, not much can be done. That’s even assuming any police are brave enough to go against them; nighttime patrol cops riding around areas where most people go missing tend to disappear themselves. Everyone knows voresses do this, but nothing is done.

“If you’re gonna be such a pussy about it, I’ll look.” Mia said with confidence.

Sugi’s eyes stayed straight forward as Mia checked behind them. After a few seconds of silence Sugi opened her mouth.

“Well? What was it?”

“Ru-ru-run. RUN SUGI!” Mia shouted as she bursted into a sprint herself.

Sugi didn't have to look. She was pretty sure what was happening. She ran right along with Mia. They heard massive poundings onto the sidewalk, every half second or so. Poundings that were getting louder and louder.

“wai-t for *paint paint* me..” Mia’s sprint slowed immensely after only 15 seconds or so.

“I’m sorry!” Sugi ran on without looking back. Even though she was much heavier than Mia, she still had better stamina. She didn’t look behind her.

“Fuck.” Mia said faintly as her strides became weak and unbalanced.

The massive poundings were getting right behind her now, until they stopped. Mia felt a massive pair of hands on her shoulders.

“Got you! Phew, if you didn’t run out of steam there I might have given up! I’m too old to be running around like this.” The voice from behind her spoke. “Let’s see what we have to work with.”
Mia was in shock; she couldn’t speak or move; she was bug eyed and beyond scared. Once she was forcefully turned around, Mia saw a mountain of a woman behind her. The woman was bent at the waist with her hands still on Mia’s shoulders, face right in hers, eyeing her down. The woman was huge. She was bent over, she must have been 10 feet tall at least. As the woman got a look at Mia, Mia got a look at her. With her face so close to hers she noticed her skin was slightly wrinkled. Her slight crows feet gave Mia the impression she was in her late 30s. Besides that she also had a blonde long bob cut, further making her come off as middle aged. With her slim face, the rest of her body was shocking. Her black jeans were hard to see well in the dark but her legs were beyond fat. The pants might burst at any second. She had plump calves to start, but going up the rest of her leg, her thighs were the width of Mia’s full body. She had no thigh gap at all. In fact her legs began touching directly above the knee. Going further up, her midsection was beyond full figured. Her gut pressed against her oversized, red sweater making it seem as if it was meant to be form fitting. Her stomach was making audible grumbles as well. Her breasts hung like udders in front of Mia. They were huge and fleshy. Her upper arms hung as well. Voresses ate a lot just to maintain. Mia had to wonder how much this woman could possibly be eating to get this big.

“I suppose you’ll get me by for a while. I’ll probably still have to hunt down another.” The woman shut her eyes and shrugged.

Mia felt two hands press firmly on both sides of her middle section as her feet left the sidewalk. She was held to eye level with the woman as she stood straight.

“Aww, long, dirty blond hair… That's just how mine used to look when I was your age. A shame really. I wasn’t even going for you, I wanted a taste of the fatty you were with. Now she would definitely get me through the night.” The woman chuckled.

“Oh well, I guess you're fat enough.” The woman said as he broght Mia to her mouth.

Mia was this whole time trying to form words, trying to struggle, but she just was at a loss. That is until she heard her.

“I AM NOT FAT!” Mia screamed.

The woman had already opened her mouth fully and brought Mia’s head to it. Mia felt her warm, wet breath as she stared down her gaping throat. The woman paused and held Mia further away. She had a puzzled look.

“Wow. Most people try and plead for their lives. You picked a weird battle to fight there, kiddo.”

“We-WELL I’M NOT FAT, OKAY! Don’t call me that!”

“You know I am feeling your midsection here…. I’m not feeling much firmness.”

Mia felt the woman squeeze her softness.

“I gained a little weight but that's it! Okay? And looks who's talking. What do you weigh? Five tons?” Despite her quippy-ness, her voice was stammered and she was obviously frightened.

“Never said it was a bad thing. Fatties like you are the best! Skinny people just don’t do anything for me anymore, I’d have to eat a few just to feel satisfied. Plus it’s more fun to play with you!”
The woman gave another, more playful squeeze.

“You think this is f-at? I could be wat fa-fatter! But I’m not! I have restraint!”

“...You could be fatter?”

“Ye-yeah, I guess.”

“Hrmm.”

The woman put her down, not before searching her pockets. She grabbed her wallet from her jeans.

“My name’s Wanda. Don’t go to the police about this. If I see any investigation happening, there will be trouble.” Wanda said sternly.

With a quick smile, Wanda turned around and walked the way she came. And just as Mia expected, her trees of legs did go up into two massive mounds being withheld tightly by the fabric of her jeans. Mia saw her walk into the darkness. Mia was flabbergasted. What had just happened? She almost was eaten alive. She had heard about this sort of thing happening, but she never thought it'd happen to her. After some thought she did smile though. She did go down from a death sentence to a mugging.

“YEAHHH FUCK YEAHH, CAN’T KILL THIS BITCH!” Mia celebrated to herself.

Mia ran to her apartment building with her built up adrenaline. Once there she immediately went to the first floor and to Sugi’s apartment. She pounded on the door.

“Sugi! It’s me, open up!”

Mia heard heavy footsteps rush to the door. It swung open.

“MIA!” Sugi shouted with joy as she hugged Mia tightly.

“Hey, you fucker! Get off of me! You totally left me to die!” Mia said with anger.

“I’m so-wwyy! I was so sc-scared and I was s-so worr-ied!” Sugi said between tears as her face pressed into Mia’s chest and sobbed into her shirt.

“...It’s… fine. I’m okay now.” Mia assured Sugi.

After the emotion burst was over, the two entered Sugi’s room and Mia told her everything that happened. Mia suggested that she followed Wanda’s warning and didn’t tell the police. It’d be too dangerous. She should just be happy to be alive. After a while Sugi gave Mia a final hug and she was on her way to her room.

The adrenaline had long worn off and she was running off fumes. After walking up the 4 flights of stairs to her floor she was ready to pass out. The building’s elevator was out of order. She unlocked her apartment and flopped on her bed. She wanted to sleep, but she was having major hunger pains that wouldn’t let her. She got up and searched through her kitchen. The only food around was a bulk 30 pack of ramen noodles. Typical of a college student. She was starving. Mia boiled water in the biggest pot she had and put in the hard squares of noodle until it was about full. She, without realizing it, put in 15 of the packs in there. She drained the water and kept the noodles in the pot. She looked at it thinking what to do. She really couldn’t afford to waste food, so she determined herself to finish it. She put a stick of butter on top for taste and mixed it in after it melted. She disrobed, carried the pot to her bed and sat down. The first fork-full brought to her mouth was cheap, buttery goodness. She slurped and chewed at the same time. She slurped and slurped mindlessly, too tired to think after the day she’d had. The pot was half empty when Mia started feeling stomach pains. Lifting up her shirt she saw her poor stomach protruding out. She laid flat on her bed and gave her belly a rub. This eased the pain slightly until gas was felt running up her esophagus. *BUUURP* The gas emptied her stomach a bit and she gathered a second wind. She grabbed her fork and got back to it. By the time she was done, her belly was red and felt tight. Despite the pain she was so exhausted she passed out anyhow.

She woke up to the sound of beeping. Her alarm clock was going off as it read “10:00 AM”. She just now remembered the anatomy quiz she was studying for was at 10:30. The building it was held in was a good 30-40 minute walk and she had no car. A million thoughts per second raced through her mind. How did I forget? Why didn’t Sugi wake me up? What am I going to do? Her thoughts were cut short after the attention was brought to her stomach. It was still in pain. She looked down and it was still as big as yesterday. Indigestion. Mia had no time to concern herself with it. She had to get out the door and fast. She shot up and ran to her clothes drawer. She pulled out a white tank top and threw it on. It hugged tightly on her gut, making her look pregnant. Usually, this would be too unbecoming for her to go out in, but this was an emergency. Next, a pair of blue jeans. She was able to get them up no problem until it was time to button them. The top button wouldn’t reach over her tummy. “Shit. Whatever.”, she thought. She grabbed her phone and keys and booked it out the door. However, someone she hoped not to see again was right on the other side.

“Ope! How funny! I was just about to knock. May I come in?’ Wanda spoke as if she was previously invited.
“Ho-w… wh-a…” Mia stammered as she backed up back into her apartment.

“Well, I have your ID, don’t you remember? What did you think? I took your wallet for the $10 inside?” Wanda snorted at her joke as she came in.

“Place is a little small..” Wanda crouched around the area.

“What the hell are you doing here?!? I’ll call the cops!”

“Now, no need to get a tone with me. And what did I say about the police? Besides, you know why I’m here, you said you’d fatten up for me.”

“What? I never said that shit!”

“Well you said you could. And I would certainly appreciate it if you would for me! I told you before, only eating little fattys fills me up nowadays. I want to see how filling you can get!”

“You think I’m just gonna fatten up like a cow for you?!? You have some fucking nerve! Why would I ev-” Mia’s outburst was stopped by Wanda suddenly grabbing her.

Without words, Wanda brought Mia to her mouth. Once again, Mia was staring down the tunnel to Wanda’s monstrous stomach. Her shiny white teeth, tongue, and mouth’s walls were covered in a thick slime, her saliva. “Hey! What th-”, was all Mia could get out before her face was pressed against Wanda’s tongue. Mia could hardly breath, the hair was so wet and heavy it felt like drowning. She slid down the wetness into the blackness of her esophagus, Mia tried to wiggle out, but everything was too slimy to get a grip on anything and Wanda still had a hold on her feet, dropping her further in. Mia’s face entered that dark tube. Slimy pressure was felt all across her body as she slid down. At first it was only felt at her head and neck, but then her shoulders, chest, middle, getting deeper in. Once she began to realize the severity of the situation, she was pulled out by her feet quickly. After suddenly being exposed to cool air she got shivers from the unexpected change in state. Wanda was holding onto Mia upside down by her feet as her saliva dripped off her. Mia opened her eyes again.

“That’s why.” Wanda said coldly.

“...Okay, I’ll do what you want.” Mia said defeated.

“Perfect!” Wanda’s attitude changed quickly.

“Now, I have a few things to get us started.”

Wanda dropped her and began to rummage through her oversized purse Mia just now noticed. The first thing she pulled out was a digital bathroom scale. She set it on the floor.

“First things first. We’ve got to have an idea of what we’re working with. Step on the scale for me, hunny.”

Mia shamefully obeyed. The scale blinked a few times before displaying:

“160! Not bad for someone your height, what are you, 6 feet? Doesn’t matter. Now we can set some goals for next time I visit.

“Next time you visit?”

“Well, of course! How else would I keep track of my favorite girl! Okay, so let's say I’ll be back in a month, so…. How about you gain 150 pounds by then?”

“What! 150? That’s impossible!” Mia began to sweat.

“Oh wait, I forgot not everybody’s a voress. Opps! For a normal human… let’s say…. 50 pounds.” Wanda said with no sense of humor.

“There’s still no way! That's too much!”

“Oh come on, where’s that can-do attitude. Just gain the weight and I won’t eat you, Mia! - for another month at least. Do you mind if I call you that? On your license, I see your full name is Maria. I assume people call you that.”


“T-there no wa-” Out of the blue, Mia felt movement from her stomach. She let out a huge *BUURP*

“I was going to mention, Mia, I noticed your tummy’s a bit bigger than normal. Huh! Are you already stuffing yourself for me! You are too considerate!”

“It's just, I ate a lot last night. I was stressed and now I think I have…Indigestion.”

“Huuuh! My poor baby!” Wanda put her hands to her mouth.

Wanda quickly sprang towards Mia giving her a bear hug. The shift caused the floors to squeak. Mia was squashed into Wanda's chest. She felt Wanda’s soft sweater from all around. That mixed with her natural puffiness, Mia had to admit, felt quite nice. After a long hug, Wanda let go and looked at Mia on her level.

“I’ve got something that’ll fix you right up!” Wanda said with a smile.

After rummaging through her purse again, she retrieved a small pill bottle.

“Now this helps out with digestion a lot. Us voresses use it when our prey- Well you get it. Here.”

Wanda handed her the whole bottle. Mia would typically refuse pills from people who intend to kill her, but she didn’t want to challenge Wanda. She popped the cap open and swallowed one. Mia noticed Wanda grab one more thing.

“One last thing, dear. I hate to do this to you, but I have an ankle bracelet tracker here for you. I don’t want to risk you running off or anything. Now I know people your age take how they look very seriously, so I got a sleek black one that looks just like a band or something. Don’t want your college buddies thinking you're a criminal or anything!”

“...Okay, I’ll put it on.” After almost being swallowed twice, Mia was not looking to push her luck. She locked it on herself. It wasn’t too noticeable.

“Great! I knew you’d do this for me! Oh, I’m so excited; you’re going to grow into such a cute little piggy! I have to hold myself back from gobbling you up right now! Here, I’m sure you have class or something, I can give you a ride!”

Mia would typically refuse, but after a glance at the clock it was 10:15. There was no way she’d make it on foot. And walking around with her stomach like this sounded like no fun time.

“Yeah, I’ll take a ride if you don’t mind.” Mia said, looking at her feet.

“Wonderful!”

Wanda grabbed the scale and put it back in her purse. The two walked out of the building and into the parking lot. Even that little bit of movement was painful for her tummy. Mia wondered when the pill would kick in. Mia followed Wanda to her car. Wanda walked in a strut and with purpose. Her black pants made a loud noise every step from her thighs rubbing together. She had her chin up and not a care in the world. Every step, Wanda’s gut swayed back and forth. If Mia got too close she might die of blunt force trauma. Mia walked beside her, slightly back with one hand cradling her tummy and the other covering her face. She didn’t want to be seen with a voress. Not that anyone in the lot was looking at her. Everyone kept their distance and had their eyes to themselves. They got to her car. It was a big black minivan. Way bigger than what Mia has ever seen. Mia figured it must have been specially designed for voresses. Wanda opened the door and sat down. The whole car shifted. Mia climbed up into the passenger seat. She notices a small picture hanging from the rear view mirror. It was Wanda and two kids, a boy and a girl. Does Wanda have a family? Mia was still too uncomfortable to ask.

The ride there was mostly uneventful. Mia just gave Wanda directions and Wanda was all over the place, chattering about how much she was excited about their arrangement, singing songs on the radio, and even making some small talk with Mia. When they got there Mia left the car and thanked Wanda for the ride, then Wanda waved goodbye and drove off. Mia wondered why she felt the need to thank Wanda. She entered the building and looked at a clock in the call. 10:35. She was a little late, but she could definitely finish in time. The room was close fortunately. After opening the door she saw everyone quietly working on their tests, Sugi included. The professor and everyone else immediately looked at her. Mia had forgotten what she looked like, her pants were still unbuttoned, her tummy was huge and showing and she still had Wanda’s saliva on her. Immediately embarrassed, she shuffled over to the professor's desk, picked up a copy of the test and sat down. The test was on the digestive system. There was an ironic joke to be made there. After only writing her name, Mia felt some strangeness from her stomach. She realized the pill she took just started to kick in. Her stomach was making all kinds of noise. It sounded like rubber was stretching and water was boiling all on top of normal stomach grumbling. Worst of all it was all very uncomfortable. The whole class was staring at her. She winced. Her face was red and sweaty. She didn’t have time to worry about her stomach, she needed to finish this test. Flashforward 30 minutes and the professor gave the 5 minute warning. Almost everyone had already finished and left. Mia was only half way done. The professor called time and she defeatingly got up and handed in what she had. The professor gave her a weird look but said nothing. She was on the verge of tears from it all.

After getting up and walking around a bit, Mia realized her tummy didn’t hurt anymore. In fact it had flattened out a bit. She quickly buttoned her pants up. She felt her jeans were a bit tighter than yesterday though. Mia swiftly walked out of class. Outside the door, Sugi was waiting.

“Mia! I tried banging on your door this morning, but you didn’t wake up! I’m so sorry!” Sugi had watering eyes.

“It’s fine, Sugi.” Mia said quietly. Mia would usually take any opportunity to get mad at Sugi.

“Are you okay?” Asked Sugi.

“Yeah, I’m good, just a lot on my mind. That test took a lot out of me. You wanna get something to eat?”

“Sure!” Sugi was beyond happy to see Mia not getting angry.

Mia wanted to vent about what had happened with Wanda, but there was nothing Sugi could do. It would just make her get all mopey. The two talked about how hard the test was on the way to the nearest McDonalds. Mia barely engaged in conversation. The stress of bombing that test and she has to gain 50 pounds in a month? That’s insane. She wanted to go out to eat not only to comfort herself after the test, but also in hopes to gain a little. The two got there and waited in line.

“What do you think you’ll get?” Asked Sugi.

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe just a quarter pounder and fries.”

“You should probably just get the number 3 meal. It will actually be a bit cheaper despite you also getting a dri-”

“Can you not be a nerd for like five seconds?” Mia snapped.

Sugi just looked at the ground awkwardly and blushed. When it was their turn to order, Mia went first.

“Can I get a number 3?” Mia asked the cashier.

“Yep, will that be all?” said the worker.

Mia thought for a moment. 50 pounds. A few normal meals every day won’t get her any closer to that. She would have to put in more effort.

“Actually can you make that five number 3s? And throw in five Mcflurries.”

After paying with her card, Mia left Sugi waiting in line and got to a table. Sugi was flabbergasted. Five number 3’s? Was she ordering for both of them? No she would have said something. She must just be that hungry. Sugi, being a bigger girl, would typically order more than Mia. If she suddenly ordered less, then what would happen? She might insult Mia! That’s basically saying she's eating too much. Sugi reasoned she had to order at least as much as Mia.

“I’ll have what she ordered as well, please.” Sugi said with some embarrassment.

Sugi met Mia at the table and they waited for their food. A few minutes later they were called up. Sitting back down with their platters, Sugi felt intimidated. It was five burgers on top of a mountain of fries with a side of ice cream. Mia had already begun to eat the first burger. Sugi shook her head and got eating too.

Mia was confused why Sugi would order so much too, but she figured since Sugi was fatter, she did tend to eat more. It was probably nothing. Mia knew she would have now way of eating this in one sitting, however, she remembered the pills Wanda gave her. She managed to digest all that ramen so fast with them, so why not do it again. After the first three burgers, Mia was already stuffed. Mia had a pained expression on her face. She forced herself to take it bite by bite. She kept chanting in her head “One more bite, one more bite.” Soon enough after all five burgers, her tummy couldn’t handle it anymore. She felt her stomach lining stretched thin. Her belly was visibly red. It was clear she wasn’t doing well. Sugi, trying her best to keep up to Mia’s pace, was also not doing well. She had a lot more fat around her stomach, so it wasn’t visible how full she was, but she was suffering just as much. Sugi was wearing a white blouse tucked in high waisted jeans secured with a belt. Every bite, her belt got tighter on her. Mia, clutching her belly, got up.

“Oh, good. I think I’m about do-” Sugi said with relief.

“Just going to the bathroom for a sec, I’ll be right back.” Mia said as she was already walking away.

Sugi was really hoping she was getting up to leave, but oh well. Sugi reasoned to be polite, she only had to eat as much as Mia. Surely, she would not eat too much more. Mia sat down in a bathroom stall and pulled the pills from her pocket. Last time, it took a while to kick in. She didn’t want to sit back there for that long. She decided to down two this time, hoping it would be effective faster. Within minutes, her stomach was making noise. This time it wasn’t so uncomfortable. Actually it felt pretty good. The releaf on her tummy was immediate; it flattened in a couple minutes, other than a small layer of fat on her middle. Mia returned to the table relieved and ready to eat more. She started on the Mcflurries first. Sugi took that time Mia was away to take a break from eating to nurture her poor tummy. When Mia got back to work, so did she. Mia had gotten into a rhythm. Five Mcflurries, go to the bathroom for some pills, eat half the fries, pill, eat the rest, pill. Mia had just gone to the bathroom after finishing her meal, when Sugi still had half her fries left. If Sugi was in the right state of mind, she would have probably found all these bathroom breaks suspicious. But she was completely distracted by the pain. Sugi was red all over and sweating like a pig, panting too. She was trying to make herself burp to free up space to little avail. Fortunately they had a corner booth with none around to see the sad display. Sugi dedicated herself to finishing before Mia came back. Her twisted logic decided it would be an insult otherwise. Mia was her only friend and she meant the world to her. If all this meant that Mia would be happier, then so be it. Sugi went to undo her belt. It being so tight made it hard to unlatch, but once she did, her belly shot out from under her blouse. Her much bigger gut rested on top of her legs as he rubbed her red belly. Handful by handful she kept eating the fries.

When Mia left the bathroom stall, she noticed another woman washing her hands. Not wanting to make it seem like she would use the bathroom and not wash up she went to the sink to do so as well. While washing she looked at the mirror. Her face was softer, a little more round. Her midsection was a bit tighter around her top, stretching just enough to be partially transparent. Most noticeable, her ass was much tighter in her jeans. She luckily was wearing the stretchy type, so it wasn’t at risk of ripping. Her butt had developed a wider, boxy shape. She didn’t have a thigh gap before, but the area in which her thighs touched, reached a little lower now. She was horrified, yet relieved. She didn’t want to gain weight, but her life counted on it. Once it was all over and Wanda let her be she could lose it again, she incorrectly reasoned.
Mia headed back to the table to see Sugi with her gut out and looking stretched to an unnatural point. Her face was resting on the table, she was covered in oil and salt. She was breathing heavily.

“Are you good?” asked Mia.

“I *buurp* am fin- ughhhh.” Sugi struggled to get any words out in between the noises of her tstomach, her moans, and burping.
“Alright, alright, let's get you up.”

Mia put her arms around Sugi and helped her up. Moving definitely made Sugi’s stomach much more irritated. She could only let out short moans of pain. Her unbounded stomach would typically dangle a bit, but it was so tight, it was tightly held up and firm. It was a long walk home. Mia did her best to help Sugi waddle back. She was able to get her to her apartment before going to hers. She flopped on her bed once again. Just then, her phone buzzed. A text from her mother.

[Hey sweetie! How’d the test go today?]

Mia hadn’t spoken with her mother in a couple days. She didn’t want to concern her with her poor grades, let alone what had happened with Wanda.

[it went fine]

[That’s great sweetie! I’m so proud of you and I’m happy you’re doing so well at college!]

Mia was raised by her single mother ever since she was born. Her father went missing one day before she was born; Mia could speculate what had happened to him. Mia’s mother did her best to make up for his absence by giving her two times the love and attention. She worked a job as a doctor, inspiring Mia to enter the medical field as well. Unlike most college students, Mia didn’t have to work to pay for college; her tuition and rent was paid by her mother. She also received a credit card connected to her mother’s account to pay for daily expenses. Mia didn’t love the smothering, but loved her mom nonetheless. Wanting to make her mom proud, she wasn’t fully honest about her grades and social life. Momma Mia had the impression she has been excelling academically and had a big group of friends. In truth, she only really had Sugi and consistently barely passed classes. This time, she may not even pass in anatomy.

[By the way, I noticed an $85 charge on your card at McDonald’s. What’s up with that?]

Before Mia could think of a lie, she got another message.

[Please don’t tell me that was just for you! You need to watch your weight, you already are a bit plumper from when you were in high school. You don’t want to get too chubby like me. LOL!]

[i was eating with a group of friends i just paid for everyone]

[It's awesome you already have such a tightly knit friend group! That’s totally fine, in fact I’ll increase your credit limit in case, you want to eat out with them more often]

[Well, I’ll leave you be. Love you!]

[love you too]

With that she turned off her phone. That went well; Mia figured she would have to spend more money on food, so getting more money from her mom was great. Mia got off her bed and went to her desk and sat down. Her hips filled out the chair a bit more than yesterday. She pulled out her Biology textbook and got studying for her Bio class tomorrow. Before she could get to the correct page, her stomach started rumbling. How could she already be hungry? She literally ate enough to feed two families. Being a nursing student, she did know a bit more about the human body the most. She reasoned that overeating that last couple days increased the size of her stomach and appetite. Those pills probably didn't help either. It was for the best that she was hungry more often since she needed to gain so much. Mia pulled up her phone and ordered a few pizzas to get her through the rest of the day.

Fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock on her door. Mia didn’t look as presentable as normal, so avoiding any unnecessary onlookers she felt was best.

“Just leave it at the door! It’s already paid for!” She shouted through the door.

“Umm okay… Do you have a tip?” A young male voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Just fuck off!” Mia was quick to anger.

The pizza boy said nothing. She heard steps walking away from the door. She opened the door a crack and peeked through. Her four large pepperoni pizzas were set on the ground. Mia quickly grabbed them and shut the door. The rest of her day was spent snacking on the pizzas while reading her textbook. There was no need for her pills since she had all day to pace herself. Five or six hours later, Mia reached absentmindedly for another slice to notice there wasn’t another one there. She could only look blankly at the four empty pizza boxes next to her. Her gut was full and satisfied. She didn’t have to stuff herself to the point of pain this time. Mia did, however, feel pretty gross. Her hands, face and shirt were all greasy. She was gassy too, letting out small burps periodically. Mia needed a shower. She got up from her chair for the first time in a while only to fall back into it. Her center of gravity had changed. On her second attempt to get up, she almost fell again, but was able to stretch her arms out in front of her to catch her balance. She felt sluggish walking to her bathroom, very little energy. Every bit of power in her body was focused on digestion right now. She waddled further, hand on her stomach. Her tank top had ridden up and her belly was exposed. She entered the bathroom and got a look of herself in the mirror. She looked like a different person. Her clothes were filled out to their maximum. Her face was a bit softer and covered in grease, much like the rest of her. And was that .. . a zit on her cheek? Such a fatty diet could result in acne, she knew. She stripped off her clothes and got a look of her naked form. To her dismay, the only thing that wasn't bigger was her breasts. Her plush tits had large, wide nipples on them. They hung onto her belly. Her belly herwas firm and far from shapeless. Her meal must be pressing against her on the inside, perking tummy out. The most noticeable change was her ass and legs. Turned to the side, she saw her butt became a massive hump on her back. About a fifth of the way down this hump, her mass separated into cheeks and formed a crack. Her thighs were now almost as wide as she was when she was skinnier. Cellulite formed on them. Mia got into the shower and began to bathe. She was becoming intimately familiar with her new body. After cleaning up she went to bed in just a bra and underwear.

The next few weeks were mostly uneventful. Mia continued to scrape by in her classes and snacked through each and every day. After every anatomy class, she, with the help of her pills, stuffed herself with Sugi. Sugi felt obligated to join each time. It would be rude to refuse a friend. Everytime, Sugi would stuff herself to the point of nearly popping. Without any digestion pills, it was a dreadful time for her, but she soldered on. It became less and less difficult for them as time went on.

Mia woke up to knocking on her door. She sat up in bed and looked at her gut. It rested nicely on her thighs.

“Gimme a minute, I gotta get dressed!” Mia shouted to whoever was on the other side.

Mia rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes. First she grabbed a pair of jean shorts. She recently went shopping for new outfits to compensate for her growing size. She found that normal pants felt suffocating nowadays. She was able to pull them over her flabby calves with ease, but the upper legs were the tough part. She pulled hard, praying they wouldn’t rip. Her thighs have grown even more since last time. With much effort, she was able to get them all the way up over her butt and belly too. Despite the shorts being pretty new, they were already tight. She was able to button them over her belly after sucking it in some. Her belly looked full even when it wasn’t. It had developed quite the ovular shape. There was no need for a belt anymore, her shorts weren't going anywhere. Next, she grabbed a short sleeve button up. Mia put her arms through it. Her upper arms were compressed by the sleeves. Her arm fat spilled out of them. Buttoning it up was a bit of a struggle over her belly, but her mounds of breast meat were larger, but not so much that it was hard to cover up. She quickly looked in the mirror to see how she looked. She was disgusted with herself. Her arms and legs looked like sausages with clothes on; they looked like a fatty, flabby mess with them off. Her face was still rounder, but she had only just recently started to develop a small second chin, only noticeable at certain angles. She sighed and went to open the door.

On the other side, Sugi stood there smiling. They had been friends for a year, but these last couple weeks, Sugi has more than enjoyed spending more time eating with Mia. Sugi held a platter of pancakes, waffles, and eggs drenched in syrup, presumably for breakfast. Sugi has been bringing breakfast to share with Mia from time to time recently. Sugi panted behind her smile. She must have been out of breath from walking over to Mia's apartment. While Mia had gotten fat, Sugi became an absolute butterball. Her fat was hardly contained by the pajamas she was wearing. Unlike Mia, Sugi didn’t have the budget to buy many new outfits on top of her rising food bills. Her cheeks and second chin were beyond large. Sometimes Mia had to fight the urge to give Sugi’s face a feel; it seemed so soft.

“I made us breakfast! May I come in?” Sugi asked.

Mia gave her an approving look and got out of the doorway to let her in. Mia had no nice dining area, she usually ate at her desk. The two sat on the floor and Sugi set the food between them. Sugi’s gut spilled over her knees as she kneeled. The bottom portion of her belly escaped from under her pjs. The buttons on her pjs looked like they might rip at any moment; between each button, small openings showing Sugi’s soft skin showed as her outfit was being stretched to the limit. She had every button buttoned except for the top couple. Sugis’s breasts have grown much more than Mia’s. They were flabby and sat down half way along her belly. Without any more talking, Sugi and Mia dug in. Mia was lucky enough to have her pills make space in her stomach when necessary; Sugi didn’t. Mia could only wonder how much her stomach had grown after overeating so often. Sugi was clearly starving. She had a face of euphoria as she ate syrupy waffles by hand. So much so that she forgot to make conversation for a moment.

“Have you gotten a chance to finish your part of the project?” Sugi asked. The two decided to partner up for a presentation happening tomorrow, just like their first time meeting.

“Huh? Oh, I was busy. I’ll finish tonight.” Mia lied; the only thing she was busy doing was eating pastries she bought in bed.

“It’s due tomorrow…” Sugi said meekly.

“Christ, no need to get on my ass about it, I’ll finish it.” Mia said with her mouth full.

The two resumed eating. Overeating was just a part of their lives now. Sugi had forgotten why she even did it to begin with. She had just gotten addicted to food; Mia did too. However soon after finishing, Mia got a reminder.

“Are you ready to go to the bus stop?” Sugi asked?

Mia still wanted to go get some more breakfast, but she had to get to the bus stop soon. If the muffled rumblings from Sugi’s stomach meant anything, she did too. Since they were so out of shape, they decided to wake up earlier to ride the bus. No way they could make the walk now. Just as Mia was about to stand up, she heard the door open.

“Sorry! Don’t mean to barge in, but your door was unlocked.” It was Wanda.

Wanda crouched through the door and came inside. Mia was mortified. The month time limit, the 50 pounds, she had almost forgotten. She had no idea that the month ran out today. Sugi was confused. A voress? Here? What was happening? She was too shocked to speak or move. She only gave Mia a distressed look.

“Am I interrupting? I didn’t know you had company over, I would have wai-” Wanda stopped and stared at Sugi.

“Oh my… Mia, is this a friend of yours? You know, it’d be rude not to introduce us.” Wanda spoke fixated on Sugi. Drool ran down her chin.

“What the hell are you doing here!?!” Mia shouted.

“I’m here to check in on your gain of course. It’s been a month. Now as I was saying, are you going to introduce us?”

“Don’t you get any ideas! She's not a part of this!” Mia was getting mad.

Sugi still had no idea why a voress was here, but she was comforted slightly by Mia sticking up for her.

“Okay, okay, no need for attitude. Let’s just get to weighing you.”

Wanda pulled the same scale from her purse. Mia panicked. Was she able to gain 50 pounds? She never got a scale to measure, it wasn’t in her food budget. With a sigh, Mia began the process of standing up from the ground. Mia had to get on all fours first and get on her knees, then feet. Knowing what might happen if she argued, Mia obediently stepped on the scale. It blinked and showed a number. 223 lbs.

“Wonderful! You really went above and beyond! A whole extra 13 pounds; you must really want to please me!” Wanda spoke gleefully.

“I just … was trying to make sure I gained the weight..” Mias said shamefully.

“Oh I’m so proud of you! I could just mmmmm-” Wanda squealed with excitement. Mia stared at the floor, embarrassed.

“You’re doing a great job, Mia. Since that was so easy for you, let's shoot for 100 pounds this month!” Wanda said.

“There’s no way! I could never-” Mia was frantic.

“Now, now, buster. You’ll figure it out. That's what you said last month, and look at you now! Now just one last thing before I get out of your hair. Let me see your phone for a second.”

“The hell? What for?”

“Just hand it to me.” Wanda said coldly.

Mia hesitantly handed Wanda the phone. Wanda began clicking away on it. It took a while due to Wanda’s much larger fingers, but after a minute, she held the phone up and appeared to take a selfie.
“Here you go!” Wanda said with a smile.

Upon looking, Mia saw Wanda had given herself a contact on her phone and sent herself a “test” message. The contact had a photo and everything.

“Now we can contact one another whenever we want! Now, since you were such a good little cow for me, how about I give you and your friend there a ride?” Wanda said. Mia had realized she probably already missed the bus.

“Fine.” Mia said while giving Sugi a nod telling her to get going.

Sugi had never moved from her spot on the floor. She was too frightened to move. Last time she was near a voress she almost got caught and eaten. Mia was about to assure her that Wanda wouldn't bite. However…

“Oh God what the hell.” Wanda said with a devious smile.

Wanda walked up to Sugi the best she could while crouching. Wanda got right up to Sugi and brought her head directly above Sugi looking down at her. Sugi looked up horrified with a trembling mouth. Before Mia could react, Wanda moved her hair behind her ear and lowered her mouth onto Sugi. Sugi could only let out a quick scream before being overcome by Wanda. Wanda had Sugi’s top half in her mouth. She closed her lips onto Sugi’s midsection and reoriented her head to face up, bringing Sugi along with her. With gravity on her side now, Wanda began swallowing. A huge bulge formed in her neck as Sugi’s feet disappeared into her maw. Wanda winced as she made a great effort to swallow. It looked like a seagull swallowing a fish. Inch by inch the bridge in her neck sank deeper. At times Wanda thought she might choke, but went on. Finally, one last gulp secured Sugi’s place in Wanda’s stomach.

“Oh my God! She was lovely! I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a fatty that big! What was she covered in? Syrup? She tasted like a dream! I was getting worried I may not be able to get her down for a second there!” Wanda was gleaming with pride for her accomplishment.

“I-I-I Wha-wha…. SUGI!” Mia burst into tears and ran up to Wanda.

“LET HER GO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS IF I DID WHAT YOU SAID!” Mia was pounding at Wanda’s leg.

“I said nothing about that girl. You said her name was Sugi? What a cute name. Now stop hitting me, unless you want to join her.” Wanda said.

Mia looked up upon Wanda with watery eyes. Wanda’s belly was very snug against the red sweater she wore; Mia saw movement and heard muffled sounds from within.”

“Sugi! Can you hear me!” Mia shouted.

“No she can't, this belly of mine is quite thick. Plus she wouldn’t hear you over the bubbling of my stomach acid anyway.” Wanda said as she waved Mia off.

“Now enough with your whining! We have to get my prized cow to class.” Wanda said with authority.

Mia was speechless. She couldn’t think straight. She just knew she had to do what Wanda said or else. Wanda waved for Mia to follow her and she did. Outside, they walked to her car. Wanda walked with her usual stride despite her bigger belly.

“Oof, that girl is heavy. I can really feel her in there. Poor girl, it’ll be a slow digestion for her; lotta meat to get through.

Mia just followed like a zombie, trying to block out what she was hearing. Wanda stepped in the car and Mia did too. Wanda’s larger gut touched the steering wheel. Mia could still see the occasional bulge appear and disappear from Wanda’s tummy. Mia just sat in silence, wide eyed as Wanda chattered. Wanda still remembered how to get there from last time. Mia got out when prompted and went to class. The next few hours were a blur. Mia was just going through the motions. After attending class, she took the bus home and sat in her bed. Her mind was still blink until her phone lit up. It was a message from Wanda. It was an image with the message “Finally digested! You’ll be here soon too!” The image was of Wanda’s belly from a downward angle. Her hand clutched her belly, showing off its fleshiness. Above it, Wanda looked down at the camera with a satisfied look. What was the point of this? Was Wanda trying to upset her? Regardless, it worked. It finally hit Mia that her only friend was gone, just fat on Wanda’s oversized gut. She couldn’t hold in the tears. She cried until she passed out.

The next few days felt like one long one. Mia had no one to turn to. She knew calling the police would do nothing. Mia didn’t go to class, she didn’t leave her room. The only coping method she knew anymore was eating. She just spent all day, everyday ordering delivery and eating it in bed. She spent two weeks like this, just sulking and eating. Until, one day she finally got the motivation to at least go to her laptop and maybe do some school work. The first thing she noticed was a wall of emails from professors. Due to absences, she had been withdrawn from two classes and was on the verge of failing her other three. Mia couldn’t muster up any emotional reaction. She was too drained. She did, however, feel disgusting. She hadn’t showered this whole time. She got up and headed to the bathroom, using the wall to stabilize herself. She saw herself in the mirror. Her once firm, perky belly, lost most of its shape and sagged over her crotch and upper legs. Her ass grew and began to protrude not only outwards, but down as well. Her tight ankle bracelet caused flesh to spill out from above and below it. Sag grew from under her arms and chin as well. Mia was sickened by herself. She got into the shower and turned on the water. She had difficulty getting between all the new folds and crevasses. Once done, she got some clothes and tried to get dressed. Her shorts wouldn’t get past her thighs anymore and her button up was inches away from closing properly. Mia realized she would have to order some plus sized clothes online. She looked at herself defeated and then her eyes wandered to the scale on the floor. Wanda must have forgotten to pick it up last time she was there. She couldn’t think why she should even bother. Gaining weight, reaching Wanda’s goals just prolonged the inevitable. She would be eaten eventually; she was just a cow to be fattened up to Wanda. She thought back to Sugi being swallowed. Wanda’s face looked orgasmic once she finished her; Mia would be next. The scene kept replaying in her head. The bulge going down her throat, Wanda gulping and gagging. Wanda really struggled to get Sugi down, the poor girl. But then, Mia had a realization. Wanda almost couldn’t fit Sugi down. That meant Wanda had a limit, and if Mia could surpass it, there would be no way Wanda could actually swallow her! She just had to get big enough. It would probably take a while, but if she just kept it up and met Wanda’s goals, she’d survive. With new motivation, she figured she should probably weigh herself. She stood on it and it blinked. 253 lbs.

“Shit!” Mia yelled to herself.

The month only just under two weeks left and she still needed to gain 70 pounds. Mia knew it would take exponentially more calories to keep growing since it took more calories to maintain a bigger figure, but she still thought she’d be bigger than that. Her failing her classes was quickly tossed to the back of her head. She needed to get a plan. The only thing she could think to do was to head to McDonald’s and start eating. The only thing she had that might fit her was her shower robe. She threw it on and tied it over her ever growing gut. She grabbed her pills, slipped on some shoes and headed out.

This was the first time she went outside in a while. The sun shined heavily on her now pale skin. Mia was out of shape before, but now after not walking for two weeks, she could barely move around. Her eyesight got blurry and she was overwhelmed. A group of passersby asked if she needed help, but she could only get out the word “Mc-cdonalds.” The group just looked confused and carried on. After what seemed like days she got to the restaurant and no one was in line. She waddled to the cashier.

“Umm, what can I get for you ma’am?” The meek boy avoided being rude. Mia caught her breath as she leaned on the counter.

“The whole menu.” Mia said while panting

“A-are you sure?”

“Just ring it up, jackass.” Mia was in no mood for this.

After swiping her card she sat down at the nearest booth and waited. In a few minutes the first part of her order was ready. The cashier called for her. Mia responded: “Just bring it to me.” The boy obliged. The platter was a mountain of fries and more boxes of burgers and she had fingers. Mia immediately started to eat. Handfuls of fries entered her mouth and disappeared. She hardly chewed. By the time she was done with the fries, her belly began to perk up again and press against her tied robe. Mia undid the knot and let her belly hang free. Her stomach still wasn’t full. She grabbed and ate burger after burger in only a few bites. She was done with the platter within 10 minutes. Her belly pressed against the table and she started to feel full. Mia pulled a couple pills and swallowed them. Her stomach was immediately a cacophony of noises. Digestion was quick, but her belly only shrunk slightly. The food mushed in her stomach must have been replaced with new fat. Seeing she was finished, the cashier brought the next platter avoiding looking at her huge, noisy belly. It was a few more burgers, a bunch of ice cream treats and a bucket of cookies. She went for the cookies first, but they were so fresh, they tore apart when she tried to handle one. She sighed and just grabbed a handful of cookie mush and got eating. After that she ate the burgers and slurped down the ice cream. She was about to pop after that, but before taking anymore pills, she realized if she was going to get fatter, she needed to make her stomach bigger and stretch it out more. She waited for the next helping and abstained from any pills. The boy came back with the last platter. It was the whole breakfast menu. McMuffins and all. Eating became much harder. Every bite she felt her stomach wall grow thinner and thinner. At this point her gut was spilling over her chair and was red all over. After her final bite, she quickly ate three pills this time. Her tummy began to pulsate along with the noise. It was so much louder this time. Gurgles could be heard from all around the restaurant. The few other customers all stared at her. It felt like her first time with the pills again, it was painful. After ten minutes of just writhing in pain and clutching her poor belly, it started to subside. She looked down at herself and her stomach had settled. It was mostly empty, but it still was big enough to cover most of her thighs sitting down. She also noticed her butt meat hung from the side of the booth seat; it hadn’t before.

“Call me a taxi.” Mia said to the cashier. There was no way she was walking like this.

The boy nodded and got on the phone. Her taxi arrived soon after. She got out of the booth with the help of the cashier and stumbled to the car. Her atrophied muscles could only barely hold her up. The friction caused by the upper half of her legs rubbing together was annoying. Every step, flab from her body clapped against some other flab. Getting to the car, she opened the door and slid in. Her gut pressed onto the passenger chair in front of her. Her hips filled the middle seat to her left. Mia could tell the driver was avoiding looking, she was so embarrassed. She got home and as quickly as she could got to her scale. 270 lbs. Sugi was happy to see it. This meant she might be able to gain the weight in time. But then, her phone vibrated. A text from her mom.

[Hey sweetie! Hope studies are going well. Just wanted to tell you you’re a bit low on money this month. I saw you had a $230 purchase at McDonald's. I’m happy you have so many friends to eat out with, but you should probably ask them to start paying for themselves in the future.]

[what!?! Mom you gotta increase the credit limit for me then]

[Sorry, but my bank account can’t handle it anymore. Don’t worry you still have plenty to pay for yourself for the rest of the month. Kisses! ]

“Shit!” Mia thought. She’d have to budget the rest of the month. After some thinking she realized all she could do was eat with the money she had left and hope for the best.

Over the next week and a half, Mia didn’t go to a single class. Her sole focus was eating. She went to McDonald’s everyday and ordered what she could afford. Much more than most people could eat in one sitting, but a modest snack for her. This continued everyday until she got a message from Wanda.

[Just a reminder, I’m visiting tomorrow! Make sure you’re nice and plump for your favorite voress!]

Mia had lost track of time once again. She quickly went to her scale and checked her progress. 268 lbs. She lost two pounds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Mia’s mind was racing. She needed to gain 55 pounds by tomorrow! Making me gain 100 pounds in a month was insane! How could she expect me to ever do that? Maybe she could, but she fucking eats people! Mia froze for a moment. She… eats people. That's it! That's how she could do it by tomorrow! Her stomach capacity was much bigger than a normal person’s now. With her pills, she just might be able to do it. What could be more calorie dense than a person? The immorality of doing this didn’t appear in her mind. Mia cared about her survival first and foremost. Mia devised a plan and waited until dark.

At about 11:00 PM Mia got dressed. She had special ordered some clothes that would fit her. She put on gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Mia had become quite the butterball herself. The tiniest bit of her underbelly poked out from under her sweatshirt. She put her hood on, grabbed her pill bottle and took off. Mia had been walking to and from McDonald’s everyday now, so she at least had the muscle mass in her legs to be able to walk around without almost passing out. Mia left her building and began walking down the sidewalk. The city didn’t have much of a nightlife, almost no one was outside, making it perfect for voresses to hunt.

Mia honestly didn’t have much of a plan. She just hoped to be able to sneak up on somebody and digest them with the help of the pills. She continued to walk aimlessly down the sidewalk. The very occasional headlight of a car passing made her nervous. What if someone saw me? What if the person got away and saw my face? Filled with doubt, Mia thought it best to turn around, she didn’t have the nerve for this. Just then Mia heard quick footsteps run up from in front of her. It was a jogger. The jogger got fairly close to her and then started to run in place. Confused as to why she stopped, Mia looked her up and down. It was a shorter woman in her 20s. Olive brown skin and black hair in a pony tale. She was dressed similarly to Mia, wearing gray sweats and a sweatshirt. The woman was chubby, her clothes clung to her. Lines in her pants dug deeply into her folds where her thighs and underbelly met. Her sweatshirt had ridden up slightly, exposing a bit of her flesh. She had quite the pear shape, chunkiest at her hips, fatty at her midsection, and only slightly fleshy at her chest and arms, maybe a B cup. The jogger finally spoke.

“Hey girl, I just wanted to say you’re doing a good job.” The jobber said. Mia gave a confused look.

The jogger continued. “I remember when I was about your size. I was too embarrassed to jog in the daylight, so I jogged at night too. I just wanted to say keep it up and you’ll slim right down like me too!”

“You think I’m jogging to lose weight?” Mia said with a hint of anger and a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed since you were dressed like that and walking around you were catching your breath after a run or something. I just thought someone your…umm…size would be trying to slim down.”

“Are you calling me fat, bitch?” Mia knew she was fat. That was the whole point to the last couple months of her life. But she still wasn’t going to hear it from some random passerby.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll just be on my wa-” Mia realized this was her only chance. Noone was near, no cars, and the perfect plump prey was right in front of her.

Before she could get away, Mia quickly bear hugged her and brought the jogger's face to hers. “The hell?” was all the jogger could get out before Mia opened wide and put her mouth over her face. Mia realized that she might be able to fit a person in her stomach and digest one with the help of the pills, but it just now occurred to her that it might be an issue actually fitting anybody through her mouth. The jogger began to struggle, pushing her hands into Mia’s soft flesh, but Mia wouldn't let go. Mia kept trying to open her mouth wider and wider, stretching her jaw to its limit to no avail. All of the jogger’s struggles caused Mia to lose her balance. She fell on her belly with the girl under her. The jogger’s face was covered in saliva. The jogger kept trying to hit Mia and wiggle her way out from under her, but her strikes were like punching a pillow and Mia’s huge body was too heavy. The jogger’s body sunk into Mia’s fat. Mia had to think fast. This girl had already seen her, she couldn’t let her go now. Mia moved a bit up on the girl and pressed her full weight onto her head. The girl’s screams made ripples in her belly. After several futile kicks and punches, the girl passed out, suffocated by Mia’s blubber. With that, Mia rolled off of her and laid down next to her on the sidewalk. She caught her breath for a moment; that wrestling match was tiring. With some time to think, Mia kept wondering how she could possibly get her in her stomach. Mia realized that the head may have been too wide an entry point. Maybe if she started at the feet, some progress could be made. The girl’s shoes might make that a problem. Mia crawled to the girl’s feet and took off her sneakers. Mia figured while she was at it, she might as well take off her pants and shirt too. They didn’t add much to her width, but every centimeter helped. Without much hassle, Mia was able to disrobe her to her underwear and sports bra. Mia got on all fours at the girl’s feet and took a deep breath. She was able to get her feet past her mouth without too much problem. She started to swallow as well. By the time she got to the bottom of her legs, there was an issue. Her jaw couldn't get any wider. Mia just kept trying and pushing in through, until she heard a pop. All of the sudden she had give and was able to continue up her legs. Did her jaw get dislocated? It didn’t matter, Mia just had to finish this job. Saliva dripped out of her mouth onto the ground as she got to the more meaty part of her legs. Mia hadn't noticed before, but the girl’s skin tasted a bit like olive oil; it wasn’t bad. Her fatty legs had such a soft texture to them too. The girl's feet had long since entered her esophagus. She had to hold back gagging at first, but it stopped triggering her reflex soon enough. She got farther and farther up crawling forward until she slowed down at her thighs. They were thick. Mia had to use both her hands to grab the girl’s waist and push her further in. Mia was just lying on her stomach at this point. Mia’s lips started to feel like they might split at this rate and her eyes were watering. She just kept pushing and pushing until she got past her hips. Her hips were the widest part of her, the hard part was over. About then Mia could feel the girl’s feet entering her stomach. It was a bizarre sensation. Right then The girl started making noise. Just grumbles like she was just waking up, until she started looking pained.

The jogger was barely awake. “Ouch my feet feel like they’re on fir-” Just then the girl opened her eyes and looked at the woman swallowing her like a snake.

“Ahhh AHHHHHHHH! AHH FUCK SOMEBODY HELP ME AHHHH!” The jobber began to twist around and start clawing at the sidewalk.

Mia had to hurry things along. Even if she wanted to, Mia didn’t think she could even get the girls hips back from where they came; she had enough trouble getting them in. Mia picked up the pace. Mia put her hand on the girl’s shoulders and pushed. She was done with her middle and was fast approaching her chest. Mia felt everything going on in her stomach. Most of the girl's legs were in there and she was kicking around causing great pain. The girl only kept screaming about the burning on her legs and struggling. Mia got past the two small mounds of her chest and began on her arms and head. Mia’s insides were killing her. The girl’s hips must be entering her stomach. With a final shove on the girl's face, her screaming stopped. Mia finished her arms with much greater ease. Mia got on all fours again and kept gulping, getting her down her esophagus. Finally she felt the rest of the girl enter her stomach. She quickly sat down and let her massive gut rest between her legs. She felt her face. Her jaw was perfectly in place. But it popped, didn’t it? Mia was sweating and panting like a pig. Her sweatshirt rode up her gut and the breeze alone on her stretched sensitive belly skin sent Mia stings of pain. The outline of the girl in a fetal position was clearly seen from outside. The girl tried to move, but Mia’s tight stomach gave her no give. Mia quickly went into her pocket for the pill bottle and opened it up. It was empty. How did she not notice before? Mia panicked. She tried to get up, but she was completely immobile. There was no way she could digest this girl naturally. It has been a miracle that no cars or people have passed by and noticed her. What could she do? Mia wracked her brain. She realized there was only one person who could help her. She picked up her phone and started a call.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Wanda spoke angrily on the other side of the phone.

“Wanda, please this is a fucking emergency, I need you now.” Mia sounded desperate.

“Ugh, if this isn’t important I'm going to eat you, I swear.”

“Just get here! I’ll text you where I am.

Mia then hung up and sent the text to Wanda. She could only sit and wait. Everytime the girl in her belly tried to move an inch, Mia felt ready to throw up. Twenty minutes pass by until Wanda’s signature oversized minivan pulls over next to her. The driver side window rolled down, revealing Wanda with bags under her eyes and unkempt hair.

“Oh… My….Goodness. I didn’t think it was possible! You really managed to eat somebody!” Wanda's voice implied she decided this was worth her time.

“Yeah, christ, I just need more digestion pills to deal with this.” Mia said.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think to bring any. Say, let's go to my place. I can get you some there!”

“What? Aw shit..” Mia was beyond disappointed.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! You could stay the night too!”

“Christ…fine.” Mia realized she had no other options.

“Well hop on in!”

“I can’t…” Mia glanced at her belly.

“Oh I see. You poor thing, that must be such a strain on your little belly.” Wanda said with a pout.

Wanda opened the door and got out. Wanda had gotten a bit heavier since Mia last saw her. Her gut, legs, arms, chest were all a little bigger. She even developed some softness on her previously slim face. She was wearing a white nighty gown that only reached halfway down her belly, exposing her black underwear. Her cleavage was out, breast fat pouring from the top of her gown. Mia had to wonder how much Sugi had to do with the new weight. Wanda picked Mia up and cradled her with one arm, resting her against her belly. With her free arm she picked up the clothing items from the ground. She walked to the passenger side of the car, sat Mia down on the seat and went to the driver seat. Wanda began rummaging around through the clothes she picked up, until she found a wallet in the pants pocket. She threw the rest in the back seat. Wanda pulled an ID from the wallet.

“Let’s see … her name was …” Wanda squinted. “Isabella.”

Immediately, Mia’s belly started moving. Mia grunted in pain.

“Looks like she heard me!” Wanda gave a roaring laugh.

Wanda began driving to her house. On the way Wanda begged Mia for detales of how it happened, Mia didn’t want to talk about it, but gave in spilling it eventually. Soon enough, Wanda pulled into a driveway and popped out of the car. “Wait right here, hunny.” Wanda said with a smirk. Wanda ran to the front door and went inside. Mia looked in awe at the house. It was huge. She lived in a cul de sac with her house being the biggest of any around it. Wanda ran back outside and opened the passenger door, handing Mia a pill bottle. “Here you go!”

Mia quickly screwed open the top and downed five or six of them. Her gut started gyrating immediately. Mia could feel acid rise in her stomach. Her digestive system kicked into full gear. Muffled screaming and rustling can from inside her. Mia thought this would hurt, but it actually felt … satisfying. Mia didn’t let it show on her face, knowing Wanda was watching. Within seconds, the movement and noise died down. Her belly churned a bit more and died down. After that, Mia felt a wave of exhaustion. It was past midnight and all that took a lot out of her. She tried to stay awake, but her eyelids felt too heavy. She passed out.

“I’m telling you girl’s, she ate somebody!”

“You’re crazy Wanda, no way that happened.”

“I don’t know, ladies. I could believe it. I mean look at her.”

Mia slowly came to. She was in a daze, but she could make out the voices of three women. She opened her eyes and focused them. In front of her she saw three massive women sitting on a couch looking at her. In the middle, she immediately recognized Wanda. She had done her hair into her typical bob cut and was wearing another sweater, as seems to be typical for her. To her sides, two other massive women sat, both presumably also voresses. To her left a blonde woman the same height as Wanda sat. She had blond hair tied into a ponytail and sunglasses resting above her eyes. She wore a black blazer and skirt with a white shirt under. She wasn’t as fat as Wanda, but she definitely had a gut with unproportionally large breasts compared to the rest of her. If she was scaled down, she would look like your typical business woman who happened to be 9 months pregnant. To Wanda’s left, a brunette woman, a foot or so shorter than Wanda sat. She had long wavy hair with a yellow flower in it and piercing green eyes. She wore a thin, pink sundress that left little to the imagination. She was shorter than Wanda, but probably just as heavy, if not more. Like the other two, her breasts were big and plump. Her dress rested on her pot belly. The said belly reached down to her knees. Her hips pressed against Wanda on one side and the armrest of the couch on the other. The dress's straps dug into her fatty shoulders. Despite her fatness, she had no second chin. Her face was full and round though. Mia had to admit, her face was pretty.

“Looks like my favorite cow is waking up, girls!” Wanda said with glee. Mia didn't have enough time to gather what was happening.

“Allow me to do introductions! To my left, we have the lovely Susan!” Susan gave Mia a disgusted glance.

“And to my right we have the gorgeous Mary!” Mary gave Mia a subtle, but soothing smile.

“God, I have no idea how you could stomach such a gross pig! I mean look at the flabby mess.” Susan said without even looking at Mia.

“You’re just being harsh. She looks cute to me!” Said Mary.

“What the fuck is going on?” Mia demanded.

“Oh, the mouth on this one!” Mary said with shock.

“Calm down, Mia. I’m just having a few friends over. I wanted to show them you. None of us have ever heard of normal humans eating one another. Wanda said.

“I’m not some damn road show for you people!” Mia shouted.

Mia looked around. She must be in Wanda’s house. It looked like your typical upper middle class household, just sized up. All the furniture was huge. The couch she was on felt like a king sized bed. Just then she looked down at herself. Mia remembered what happened last night. She went out to hunt. She found… Isabella. Then Wanda saved her and brought her here. Isabella was now spread all over this couch in the form of fat. Mia hadn’t gotten the chance to look at herself. She was only wearing a bra, maybe panites too, but she couldn’t tell under her belly. She was much flabbier and wider. Her belly had no roundness, just a mass of folds. Her legs touched from top to bottom. She went to touch her butt to feel the damage. Her hands sunk deep into her ass. Her bottom must have gotten a lot bigger since she could tell it was propping her up to a greater height while sitting. Her tits and upper arm fat spilled from her bra.

“Why the fuck am I stripped?” Mia shouted.

“Well, your clothes didn’t really fit you anymore, they were all ripped. Plus, I got a more accurate weight from the scale with your clothes off.” Wanda said.

“You weighed me?!” Mia yelled.

“Yep! My superstar is now a hefty 460 pounds!” Wanda said. Mia was speechless.

“Well, if you're gonna drag us here to see your prized cow, we might as well see it in action.” Susan said while typing on her phone. “I’ll have an intern come over.”

“If your interns stopped disappearing, maybe I wouldn’t have to spend so much time defending you in court!” Wanda joked.

“Court?” Mia asked.

“Oh did I never mention? I’m a lawyer. And these two gluttons are my favorite clients! Always getting accused of the darndest things.” Wanda said, giving the two a knowing look.

“Hah! Oh my, that reminds me of that one time Wanda needed my trial postponed and when the judge wouldn’t allow it, she kept tracking down and eating the jurors until they had to!” Mary said with an innocent smile.

“Oh, Shut up!” Wanda said.

Mia just sat there watching the three voresses tease one another. In any other situation where there were three voresses in front of her, Mia would have started running. Just as Mia was about to tell them she was leaving, the doorbell rang. Susan got up and sped to the door. “Finally, that intern got here.” She said, Susan swung the door open and looked down at the man on the other side.

“Erm.. Ma’am! I was told you needed me here.” The man spoke.

“Yeah, yeah, come in Tony.”

“... My name is Greg.”

“Shut up.”

Susan walked Greg to the couches. He asked what was going on. Then Susan just picked him up and walked him to Mia. “Hey! Put me down!” Greg yelled. Susan looked down at Mia. Mia was intimidated. “Open,” said Susan. “Wha” Before Mia could get a word out, Susan shoved Greg’s head into her mouth. Mia could only sit there and gag as the man was forced down her throat. It took her about five minutes to swallow Isabella. In five seconds, Susan shoved the man down.

“Huurgg *gack* hurr” Mia started retching.

“Well I’ll be.” Susan said. Mia started to try and throw the man up.

“Now, now, Mia, try and keep him down. He’ll be a great start on your new goal of 200 pounds this month!” Wanda said.

“Two hund- *gack*” Mia was shocked at this 200 figue, but she had a more pressing issue. “Pills … I need the pills.”

Unlike before, her stomach had some stretch to it. Greg was able to kick and punch as he pleased. Mia couldn’t take it much longer. Wanda pulled a new bottle of pills from her pocket and tossed it to her. Mia didn’t hesitate to down a few. Again her tummy filled with acid and got to business. In just a few minutes, her stomach settled.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Mary said.

“More like disgusting! That was painful to watch!” Susan objected.

“Susan, quick call a couple more interns! Let's find out what her limit is!” Wanda said.

“Please, I can’t. Oh fuck, my stomach.” Mia clenched her tummy. All that punching did a number on her inner lining.

“Mia, don’t make me end our arrangement early.” Wanda threatened.

“Stop bullying the poor girl!” Mary spoke up. “Here you know what, get up, Mia. I’ll take you home.”

“Booooo!” Wanda said.

Mary grabbed Mia by the hand and helped her off the couch. Mary offered to carry her, but Mia declined. She struggled to waddle out with her new weight. With one hand she cradled her sore belly and in the other held her phone, pills, and things Wanda gave back to her. Every step, her legs, top to bottom, rubbed on each other. After a long struggle she got to Mary’s car. It was a typical compact, but sized up of course. Mary opened the door for her and Mia climbed in. Soon the two were on the road.

“I heard what Wanda did to your friend. I’m sorry about that. It must have been horrifying.” Mary spoke softly.

“Yeah… yeah it was.” This was the first time Mia was able to talk to anyone about it.

“Wanda’s a friend of mine, but sometimes she can get a bit cruel. Especially making you gain for her.” Wanda empathized.

Over the course of the drive Mary’s soft voice and sympathy got Mia to open up. She hadn't had anybody to talk to about this or anything really since Sugi was eaten. Mia was able to vent and be listened to for the first time in a while. Eventually the two of them just started having a normal pleasant conversation. Mia felt like she had found a friend.

“Hey, a while ago I saw a photo of Wanda with her kids in her car, but I didn’t see them at her house.” Mia thought out loud.

“Oh, Timmy and Martha? They were great kids; Wanda loved the hell out of them.” Mary responded.

“Did they move out?”

“No, Martha ate them when they were in high school.” Mary said bluntly. The air became tense all of the sudden

“He- her own kids?”

“Yep, That's just how voresses do things.”

Mia didn’t feel much like talking after that. Once she wasn’t engaged in conversation, Mia noticed they were not on the way back to her house. She hadn’t even told her directions. Mary started to pull into the empty parking lot of some for sale business. Nobody was around.

“What are we doing here?” Mia asked.

“I don’t want anybody to see me eat you, of course.” Mary said with a smile. Mary got out of the car and walked to the passenger side door and opened it.

“You know, I was the one who turned Wanda on to eating lil’ chonkers like you. I just couldn’t let Wanda get such a ripe one.”

“He-ey wait, I thought we were friends!’ Mia said while scooching away in her voress sized seat.

“We are! It’s just how us voresses do things, remember?” Mary said, ducking her head into the door.

Mia could only let out a short yelp before being overtaken by Mary’s maw. Mary was already exposed to this sensation before. Warm, muggy, damp, and dark. Like last time she struggled with futility. She slid deeper in her mouth and her head was pushed through her esophagus. There wasn’t much she could do. Mia inched down with each gulp. The inching did become slower and slower, until it stopped. Mia felt the esophageal walls jerk while she stayed still. All the sudden massive thuds came from outside Mary. Mia started inching out the other way until she was shot out onto the dark asphalt. Covered in goop, Mia gathered herself and looked at Mary. She was bent over coughing.

“You bitch! You almost choked me!” Mary lost her friendly demeanor.

“You tried to eat me!” Mia snapped back

“Oh fuck off, like you don’t eat people.” Mary began walking back to her car.

Mary opened the door with anger and sat inside. She hit the gas and drove away, leaving dust in the air. Mia was a fat mess in the parking lot. She was still stripped to bra and panties, covered in saliva, and had her things scattered around her. Mia just laid there on her side in her filth. She didn’t even know where she was. She had 10% battery life on her phone, enough to call for a taxi.

The taxi car drove up and rolled the window down.

“Umm, are you Mia?”

“Yes… can you help me up?”

The driver knew not to ask questions and helped her to her feet. He helped her to the door. Mia didn’t fit in the back even with the front seat rolled forward, so she sat shotgun. She backed the chair up and even then her mass touched the glove box in front of her and spilled into the stick shift area. After an awkward and silent drive, Mia paid the man and got out. She waddled to her apartment from the parking lot. The desk worker and neighbors stared at the slobbery mess. She got to her room, put her things down and went to the shower. Has she bathed the mess off her, she got thinking. Mary wasn’t able to eat her. That means her plan to get so big Wanda couldn’t was possible. Of course, Wanda was a bit bigger than Marry, so she still had to gain some more, but it gave Mia hope. All of the sudden, she started gagging, something was coming up. A pair of faded dress shoes shot from her mouth. Mia never even knew who Greg was.

After her shower she dried off. It took two towels to soak up the wetness from her larger surface area. In the mirror she saw how much bigger everything was. Her legs looked like logs and her ass was an even bigger mound of flesh. Mia felt terrible about herself. “My tits are at least double D’s at this point” She thought. She took comfort in at least that. Mia grabbed at her breasts and gave them a squeeze. They felt heavy in her hands.

Mia didn’t bother getting dressed, nothing would fit her. She made a b-line to the scale. She was 460 pounds this morning according to Wanda. She wanted to see what it was after Greg. The machine blinked. 475 lbs. She had her work cut out for her, that's for sure. Mia’s phone vibrated. It was a message from Wanda. It read “You are really missing out! She’s already downed four!” With the message there was an image. It was of Susan standing, face pointed to the ceiling, as a woman in a blue button up and a lanyard reaching for help sliding down her throat. Susan’s belly popped out from above her skirt. Four poor interns were already in that acid bath. Mia shook her head. She had to worry about herself. With the last 5% of her phone battery, she called her favorite pizza place.

The next three days she spent gorging herself on whatever she could order for delivery. Her monthly credit bill had been paid off by her mother, so she had a whole new sum of cash to use up. She only wore her bra and panties since nothing else fit, so she ordered a couple outfits a few sizes up to start. Pizzas, cakes, chinese, she spent her days doing nothing but eat. Mia routinely checked her progress on the scale. Unfortunately, her weight was only being maintained. She realized what she had to do; the only major increases in her size happened after eating others. While absentmindedly swallowing rolled up pizza slices, Mia got to thinking. She couldn’t just go out at night to find somebody again; last time she cut it too close. It was nothing short of pure luck that she didn’t get caught. She had to lure prey to her somehow. An idea popped into her head. Online dating. She could get somebody to come over and eat them with their phone, getting rid of any evidence while getting a proper meal. Mia got to work. After downloading Tinder, she had to make a profile. She would take anybody; the age range was set to the maximum and minimum limits and both male and female were picked. Next it prompted her to upload a few photos of herself. Shit. Mia hated thinking about how much fatter she had gotten, but she had to acknowledge finding a date with her full body on display would be tough. If Mia just uploaded a picture of somebody else from online, any potential prey would leave after getting a look at her; they had to be real pictures. Trying to make the picture look as nice as possible, she grabbed the new outfit she bought for herself. It was a red off shoulder sweater dress and black leggings. First she grabbed the leggings. After one foot was through, the next was. They were stretchy, so it wasn’t too much trouble getting them up. After getting them over her ass, it was obvious there was no way it’d stretch far enough to go over her underbelly. They were so tight, they were partially transparent; her panties could easily be seen. The fabric sunk into the folds are her legs forming several creases all around. Next, Mia put the sweater over her head. Her arms slipped through. They were snug on her upper arms, but it fit. The rest of it draped over her chest and middle. It reached almost as far as it was meant to. Only a bit of her underbelly and muffin top showed. Mia then brushed the crumbs and pizza boxes of her bed and sat down after propping her phone up on a dresser in front of her. She didn’t want to go outside unnecessarily, so this was her only option. The camera timer ended and a picture was taken. In the photo, Mia gave an unconvincing smile. Her breasts spread to each side of her over her belly making it clear she had no bra on. It wasn’t great, but it was the best photo she could get. Once the photo was uploaded, she finished her profile and got swiping on accounts. Mia kept swiping right on each person; it didn’t really matter who it was. She kept doing it until she ran out of accounts. Once she was done, she laid flat on her bed, waiting for any takers. Her stomach rumbled anticipating a real meal. Normal food wasn’t satisfying it anymore.

Mia woke up to a notification on her phone. She must have dozed off. “It’s a Match!” displayed on her phone after turning on. It was a 19 year old girl named Wendy. She was a pale, long haired ginger with freckles. Swiping through the photos on her profile, Mia got a better impression of her. Most of her photos were group pictures with two to four other girls. Many photos were at nightclubs. She most often wore some pretty slutty attire. She had an average body type. In some photos, Mia could tell she had a bit of belly fat, but that was it. Wendy’s profile bio read: “19 and out of high school. Taking some time off to enjoy life!”
She seemed like a typical bitchy party girl that Mia grew to dislike in college. A message from Wendy appeared.

[heyyy girl ]

[whats up]

[just saw your profile and thought you looked cute af. thought maybe we could meet up]

[sure, wanna meet up at my place tonight]

[woah aren’t you forward! didn’t think we’d get anywhere this soon …how about we get some dinner first and see how things go]

Mia just wanted to get this girl over as soon as possible, but she did realize asking a stranger to come to her place the day of matching might have been a bit creepy and she should just be happy she didn’t weird her out with her below subpar texting.

[where and when]

[meet me at the olive garden on cedar st at 8]

[I’ll be there]

[can’t wait ]

Mia sighed a sigh of relief. She was able to secure a meetup; plus, she was already dressed. Mia wasn’t the type to put on makeup, but this was a special case; it had to go well. In the meantime, she dolled herself up and did her hair. At about 7:00 PM, she slipped on her shoes and headed out. God knew she’d never be able to walk there, so she just got to the nearest bus stop and waited for it to arrive. After it did she got on. The steps creaked as she went on; the bus shifted slightly. The driver gave her a dirty look. “You got a problem?” Mia snapped at him. The driver quickly stopped staring and apologized under his breath. As Mia walked down the aisle, her hips bumped into seats and people in them. No empty seats were in sight. Mia found the nearest one with only one person in it. “ ‘Scuse me.” Mia said to the scared looking woman already there. With little mind, Mia plopped down. Her hips encroached on the lady and partially split over her much thinner leg. The woman tried her best to scooch over, but she was already against the bus wall. The lady stared at Mia’s grumbling belly.

“What are you looking at?” Mia said with a scowl.

“N-nothing.. Sorry.” The lady said avoiding looking at her.

Mia was starving. This lady had already pissed her off and she looked like she’d make a good snack, but others were around. Mia knew she couldn’t. After a short bus ride, it was time for Mia to get off. Once off, it was only a short walk to the Olive Garden. Once there she went inside and walked up to the waiter behind the podium. The man looked her up and down.

“Table for one?”

“I have a friend coming.”

“Right this way.” The waiter guided her to an empty table and set down a menu for her.

The table only had two chairs, one across from the other. Mia gave the waiter a look.

“Oh, ummm, of course.” The waiter grabbed a chair from a nearby table and set it next to the one at her’s.

Mia sat down on the two chairs. Her fat still spilled off of it, but it worked. The waiter soon brought some breadsticks to the table; Mia dug in. Mia checked her phone; it was only 7:30.

Wendy entered the restaurant at 8:00 on the dot wearing a pink nightclub dress and high heels. After entering, she overheard the staff gossiping about a problem customer who had them out of breadsticks. Wendy looked around and spotted Mia immediately; she was in red and had a frustrated look on her face. Wendy froliced towards her.

“Heyy Mia!” Wendy shouted going up to her.

“Huh? Oh, hi Wendy.” Mia said with some anger.

“Is something wrong?” Wendy asked.

“The service here is a fucking joke. Unlimited breadsticks my ass.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll still have plenty to eat! On me of course.” Wendy winked and sat down as she spoke. The waiter came to the two.

“Are we ready to order?” He asked.

“I already know what I want. I’ll have the Eggplant Parmigiana.” Wendy said.

“And for you?” The waiter turned to MIa.

“I’ll just have the Spaghetti and meatballs.” Mia said. The waiter nodded and walked away.

“Sooo, what do you do?” Wendy asked.

“Oh… I actually go to college. I’m a nursing major.”

“That’s so cool! Does that mean you do CPR and all that?” Wendy spoke with childish glee.

“Umm, I guess?”

“That's so cool! And by the way, can I just say you’re fucking killing it in that sweater?”

“Oh… Thank you.” Mia blushed as she spoke.

She couldn’t remember the last time she got a complement from anybody other than her mother. The two continued to chat. Mia hadn’t had the chance to talk about herself to anybody as of late, and Wendy was genuinely enjoying hearing about it. Soon, their food got there. They continued to talk while eating. Mia slurped her noodles down quickly without chewing and made short work of the meatballs. Wendy was only a fraction of the way done with her parmigiana. Mia’s tummy rumbled, unsatisfied with that little bowl of food.

“Still hungry? Feel free to get more, it’s still on me, I promise!” Wendy said.

“If you insist.”

Mia waved down the waiter and ordered another helping … and another … and another. By the time Wendy had finished her food, Mia had finished nine servings. Wendy didn’t seem to mind though; in fact, she seemed to enjoy watching Mia eat. Noticing they were done, their waiter came by.

“Can I interest you two to dessert?” He asked.

“Yeah, I could eat. Just bring me something. Surprise me.” Mia said.

“I’ll have the same.” Said Wendy.

A minute later, he came back with two slices of mousse cake. Mia horked her’s down quickly. Mia complained about the small portion size. Wendy slid her slice to Mia. “Go ahead.” Mia happily obliged. The waiter came with the check. $245.

“Hope I didn’t rack the bill up too much.” Mia said.

“Oh please, I offered to pay! Besides, I can appreciate a girl with an appetite.”

Mia would usually become enraged at any implication that she was fat, but the way Wendy said it Mia sensed no negativity. Mia felt complemented. The two left the building together chatting it up on the way out. Mia invited Wendy to her place and Wendy eagerly accepted. Wendy agreed to drive. Wendy drove a big blue minivan. “It’s my mom’s,” she explained. With its large size, Mia didn’t have too much trouble fitting in shotgun. During the drive they talked some more. Mia was really warming up to Wendy. She hadn’t really done much since Sugi got eaten. Mia was really happy to be out and about with somebody. Wendy soon arrived at Mia’s apartment building and Mia guided Wendy to her room. Once there, Mia realized she forgot to clean up. There was still food trash everywhere. “Welp this is it, I got my be-” Mia was interrupted by Wendy shoving her on the bed. Wendy frantically removed her dress and bra. Wendy climbed on top of Mia and started to tug her sweater off. Once it was, Wendy started to kiss and wrap her arms around Mia, clutching and squeezing her fat.

“God you’re so pretty. I knew I needed you the second I saw this belly on your Tinder.” Wendy took a break from the kissing and gave her gut a smack.

Mia wasn’t gay, or at least that’s what she thought untill now. All the fondling was getting Mia turned on. Mia started to reciprocate the kissing. Mia’s bliss was broken by her remembering why she brought Wendy here. To eat her. Mia’s gut growled at the thought. Mia was still so hungry after that tiny meal. She needed some real meat. With Wendy right at her mouth, it was the perfect time. But Mia stopped herself. Wendy was the first real connection she had since Sugi. She remembered what Mary said all those weeks before. “That's just what us voresses do.” She was better than that; she liked Wendy, she wouldn’t do that to her.

“No, no stop.” Mia said, pushing Wendy off her.

“What?”

“I … I think you should leave.”

“What? Why? We were having a great time!” Wendy raised her voice in disbelief.

“N-no, I won’t do that to you.” Mia avoided Wendy’s gaze.

‘Do what? We were both just having a little fun!”

“No… I was going to…” Mia stopped.

“Going to do what?!?”

“EAT YOU! OKAY? Like a voress…” Wendy’s shocked stare made Mia regret admitting that.

“Y-you can do that?” Wendy asked. Mia nodded, looking away.

Wendy believed her. Her shocked look turned into a devious smile.

“You know… I’ve had a fantasy for a while now. Getting swallowed up by some big fat voress, turning to fat on her big beautiful body…” Wendy walked her fingers up Mia’s belly to her chest, then mouth, shoving her fingers in.

“Why don’t you prove it to me. Swallow me now like the meat I am!” Wendy’s eyes had a crazy look to them. Mia was tempted by the salty taste of Wendy’s hand, but swatted them away.

“No! I won’t do that to you. You don’t deserve that.” Mia paused. “You should leave.”

“...Alright.” Wendy said defeated. Wendy dressed herself again and put her shoes on.

“Can we keep in touch?” Wendy asked. Mia gave a hesitant nod.

With that, Wendy went out the door and shut it behind her. Mia just sat on her bed, shirtless and with no bra all hot and bothered. Mia reached her arm between her belly and thigh and under her panties. She slipped a couple fingers into her pussy and got massaging. She pumped them in and out. After orgasuming, she fell asleep.

Mia woke up to a phone notification. It was Wendy.

[i’m sorry if I came across too strongly last night.]

[it’s ok, i mean i was the one about to, you know]

[why don’t you come over to my place today? no funny business, just to hang out.]

[sure, i’d like that]

Mia really did like her time with Wendy and had no real reason to not see her. Wendy agreed to pick her up. Mia got dressed in her same outfit, as it was the only thing that fit her. She waited for Wendy to arrive. Soon there was a knock on the door.

“Heyy!” Wendy said after Mia opened the door.

Wendy gave Mia a hug. The two shared some pleasantries and got going. On the drive there, they chattered like usual. Mia was grateful that someone would still be willing to spend time with her after knowing what she could do. They drove into a nice suburb and drove into a nice sizable upper-middle class house. Wendy guided Mia to the door. On the door a middle aged woman sat smoking. The woman was also a ginger wearing a white tank top and bedazzled jeans. The woman was puggy all around with a muffin top peeking from under her top.

“Hi mom.” Wendy said with little enthusiasm.

“Who the hell is this?” Said Wendy’s mother.

“It’s just a friend of mine.”

“Christ, well you sure know how to pick ‘em.” Wendy’s mom said sarcastically, looking Mia up and down.

“The fu-” Mia’s outburst was interrupted by Wendy tugging on her arm. Wendy brought her inside. Mia gave the lady a dirty look while passing by. The immediate inside of the house was a typical looking living room with a couch and TV. Wendy guided her upstairs. “My room’s up here.” She said. Mia slowly got up the stairs, each one creaking as she did. It tuckered her out a bit. Once to the top, Mia walked to the nearest door.

“Is this your room?” Asked Mia.

“No, that’s my older sister’s.”

Mia could hear the faint sound of some shooter game from the other side of the door. Wendy took her to the correct room. Wendy’s bedroom was very pink; it looked like it hadn’t been redecorated since she was a kid. Her room, seating wise, only had a twin size bed with a bed rail and a bean bag chair. Wendy directed her to sit on the bed as she plopped on the bean bag. Mia sat down. The bed creaked and bent where she sat. She took up most of the bed just sitting down.

“So what do you wanna do?” Mia asked.

“I got a movie for us to watch.”

Wendy had a tittle tube television and a Roku. She pulled up Netflix and the two debated what to watch. Eventually, they decided on a buddy comedy flick. Wendy lowered the lights and turned the movie on. The movie itself wasn’t that funny, but the two joked and commentated over it the whole time. It was a good time. After it was over, Wendy sat next to Mia on the bed, weighing it down even more. They continued to have fun, pleasant conversation. All of a sudden, Wendy went quiet.

“What’s up?” asked Mia.

“Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Of course.”

“When I said no funny business, I was kinda lying…”

“Wendy, what-”

“I want you to… eat my family.”

“God, Wendy. I’m not gonna-” Wendy interrupted Mia.

“Wait, listen! My mom’s a total bitch! You heard what she said to you! She hates me and is always calling me a skank just because of the way I dress. She doesn’t even work, she just lives off the money she got off my dad in the divorse. And my sister sucks too. She never leaves her room; whenever I try to talk to her she just yells at me. She’s just rotting away in there; you’d be doing her a favor.” Wendy tried to convince Mia. “Please?” Wendy gave her puppy eyes.

“...Fine, I’ll do it.”

Mia remembered she still had to gain weight and she still needed to eat somebody. Since Wendy was offering, why not? Wendy got up and started to prance around in celebration. Mia couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, thank you thank you! You’re not going to regret this!” Wendy said, giving Mia a big hug.

The two got to plotting. Wendy’s mother was outside having another cigarette, so they thought it’d be best to do the sister first. Not wanting to rip her only outfit, Mia took off her sweater and rolled her leggings off. They went into the hallway. “Wait here for a second.” Wendy said. Wendy opened the door without knocking. Inside the lights were off. The only pieces of furniture inside were a bed and TV stand. Food trash and water bottles were scattered all over the ground. The only source of light was the dim glow of the TV screen displaying some first person shooter game. A girl sat on the ground a couple feet in front of it oblivious that anyone entered her room. Her ginger hair was long and unkept, partially covering her eyes. She was wearing headphones with a mic in which she occasionally mumbled into. “Left, on your left.” She mumbled into her mic. That pair of headphones was pretty much all she was wearing. The only other things on her were her panites and glasses. Her lack of clothes put her body on full display. She was short, very short. Definitely under five feet. But she was absolutely rotund. She sat on the floor, legs out, with everything exposed. Her fat breasts rested over her belly that reached past her knees. Her said belly was divided into two sections. One was smaller and above her deep, set-in belly button, the other was what was under it, a flabby mass acting as a blanket for her legs. Her features and appendages blended into one big gelatinous mess.

“Hey Clover! I got somebody I want you to meet!” Wendy shouted at her sister when she didn’t notice her coming in. Clover turned her head and blinked focusing her eyes on something other than a screen.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” Clover yelled.

“Mia, you can come in now!” Wendy shouted out the door.

Mia had to inch her way sideways through the door and got a look at Clover. Mia’s mouth began to water and her stomach rumbled. The girl in front of her looked so meaty. Mia was really craving some real food. “Who the fuck is that?” Clover adjusted her glasses; her eyesight was still blurry. Wendy gave Mia a nod. Mia approached Clover. “Hey, get away-” Before Clover could finish, Mia shoved her mouth around Clover's head. Clover screamed from within. Mia dropped to her knees and continued to lower her mouth onto Clover. Clover tasted greasy; she clearly hadn't bathed for a while. Once she got past Clover's shoulders, Mia couldn’t even tell what she was eating; it was all just one big pile of blubber. Mia thought she would struggle fitting it all in with Clover’s size, but she was doing pretty well. But soon enough, Clover kept getting wider and wider until Mia could not stretch her mouth any bigger. Sensing the trouble, Wendy went over to Clover and started pushing on her plush ass. “C’mon, almost there.” Wendy gave Mia words of encouragement. WIth one big heft from Wendy, Clover’s ass was in. Mia tried to lift her head up and face the ceiling, but Clover was too heavy. With the help of Wendy lifting Clover’s legs up, Mia was able to. The bulge in Mia’s neck was huge. Due to Clover’s short stacher, she was still entirely outside Mia’s stomach and mostly in her esophagus. Mia kept gulping, but Clover stopped moving down. The gulping turned into choking. Wendy put her hand into Mia’s mouth and started pushing. With the help, Mia was able to keep going. Soon enough, Mia’s belly started to grow and the last of Clover was tucked away. Wendy pulled her arm out of Mia’s throat. It was covered in gooey saliva. “Oh my God, you really did it!” Wendy cheared. Wendy started to poke and proud at Mia’s belly. “You feel that Clover? Hahaha!” Wendy's tone took a sadistic turn. Clover was moving around in there, but not enough to cause any discomfort for Mia. “You’re amazing, Mia!” Wendy climbed over Clover’s resting spot and gave Mia a passionate kiss. Mia was about to respond, but only a belch escaped her lips.

“Excuse me.” Mia said slyly.

“You wait right here. We still have one last treat for that monster of a stomach of yours.” Wendy left the room with a wink.

Left alone, Mia played with her tummy. If she pushed on it in certain ways, she could make out the features of Clover. Mia had not left satisfied in a while, but she still had more room. A couple minutes passed by and Mia heard a loud thud. “Are you okay?!?” Mia yelled. “I’m fine, just preparing your dessert!” A bit later Wendy came in draping something along with her. It was a shair with her mother duct taped to it. She was limp and unconscious. Duct tape covered her mouth, secured her arms to her sides, her upper legs to the seat of the chair, and her lower legs to one another.

“You know, I heard the voresses can not only swallow with their mouths, but also from the other end.” Wendy said with a smirk.

“I’ve never even tried that.”

“No time like the present! Now let's get you up.”

Wendy helped Mia to her feet. Clover complained from the inside for being jerked around. Wendy lowered Mia’s panties to her ankles. The two heard a noise from Wendy’s mom. She was waking up. Mia quickly shuffled over to the chair and turned, ass facing it. Wendy’s mom started opening her eyes. She had yet to gain her bearing. She attempted to move, unable to because of the tape. She looked up at the massive ass in front of her and, confused, tried to speak; only murmurs came out from the other side of the tape. In one quick movement, Mia sat down, putting all her weight into it. The chair immediately broke, sending Mia’s ass to the ground. Mia gave out a moan as the woman was shoved up her ass. Mia turned to her side, revealing legs coming out of her asshole. “Pu-push them in,” Mia said on the verge of orgasuming. Wendy was happy to comply. Wendy shoved them all the way into Mia’s intestines. Mia felt the mass worm its way through her maze of entrails until Clover and her mother were reunited.

“Oh god I’m so full … Wendy, I left my pills in your room, go get them for me.”

“Pills?” Wendy asked.

“They help me digest quicker.”

“Quicker? Let's take our sweet time with this…”

Wendy caressed Mia’s big belly and gave it a smack. It caused muffled yelling from within. Mia was still on her side. Wendy lifted Mia’s top fatty leg a bit and shoved her head between them. Wendy searched for Mia’s pussy within the mass of flabs untill she found it and got her tongue to work. Mia started moaning in delight. Once Mia was satisfied in two ways, Wendy cuddled up with Mia on the floor.

“God, you’re so amazing.” Wendy said into Mia’s ear, ignoring the muffled screams from within her. “How are you able to do that? Are you part voress or something?”

Wendy asked a question Mia didn’t know the answer to. She knew her stomach grew due to her overeating, but nothing else made sense. The only other thing she had been doing out of the ordinary was taking those pills. They were presumably made for voresses. Maybe that had something to do with it.

“I don’t know. I just tried it one day and it worked.” Mia responded.

“Well one thing’s for sure. You’re my big glutton!” Wendy said, rubbing Mia from all over.

“..Y-yes..” Mia said uncharacteristically docilely.

The two passed out cuddling together. The next morning Mia was shaken awake by Wendy. “Mia, Mia, wake up. You’re huge!” Mia came to. She woke up to a sea of blubber in front of her. Everything was bigger. She put her hand on her boobs and gave them a squeeze. Her fingers disappeared entirely into them. Her gut was much bigger too. She tried to lift it, but it was too much to handle. Her legs developed so much more fat, her ankle bracelet was completely absorbed into a flab. Mia got on all fours, preparing to get up. Her gut and tits touched the ground. With Wendy’s help, Mia got on her legs. Every step took a lot out of her. Each one pushed her belly that hung in front of her legs. Wendy guided Mia into her former mother’s room. It had a king sized bed with a metal frame. Mia sat down.

The next couple weeks were amazing. Mia spent most all day, everyday in that bed with Wendy attending to her every need. With her mother’s credit card, Wendy could buy enough food to stuff Mia every night. Even Wendy gained some weight in the fun. She didn’t grow much more puge on her belly, but her breasts and hips grew, giving her a curvy hourglass figure. Mia was very happy with Wendy, but she craved more meat.

One night the doorbell rang.

“Ah! That must be them!” Wendy shot out of bed from cuddling with Mia.

“What? Did you order more food or something?” Mia asked.

“You know what day it is right? Thanksgiving!” Without further explanation, Wendy ran out the door and shut it.

Mia was confused. She heard the front door open and chattering from downstairs. The voices got closer until she could begin to make them out.

“Oh my gosh, Wendy, you never hang anymore.”

“Sorry girls, I’ve just been busy.” Mia recognized Wendy’s voice.

“By the way, did you get surgery or something? Your new figure is to die for.”

The bedroom door opened and Wendy walked in, followed by three girls. They were all dressed in clubbing attire. There was a thin black girl with dreads, a white blond girl with some prominent cleavage, and a hispanic girl with a noticeably larger ass. All three of them looked shocked at the sight of the naked obese woman in front of them. Mia recognized them. They were a few of the girls that Wendy had group photos with on her Tinder. “Umm… who the hell is that?” Asked the white one. While they were all distracted looking at Mia, Wendy left and shut the door behind her. Mia finally understood what Wendy was talking about earlier. It was thanksgiving, and this was her thanksgiving feast. The black girl walked up to Mia. “Are you one of Wendy’s sex wierdos? I knew she was into bigger girls but this is just gross.” Mia grabbed her arm and shoved it into her mouth. “Hey!” Mia had already swallowed to her shoulder. “Let go-” Mia ducked her head into her mouth and kept going. The hispanic girl grabbed her friend’s waist and tried to pull. “Let her go, you freak!” This did nothing to slow Mia down. She was already at the black girl’s middle and the hispanic girl’s hand slipped in with them. “No! Stop!” Her arms were already down Mia’s throat. Mia pushed her head in too. The two girls sandwiched together kept sliding in. The hispanic girl’s fat ass was next. Mia gave it a soft bite, sinking her teeth in slightly to get a feel for its cushiony-ness. Mia slurped the rest down quickly and the two entered their forever home in her gut. The white girl looked on with horror.

“Let me out! Help!” The girl banged on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

There was more prey and Mia was going to have her fun with this one. Mia got off the bed and stood up. Her belly almost touched the floor with the two girls inside. She slowly lumbered to the girl. “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t-” Mia shoved her on the bed and climbed over her. “C-can’t br-eath.” The girl said with Mia’s full weight on her. The two girls from within could feel the third from the outside. Mia licked the girl’s face to get a taste. It was salty with tears and savory. Mia nibbled her shoulders and left bite indents on her skin. The girl was getting covered in slobber. Mia sat up on her to let her breath. She inhaled deeply. “Don’t do this! I wo-” Mia shoved her head into her mouth. The girl punched at Mia, but each strike was absorbed by her softness. Mia was in no rush; she let the girl linger there, head in mouth. Over the course of minutes, her strikes became weak and tired, eventually stopping all together. Now that her food was out of vigor, Mia could finish her easily. She gulped down some more. Her soft breasts tasted heavenly. Mia sunk her teeth in a bit. With no struggling, Mia slurped the rest of her down like a big noodle.

“Are you done?” Wendy peeked through the door. “Yaay!’ Wendy celebrated. She quickly jumped in bed with Mia.

“Three whole people in this gut of yours. You just do whatever this thing wants, don’t you?” Wendy teased.

“I’m just a big round glutton who eats whatever’s on her plate!” Mia had gotten used to dirty talking with Wendy.

They spent the rest of the night pleasuring one another while MIa digested. Once it was over, Wendy passed out on Mia’s side. Mia was about to join her, but her phone vibrated. A message from Wanda. Mia was enjoying herself so much lately, her predicament slipped her mind. The message read “Happy Thanksgiving, my big old turkey!” accompanied by two images. The first was several people, all different shapes and sizes, tied up and laying on her dining table. Mia could see Mary and Susan sitting on the other side of the table. The next photo was an overhead shot of the three voresses’ guts squeezed together, stuffed and with small bulges sticking out. Mia noticed all three of them were fatter, especially Wanda. Her gut was even bigger. Mia would usually get disgusted by these messages, but this time, with her own prey digested, she got hungry.

The next day, the two were cuddling like usual.

“Do you love me?” Wendy spoke out of the blue. Mia was startled to hear this.

“...Yes, I do.” Mia said embarrassed.

“Then can you do something for me?”

“What is it?”

“I want you to eat me.” Wendy started right in MIa’s eyes.

“Wendy, we talked about this…”

“Please Mia! Every time you eat someone and wish I was them! I want to join in on all this beautiful fat on you! My mom’s bank account is almost out of money; once it's all gone, I can’t even afford to live.” Wendy pleaded.

“I care for you, Wendy. I want to stay with you forever.”

“If you do it, we can! I’ll always be a part of you! Please, that's all I want!” Wendy held onto Mia’s hands.

“....Okay… if that’s what you really want.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Let's do it! Right now! Legs first, I want your face to be the last thing I see!”

Wendy quickly oriented herself on the bed. She rested on Mia’s belly, feet to her face. After Mia asked again to be sure this is what she wanted, she got to work. Mia had gotten very used to eating people. It was pretty easy for her now. But, for the sake of Wendy’s enjoyment, she took it slow. Her legs got wider and wider the further up she ate. When she got to her hips, she gave her pussy a lick, sending shivers up and down Wendy. “Oh, yes! I’m just meat to satisfy your big gut!” It felt nice to finally eat her. She had to hold back the urge for weeks now. All that was left of Wendy was her head. Mia looked into her eyes. She looked so happy. “Goodbye, Mia.” Wendy said, slipping past Mia’s maw. Wendy was in Mia’s gut with just a couple more gulps. She was moving around a lot in there. Mia heard muffled noise from within. Wendy must have been moaning. Mia put her ear to her gut to listen in on her lover’s voice. What she heard was not a pleasant noise. “AHHHH FUCK IT BURNS! GET ME OUT, MIA! MIA!” Mia started panicking. She knew she shouldn’t have eaten Wendy. Mia shoved her fingers down her throat to trigger her gag reflex. Nothing happened. The movement from within increased more. “Shit!” Mia thought. What could she do? Mia got an idea. She pulled herself off the bed and stood up with much effort. She thought if she could do a belly flop, Wendy would shoot out of her mouth. Mia fell onto her stomach. She heard several cracks, but then felt something coming back up. Wendy was spat out. On the floor in front of her Mia saw Wendy. She was in a pool of drool and stomach acid. Her hair was burned and missing in places; her skin was covered in massive burn marks. Worst of all, her left arm and leg were completely limp and broken, probably from the fall. “Ow, ow, ow.” Wendy could only muster sounds of pain. Now what? Mia couldn’t take Wendy to a hospital. She would just be incriminating herself. Wendy clearly couldn’t go on like this. Mia bit her lip realizing what she had to do. Wendy had to go back in.

Mia was still laying on her stomach with Wendy laying in front of her. Mia grabbed her legs and put them back in her mouth. “Hey! Mia, I changed my mind! Stop!” Mia kept eating. It was painful emotionally and physically. The stomach acid burned her mouth. “Mia! MIA!” Wendy tried to pull herself away, but it was pointless with a broken arm. Mia ate fast wanting to get it over with. Once again, Wendy’s head was all that was left. She looked terrified. “Mia.. I thought you loved me…” Wendy spoke her last words before reentering Mia. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mia kept repeating. She reached for her pills next to the bed. She didn’t want this to take any longer than it had to for Wendy. She swallowed a handful and her stomach got to work. She heard more screaming and her stomach sloshed and gurgled. Not before long, the screaming stopped and her gut reasted. Mia began crying. “Oh my God, what did I do?” She laid in her own misery through a sleepless night.

The next morning, Mia pulled herself off the floor using the bed. She couldn’t stay here anymore. She found her sweater and leggings and put them on for the first time in weeks. Her leggings now had several rips and tears in them; each one a small heap of fat poked out. Her sweater no longer covered any of her belly; it hardly covered her boobs. Mia didn’t care how she looked, she just wanted to go home. She needed a ride, but there was no way she’d fit in a normal car at this point. She would need a much bigger one … like a voress’. She didn’t want to see Wanda, but it was her only choice; plus it wasn’t the end of the month yet, so she knew she’d be safe. She pulled out her phone and gave Wanda a call.

“Hello, Hello! How may I help my prized cow?” Wanda seemed excited to hear from Mia.

“I need a ride.”

“What? That’s it? It’s nice hearing from you, but I’m a busy woman! Can’t you just call a taxi?”

“I… wouldn’t fit in a normal car.” Mia said shamefully.

“Wouldn't fit? Oh, ho, ho, just how big have you gotten? You must be really pack on the pounds for lil’ old me. Are you still eating people? Oh, no, no don’t tell me, I want to see for myself now! You got me all excited now! Just send me where you are, I’ll be right over.”

Mia hung up before responding. She sent Wanda a message with Wendy’s address and waited, sitting on the porch. After a half hour, Wanda’s minivan pulled up into the drive through. Mia could see Wanda’s smiling face through the front window. Mia got up and began the now taxing process of walking over to the car. She opened the door and Wanda started.

“I…am…speechless. Look at you! I’ve never seen a girl so big! I mean I have obviously given I’m a voress and all, but you get what I mean.”

Mia climbed up and sat down. “Just take me home.”

“Oh, I only ever see you once a month, let’s go out and do something! I know a nice restaurant downtown-”

“Please…just take me home.”

“You’re no fun.” Wanda started the car and got on the road. “So whose house was that?”

“It-it was a friend’s…” Tears began to form above her baggy eyes. Wanda either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“A friend’s? It’s so nice to see you with a friend again! I haven’t seen you with one once since that oriental girl. What was her name again?”

“...Sugi.”

“Ah, that’s it.” Wanda remembered.

Wanda talked throughout the drive, but Mia blocked it out. She had trouble focusing on anything. What she did notice was the constant looks Wanda gave her. Wanda was really fighting the urge to eat her. It was an expression Mia had made several times. The two made it to Mia’s building.

“Welp, I’ll see you in a few days then! Take care now!” Wanda gave a warm goodbye as Mia left.

After entering, she was at least pleased to see the elevator was working again. She pressed the button and got in. There were a few other people already in there; Mia’s expanded body rubbed on most of them. The elevator strained to go up. After getting to her floor, she went to her apartment. She opened the door; it was unlocked. Mia didn’t think too much of this as she often forgot to lock it up. What did put her off though, was the fact her bedroom was all cleaned up. She was sure there was trash when she left it. Then she heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Mia, is that you sweetheart? I came for a surprise visit today! You left the door unlocked so I let myself in. The place was a total mess, so I cleaned it up a bit.” Mia recognized the voice. It was her mother’s.

Her mother walked out of the kitchen looking at her phone. The woman was a dirty blonde like Mia and wore it in a top bun. She wore a black tank top tucked in a pair of cargo shorts. She sported a sizable chest and wide birthing hips. She also had a bit of a beer belly visible through her top.

“So how have you been, swee-'' She looked up from her phone mid sentence. “M-Mia! You’re so- What happened to you!” Mia’s mother put both her hands in front of her mouth, accentuating her surprise.

“I-I- ummm … ther-e-” Mia was not at all prepared to see her mother right now. She kept stuttering until all of her emotions bursted out at once. She started weeping and hugged her mother.

“M-mommy! I ne-ne-need help! I’m so scared. And I-I hurt people!” Mia could hardly get her words out between her tears.

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. Just tell mommy what’s happening.” She patted her daughter on the back and sat her down on the bed and joined her.

Mia split everything. How she met Wanda, what Wanda was making her do, what happened to Sugi, what she resorted to doing. She let it all out. Mia expected her mother to have a negative reaction to hearing that she ate people, but she remained supportive. “Don’t worry, we’re going to get through this, baby.” Mia’s mother wiped her tears away. Mia nodded and sniffled. Just then, they heard a voice from the hallway.

“Mia! You forgetful thing. You left your phone in my car! How am I going to reach you if you don’t have this?” Wanda said, entering the room.

“Oh, who do we have here?” Wanda said, intrigued.

Mia’s mother didn’t move; she was visibly shaken. “Don’t you do anything to her, you fucking monster!” Mia yelled as she held onto her mom tightly.

Mia’s mother got her bearings and broke away from Mia’s clutches. “Hey, you’re Wanda, aren’t you? You bitch! Look what you did to my sweet little daughter!” She walked up to Wanda, unintimidated.

“Oh, so you’re her mother? I can see the resemblance. I also see where she gets her feistiness from!” Wanda chuckled.

“You get out of here and stay the fuck away from my family!” Her mother yelled.

“Oh, this really brings me back. You know, I was about Mia’s age when I ate my mother. She wasn't a voress like me. She was my first real meal. I tried for so long to suppress my urges, but I couldn’t forever, and she just happened to be around when I gave in. We can’t suppress our nature, Mia.” Wanda lost her typical cheery tone the further she got into her statement.

“W-what are you saying?” Mia asked, already knowing.

“Why don’t you just eat her already? I know you want to. I know you want to eat anybody you see. Just give in; you already crossed the line a long time ago.” Wanda was sounding more and more like a different person.

“What!?! No! I would never!” Mia shouted.

“I think we both know what happens if you don't. What happens to you and your mother.”

Mia’s mind was racing. She tried to think of every possible outcome where she could save her mom, but in the end, there were only two endings. One where mom dies, and one where she and mom dies. Mia started to tear up once again knowing what she had to do. She loved her mom, but she wanted to live. Mia got up and approached her mother. “You don’t have to do what she says! Honey, we can get out of this!” Mia’s mom slowly backed away until she backed into Wanda behind her. “I’m so sorry.” Mia opened her mouth wide and overtook her mother’s head. Mia dropped to her knees and kept swallowing as fast as she could. She kept her eyes shut, trying to avoid the reality of what she was doing. She kept swallowing until she felt there was nothing else. Mia stopped kneeling and sat on her bottom. Her gut was moving. It was moving a lot. Mom still had a lot of vigor left. She felt something crawl out from her stomach and up her throat. Mia’s mouth was forced open by the upcoming object. A head appeared from within her mouth. “MIA! LET ME OUT! DON’T DO WHAT SHE SA-” Wanda pushed the head back down Mia’s thought. “She still has got some fight in her!” Wanda said. Almost immediately after, Mia’s mother pushed her way back out. “DON’T DO THIS TO ME! MIAA!” Wanda once again pushed her down. This kept happening for upwards of an hour. Each time, it took a little longer, and her voice was a little weaker. Mia couldn’t see her face, but she tried not to imagine how it must have looked getting massacred by her guts. Mia didn’t know if she was still alive in there, but she stopped moving. “Well, looks like that’s that!” Wanda rubbed her hands together. Mia said nothing. She had a blank expression; she had no emotion left to show. This broke her. “Are you sad that your Mama's gone? Don’t worry, I’ll be your Mama now.” Wanda bent over and gave Mia a kiss on the cheek. Wanda thought for a moment and pulled something out of her bag. She pressed a cloth over Mia’s face. She didn’t protest. Mia passed out.

Mia woke up in a daze. She didn’t know how much time had passed. She looked around. She realized she was on a massive bed, and Wanda was lying on her side looking at her in black lingerie on the other side. Wanda’s massive breasts were pulled sideways by gravity and her gut must have taken a quarter of the bed alone. Mia looked down at herself. She was totally naked. Her belly reached farther than ever before. Only her feet were visible; the rest of her legs were under it. Whipped cream was dolloped on her nipples and belly button. A cherry was placed on the middle of her gut. Chocolate sauce was drizzled all over her.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Wanda said.

“W-what’s happening?”

“It’s the moment you’ve done all this work for. A decided since you put in so much effort for me, I’ll make an event out of this.”

“B-but you never weighed me. I’m sure I gained what you wanted…”

“Oh, I’m sure you did. You're my diligent worker, but it was never about that. I was just waiting for a time that felt right, and now did.”

Mia was completely speechless. This was it. Mia remembered her plan to get so big that even Wanda couldn’t swallow her. She didn’t know if she was there yet, but now was the time to find out. A deep grumble came from within Wanda.

“You look absolutely delicious tonight, Mia. Thank you for being my meal.” Wanda pulled the platter along with Mia closer to her face while still laying down.

Wanda gave Mia a kiss on the cheek that developed into her mouth enveloping Mia’s head. Mia didn’t bother struggling; her only hope was that she wouldn’t fit on the way down. Mia reentered a place she was unfortunately familiar with, a voresses mouth. She felt the warm, slimy lips surround more and more of her. Wanda’s tongue played with the folds of Mia’s gut as it entered, making sure to get every taste of her as she could. Mia felt her legs and feet get swallowed up too as her upper body began down the throat. The last couple times she was going down somebody’s throat, it was an incremental, inch by inch, process. This time, she slid right down with no sign of slowing down. Mia hadn’t gotten big enough. She got farther than she ever had before. Her head pushed past the end of the esophagus and began into a more open area. Mia couldn’t see, but she knew she entered the stomach; it was too late for her. Her head dunked into the pool of acid and promptly felt the red-hot liquid singing her skin. It hurt like hell, no wonder why Wendy changed her mind so fast. The rest of her body soon joined her, sharing the horrible sensation. Mia filled up the stomach well; she felt the wall on all sides of her body, it completely encompassed her. She felt her surroundings move. Her head, which was once near the bottom and fully submerged, was reoriented to the top where a small air bubble was. After a deep breath, the suffocating fumes had her lungs burning as well. Wanda must have sat up. Pressure came down onto her belly, moving up down and around her body from the outside. She was being rubbed. Mia sensed vibrations and sound, like the humming of a lullaby. Wanda must have been trying to comfort her how she could in her last moments. To cope with the pain, all her senses dulled; her sense of touch turned into nothingness. All she had left was her thoughts:

“Maybe it would have been best if I never spoke up that night on the way home. Sugi would be alive. Wendy would be alive. Mom would be alive. I wouldn't have had to hurt all those people, complete strangers. Why did I let Wanda turn me into this all consuming monster? What if… what if I had just…. “

And with that, Mia’s consciousness faded away. Her body was now just meat to be dissolved away into Wanda.

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Postby tomsketchit » Sun Jun 12, 2022 10:56 am

Hot damn!
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Postby StickyGlobule » Mon Jun 13, 2022 5:38 am

Thank you.
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Postby blinky » Mon Jun 13, 2022 1:40 pm

Good stuff! I was hoping for Mia to end up eating Wanda :)
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Postby Datstrudel » Mon Jun 13, 2022 9:12 pm

This is a super well written and intriguing story. I really enjoyed it.
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Factory Farming [F/F, BBW, SSBBW, Mini Giantess,Weight Gain]

Postby Superbatman1 » Tue Aug 09, 2022 1:53 am

[Author's Note: Hello all, this is my second story posted here. This is not a direct sequel to my last story, but it does happen in the same continuity with maybe one or two characters reappearing. It's not necessary, but if you want to read the other first- viewtopic.php?f=38&t=63310]


“Hey! What’d you get all the pigs riled up for? I can hear ‘em from the farm hou-” The woman stopped in her tracks as she entered the barn.


This mother was absorbing a site she never expected to see. It was her typical pig barn she had gotten used to, but all the pigs were oinking in a frenzy and pushing one another to get to the far ends of the caged up areas, avoiding the middle of the barn. In the center, in between the two large pigpens,there was an aisle ment for people to walk down and tend to the pigs. There, sitting on the wooden floor, that woman’s daughter was whimpering. It was a bizarre site. The girl’s white stained t-shirt had ridden up her abdomen. What caused this was evident. Her normally flat stomach bulged out greatly. It looked so unnatural. Her skin was tight and formed a large ovular egg shape. Red stretch marks formed on her skin. Her jean shorts moved down to accommodate. Her eyes were watering and drool was all around her mouth and her upper shirt. Her arms and legs held firmly over her stomach, as if to keep whatever was inside from moving. The slightest bit of movement came from within.


“Daisy! What in God’s name is happening!” The lady found words after gawking in awe for a moment.


“M-mom! Oh, God, it’s - *argh* It’s not- *ecck* I just - my stomach started hurting and-” Daisy spoke incoherently. Pained groans and whines prevented any full thought from being said.


“The fuck is … My God, that isn’t a fucking pig, is it?” Fury was in the mother’s eyes.


“Mom, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me! I-I-I” Daisy was able to speak with more purpose after getting the fear of her mother’s wrath instilled in her.


The mother began stopping towards her. “God dammit! No daughter of mine is gonna become one of those devils!” She grabbed her daughter by the ponytail.


“Mom, please! I’m sorry! I’ll try to let it out!” Daisy began futilely attempting to purge her stomach. She started gagging.


“You little bitch! I thought I raised you right!” By her hair, Daisy’s mother began dragging her across the barn floor and outside through the grass.


Among sounds of her trying to gag up the pig, she apologized profusely. Apologies her mother paid no mind to. The pain of what felt like her stomach about to pop open was intensified greatly by it being dragged across the grass. Every time her gut grazed a small rock, she couldn't help but shout in pain. That, mixed with the agony of her being pulled by her hair, caused her to flat out start bawling. Soon enough, the mother whipped open the door of their farm house and dragged Daisy in. The sensation of grass rubbing against her changed back to wood. Daisy was thrown, still by the hair, onto the living room couch. A large opening in the wall between the living and dining room made it very clear to Daisy’s younger teenage brother, Mark, what was happening midway bringing a spoonful of cereal to his mouth.

“What’s happening?” Mark said confused, putting his spoon down and walking over.


“Your bitch of a sister ate one of the fucking pigs!” Their mother yelled while undoing the belt securing her high waisted jeans up.


“She ate …. Does that mean she’s a vores-” Mark was cut off by his mother.


“Don’t you say it! She is not, God dammit! I’ll beat it out of her if I need to! Go to your room right now, Mark!” She said without shifting her glare from Daisy. Mark gave one sympathetic look to Daisy before obediently shuffling upstairs.


“Spit it up!”


“I-I’m trying.”


“The hell are you crying for? I’ll give you something to cry about!”


Daisy’s mother yanked on the belt in her hands by both sides, causing a sharp snap in the air. The woman gave a malice filled look with her head raised. The middle aged woman looked remarkably similar to Daisy, if aged up. She shared her long, brunette hair with bangs, though she let it down. Her sense of style was a bit more refined. Her white blouse tucked into her mom jeans. The only major difference in appearance was that with her age, came some facial wrinkles and a bit of extra weight. She had wide, child bearing hips and more prominent breasts than her daughter. She was a bit pudgy, but nothing too out of the ordinary for a woman her age.


“Mom, please!” Daisy put her hand out in defense.


The first whip was right on her exposed belly. Daisy responded with a sudden spat of saliva spraying out of her mouth as she made a deep groan from her chest. She wasn't the only one feeling the pain. The pig within began wiggling wildly. Loud oinks could be heard. Daisy’s beating lasted for about five minutes before her mother calmed down. A bit ago, Daisy fell to the ground next to the couch and guarded herself the best she could in a fetal position; at least as good a fetal position as she could with the massive lump she had. Bruises and slashes covered her already red gut, along with some over her arms and legs. Her face was covered with spit, tears, and a small bit of blood from her mouth. Her mother stood over her breathing heavily. Through her blurred vision, she saw past her mother’s shoulder, the massive silver cross they kept on the wall loomed over her.


“Look what you made me do! Christ… wait until your father hears about this.” She said, putting her belt back on.


“What? No, please! H-he’ll kill me!” Daisy kept her eyes open for the first time for a few minutes. She blinked rapidly. Her excessive begging must have triggered the tiny amount of charity Daisy’s mother had in her.


“Fine. He won’t hear a word of this. If you can’t spit that thing up, so be it. Just know, if anything, and I mean ANYTHING like this happens again … you are done. Do you understand me?”


“Yes, mom … thank you…” Daisy gave her mother a performative smile while still writhing in pain.


“Now go to your room and don’t come down again until …” She looked at her gut with disgust. “... you’re more presentable.”


Daisy gave an affirmative look to her mother and rolled herself onto her arms and knees. With shaky limbs, she was able to get on her feet. The new weight from her middle kept her from standing straight, she walked away with a bend at her waist, cradling her gut. At least the pig stopped moving. With each step up the stairs, her knee would press against her gut, causing sharp throbs across her body. She soldiered through it and got to her bedroom. Shutting the door behind her, she carefully laid herself onto the bed sideways and tended to her gut. She wiped her face of its various liquids. What the hell just happened to her? She thought back to only fifteen minutes ago. She was just feeding the pigs like she did everyday. As she gave them food, they came to her. She remembers being a bit hungry, and seeing the pigs. She thought she could go for some pork. She held one of the pigs still by the scruff of its neck and brought her mouth to it. Her lips easily engulfed the struggling pig and she swallowed it down gulp by gulp without too much issue. She stood up straight after it was done and exhaled with satisfaction. She gave her gut a rub and looked down at it. Only then, did she realize what she just did. She dropped to her knees and started to panic. “W-wh-wha” She began muttering to herself. She just ate a whole pig without a second thought as if it were normal, as if she was just eating some sausage from her plate. What came over her? Then she heard the voice of her mother getting closer…


It was only noon, Sunday when it happened. Daisy spent the rest of her day in a daze on her bed. Disjointed thoughts came across her mind throughout the day. “Does this mean I’m one of them? A voress? “But I’m already 18, I should’ve noticed years ago. Am I going to turn into one of those? I can’t… Regardless of what she was, she knew she couldn’t let it happen again. She was lucky it was just a pig this time. She was determined to fight this. Surely not every voress ate people, right? Soon, she heard a knock on her door.


“Hey Daisy, I just got back home and your mother told me you weren't feeling well. I made you some chicken noodle.”It was her father’s voice. The doorknob began to twist.


Daisy thought fast. “Don’t come in! I-I’m contagious! I don't want to get you sick!”


“Aw, my sweet little thang. Always worrying ‘bout others. I’ll just leave it by the door.”


She heard her father walk away from the door. He was much more kind-hearted than her mother, but he was known to enter spirals of rage if prompted from time to time. He can’t find out. Daisy’s morale did increase, thinking of her father’s consideration. She stood up from the bed to retrieve her soup. Only then did she notice. Her gut had almost completely disappeared. It was replaced by a thin layer of pudge on her middle. She turned to her mirror. Her brunette hair with bangs and a pigtail looked the same. Her shirt had rolled back over herself entirely, any major bruises were now unseen. Her thighs, upper arms, and chest had also gained some softness. She didn’t want to admit it, but she looked good. Really good. Her once flat chestedness was replaced by two soft heaps of flesh, clutching onto her shirt. She didn’t typically wear a bra while working due to their smallness, but now she’d have to start. Her nipples poked through her shirt too. She gave herself a pose in the mirror. She was so scrawny before. Now she had something to flaunt. Her larger rear spilled out of her short shorts. The new layer of bulk did wonders for her. She had a much greater presence now. She looked at the bottom of her shirt. The smallest bit of midriff showed between it and her shorts. Now that she noticed, she actually felt a tiny bit taller. She was 5’ 6’’ last she checked. She’d half to check again next she could. Mentally, she had completely disconnected her new body from its cause, that pig. She had something to feel good about, and her subconscious blocked out the connection. For a moment she forgot about her predicament. She strutted to her door and opened it a crack, just enough to grab the bowl of soup sitting outside. She got it and closed the door. She was hungry. She had not eaten since her “lunch” and it was already about dinner time. She grabbed the spoon in the bowl and sipped it bit by bit. After about three spoonfuls, she got impatient. She started drinking from it as if it were a cup. She finished in seconds. She was just as hungry as she was before. She would go down to get more to eat, but her mother was down there. She wanted to give her some space for now. After a bit longer of gawking at her new body, she hopped in bed and called it an early night.


The next morning, her alarm rang at 6:30 AM. It was a school day, and Daisy had to get ready. She sprang out of her bed and stretched her arms up. She felt well rested and ready for the day. *GRRRRRR* Her stomach made a noise as if it just noticed she was awake. She was starving. It felt like her stomach was about to implode. Daisy left her room and walked down the stairs. She was greeted by her burly, bearded father at the stove making a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.


“ ‘Morning, sweetheart. Why don’t cha sit down? I got some eggs fresh from the coupe.” He said with warmth. Only then did he look up from the pan.


“You look … well.” He said inquisitively.


“Ah, I’m feelin’ much better! Thanks to your soup, I’m sure!” She said with a smile.


Daisy was a bubbly girl. At least most of the time when she wasn’t with her mother. She sat at the table, met with the gaze of her said mother and brother. Mark awkwardly avoided eye contact. Her mother looked her up and down, until her eyes stopped at her chest. She rolled her eyes and got back to eating her eggs. “Here ya are!” Her father plopped an ample sized plate with her breakfast. He sat down too and joined the family. Her father carried most of the conversation. He normally helped out with tending to the animals, but yesterday some of his old high school buddies were in town and he went to go see them. He spoke of the fun they had. Daisy listened attentively, mindlessly eating away, until her fork prodded at the plate. She was out of food. “Already done? Lemme get cha some more.” Her dad got up from his seat and filled her plate up again at the stove. He sat back down and continued. At least until she finished eating again before anybody was nearly done. “Good thing yur eating so much. You burn a lotta calories when yur sick.” Her dad filled her plate again … and again. This kept happening until her mother spoke up suddenly for the first time that morning.


“Daisy, you really ought to get cleaned up before the bus gets here soon. You got grease all about your face.” Her mother said with a fake smile.


“Spose yur mother’s right, sweetie. Bus comin’ soon.” He said.


Daisy stood up. She noticed her stomach protruded out a bit. She was very clearly bloated. Her father didn’t notice, as he got right back to telling his stories. Her mother, on the other hand, did. She gave a glare to Daisy. Daisy walked speededly to the bathroom. By the time she got there, her stomach was already much flatter. She must've not been as bloated as she thought. *GUURGLE* Her stomach complained now that it had nothing left to digest. She was already hungry again. She quickly showered and dried off. She took extra time to clean her newfound bust. She got dressed in her typical jean shorts and white shirt. Her thighs pudged out from her tighter bottoms. They were squeezing her to the point of discomfort. Her shirt looked fine except at the chest. They were clearly not for a woman her size anymore. Her breasts stretched the fabric to the point it was almost see through. She threw a flannel over it and thought it looked good enough. She yelled goodbye to the table and grabbed her lunchbox as she rushed out the door. The bus was right there outside the fence waiting for her.


She arrived at school at about 7:55. It was a tiny building. The whole school was just for the small rural community surrounding it. She walked into the only senior class. The teacher wasn’t there yet. The students were chatting and standing around.


“Daisy! Over here!” A female voice came from within the crowd. A girl walked out of it.


“ ‘Morning, Ash.” Daisy said.


“Dang, Daisy! You look good today. You do something different?” Ash asked.


“Oh, no, nothin’ special. Just, ah, walking with a bit more confidence!” Daisy lied.


“Coulda had me fooled.”


Just then, their teacher entered the room. “Now, now. Everybody take their seats!” She was out of breath. She must have ran there. She walked to her desk and plopped down. Her name was Mrs. Watson. It was a tiny school that didn’t have the student population to warrant the hiring of many teachers. That’s why she taught every subject. She had just come back from maternity leave. She gave birth to a set of healthy twins a few months ago and had just returned to the classroom very recently. She was a medium height woman, just under 6 feet. She had big ginger, feathered hair and a pair of butterfly glasses. She had pale white skin too. She wore a tight blue blouse untucked with a pair of black slacks. The woman was relatively thin a year or so ago, but she packed on more than a few pounds when she was pregnant. She has only gotten bigger since the birth. Her pants were skin tight and rubbed against each other while she walked. It was clear her belly wouldn’t fit into them. Underbelly hung out from below the blouse. The part of her belly the blouse did cover was tight and dug into the couple folds on her gut. From a distance she looked 9 months pregnant again, but the misshapen flabbiness to her middle would be a dead give away that that wasn’t the case. Her breasts had swelled up a lot since the pregnancy too. Her breasts were perky and round, they hadn’t gotten the chance to droop down yet. She had a large book bag with her. From it she grabbed a box of glazed donuts and set it on her desk. She horked one down quickly and stood back up.


“Okay class! Today our History lesson is going to be about–” Mrs. Watson went on to give her usual lesson.


The lesson was pretty boring. Daisy was never the studious type. She simply stared at the clock waiting for lunch time. She was so starving. It took about three hours for the lunch bell to ring.


“Ah, lunchtime folks! Go ahead and get some food from the cafeteria if you didn’t bring any.” Mrs. Watson said.


The school was so small their “cafeteria” was more like a food stand in the hall. They had no designated place to eat, so they ate in the classroom. Ash walked up to Daisy and scooched a desk next to her’s and sat in it. “I am starving!” Ash said. Ash was the only other heavy set person in the class besides the teacher. She wore a gray shirt under overalls. She was big all around, but was bottom heavy mostly. Her gut that hugged her overalls were an afterthought. Her huge ass took up half the area on her back and popped out at least half a foot at its max compared to her upper back. The legs of her overalls had rips all over them. Ash insists she bought them like that, but Daisy gets the inclination they tore. Ash’s lunch box looked more like a suitcase. It opened up to reveal a buffet of mostly different meats. Pork chops, meatloaf, steak, it was all there. No one else joined the two for lunch. Not because Daisy wasn't popular, in fact she was pretty outgoing and friendly with most of the class. Ash was the issue. People didn’t avoid her because she was fat, it was because her mother was a voress. No one had ever met her, she was just seen from time to time picking up Ash from school. Daisy never got a close up look at the woman, but she was tall, very tall. Almost 15 feet if she had to guess, which was big even for a voress. That scared away most people. Daisy felt bad and made friends with her. The only downside to their friendship was that Ash could never have her over. It was risky. Daisy joined Ash and opened up her lunch too. It was just a meger sandwich and an apple her mother packed. That may have sufficed a week ago, but not now. She finished in a couple minutes. After she was done, she gazed with jealousy at Ash’s lunch.


“You want some?” Ash said with her mouth full. “Mom always forgets to give me human sized proportions and God knows I don’t need it!” Ash playfully slapped her belly with a chuckle.


“Well, if you’re offering…” Daisy slid the lunch between the two of them and ate up.


The rest of the day went on without much happening. Daisy was starving immediately after lunch and had to bear with it until she got home. When dinner came along, no matter what she ate, she was still hungry. The next couple weeks went on like this. Daisy was constantly starving. While tending to the animals she had to fight thoughts of indulging herself. Life went on like this until one day after class the dismissal bells rang and everyone shuffled out of class.


“Daisy! Could you wait here for a moment to speak with me?” Mrs. Watson asked.


“Oh, of course ma’am.” Daisy stopped walking out and went to her desk. She sat down on the other side.


Once everyone had left, Mrs. Watson spoke: “You see, Daisy, I’m just a bit concerned is all. Your grades are slipping and they were never very good to start with. You always look distracted in class too.”


“I’m sorry bout that, ma’am. It's just … I haven’t had time to study with all the farm work n’ all.”


“Now, missy, that never stopped you then and it won’t stop you now!” Mrs. Watson raised her voice.


Mrs. Watson spent the next ten or so minutes showing Daisy her test grades and poorly done homework. She ate away at her box of powdered donuts while she did. Mrs. Watson had Daisy’s attention at first, but she was being kept from going home where she would have an after school “snack” to tide herself over. She was beyond hungry. Daisy started wide-eyed with a blank expression at Mrs. Watson’s sugar cover mouth. Daisy’s tummy grumbled loudly. Mrs. Watson looked up from her papers and met Daisy's eyes.


“Umm, do you want one?” Mrs. Watson held a donut.


Daisy’s mind was empty. She just felt hunger, and there, right in front of her face was some food. Daisy snapped out of her haze after she heard a sudden scream from Mrs. Watson. Without realizing it, While eating the donut being offered, she had been eating Mrs. Watson’s whole arm too. Mrs. Watson pulled her arm out of Daisy’s throat and shot up from her seat and backed up. Fear covered her face.


“Y-you just … You’re one of them! Y-you were going to eat me!” Mrs. Watson was stammering while she backed up to the door.


“No, no! I just- I- I lost my composure for a second, I’m not-” Any attempt at reasoning with her was gone when the teacher ran out the door. “Oh no, no, no!” Daisy thought. She didn’t mean any harm, but if she got out and started telling people who knows what would happen. Her parents would find out. Unless the police get to her first. Daisy rushed out the door to try and explain herself to Mrs. Watson. She was running down the hall still. Each stride was slow and weak. The impact her foot had with the floor caused a ripple across her fatty body with each step. “Mrs. Watson! I can explain!” Daisy began running after her. Mrs. Watson turned her head and started screaming and ran away faster. Lucky for Daisy, everyone around had already gone home. Daisy was much faster than the hefty woman. She caught up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder. “Wait!” Daisy said and turned her around. “Let me go!” The teacher could only try and break free. “Damit, just stay still and listen for a second!” Mrs. Watson only began screaming more and struggling. “Help! Somebody help! She's gonna eat me!” “Shut up!” Daisy yelled. Daisy was getting mad. She accidently put too much force and pushed her to the ground, bringing herself down with her. Daisy was now on top of Mrs. Watson’s front, her hands were grabbing her upper arms and pinning them to the ground. She had one knee on the floor and one on her gut to keep her from wiggling too much.


“I’m sorry, Daisy, I’ll up your grades! Please, don’t do this! I have two kids at home, they need m-”


“I said shut up! I’m not going to eat you! I just- I- umm- I just - you just looked so-” Daisy began to lose her focus. Her eyes wandered to Miss. Daisy’s powdered sugar cover lips.


Daisy’s mouth began to drool onto Mrs. Watson’s face. Without thinking, Daisy closed her eyes and put her lips over her teachers and began to gently suck on her sweet lips. “MMMM MMMMMM” Mrs. Watson could only make muffled sounds now. Daisy’s lips encroached further and further around the teacher's face until it was entirely in her mouth. Her skin tasted just like sweet syrup. Daisy removed her knee from her woman’s gut and forcefully sat her up, giving her a more comfortable eating position. Next, Daisy took both of the woman’s arms that she still had a grip on and shoved the pair of hands past her lips too. With one swallow, her hands and head entered her gullet. With a couple more swallows, she started on the woman's soft fleshy chest and belly. Her middle was the accumulation of most of her fat. The soft sweetness of it tasted just like a pastry. Her ass and legs were all that was left. She had been kicking and flailing her legs all about, but Daisy didn’t notice. She was absorbed by the immense satisfaction of the meal. She grabbed each thigh to hold them stationary for easier swallowing. Her fingers couldn’t hold them in their entirety; her fingers sunk into the excess fat hanging on the underside of her legs. She got a grip that way. With less squirming, swallowing the legs was simple. She pushed them through without gulping. The woman’s feet entered her maw not to be seen again. Her stomach felt like something other than a pit for the first time in a while. The candy taste stuck in her mouth as she smacked her lips, satisfied.


The crescendoing sound of jingling keys broke her out of her bliss. She came out of her stupor on her knees with most of her weight on her bulging gut on the floor. Arms and legs jutted from within her gut. She could feel it, but it didn’t hurt at all like last time. The struggle felt titillating. But she had no time to feel good, guilty, or even address what just happened. The sound of keys must have been somebody coming. She was in a hallway full of doors, she had to hide in one. She attempted to get on her feet from her knees and gut. She was able to, one by one, plant her feet on the ground, but with bent knees. Try as she may, she couldn’t pull her gut from the ground, it was too heavy. Awkwardly, she put one hand on a nearby wall to stabilize herself as she dragged her belly across the floor, “walking” with her feet far apart to make room for the gut. She was able to open a classroom door that was only a few feet away from her original position after exerting much effort. Once through, she closed it and dropped to her ass. From the other side she heard a man’s voice. “Hello? I heard screaming!” It must have been the janitor. The defiant meat in her stomach began to kick up again and make muffled screams. Daisy quickly wrapped her legs and arms around her belly and squeezed as hard as she could to restrict her and shut her up. After a suspenseful couple minutes, she heard the man continue to look for whoever screamed elsewhere. Daisy released her arms and legs. She wasn’t paying attention to what was being screamed until now.


“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, I don’t wanna die! I’ll fix your grades! I’ll do anything!” Mrs. Watson was pleading and sobbing frantically. Her voice was muted, but Daisy could make it out.


“No, no, I was never going to-” Daisy avoided saying the word “kill”. “I’m sorry, I just- I’m going to get you out of there.” Daisy was insistent that this was just a momentary lapse of judgment.


Daisy spent the next while trying to get herself to throw up by gagging and trying to dry-heave. Nothing happened. Subconsciously, Daisy wasn’t trying as hard as she could have. It took a few more minutes for Daisy to notice over the sound of her own retching that Mrs. Watson stopped making noise. “Mrs. Watson?” Daisy said with concern. Daisy prodded herself. Nothing but jiggles. Mrs. Watson’s form had become gelatinous. “Mrs. Watson! Say something!” Daisy began to shake her own gut. It had become smooth; each shaked caused ripples all across it. “Oh God, oh God.” Daisy had no idea what to do. Her teacher, who was just a bit ago lecuring the class, was now just a gory soup in her gut. Daisy began to scooch backwards from her gut as if she could get away from it while making short, choppy breaths. She continued until her back hit the wall. She started hyperventilating. Daisy didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn't stay there. She racked her brain of what to do. She needed help. She pulled out her cheap flip phone from her pocket. Her father was hesitant to buy her any sort of phone, but after years of pestering him, he caved. She flipped it open and instictlivy went to dial for her father. She almost did before she thought of how he would react. She looked through her contacts for anybody who could help her. She did until she saw the name “Ash”. Ash could help her. She had her own truck, so she could get there quickly. Plus she’s the only person she knew who could sympathize with her. Her own mother was a voress after all. She called the number.


“Hey Daisy, wanna go get some dinner again or sumthing-” Ash spoke.


“I ate somebody.” Daisy said bluntly and in a panic.


“What?”


“I-I don’t know what happened, I jus- just was … Mrs. Watson was talking and, and, and-” Daisy was shaking.


“You’re not making sense.”


“I think I’m like … your mother …” Daisy said with much hesitation. A long pause occurred amongst the two.


“Where are you?” Ash said.


“I’m still at school, I’m just in some room.”


“I’m on my way.” Ash said before hanging up.


Daisy put the phone down and tried to get her breathing under control. She just focused on breathing. “Everythings going to be fine, eveythings going to be fine.” Daisy kept whispering to comfort herself. Soon enough she heard the opening of the door to the left of this one. It closed and then she heard steps to the door of the room she was in. It must have been the janitor. Daisy shut her eyes and braised herself to be caught.


‘C’mon now, let's get you up.” Daisy opened her eyes to see Ash walking towards her.


Ash showed no shock in seeing Daisy like this. She simply put Daisy’s arm over her shoulder and helped her up. “The janitor isn’t around; we’ll be fine if we b-line it to the door.” Ash helped Daisy start walking. Daisy said nothing. She tried to disassociate herself from reality. Daisy’s gut sloshed in front of her knees with every step. Slowly, but surely the two walked out of the school unseen and to the truck. Daisy crammed herself into the passenger side seat. Her loose gut pressed against the dash and formed itself around it. Ash sat on the driver side and turned the car key. Ash’s own gut touched the steering wheel. Ash got the sense that Daisy didn’t want to talk just yet; after saying: “I’ll take you to my place for a while,” she drove off without talking. After about ten minutes of driving, Daisy started to whimper.


“What’s wrong, Daisy?” Ash said softly.


Daisy continued to cry weakly. “I-I fucking killed her, Ash. Daisy was wiping her own tears with her wrists.


“Now, now, that’s not- you just did what you had to! You’re a voress after all!” Ash attempted to comfort her.


“Don’t call me that! I’m not- I don’t wanna be a voress!” She cried out.


“Oh, uhh…” Ash stopped talking, realizing she said the wrong thing. “I’m sorry.”


The two kept driving in silence, other than the quiet whimpering of Daisy, until they pulled into a driveway. Daisy had never been to Ash’s house. It was a massive property placed in the middle of a section of highway. There was nothing anywhere near the house. It sat alone by the road on a plain. It seemed like a typical country house, just scaled up to twice the normal size. Ash pulled into the driveway and left the car. She came to the passenger side and assisted Daisy out, arm around her shoulder. Daisy stepped out. Her gut was mostly the same size, but felt much different moving around now. What once felt like a fairly tight mass being hugged by her stomach walls now felt like a loose many chunks in a soup dangling from her midsection. It was even harder to walk now that instead of a compact Mrs. Watson close to her center of gravity, she was scattered and shifting around making it harder to stabilize. Daisy tried to only focus on walking step by step. She let no other thought enter her mind.


Before she knew it, Ash led Daisy inside the house. The living room didn’t look too different from her own, other than the fact it was much larger. It was to be assumed given a voress lived here. “C’mon now. Let’s sit you down.” Ash spoke as she rested Daisy on a king sized bed of a couch. There was far more than enough space on the couch for Daisy to sit up without any part of her dangling off the edge. Ash sat down a couple feet away from her on the couch. Nobody spoke. Daisy just stared blankly at nothing avoiding looking at her belly or Ash. Ash looked at the ground trying to think of what to say. She glanced at Daisy’s pained expression. Daisy no longer felt any physical pain; her expression came from her slowly confronting the reality of what she did. Ash misinterpreted this as discomfort coming from an obvious source. “Uhh… Y’know sometimes when my ma… Here let me just…” Ash, still on the couch, got on her knees and faced Daisy’s gut. She put both her hands on it and pushed with her weight.


“Ash! Stop! What the hell-” A deep belch came from her.


“Yup! There we go! Bet cha feel better already!” Ash grinned, continued pushing into her gut and massaging. Her gut had a lot of give.


“Oh my Go- *BUURP* S-stop touchin- *BUU-UURP*” Daisy couldn't finish a sentence with all the hot gas coming out of her mouth.


“Stop bein’ difficult, I’m tryin’ to help ya.” Ash kept working on her gut. It was becoming noticeably smaller.


“S-sto- STOP TOUCHING ME!” Daisy screamed, kicking Ash away. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”


Ash recoiled slightly and stood up, backing away with a wide-eyed, shocked look. Seeing Ash’s reaction, guilt came over Daisy almost immediately.


“I-I’m sorry.. I just..” Daisy sounded on the verge of tears again.


“Hey, hey, it’s fine. We’re gonna get this all figured out. Once my ma getes here.”


Right on schedule, the jingling of keys and the front door knob turning was heard all around the house. In that instance the massive behemoth of a woman Daisy only saw sparingly from afar stood right in front of her. Daisy knew the woman was huge, but the scale of size only set in once they were in the same room together. She was almost three times her height, she had to duck down through the doorway to enter. Ash’s mother must have been at least in her late 40s, but she didn't have a single blemish on her skin; she could have passed for much younger, perhaps due to her diet. She sported a black grown-out pixie cut partially covering her sharp, well-groomed eyebrows. She did not have a double chin, but she did have some softness under her’s that may not have been noticeable if Daisy could look at her from any angle except upwards. She wore a plain white button up tucked into a pencil skirt. She wouldn’t be considered fat, but not slim either. Her upper arms and bust were clearly not comfortable in her shirt; they clung tightly to the fabric. If she was normal sized, she’d probably be at a sizable D cup. Despite her chest being too large for her outfit, she buttoned the shirt all the way up as if she intended to wear a tie. She also had a small gut. Her skirt’s band sat above the top of her belly and the rest formed seamlessly around her body. Bizarrely, her wide hips and chunky midsection juxtaposed with her only not-quite-fat thighs and her slim legs. In fact, her calves looked quite fit.


The woman set a pair of aviator sunglasses she had in her hands on the small table next to the door and stared coldly at Daisy. She gave off a intimidated presence without saying anything. The two girls instinctively shot up from the couch and stood.


“Oh, umm. You’re home early… How was work, ma?” Ash said shyly without eye contact.


“Who is this?” Ash’s mother said without the slightest hint of a southern drawl. Maybe Ash picked her’s up from school? She seemed to be unhappy that an unknown person was in her house.


“This’ my friend from school. Say hi, Daisy.” Ash gave Daisy a small side kick to her leg to perk her up.


“Hi, there, uhhh … ma’am?” Daisy said. Her earlier dread was washed away by the anxiety brought by this woman.


“Miss. Green.” The woman corrected her. “Ashley, why did you bring her here? Ah, is she for-”


“Oh, no, no, no, she’s just umm… ya know look at her!” Ash gestured towards Daisy’s now, much smaller, compact gut.


“Oh.” Miss. Green said, disappointedly. “That would make more sense. Okay, then.” Miss. Green talked over and sat on a chair facing the couch and sat down, gesturing to the other two to sit as well. “Tell me what happened.”


Daisy spent the next few minutes recounting the events of her day. When it came to the actual eventful part of her day, she became dart eyed and mumbly. She wasn’t in the emotional state she was in a bit ago, but she still was far from comfortable with herself. Once Miss. Green had heard enough, she cut off Daisy.


“Okay, I get the picture.” She still spoke without much warmth in her voice, but it wasn’t as hostile as it was before. “You’re very lucky you came out now, one of my workers was let go a couple days ago and I need the spot filled. I’ll take you to work tomorrow and let you sleep here for a couple of weeks until you get some paychecks and can start renting somewhere.”


Daisy was taken aback from this influx of information. “What? I don’t… I still got school and my family… I thought I’d just stay here the night ‘till I was a bit more uhh, presentable and I’d be outta your hair in the morning’”


Miss. Green rolled her eyes, annoyed she had to further explain. “How do you think that’s going to work? You’ll just go home tomorrow taller and wider and tell your parents you just had a last minute sleepover at a friend's house coincidentally that same day your teacher disappeared. You were that last person people saw here with. The police probably won't be able to make anything stick, but everyone would know. And then when two or three more of your classmates go missing they’ll have enough of a case to throw the book at you. Trust me, you do not want to go to voress prison.” Miss. Green’s eyes widened slightly and looked especially empty when she mentioned “voress prison”.


“What? No! I’d never… This was just a one time thing! I let my stomach get the better of me, but it won’t happen again!” Daisy shouted with conviction.


Miss. Green had already started to get up and walk towards that staircase, not listening. “Work is at 8:00 AM sharp. Be ready by 7. Daisy, you can sleep in Ashley's room or David’s old room. I don’t care.” With that, she was up the stairs and out of sight.


Ash sat back on the couch and patted on it for Daisy to sit down next to her. Ash put her arms around her and spent the next while trying to reason with Daisy that it was the best course of action. Daisy still refused to listen. Until…


“Look, Daisy. My ma’s a voress. If she gets up tomorrow and you’re still actin’ up. Well, ya’know. She might..”


“Are you saying she’ll eat me!?!”


“Umm, I’m not saying that. It’s just… not off the table.”


“Oh my God…” Daisy began to tear up again and Ash did her best to comfort her. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay…” Ash whispered to Daisy, giving her a side hug. Her warm, soft embrace did quiet her down a bit. Once Daisy began to calm down a bit, Ash spoke.


“You gotta big day tomorrow. How about we hit the hay early? You wanna sleep in my room?”


Daisy remembered Miss. Green’s options: Ash’s room or David’s. “Who is David?”


“Oh, uhh.” Ash clearly wasn’t ready for that question. “He was my pa.”


“Was? What happened to him?”


“...Let’s just sleep in my room.”


Ash stood up and Daisy got up and followed. The two went up the stairs. Daisy took that moment to inspect her gut. It was a little too big to seem as if she was pregnant, but it was manageable enough for her to walk without much strain. She poked it out of curiosity. It was firm with only a little give. It felt like a warm meatball. She didn’t want to look at it anymore so she looked in front of her. Ash’s fat ass was in full display as they walked up the stairs. The jeans of her overalls hugged her butt tightly. Daisy became flustered, not knowing where to look. Once they got to the top, there was a short walkway with two large doors on either side and a much bigger one at the ends. Ash entered the left one. The room was just a queen sized bed, a table with an alarm clock and a closet. Nothing else. Daisy was taken aback by the lack of a vanity or decorations. Ash began to unbutton her overalls and pull them down. She was now just wearing a white undershirt and panties. At least Daisy presumed she had panties on, as the fat from her underbelly and thighs completely encroached her crotch area. Her shirt was ill-fitting, only covering her bust and the beginning of her gut. Her muffin top and midriff exploded out of the shirt. Daisy went red, looking at the ground, rubbing her own arms up and down.


“Aw, calm down, it’s just us girls. Ain’t cha gonna get more comfortable?”


“Oh, umm, I’m okay.”


“Suit ‘urself.” Ash plopped on the bed and made room for Daisy. “Sorry, only one bed. Looks like we’re gonna have to cuddle up.”


Ash laid down in bed beside her. They both laid on their backs. “‘Night” Ash said. Daisy reciprocated. Ash almost immediately fell asleep. She snored quietly. Daisy couldn’t. She could only stare at the ceiling. Her whole life was upside down. She wanted to sleep in her own bed. She wanted to go to school tomorrow. She thought about how scared her father must be that she never came home. That she’ll probably never come home again ever. Daisy remembered how nice and comfortable Ash’s embrace was. She scooched closer to her and turned to her side, facing her. She wrapped her arm over her and clung to Ash. Ash’s body was warm and homey. Daisy was finally able to get some sleep.


Groggily, Daisy awoke to the beeping on an alarm clock. She opened her eyes and the first thing she recognized was the form of the still seeping Ash. Daisy quickly shot up out of bed, not wanting Ash to realize she was cuddling her. She slapped the snooze button on the clock. Once Daisy got her barings, she felt off. Was the bed that low to the ground yesterday? Was everything that low to the ground yesterday? Looking around, she got a glimpse of herself. What was immediately evident was that she could no longer see the lower half of her body. Her breasts were no in the way. This body was not her own. The first thing she could think to do was to find a mirror. She quickly, but silently left the bedroom. In the walkway were two other rooms: Miss. Green’s and what she assumed to be David’s. Not wanting to enter either, she went downstairs to try and find a bathroom. She felt heavier walking down the steps. Her legs were absorbing more impact with each step. She felt this new sensation of movement all about her body with each step. She was jiggling. She was now in the living room again. She noticed another walkway off to the side of the room. There were three more doors. She tried the first one, which just so happened to be the bathroom she was looking for. She ran in, shut the door and flicked the light switch. She discovered there was a mirror right in front of her. What she noticed first was what she already knew; her bosom was bigger. Big as Mrs. Watson’s. They were almost see-through with her shirt and bra being stretched to its limits. Lower, her middle had developed some fat to it. Not enough to be considered a belly, but it poked out much more. Even lower, she only left the pain once she noticed her jean shorts. Fat spilled out from over them and through each leg hole. The button must have snapped open in her sleep and the zipper already partially lowered itself. Her thighs were now meaty and touching one another. She turned to see herself from behind. Her ass swallowed the back of the shorts. Her skin was red in parts due to the tightness. She turned back and gave herself another look around. Stretch marks were all around her upper legs and middle. Remarkably, her face and arms gained no weight; she looked perfectly normal from above the chest. If the house she was in wasn’t oversized, she may have been quicker to notice she was almost a foot taller as well. The first thought that came to her mind was: “Everyone is gonna be able to tell I’m a voress! What would ma do?” She was able to calm herself down a bit, reasoning that she could still just pass as a tall chubby woman. As long as she didn’t get any bigger, she could still pass as normal. She didn’t realize, subconsciously or otherwise, that there wasn’t much “ma” could do, as she didn’t have many prospects of seeing her again. With a deep breath she walked back to Ash’s room.


Ash woke up to the sound of grunting. She felt cold wetness on shoulder. Upon touching, she realized it was drool. Was it hers? Without sitting up, she scanned the room. Her attention was brought to a large woman struggling with shorts next to her bed.


“Daisy?” Ash said with tiredness in her voice.


“Ughh, shit.” Daisy stopped trying to pull her shorts off. “Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I’m just having trouble with this”


Ash blinked a few times to focus her vision. “D-Daisy, you look-” Ash realized that calling her huge may not be the best course of action. “-you look … great!” Ash convincingly said.


“Oh… umm, thank you.” Daisy didn't know how to feel. “Could ya help me out here. They're a bit stuck.”


Ash rolled out of bed and stood up. Her shirt rolled up her body in her sleep, exposing her bulk. She was too sleepy to notice or care. Without saying anything, she got on one knee in front of Daisy and gripped each side of the zipper and pulled in opposing directions, ripping them easily. Daisy said nothing in awe.


“Sorry bout them, but not like they were gonna fit anyhow. You can grab sumthin’ from my closet.”


Ash opened the said closet and pulled out another pair of overalls and gestured for Daisy to grab something as well. “Ah.. thank you.” Daisy gave her options a look over. They were all overalls. Now that she thought about it, she can’t remember a time Ash wore anything else. “I got some underwear and undershirts ‘n stuff in there too.” Ash added. Daisy looked around but didn’t see any. Eventually, she saw several bras, panties, and stained shirts poorly folded on the ground of the closet. Daisy debated just keeping what she had on, but she didn’t want to be rude to Ash or go outside half naked either. She grabbed one of each, and turned to Ash who was already dressed. Daisy blushed and looked down meekly. “Would you mind, ya know..” “Ah, sure, sure.” Ash turned around to give Daisy some privacy. Daisy pulled off her shirt and unclipped her bra. Her breast jutted forward slightly. Daisy didn’t realize how restricting that bra was until it was off. Her nice pink, cotton panties were now all stretched. She replaced them with Ash’s cheap, black high-waisted underwear. They actually fit quite nicely and cover most of her butt. She found the bra was also very fitting and comfortable. However, she found that the shirt was completely stretched out. It very loosely draped over her. Her overalls fit well over her behind and chest, however, they were too short and didn’t quite reach her ankles. They were also way too loose in the middle. Excess fabric dangled. Daisy cleared her throat. “I’m ready.”


Ash spun around and a smile stretched on her face. “Awww! We’re twins now, ha!” Ash playfully punched Daisy’s shoulder. Then, the two heard a familiar voice. “Breakfast!” Miss. Green called for breakfast. Ash led the way downstairs. Miss. Green was in the fridge of the kitchen. Ash and Daisy sat at the table. Miss. Green already looked dressed up and ready. She was wearing the same thing more or less. Her skirt was now cream colored, and her shirt was white with off-white stripes up and down. Daisy couldn’t help but notice nothing was cooking. Miss. Green noticed they were sitting down and grabbed something from the fridge and set it down in front of Ash. It was a huge bowl, the size of a mixing bowl. In fact, it might have been a mixing bowl. It was filled almost to the top with what seemed to be cold oatmeal. “Thanks, ma.” Ash said already with a spoonful of it in her mouth. Miss. Green noticed the off-put look on Daisy’s face.


“What? Did you want some? I’ll get someone to eat when we get to work.” Miss. Green said.


“Someone?” Daisy said, confused.


“Yes. Did you want human food or something?”


“Yes! I told you I don’t wanna eat nobody else! Yesterday was just a mistake! I’ll ne-”


“Alright! Just shut up.” Miss. Green put her hand on her head as if she was getting a headache.


Miss. Green reached into the fridge and grabbed another huge bowl and placed it in front of Daisy. Looking at the soupy cold mess in front of her, Daisy couldn’t help but miss the hot, hearty breakfasts she had at home. Daisy reached for where a spoon would typically be sitting on the table to find nothing. “Umm, Miss. Green, could I please have a-” Miss. Green quickly walked to Daisy and put her hand on her head, forced it back and poured the oatmeal into Daisy's mouth through the spout. Daisy had no time to resist. The cold slime just slipped down her throat with no resistance. It was bland and had the texture of egg yolks, dragging itself in. Miss. Green finished pouring it in and let go of her head. Daisy coughed and weezed for a moment. She wiped the excess oatmeal from her face onto her backhand. “Wh-what.. What the hell was that!” Daisy shouted. “We don’t have all day. Hurry up and let's get to the car.” Miss. Green’s mean glare wiped away any attitude Daisy had. Miss. Green already started to strut towards the door. Daisy got on her feet and followed. She noticed she was clearly very bloated, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, she was still hungry. Miss. Green opened the door and spoke to Ash before leaving. “Ashley, you better finish that.” Ash was sweating and only half way done with her bowl, drinking out of it like a cup. She didn’t bother wiping her mouth before responding. “Sure thing, ma! Love you!” She said, turning her head with wincing eyes and a forced smile. Miss. Green said nothing and held open the door for Daisy and left with her. Daisy could only wonder if breakfast was like this every morning in the Green household. Now alone, Ash mumbled to herself. “C’mon now, you got this.” She rubbed her pained belly and she diligently got back to work.


Daisy followed Miss. Green to a black SUV the size of a monster truck. Miss. Green sat on the driver's side. The car was huge, but she still had to duck her head down. Daisy climbed onto the passenger’s side. Only her feet extended off the seat; It was so big. Miss. Green turned on the morning news on the radio and got to driving. Driving for at least half an hour, Miss. Green pulled over into a run down looking gas station surrounded by nothing. Despite its location, it must have had a lot of business, given there were several cars parked there. Miss. Green parked and got out of the car. Daisy did as well. “Do we need gas already?” Daisy asked. Miss. Green didn’t even acknowledge the question. As she entered the station, Daisy continued to follow. Miss. Green had to hunch over to enter. Daisy looked around. All the shelves were half stocked and the only other inside was an older man reading a book behind the counter who only glanced up at them when they entered. Miss. Green walked past the man and entered a doorway marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Daisy was about to ask what she was doing, but as she followed, she saw a massive downward stairwell with a bright light at the end. Daisy realized she never asked what Miss. Green did it for a living. Daisy continued to follow her down the stairs until they entered a huge, high ceilinged, harshly lit, open area. The area looked like the entrance to an office building. There was seating around the wall, several doors, and a receptionist desk to the side of a large keycard protected metal door. There were two others in the room. The receptionist and someone talking to her. The two of them were clearly voresses as well. The receptionist was a 8 or 9 foot black woman with medium length, frizzy hair on the top and short hair on the sides. She wore a blazer over a white button up, but that's all that was in view due to the desk in the way. She was chubby, but not huge. The woman she was talking to was dressed much more casually. She was slim and about the same height. Daisy could just barely hear their conversation. “I’ll just take a medium, please.” “Okay, we can just put that on your bill. Room three, it’ll just be a few minutes.” The woman nodded and entered one of the doors on the wall. The receptionist noticed Miss. Green walked in and perked up.


“Ah, good morning Miss. Green! The usual for you before you settle down?” Daisy was able to get a closer look at her. Her name tag said “Gracie”.


“Please.” Miss. Green said.


Miss. Green sat down at one of the oversized chairs and waited. Daisy joined her. She wanted to ask what was going on, but she knew that would only irritate her. “I’ll get that for you myself.” Gracie said. She got up and turned around. Daisy was in awe of what was just revealed from over the desk. Gracie had the widest hips she had ever seen in her life. She was wearing thick black leggings that looked like black slacks at first glance. The contrast from her middle and hips were jarring. They extended at least a foot and a half on both sides. Her ass bubbled out as well. Her legs were clearly lardy and her leggings clung to every fat fold on her legs. Daisy had seen women without a thigh gap before, but her legs were touching all the way down. Grace waddled to the door behind her and pulled a card from her breast pocket and swiped it. The door unlatched and she pulled it open and shut it behind her. Daisy didn’t dare make small talk and the two just sat there for a while. After a few minutes, the door unlatched and opened up. A voress came out, but it wasn’t Gracie. She also had her hand on the shoulder of some lady in nothing but a bra and panties, guiding her forward. The two walked to the door on the wall that the earlier woman entered. “Welp her you go. Bye.” The voress escorting the woman opened the door slightly and gave the woman a gentle shove in before shutting it and reentering the metal door. A few minutes later, Gracie came out along with another woman. A tall, for typical human standards, pale ginger woman wearing the same bra and panties as that other woman. She was voluptuous. She had abnormally large breasts and a sizable round behind as well. She would be considered very attractive if it wasn’t for the large belly on her. It was almost perfectly round and she had an outie belly button. Was she pregnant? Miss. Green stood up and approached the two. The ginger spoke up. “W-wow, I didn’t know you would be so b-big. This is a big honor. My number is 717, but people call me-” Before she could finish, Miss. Green grabbed her from both sides and lifted her up. The ginger was a little shaky, but was surprisingly calm given what was happening. “Oh, okay… I thought that we’d talk a lil-” Miss. Green arched her head back and set the ginger in her gaping mouth head first. She made no attempt to swallow. She simply let the woman slide down her throat slowly. Only a slight bulge where the woman's belly was could be seen through her throat. After a while, the bulge passed the end of her neck and Miss. Green’s stomach grew slightly. Miss. Green didn’t make a single groan or anything. Muffled shouting and rapid movement came from her stomach.


“Ugh. Looks like this one’s defective. She was so willing and serviceable until she got to the hard part and entered the acid bath. I’ll be having a word with whoever was in charge of this one.”


“Very sorry, Miss. Green. Won’t happen again.” Gracie said, lowering her head.


Miss. Green began to unbutton her shirt and pulled her arms out, letting it dangle behind her, still tucked under her skirt. Daisy had just been watching in shock with her mouth open, but almost just as shocking to her was that it was just revealed to her that Miss. Green was wearing a corset under her shirt. Miss. Green untied the strings behind her and then pulled them tight. She winced and groaned. She tightened it until the noise from her gut was only the sound of digestion and the only movement her prey was capable of was the slightest twitching of her limbs. She re-tied her girdle and put her shirt back on.


“Gracie, this is Daisy. She will be taking Hannah’s old position. Please show her the ropes for me. I’ll be in my office.”


Miss. Green walked away and entered the furthest door. While the other doors were solid wood like that of a hotel room, the one she entered was more akin to an office door with a window cover with blinds on it. Daisy had just been standing a bit away from the action wide eyed. She was absolutely shocked. Gracie heard her start to murmur to herself. “How could she… just out in the open..” Gracie took initiative and got talking.


“Yeah, I know right? I remember my first day too.” Gracie gave a warm smile and closed the distance between the two. “ Knowing Miss. Green, she probably didn’t tell you much about what we do here did she?” Gracie put a welcoming arm on her shoulder.


“W-what the hell is this?” Daisy backed away slightly scared.


“Now, now, calm down. This is a safe haven for us voresses. Legally, we’re Quick ‘n Good Gas ‘n Stuff, but we call this Farmstead.”


“Farmstead? This is … Oh God…” Daisy was finally putting the pieces together.


“Yep. We raise people to eat here. We’ve been around for a few decades now. Miss. Green wasn’t the first boss here, but she’s been running things for as long as I’ve been here.”


“This .. this is sick.” Daisy started to sweat and started to feel unwell.


“I remember my first couple weeks I was just like you, kid.” Gracie noticed she hadn’t comforted Daisy much with that. “Here, think of it like this: either we ethically and humanely raise our food here, or we hunt in the street. This is just the best way to go about things… Here, let me show you around.” Gracie walked towards the metal door and put her card up to the reader. The door unlatched and she pulled it open. “Come on.” She waved Daisy over.


Daisy hesitantly followed Gracie behind the door. She was greeted by an ominous sight. It was a massive concrete hall with a curved roof and flickering lights along the top. Doors were incrementally along the length of the hall. There was no end that Daisy could see.


“This is where the magic happens! Well, not here here, but behind these doors.” Gracie bent at the hip to lower her eye level and peek through a small window on the nearest door. “Take a look” Daisy had to get on her tiptoes to see past it. Inside she was a huge, white, carpented room; the size of half a football field. The room had no walls, but seemed to be divided into areas, no was and empty section, one was a section comprised of nothing but large, padded chairs fixed to the ground, another an array of long cafeteria tables and a serving hatch in the wall, a small door in the back, and at the very front, there was what seemed to be a classroom. An occupied classroom. Strangely enough, Daisy noticed all the people sitting were adult women, all wearing the same balck bra and panties she saw on the earlier ginger. She also noticed almost all of them were rather dumpy looking. Not all of them were huge, but the smallest of them was still chubby. In front of them all was A voress pacing back and forth lecturing.


Gracie piped up. “So this is one of our Wing A rooms. We keep the most premium meat here. In Wing B, we keep the women meant for breeding. They give birth and we let them raise the kids until there old enough to be put in a different wing. We don’t eat them. Well, not typically, anyone here is on sale for a price. In C we keep the men. We let them sleep with the Wing B women and sell them off cheap.”


Daisy’s confused fear slowly became genuine curiosity. She was less troubled by this than she thought she would be. “B-breed?”


“Yeah, we used to just get them from south of the border, but they really started cracking down on trafficking. Plus, since most of the prey couldn’t speak English, it kinda alienated a lot of our customer base who likes to…” Gracie cleared her throat. “...communicate with them before they eat them.”


Daisy didn’t realize it then, but a normal person would have had a more intense reaction to the heinous things she just heard. Daisy’s body wasn’t the only thing changing. “What’s that there lady doing?” Daisy said, looking at the voress lecturing.


“That’s one of our staff. She’s sort of a teacher. We teach them about voresses and how to be good prey. They don’t really know what it’s like on the outside. This is just how it is to them. Our staff cycles around the rooms and oversees the prey with their different activities. Here, come on.” Gracie continued to the next door and peered through the door again. Daisy looked too.

“This group is doing physical education. You’d think it’d be counter intuitive to have them exercise when the bigger they are the more valuable, but we just have them do enough to be able to walk around.”


The room and its layout were exactly the same. Daisy saw the group of twenty or so women in the empty section and in rows doing very basic exercises. Instructing them was another voress. A pretty, chunky brunette one with her hair in a high ponytail and a sweatband with a yellow flower under it. She also had a green tank top and balck gym shorts. Despite instructing a gym class, she only sat and told them what to do. Even though she wasn’t doing anything, she somehow was sweating. Her tank top was wet and her plump breasts could almost be seen entirely. They were being squeezed by a sports bra that didn’t remotely fit. Her breast fat overflowed from the top. Her single fold gut peered from under the shirt. The tank top clung to the folds developing from her back fat that slowly dissipated into her smoother gut. Her legs were crossed, but her feet were unseen, as they were covered up by leg fat. Despite all of that, Daisy couldn’t help but think she was easy on the eyes. Another that caught her eye immediately was one of the people exercising. She must have been one of the biggest in the group. Everyone was doing high knees in place, but she was bright red and barely moving. She had long, golden blonde hair with bangs. Her face was plush, big, puffy lips, fat cheeks and a double chin. What was most eye-catching was her body and how it moved. She was big all around. Her upper arms were the girth of a normal person's upper legs. Her bra could only really cover up her nipples. The bra and the straps on them cut into her fatty bust that sagged over a foot under her chins. Her belly covered her crotch and her belly button was hidden by the massive fold down the middle of it. Her ass and legs were just as big. Her high knees were slow and low. Every rep she did, she pushed her gut up along with her thighs. Every movement, her whole body responded. Ripped went across her body with every step. The woman looked on the verge of passing out.


“Ah, go your eye on 611? I’ve been saving up to buy her myself. I think they call her Rebecca.” Gracie noticed Daisy’s stare.


Daisy's stomach loudly gurgled. She clutched it and dropped to a knee. After looking at that woman she felt starving. All of the sudden, there was a hole in her gut.


“Poor thing, when was the last time you ate anything?” Gracie dropped to a knee as well and put her hand on her shoulder. Gracie’s massive weight caused a noticeable sound of impact when she dropped down. Her leggings were pulled down, exposing the top of her huge lumps of ass.


“I had oatmeal this morning.” Daisy winced in pain.


“I mean the last time you ate something real?”


“...yesterday evening…”


“Oof, you must be starving! Here, I’m normally not supposed to do this, but just this once, I’ll let you have someone and we can just take it out of your next check. Just don’t make a habit of it unless you want to end up like Hannah. She was a smaller girl just like you…”


“NO! …No, I won’t do it again…I can’t become a…Ugh!” Daisy’s stomach got louder. It felt like it was eating her own insides.


“Okay, okay, here, let me just…” Gracie scooped Daisy up like a baby and started to walk farther down the hall. She would typically oppose being picked up, but she was in too much pain to do anything. Daisy was much closer to Gracie’s face now. She noticed Gracie had some pretty plump lips too. At the very end of the hall, there were two final rooms to the left and right. Gracie entered the left one. It was cold. Inside were massive racks of jugs and bins. Farther in were vats and barrels. Gracie set Daisy on her back and grabbed one of the jugs. “This is one of the perks of working here, we can drink all we want. It’s complementary!” Gracie brought the jug to Daisy’s lips. It was milk. But it tasted like nothing Daisy had ever put her lips to. It was the most rich and creamy stuff she’d ever had. Gracie was slowly letting her drink. Daisy grabbed the just with both hands and sat up, drinking faster. Grace got up and backed away slightly. The plastic jug crinkled up as it emptied. She had never consumed anything so satisfying before. At least anything non-sentient. Daisy shot up with newly found energy and darted to the shelf with little regard for manners. She was singly focused on getting more. Daisy downed a couple more jugs until her middle swelled out. She gripped her satisfied gut. It was far from loose, but had some slack to it. She wasn’t starving anymore, but she still wanted more. It was food and it was just in front of her. She had no reason to withhold herself. She went for one of the small bins. After ripping the top off, she saw white cream inside. She dragged her finger across and put the dollop in her mouth. It was butter. It tasted similar to the milk, but much more fatty and fulfilling. The taste reminded her of Mrs. Watson.




After five minutes of rampaging, the shelves were empty. Her gut was almost as big as it was with Mrs. Watson in it. The buttons of her overalls snapped to accommodate with the new mass in her middle and her undershirt ripped open. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. I have no idea wh-'' Daisy, with her mind straight again, felt embarrassed doing all that in front of Gracie. Before she could finish apologizing, a belch shot out of her. *BUUUURP* Daisy’s face went red as she quickly covered her mouth.


“Haha! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! I know I would get a little out of sorts if I didn’t eat today!” Gracie gave a friendly laugh.


Gracie went up to Daisy and grabbed her gut with both hands, giving it a mild shake. “I’ve never seen anybody drink that much before” The swishing of milk and chunks of butter in her stomach almost made her barf, but she held it in.


“Could you *gag* let go?” Daisy asked, trying to keep it down.


“Ah, sorry.” Gacie let go.


“I ain’t ever had anything that… fulfilling before. What’d y’all put in this stuff anyhow?”


“In it? Nothing, pure breast milk.”


“...What?” Daisy put on a stern face over the prospect of her drinking gallons of human breast milk.


“Yeah, it’s something else we sell here. We get it from the Wing A and B ladies. It helps tide over voresses when they can’t eat for a while. It's no substitute, but it’ll ease cravings. Actually it’s kind of coincidental since it’s gonna be your job to help milk them.”


“...Ugh.”


Meanwhile the happenings in the second room Daisy saw were getting interesting.


“Please! I can’t do it!” Rebecca was making an embarrassment of herself in front of everyone. “Mary, *huff* don’t make me do anymore…”


For the final exercise, everyone had to run one half lap around the room. Really, it was more of a speed walk. Everyone was mulling around for the last person to finish, however, product number 611, “Rebecca” was face planted a quarter of the way across, too exhausted from the work out to move any farther.


“Come on, Rebecca! You’re almost there!” The voress still sat in the same spot, unmoving, cheering her on.


“Oof.. I’m done..” Rebacca was a wet, greasy mess on the ground.


“*Tsk* What are we going to do with you?” Mary began to lumerusly get up. She may have been many times stronger than your average woman, but she was a dozen times heavier. Standing up was a process. She uncrossed her legs and stretched down to put her hand on the ground. Her sweaty gut pressed against the floor. From there, she reorientated herself onto all fours. Mary took a deep breath and quickly jerked one leg from on it’s knee to foot. Her whole lower body reacted with a series of jiggles. At this point, her outfit was wildly disarrayed. One ass cheek had completely eaten a side of her shorts and her top was all the way up her gut. Once stable, she jerked her other leg into position. Now, she was on her feet, with her hand touching the ground like yoga. Her belly and tits dangled and swung about. Mary continued to breath heavily. In one motion, she pushed up with her arms and with all the strength in her lower back, unbent her back into a standard standing position. The group of women just milling around had been focusing on the show. A few of them began to clap and cheer quietly. Mary took it in stride and between huffs and puffs accepted the rallying. “Thank you! *Huff* Thank You!” Where she once was, there was a big sweat stain outlining her ass and lower gut. Mary walked to Rebecca and attempted to get a grip on her. She was slimy and smooth. It took a few tries, but Mary was able to lovingly cradle her in both arms and walked to the big array of padded chairs. Mary set her down in one.


“You can be such a pain sometimes; how many more times am I going to have to carry you around?. How are you ever going to be decent prey when you can barely walk?” Mary scolded her without losing her warm tone.


“Pfft, why would I ever need to walk to be eaten?” Rebecca said coyly.


“Listen, I know a lot more about this than you. You’ve never even seen somebody get eaten before.” Mary refuted.


A voice came from the small crown of women, mostly still sitting around the exercise area. “Yeah? Whose fault is that?” Another voice piped up. “Yeah! We’ve never even seen it happen!”


Mary turned to the crowd that now riled up. “Now, now everyone, settle down.” She nervously put both hands out and made a “settle down” gesture. “I would love to give you all a demisration, but my boss would be really mad if she noticed the missing inventory.”


“Just buy one of us!” “Do it anyway!” “Ooo, pick me!” The crowd of chubby women with a death sentence began to approach in a crowd around Mary. Mary thought their indoctrination techniques might have been a little too effective. After a few minutes of pondering, the voices and her own hunger was getting the better of her.


“Okay…Maybe no one will notice one of you missing…” Mary put a hand on her cheek and looked away from the crowd. Everyone bursted into a frenze. They were all yelling for Mary to pick them. Until one voice caught Mary’s ear. “Eat Tiny.”


Mary looked in the corner of the room to the cafeteria tables. There sat alone, Tiny. Around here, bigger was better. The bigger the prey, the more voresses are willing to pay. However, there were exceptions to that rule. One being Tiny. Tiny actually was quite tiny when she first became part of the Wing A, Room 2 group. Her peers named her that to tease her for her size. She was a short, petite little asian girl. Not prime meat for voresses. But, the staff of The Farmstead thought she might be a good opportunity to try out a little experiment. During their eating time, they were fed all sorts of food. Mostly cheap garbage food, like white rice, bowls of peanut butter, and whatever else they could buy in bulk. But they also added in a few select hormones and drugs. They did a few things: causes lactation in non-pregnant women, increases said milk yields, increases fat reserves, eases digestion, and most importantly increases appetite. The staff saw Tiny as an opportunity to see what would happen if they increased these hormones and drugs tenfold. Within a month, they got what they wanted. The once little girl was a bonafide fatass. Every meal, she ate until the staff forced her to stop so there’d be enough for the others. By the time her stomach was full, she’d have digested most of it. Most of the weight went to her big pot belly and huge tits. They became so big, they no longer had a bra that would fit her, so she just went around bare breasted all day. The staff was satisfied with their experiment, so they put her food’s hormones back to the normal level. However, the damage was done. Maybe her stomach stretched out to the point where she could never be full again. She just came growing and growing until she was the size she was today. She had no defining parts anymore. It was all just a big mass of fat now. Her ass took up half the bench and her gut reached the ground. Her tits fell to either side of her belly. She spent all day either on the cafeteria bench waiting for food, or on the padded chairs getting milked, and when she needed to get to one or the other, staff always needed to help her along. She didn’t talk much. It took too much breath for her now. She did provide much more milk than the other girls, but now she was pretty much unsellable. She was bought two times and returned both times since the voress couldn’t eat her.


The crowd all began to agree. “Yeah, eat tiny!” “I wanna see that!” Mary got to thinking. Tiny was unsellable… Miss. Green wouldn’t miss her even if she somehow noticed one girl missing. She would be the perfect meal. But Mary remembered she once tried to swallow someone almost that size before. It didn’t end well. Mary came to her senses.


“I’m sorry everyone. I’m just not hungry right n-” Mary’s lie was interrupted by a gurgle from her gut. She quickly put both hands over it as if that would make it quiet.


“Bull Shit!” “C’mon, just do it!” “She probably couldn’t even swallow her anyway…” The crowd was getting restless. Mary’s pride was just insulted. “Couldn’t even swallow her?” She couldn’t just leave with that. Just then, Mary got an idea. “Fine. You ladies are very convincing. Just bring her over to that desk over there.” Mary pointed to the desk by the classroom portion of the room. Most of the women began to cheer and run over to Tiny. Without any attempt of consent, they all grabbed her by different parts and pulled off the bench and bagan to drag her. Eventually, they were able to drag her over. Mary grabbed something from behind the desk. It was a corset. A big one. Everyone gave the two some space and Mary approached her. Mary loomed over Tiny. “Are you ready, sweetie?” Tiny’s face went red looking up at her. She had felt so useless for so long. Her only purpose in life was to be eaten, but she was impossible to swallow. Tiny nodded as best she would with all the flab about her face. “Yes…please.” Tiny had a quite soft voice. Mary smiled. “Stand up for me.” Tiny hadn’t stood by herself for who-knows-how-long. But this was her one chance. She was being offered the greatest honor she has been waiting her whole life for. She had to do anything she could to please Mary. Tiny struggled to get anything to gain leverage on, but the only thing in reach was her own fatty body. Every attempt to move her legs were null. They were too heavy to move by any large margin and they were pinned down by her gut. Tiny bagan to get watery eyes. “I’m s-sorry…I c-can’t.” Mary bent a bit to ruffle her hair. “That’s okay. Thank you for trying so hard for me.” Mary said in a whispery voice. Just them, she gripped the hair she was ruffeling and pulled up. “Ah AH AHHH AHHHH” Tiny mustered a few yelps of pain. Once she was off the ground, Mary set Tiny back down on her feet. “Just stay like that the best you can, sweetie.” She continued to speak warmly despite almost ripping her hair out. “Ah.. o-okay…” Tiny was fighting back tears from the pain. She had to put on a brave face for Mary. She was doing a great service for her. Mary then put the corset over Tiny. It was clearly meant for a voress her size. Despite it being so big, it fit snugly around Tiny from all sides. Tiny was just tall enough for her head to peek through the top of it. Before Tiny knew what was happening, Mary pushed the corset and her in it over to its side. Mary put her foot on the corset, grabbed both sides of the string and tugged as hard as she could. “GAAAaaa-” Tiny screeched from the sudden pressure from all sides. The other women just watched in amazement. Once, she was as compacted as she could be, Mary tied the string. Mary bent down to Tiny's face. She was grimincing. “Alright, I’m going to swallow you now. Ready?” Tiny wanted to say that after all the hurt she just went through she was having second thoughts. She wanted to say she wanted to go to the infirmary because she thinks she broke a couple ribs. But she was unable to say anything. She couldn’t inflate her lungs to breathe. “She’s ready everyone!” Mary said to the crowd. All began to watch even more attentively. Mary, with a little trouble, was able to lift the human burrito over her head and gaped her mouth open. Tiny’s head was up and her view was obscured by the corset and her own body. She felt warm slime on her feet. She tried to wiggle and grunt. Anyway to communicate to Mary she wanted to stop. Mary continued. Tiny saw herself being lowered and lowered. Until she saw the ceiling being framed by Mary’s lips. The atmosphere was different, warm and muggy. From the outside, a massive tube shaped bulge traced down Mary’s throat. *Gulp Gulp* Mary was able to close her mouth over Tiny. She straightened her head to face forward. One eye was winced closed and the other was tearing up. The bulge picked up speed. It was going down faster and faster. The shape must have made it easier to swallow. Mary felt Tiny shoot out of the bottom of her esophagus and splash into the acid bath. “Ugh” Mary relaxed her legs and fell to her ass. The impact shook the room. That was the biggest single person Mary had ever eaten. “Well come on. You all wanted to get a good look? Well here you go.” The crowd all approached her gut, poked and prodded it. A brave couple even climbed on top. Her fatty gut didn’t allow for any outline to be shown, but it could be felt. “Oooo I think I feel her!” One woman hugged the end of her gut. Mary was drooling. It was bliss eating such a big meal and then getting a massage afterwards. Just then, she gut jerked itself to twice its size. The woman on the other end was launched away. Mary grunted, as it felt like a sucker punch from the inside. Mary realized the corset string must have burned away. She felt more movement inside her now. “So cool!” “You’re so big now!” “I feel vibrations! Is she talking? What’s she saying?” Tiny’s voice was muffled by a thick layer of fat. But Mary could hear everything. She could hear Tiny’s soft, meek voice easily. “Ah, ah, Mary… please…too hot…burn…” Tiny couldn’t muster a scream due to the lack of good air and her own poor lung capacity.


“She said it's very warm and comfy in here!” Mary lied.


“Aww, I wanna be eaten!” “Me too, do me next!” Went the voices from the women.


“Now, now, you’ll all get your chance. More importantly, my shift is just about over and I’ve got some digesting to do.” Mary wanted to get out of there before another member of staff saw her. Just then the door opened.


“Mary… I hope this isn’t what it looks like.” Gracie said in the doorway sternly.


“Oh, uhh, no, no, no! I was just giving a demonstration and uhh… I was just about to pay for her of course!” Mary panic for an answer.


“What size was she?”


“...XXL.”


“You sure you can afford that?” Grace said with an eyebrow up.


“Of course!” Mary struggled up and shewed away the women. She couldn’t stand completely straight due to the new weight. “I’ll have you *huff* know my finances are doing just fine! I’m insulted by you even insinuating otherwise!”


“Uh uh.” Gracie said dryly.


“Well, I’ll be on my way to pay now.” Mary quickly shuffled past Gracie and Daisy without acknowledging the new girl. Mary’s swinging wrecking ball of a gut smacks Daisy in the side, almost knocking her off balance. While Mary walked down the hall, Daisy heard her mumble to herself. “Fucking bitch had to show up now…”


Gracie had explained everything to Daisy on the way there. What her job was, the specifics of what she needed to do, and everything else. Confident that Daisy knew what to do, Gracie wished her luck and went on her way. In the ten or so minutes since Daisy gorged herself on dairy goods, her belly was almost completely gone. She was shocked at her monster of a stomach. She supposed if it can dissolve a person within an hour, milk and butter would be no problem. Though she didn’t notice yet, she was about an inch taller and wider around the middle. The crowd of women were still in disarray since witnessing Mary. Daisy struted over to the padded chairs and cupped her hands around her mouth.


“FOLKS, LISTEN HERE!” The room went quiet and all turned to look. Daisy cleared her throat. “My name is Daisy! I will be a new staff member ‘round here now. I’ve been put in charge of… *ahem* milking you all today. If y’all’d please come and take a seat, it’d be much appreciated.”


Soon enough, all of them shuffled over and picked seats in a line of chairs. Their fat bodies filling them up nicely. Daisy pulled out a small remote control Gracie handed off earlier. She clicked a button on it and above each seat, a small panel from the ceiling opened up and small tubes with suction cup shaped ends fell from each, two per chair. Daisy walked to the first woman; a short, bottom heavy blond with medium breasts. She stared awkwardly at her knowing what she was meant to do. The woman gave her an innocent, but eager smile. “Umm, hello. My name is Daisy… as I said before … what should I call you?” Gracie said it will serve her to get friendly with the prey.


“Hello! I’m 856!”


“Do ya have … like a nickname or something?”


“Nope!” The woman continued to smile. She was now restlessly pumping her leg up and down in excitement.


“Ah.. okay then…. Well lemme just..” Daisy was beat red.


Daisy leaned into the woman, getting uncomfortably close. Her now much bigger jugs pressed into the other woman's chest. Daisy reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled it off and draped it over the chair’s armrest. The woman was now pumping boths legs up and down and biting her bottom lip, staring at Daisy. Daisy reached over her and grabbed one of the tubes. She pulled it down to her chest and grabbed one of her breasts. Nipple first, she pushed as much flesh into the tube and then pressed it around her nipple making it airtight and then finally tugging on it a bit, pulling some boob fat out without entering new air to make a vacuum. It stuck on. The woman was squirming in her seat now. Daisy did the same with the other nipple and pressed a different button on the remote. Machine sounds came from the ceiling and spirits of white splashes into the see-through cup. “Awww God.. I was really backed up.” The woman leaned her head back and shut her eyes. “Ahh, okay. Can I do anything to make you more… comfortable?” Daisy asked. The woman responded with nothing but satisfied moans. Daisy looked down the line, seeing over a dozen excited faces looking back at her.


Finally, Daisy reached the final prey. This was the biggest woman there, Rebecca. Daisy got used to her routine by now, undo bra, put on cups, say pleasantries, yadda, yadda. However, this time was different. Daisy was off her game. Instead of saying anything, she just looked at the woman with desire in her eyes. Her mouth drooped open and she drooled slightly. Rebecca was visibly uncomfortable. Her eyes darted around. Daisy’s gut gurgled.


“...Hello. My name’s Rebecca, or 611 if you want to keep it-” Daisy’s stomach gurgled again. “-professional…”


Daisy snapped out of it. “Ah, sorry! My name’s Daisy, like I said and, ummm… I’m sorry, you’re just so.. Let me just.”


Daisy reached around Rebecca to take off her bra. She put her hands on the back of it and before unstrapping it, she just held herself there like that for a moment. Daisy felt Rebecca’s still sweaty flabs on her. Warm and cushiony. “You, uhh.. can’t eat me just yet. Haha…” Rebecca gave an uncomfortable fake laugh. Daisy apologizes again. “Keep it together,” she thought. She undid it and the bra ends were pulled on each side and Rebecca’s chest flung out. Daisy put the bra aside and grabbed the tubes once again. Daisy put her hand underneath one breast. Her hand sunk into it; it was heavy and doughy. Her nipples were large and puffy, like her lips. Daisy had to fight her urges to get a taste. She quickly attached both and turned it on. Immediately, a flow of milk much heavier than any other yet began to flow out. Strangely. Daisy did notice there was one chair unoccupied after Rebeca’s.


“Can I do anything else for ya, Rebecca?” Daisy asked, regaining her composure.


“Actually, I’m a bit hungry. Could you grab something for me to eat?” She sheepishly asked.


“Of course!” Daisy responded.


Daisy went to the cafeteria and hopped into the serving hatch. There was a kitchen there. She didn’t know much about making food, so she opened the fridge hoping there’d be something there. Luckily there was. Well not really, there was a bowl of what seemed to be cake batter; whoever ran it must have planned to celebrate something later. Cake batter isn’t a typical snack, but she figured they didn’t know much better. Daisy grabbed it and ran it back to Rebecca.


“There ya go!” Daisy handed her the bowl.


“Thanks! And one more thing; may I use the restroom quickly?” Rebecca asked


Daisy agreed and undid her milking tubes. Oddly, Rebecca brought the bowl of batter with her while sipping it on the way. She entered the small door in the far back.


Rebecca continued to drink the batter. She had never had any before. She didn’t know what it was, but it was all food to her the same. They were given five square meals a day, so it was surprising she was still hungry enough to snack. The bathroom had one big communal shower at the far end, sinks on the left wall and bathroom stalls and the right. Rebecca walked down to the farthest stall and opened it. There, another woman was standing beside the toilet waiting. A tall woman with long, black hair, sharp hostile eyes and a mole on her cheek. She was thin. Thin for the Farmstead’s standards anyway. She had a major hourglass figure. Breasts the size of Rebecca’s, but without the stomach fat. She also had wide birthing hips with a nicely shaped ass. Rebecca entered and shut the stall door behind her. There wasn’t much space, the two pressed into one another.


“Ew, the fuck are you so slimy for?” The curvy woman snapped at her.


“Sorry, Jenna. I was just exercising and…” Rebecca paused to sip from her bowl. Jenna slapped it out of her hand, splashing it all over her bare chest.


“Dumbass! What, so you’re just fattening up yourself for them? You’re already the biggest one in here! Did you change your mind? Want to die in some fat bitches gut now?” Jenna crossed her arms in disapproval.


“No! I was just really.. After working out… I’m sorry I just…” Rebecca started to cry as she wiped her face with the back of her hands.


“Ugh, you're really crying over that shit they feed you?”


“No! You weren't there! That new voress lady! Sh-she was.. Her stomach… she was gonna eat me! I know it! I was so scared! I thought it was gonna be like Hannah again. She had that same look in her eye before she ate 453 and 981 and 442.. and almost me!” Rebecca flung herself onto Jenna, hugging her forcefully to try and comfort herself. She smeared batter on her as well. Jenna didn’t reciprocate the hug. “I’m so scared… I don’t want to die. Not like that…”


Jenna reluctantly softened her harsh tone. “Alright! Calm down already. I told you, I don’t know how yet, but I’m gonna get out of here.” Rebecca lifted her face from Jenna's chest and looked up at her with puppy eyes. “...With you. There’s more out there, I know it. These fatasses are lying, we’re not meant to be food. Now get off of me, you’re crying all over me!” Jenna bagan to push Rebbeca off.


“Okay.. Thank you.” Rebecca backed up the few inches she could. She sniffled a last little bit. “Are you gonna come out? You’re lucky Mary didn’t notice you were gone. And it’s milking time! I know it’s your favorite!” Rebecca perked up.


“Fuck no! I’m done doing they’re little activities! I’m gonna make a plan and we’re gonna get out of here ASAP! Until then I'm staying here. You should go, you don't want the new lady to get suspicious.”


“Okay. Thanks for this.”


“Whatever.” Jenna rolled her eyes.


With newly high spirits, Rebecca opened the door. Her spirits quickly lowered again once she saw she was face to face with Daisy. All three of them stopped in the tracks and stood still looking at one another.


Daisy spoke first. “Umm, I just wanted to check up on you ‘cause you’ve been back here for a while…”


After another awkward silence, Rebecca put her arms out in front of her protectively. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t fucking eat me. I’ll be good! I’ll-” She began to shrink to the floor and shut her eyes, covering her face.


“No, no, no, you got the wrong idea! Look, I don't want to be working here to start. Especially if you two don’t want to be eaten.”


Rebecca began to reopen her eyes. “You mean you don’t wanna eat us?”


“No, I’m sorry I scared you. I’m still new to all this. I’m not like the others. I don’t want to be like them… Ya Know maybe I can help get you outta here.”


“Y-you could do that?”


“No way I can sneak you outta here, but maybe I could just pay for y’all and set you free.”


“You’d do that?”


Before Daisy could answer, Jenna piped up. “Don’t listen to her, Becca! She’s still one of them! How could we ever trust her?”


“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Daisy asked.


Daisy’s question was met with silence. Daisy continued to elaborate. She would get paid in two weeks. Daisy proposed she used that money to buy their freedom. Rebecca was ecstatic to hear that she would get outside help. Rebecca jumped in for a hug. Daisy had to step back, the impact was so intense. Rebecca pressed herself onto Daisy; so hard, almost like she was trying to get inside of her. Daisy’s thoughts very briefly went off the rails, as she looked down at the fat lady's head buried in her middle. Jenna was more doubtful, but realized she didn’t have many options.


“Let's get y’all back out there for now. You too, Jenna. I’m sure you’re just as backed up as the rest of them ladies out there.” Jenna blushed and scowled at the ground. She hesitantly followed the others out of the restroom.


Daisy was able to get Jenna to ease up and sit down in the last milking chair. Though she was a fraction the weight of Rebecca, the yield was almost the same. Jenna refused to show any amount of satisfaction on her face, but her scowl softened. Daisy could tell she enjoyed it. Soon enough it was time for Daisy to move on to the next room and continue her work. The rest of her day went off without a hitch. She still wasn’t used to the bizarre situation she found herself in, but every hour, things felt less and less strange. The strangest thing she had to get used to was everyone’s casual friendliness to her despite the fact they knew they were only being prepped to be eaten alive by herself and other voresses. She still had inclinations that what she was doing was wrong, but she was able to hold on to her sense of personal good knowing that she was going to save Jenna and Rebecca.


Almost two weeks went by. Daisy started to feel somewhat used to her daily life. Everyday she was tempted by fat, juicy bodies, but she was able to keep her temptations at bay with the complementary milk and butter rations, that which she ate almost a person full everyday. It made a noticeable change to her body. About a week into it, Daisy noticed she wasn’t assigned to room 2 as a part of her room rotation. She didn’t think much of it, as there were multiple people with her job and who was in charge of what room changes from time to time. She did make sure to check Gracie’s transaction logs after work everyday to be sure that Jenna and Rebecca hadn’t been bought yet


One day, Daisy got back from work dressed in Ash’s clothes as usual. She was now tall enough to really look like a voress, albeit one on the smaller end. Her slight pudge on her middle developed into a small, ovular belly. Her legs and ass were so snug in her overalls, her movement was restricted. The legs only went up to her knees now and any pair she’d put on would immediately develop tears in them in which small bulges of flesh would push out. The straps of her overalls were now too short to button with the main section, but fortunately, Ash was kind enough to sow extra length to them. The main body of the overalls were so low, it only cradled her small gut, leaving her covered chest only covered by her shirt. Her breasts were beyond bras sizes now so she stopped wearing any. Miss. Green refused to give Daisy any extra or old clothes of hers and she had no money to buy any, so she had no choice. Her white undershirt stretched over her tits that were now just big, heavy flesh mounds. They stretched her shirt so thin, the length of it was reduced to a point where skin could be seen between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the main body of the overalls. In a desperate attempt to not have her nipples be clearly showing through the shirt, she attempted to put the straps over each nipple throughout the day, but they would just readjust themselves to be on either side of her bust, leaving them exposed. She gave up eventually and let it be. Remarkably, Daisy’s face and arms bore none of the extra weight, making her seem normal from the shoulders up.


Miss. Green had already secluded herself in her bedroom after driving Daisy and herself home. Daisy walked up the steps as best she could with her legs being squeezed by her outfit. She got up and opened Ash’s door.


“Surprise!” Ash was standing there waiting on the other side of the door with a crudely made, single layer cake and a cone party hat that seemed to have been crafted out of paper. “Happy two week aniviersery to the best roomie I’ve ever had!”


Daisy most likely would have been more startled if she wasn’t over 7 feet now and Ash only barely came up to her chest. She was still happily surprised though. “Aww, ain’t you precious. Thank you so much!” Daisy took the cake with one hand and embarrassed Ash with the other. “I ought to say though, my two week anniversary would be tomorrow..”


“Close enough.” Ash said through her smiling teeth. The two disengaged.


The two took a seat on the bed and shared the cake, both eating from the same platter with forks. The cake was homemade. It was dense and heavy, but Daisy pretended to enjoy it out of politeness. They both talked about their lives, Ash at school and Daisy at work. They finished the cake in a few minutes. The cake was sizable and clearly not made for two people, but the both of them had inhuman appetites. Ash felt more than satisfied with her half. Daisy wasn’t. Daisy still showed gratitude.


“The cake was delicious, Ash.” Daisy shyly clasped her hands together and put her cheek to her shoulder away from Ash. “I wanna let you know I really appreciate all the hospitality and helpin’ me out when you didn’t hafta.” Daisy’s cheeks went red.


Ash pushed the cake platter away from in between them and got on her knees to scooch over to Daisy and hug her again. “Aww you’re gonna make me cry!” With Ash on her knees and Daisy sitting down, they were almost the same height. Ash’s embrace shoved their chests together. Ash’s softness reminded Daisy of her first night there, sleeping with her. Daisy hugged back. Ash disengaged and scooted back a bit and gave Daisy a malicious grin.

“Now, now, that cake wasn’t the only thang I gotcha!” Ash put her torso to the bed to get lower and reached under the bed. She pulled out a mason jar full of clear liquid. “Now, don’t ask how but I gotcha a little something extra to celebrate.” Ash toyingly shoke the jar with her wrist. “Moonshine.”


Daisy let out a sharp gasp. “Ashley! How’d you even get that?” Daisy put her hands over her mouth.


“I told you you couldn’t ask! C’mon, don’t be a square…”


“What if your ma finds out?”


“She almost never leaves her room and I told ‘er we’d do it ourselves for dinner, we’ll be fine… C’mon… I know you wanna…” Ash shoved the jar in Daisy’s face and continued to shake it.


“Mmmmm… Okay, okay! You first!” The two giggled like schoolgirls (which they more or less were).


Ash turned the jar’s top open and took a swig. Neither of the girls had ever drinked before. Ash did not see the burning sensation in her mouth coming. Her cheeks puffed up, ready to sip it out, but she forced it down. “Gahhh! Damn! That shit is hard!” Ash pushed the jar onto Daisy. “Okay, now you take a swig.” Daisy took the bottle and eyed it down. Ash had only drunk a small fraction of it. Daisy tilted her head back and put the jar to her lips. The liquid poured down her throat no problem. She felt the burn, but it was nowhere near as intense as it was with Ash. Daisy downed the whole jar in one gulp. “*BUUUURP*”


“Whoa… So, do you feel anything yet?” Ash reacted.


“No, not yet. *hik*”


Neither knew what to do in the meantime. Having all that buildup for nothing to happen yet was a little disappointing to both girls. Conversation was the only thing to occupy the girls since there was nothing of entertainment value in Ash’s bedroom.


“So… ya kinda downed that fast. Like, really fast. Didn’t it burn for you?” Ash asked.


“I mean a little, but ain’t nothing compared to my acid reflux.”


“Is it really that hot? You’re stomach acid?”


Daisy turned her head away. “Umm.. yeah…” Daisy was uncomfortable with anything that reminded her that she was a voress. “It’s been happening more often ‘cause of all the milk I’ve been drinkin’ at work.”


“Milk? They don’t give ya, like, coffee or sumthin’?”


“...It’s, ahh, special made for us, umm…voresses…” Daisy said with remorse in her voice.


“Ah cool! So do they put some sort of super drug to make you even stronger in there or sumthing?”


“No. It’s, ummm… how should I put this?” Daisy began gesturing around her own bust. “It’s… ya’know..”


“What? Like titty milk?” After Ash spoke, Daisy averted her gaze again and blushed. “No way.. For real? Hahaha! Ma never told me that part of the business!” Ash busted a gut laughing, slapping her own knee.


“Shut up! It’s not funny!” Daisy pouted.


“Hahaha! So do ya like it from taller girls or shorter girls? White or black? Big or small?” Ash put her face closer to Daisy’s while teasing her.


“...Fatter girls…” Ash’s laughter stopped and she retracted a little at Daisy’s serious response. “It has better texture from them. Richer taste too…” Over the couple weeks, Daisy had become quite a breast milk conoscere. An awkward silence ensued.


Ash realized she may have retracted too much and put her smile back on to lighten the mood again. “That’s crazy! So do voresses just …” Ash lost her train of thought. She unintentionally bobbed her head down and caught it midway again. “...does it tasst be-er or sumthin’?” She hick-upped. Both there cheeks were bright red now.


“Taste like…Watson..” Daisy began to smile and drool at the thought of the taste. “I kinda wan sum milky now…”


“Hehe. I got sum fat girl tittie milk right here!” Ash drunkenly pounced on Daisy, knocking her over, back to the bed. Both the girls laughed.


“Yur cra-zay…” Daisy pushed Ash off of her and to her side.


“I’m cra-zee? You eat pe-powl!” Ash dramatically gasped as if she only just now realized and propped herself up slightly with her shoulder to reposition herself to make eye contact with Daisy, who was looking up on her back. “You ate the teacher lady!”


“Pfffft! So?!? She taste good!” Talking about food made Daisy hungry. She stomach gurgled. Ash playfully rubbed her belly.


“You're so huungry!”

“I want milk.” Daisy said bluntly, like a rich girl demanding a new toy.


“We don’t gots any milk…”


“I said I want milk!” Daisy violently turned and got on top of Ash. Ash made a loud “Oof” sound and Daisy half haphazardly ripped Ash’s overall straps clean off with her overbearing strength. She then tore the front of her shirt clean off, exposing Ash’s rack. Without any cloth to keep them together, both drooped over to the side.


“Stowwwp…whataryoudoing?” Ash lazily complained. Now solely focused, Daisy ignored Ash’s complaining. Daisy stuck her wet, slobbery lips over Ash’s left breast. Her mouth was so big it engulfed half her boob. “Uuuuhhhh…” Ash made unintelligible moans as she reached her arm to grip the pillow over her head. “whyare you…ehhhh..” Ash squeezed the pillow harder at a notable tougher suck from Daisy. Ash shut her eyes, accepting it and enjoying it to the fullest. After minutes of soft going to harsh sucking, Daisy got frustrated at the lack of anything coming out.


“There's no milk… where…” Daisy pulled her head off Ash’s tit and looked at Ash’s face. Her eyes slowly opened, stopping part way. Her lips were ajar, relaxed and open only slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed. Daisy began to lower her head onto Ash’s.


“Daisy? Wut are-” Her words stopped out of her mouth once it was covered up by Daisy’s. Ash was quick to reciprocate the kissing. She put her arms around Daisy the best she could. Daisy was too wide for her to go all the way. Daisy’s weight bore heavy onto Ash, but she was too intoxicated to notice. Any pain for all the weight was replaced by the warm soft feeling of two fat bodies clashing. Ash shut her eyes, grabbing and stroking randomly, not knowing what folds or masses she had in her hand. The only part of her body not totally covered by Daisy was her face, except for her lips.


Daisy wasn’t trying to make out with Ash. She just wanted to taste something she hadn’t had in a while. Human. Soon enough, the taste of Ash’s lips weren’t enough any more. Daisy moved in for more. Her lips slowly slipped forward, opening up more and more, until it enveloped Ash’s head. “MMMM MMM!” Ash yelled from within Ash’s mouth. Ash made one well timed kick to Daisy’s stomach, causing her to jerk back, releasing Ash’s head. Ash gasped for air. Her face was covered in slobber, she started to cough, choking on it.


…Wut?” Daisy said, confused. She wasn’t in a state to be able to tell why Ash was being difficult.


After a little more weezing, Ash yelled. “No! I’m not foowd!” She looked up at Daisy’s head, still above her.


Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Hmm? Yez you aree. You taste like bu-er..” Daisy lowered her head again, but this time over Ash’s shoulder. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked over her shoulder, leaving a wet drool streak. “See? You tast goowd!” Ash scrunched her lips and crossed her arms. “Nooo! I am not!” Ash pouted. Daisy licked Ash again on her neck. Ash let out a deep moun. Daisy licked her again and again, leaving most of her body covered in drool. Daisy began to lightly gnaw at parts of her too. Ash was too drunk to react any other way than she was. The tingly warmness was a strange, but pleasant sensation. Daisy began gnawing at Ash’s fatty upper arms. Not having much control of her strength, she accidentally bit down too hard. “Ah.. AHHHH AHHHH!” Ash screamed. Daisy retracted to see a massive bite mark on her arm. It pierced skin and was bleeding. “OWWW OWWW OWWW!” Ash was flailing and tossing and turning in bed sporadically. All the loudness made Daisy frustrated again. “Stoop.. shuddup..” Seeing that had no effect, Daisy raised her voice. “STOWP!” Ash stopped thrashing around and looked up at Daisy, clutching her bite marking and tearing up. “Too lowd!” Daisy angrily yelled at Ash. Daisy was on all fours above Ash, letting her tits and gut droop over on top of her. Daisy readjusted to flip herself to face her feet instead of her head. Once done, she rested her ass on top of Ash’s face. Ash made no sound, but her attempts to make some made ripples in Daisy’s ass fat. “Thas wut chu get for yelling!” Daisy continued to taste Ash’s lower body until she got to her feet. “I waa ma milk..” She grabbed both and put them in her mouth. The familiar taste made Daisy’s eyes roll back. She quickly slurped onward. Her lardy, celutle filled upper legs would have slowed progress if they weren’t already lubed up with saliva. She sunk both hands into them. She felt no firmness whatsoever. It was ass if it was fat all the way through. She progressed all she could, until what was left of Ash was under her own ass. She slid her ass back from on top of her head. Ash gasped for air again. Daisy was at Ash’s flabby gut now, picking up speed. Her mouth never stretched this far before. It may have hurt if she wasn’t drunk. Ash was weeping loudly. What were tears and what was slobber was unknown. “STOWWP! I’M NOOOT FOOOWWD! DAISY!” Her pleading was cut short by Daisy putting her hand over Ash’s mouth. It covered most of her face. With one more gulp and a shove from the hand on Ash’s face, she slipped into Daisy’s gullet. Ash thrashed Daisy's gut immediately. It may have caused some reaction if Daisy wasn't too drunk to feel it. Daisy dropped to her side, satisfied. “...but no milk..” Daisy complained to herself before passing out.


Daisy woke up to the sound of banging at her door. She heard yelling too, but she was too out of it to make anything out. She was groggy and had the worst headache she’d ever had. Daisy propped herself up. The bed was covered in drool. Not just where her face was, all of it. Banging on the door continued. This time she could make out what was being yelled.


“Wake up, you two! We will not be late!” Daisy recognized Miss. Green’s voice.


Daisy looked at the clock. It was past 8. “Did I sleep through the alarm?” She thought. She felt terrible. She lifted the covers off of her. Her clothes were ripped and her gut was much bigger than she remembered. She poked at it. It wasn’t all fat, it felt soupy. It wasn’t huge, just enough to almost reach her knees, sitting down. Daisy tried to remember what she did last night. She didn’t remember bingeing on milk and butter again. Before she could think too hard, she gagged. She felt something coming back up. She quickly scanned the room. There wasn’t so much as a trash bin. She thought about running to the bathroom, but she knew there would be no time. She got on all fours and let it out onto the bed. Shooting out of her esophagus, a flood of liquid drenched the bed. Daisy had her eyes shut, but she felt something more solid come out. She opened them. A mess of green, yellow, and a deep red was in front of her. And most problematic: a human skull. All of the sudden she remembered. The cake, the moonshine, Ash. “..Oh…Go-” Daisy’s stomach got unruly again. Like a house cat with a furball, Daisy hacked a weezed as what seemed to be partially digested chunks of bone plopped out of her mouth.


“That’s it! I’m opening up! It’s your own faut it you’re naked!” Miss. Green opened the door swiftly.


Daisy shot a wide-eyed look at her covered in digestive liquid and in a pool of Ash. “Oh God… Miss. Green, I-I-I, Ash, she had some booze and I-I-I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” Miss. Green might have noticed her crying if her face wasn’t already drenched.


“You didn’t.” Miss. Green coldy looked at Daisy. Daisy could only whimper and stutter. “God Damn it, Daisy! I let you sleep in my house and this is how you repay me? I was raising her for 18 years! Do you know how much money went into feeding her? You know how hard it was to fatten her up like that? It was almost her birthday too! I was going to eat her on her 19th!”


“..W-what?” Daisy was in a whirlwind of dread and confusion. “You were… going to eat her?”


“Of course! You think a teenager gets that fat on accident? ….Whatever” Miss. Green quickly regained her composure. She was already dressed in her usual attire. “I guess I can always make another one… You. In the car in five minutes, you’ve already made us late enough. This was the last night you stay here. You’ll get paid today; then I want you out of my house.” Miss. Green strutted away.


Daisy sat there looking at the pool of filth for a minute and then… nothing. Beyond that initial burst of emotion, nothing. She didn’t feel like crying. She wasn’t sad; she wasn’t mad, just normal. She got up. She felt so bizarre. Why didn’t she feel anything? She just murdered her friend and she feels fine. She shook her head and focused. She had to worry about getting to work. She didn’t want to push her luck with Miss. Green. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She grabbed a shirt and wiped herself off; she had no time to dry herself. After getting undressed, she looked at her new body. Even after her stomach was drained, she was still huge. Her single fold gut hung out. She would look 9 months pregnant if it wasn’t so floppy and non-spherical. Her rack was even larger; they were almost impossible to deal with. She grabbed a shirt and was only able to stretch it just past her nipples. Her entire underboob was showing. She attempted to put the overalls on, but there was just no way. The pants of each leg would only go up to the knee. She ripped the legs of the overalls and tried again. The leg hole got stuck halfway up her thigh. She pulled them up, inch by inch. Once up all the way, they cut deeply into her thigh. It was so tight, it created an artificial thigh gap of two inches below her crotch, right before her freed leg meat bursted out from underneath and touched on another. She attempted to button the straps, but there was no way. She was over 9 feet tall now. She sighed and ripped off the main body of the overalls until they were just jean booty shorts. She thought she looked like a very provocative city girl if she suddenly grew 100 pounds tall and wide. She wasn’t happy with her outfit, but she was comforted by the fact everyone she worked with were even less dressed. She hurried to the car and got in. Like usual, it was a very quiet ride. Daisy didn’t know what to think. How could Miss. Green want to eat her own daughter? Why didn’t she care? Eventually they got there and Miss. Green exited the car first and struted away in front of Daisy, getting to her office with Daisy rushing behind her. Miss. Green passed by Gracie at reception.


“Gracie! One large… no, two larges to my office!” Miss. Green shouted before she entered her office and slammed the door behind her.


“Ermm, Yes, Ma’am!” Gracie was caught off guard. She started to type on her computer, presumably making the order for someone to fulfill. Daisy approached.


Gracie stopped typing and looked up at her. “‘Morning Daisy! You look…bigger.”


“Umm, yeah. I… had my first… second real meal last night.” Daisy said with some shame in her voice.


Gracie had a high pitched gasp. “Ohmygawd!” She shot out of her chair and waddled around the desk. She walked face to face to get a better look. They were about the same height now. “Ha! Look at you! You’re so tall! I wonder how big you’ll get. Y’know sometimes I wish I got as big as Miss. Green but then I think about how hard it would be just living about your life where everything is meant for people shorter than half your height. So…how were they?” Gracie got a little closer and talked in a whispery voice as if they were talking about something they weren't supposed to. “Man or woman? Were they the thin and tall type or short and fat?”


“She was… bigger…” Daisy was ashamed to talk about it.


“A girl after my own heart! I actually had one of the biggest girls in my life a few days ago.” Gracie smacked her gut. Daisy, upon closer inspection, saw she seemed a little wider and her pants a little thinner. It was hard to tell when she was already so big. The amount of calories to even maintain that weight must be staggering. Yet, she still had just a small, doughy belly on her. “So, who was she? Did you hunt her down yourself? I know you didn’t buy her here.”


“She was…” Daisy changed the subject. “Can I talk to you about something?”


“Hmm? Sure, what’s up?”


“Did you know that Miss. Green has a daughter?” Daisy should have said “had”.


“Yeah, I think she’s mentioned it once or twice.”


“Well, I found out she plans to eat her.”


“Mm hm.” Gracie said, pausing as if she expected Daisy to speak more.


“She… was going to eat her own daughter…” Daisy accentuated.


Gracie looked at her strangely for a second. “Aw, I see. I guess you wouldn’t know, but that’s pretty normal for us voresses. In fact, I got a little one at home myself!” Grace exclaimed.


“But…but they’re.. They’re your children…”


“And we raise them the best we can like the folks here at the Farmstead.”


Daisy stared blankly for a moment and took a deep breath. “I think I’m gonna get to work…” Daisy passed Gracie and walked to the metal door.


Before she could pull her ID out of her pocket she heard: “Hey, lighten up, it’s payday!” Daisy entered the door and went about her day. She noticed she had much less urge to have any of the milk or butter today. The day was pretty usual. Many of the prey complemented Daisy, saying the height fit her well. She had to keep reminding herself that after work, she was going to pay for Jenna and Rebecca and get them out there. Maybe she ate a couple people, but she wasn’t ruthless like the others. She was still herself. She was still the Daisy she was before she ate that pig. She needed to free them to prove to herself that she was still human at heart. Daisy zombie-ed throughout the day, just trying to get it over with. Eventually she finished milking her last group and headed out. She opened the door and entered reception.


“Happy first paycheck!” Gracie exclaimed, handing an envelope filled to the brim with 100 dollar bills. She didn’t know how much she was going to be paid, this was much more than expected. She was surprised with the cash, but she realized she never set up any direct deposit, so it made sense.


“Thanks… Can I buy someone?” Daisy questioned.


“Of course! Male or female and what size?”


“Actually, I’d like two specific ones.”


“Oooo, somebody you took care of today look extra tasty? Sure, who do you want?”


“Rebec- I mean 611 and 223, please.”


“611? Oh sorry, honey, but she’s the one I ate a few days ago. I told you I had my eye on her. I can get you 223 though. She goes by Jenna, right?”


Daisy felt time freeze for a moment. “Y-you ate her?” Daisy’s lips trembled.


“Yeah, sorry, but a girl’s gotta eat!”


About a week ago at 5:00PM, all the staff began to shuffle out for the night. Gracie was still at her desk typing away, saying her goodbyes to her coworkers as they went home. The last person to leave was Mary. She briskly walked past the desk, not acknowledging Gracie.


“Have a good night, Mary.” Gracie gave her pleasantries.


Mary put a sour look on her face, knowing no one would see it and turned back around to face Gracie. She put on a forced, fake smile. “You too, Gracie! Working late?”


“Nope, just writing up a transaction report. Buying myself someone for tonight.”


“Fun, fun. Need any help with that?” Mary gave a hollow gesture hoping she’d say no.


“I’m fine, thanks. Oh, but tomorrow Miss. Green wants us to crack down on one of the troublemakers. I’m gonna need you to deal with it.” Gracie spoke while still typing.


Mary clenched her teeth. She did not want any extra work. “...Sure!” She put back on her empty smile and started to walk away again. “Just give me the details tomorrow; see you!” Mary scurried away, wanting to end the interaction.


Gracie finalized the transaction and walked past the metal door. She walked a straight line to room 2. She opened the door. All the women were mingling with one another, spread across the room. Most were sitting one place or another. Some were laying down on the mattress pads they put out in the exercise area after the day was over. There was no staff around. Everyone’s heads jolted to Gracie once the door was open. Gracie cleared her throat. “611 and 223, please. You’ve been bought.” Jenna and Rebecca were one of the few resting on the mattress pads near one another. They both shot up and looked at each other. They both looked panicked, but they calmed down in a moment. “Daisy must have gotten paid already!” Rebecca quietly exclaimed to Jenna. She let out a small squeal in excitement. Realizing Rebecca must be right, she gave a sigh of relief. She knew if they were both being taken at the same time, it must be Daisy. Her calm expression returned to her mean look as she stood up and talked to Gracie. Rebecca took a little longer to get up. She walked around a bit, saying her goodbyes to her peers. She eventually made her way over too. “Alright you two, come on.” Gracie said and led them out. The two women vaguely remembered that hallway. They were there once before when they were much younger. Going from one wing to the one they were in now. Rebecca couldn’t help but show her excitement on her face. They haven’t left the room in years. They were about to be free. This is everything they ever wanted. Jenna didn’t want to get excited until they were safe. They followed her deeper into the hallway until they reached the end. They went into the final door on the right. Inside was a fairly small room. There was an intercom on the ceiling and a panel on the wall and an exposed toilet; there was also a big, wooden crate oddly placed in the center of the room, nothing else.


“I-is this the exit?” Rebecca said, confused.


“Nope, it’s a to go order. I’m going to need you to get in the box there.” Gracie pointed to the crate.


Rebecca and Jenna gave one another a look. To go order? During the lectures they were told they would be brought into a room with the buyer where everything happens. They’ve never been told about a to go order before. They both independently reasoned that Daisy must have requested it. It would make sense since Daisy would have to explain why she was leaving the room with the two of them out and alive. This was probably the best way to go about it. The crate was short and long, like a rectangular coffin. Rebecca obediently stepped inside and adjusted herself to her back. Her wide sides left no room inside. “I’m not sure if we’re both going to fit…” Rebecca said. “Perfect!” Gracie grinned. She slipped the cover over that was resting to its side. It had breathing holes drilled into it. She tucked the crate under her harm without much regard for the person inside and quickly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Jenna was left standing there by herself, confused. “Hey! HEY! WHAT THE HELL!” Jenna banged on the door. It was locked.


Rebecca tried to shove the top off the container, but it was pinned by Gracie’s side. Rebecca tried to ask what was going on as politely as she could, but her manic state couldn’t be hidden. What came out was mostly rabbelings mixed with the occasional grunt as she was jerked about inside the box. Gracie said nothing. She didn’t know if she should be panicking. Was this plotted out by Daisy? Some sort of elaborate plan to get them out safe and sound. It was seeming less likely, but Rebecca clung to the idea for comfort. She stopped being difficult and went quiet. She had no idea where she was, but she had been being carried away for at least a few minutes. Then, suddenly, she was plopped down on a surface. “Hello? Are you still there?” Rebecca called out to no response. She heard movement from outside the crate; it was some sort of material rubbing against the wood. Now that Gracie wasn’t pinning her in, she tried the lid to no avail. She didn’t know it, but the crate was strapped shut. She was jerked up again and she felt herself being walked away. She could hear Gracie’s footsteps. They went from sharp clacks on the hard floor to a more rough sound. The sound of each step was less uniform, like she was walking on something uneven. Then, she felt herself being placed down again. She heard a sound she wasn’t familiar with. It was a low tone grumbling sound, like a voress’ hungry gut, but louder and more intense. She felt her whole body vibrate by whatever was causing the sound. Next, movement. It wasn’t the up and down motion of walking. It was almost a perfectly flat ride. Nonetheless, she could still sense herself being moved. She was scared. She had never been away from Jenna like this. She had never been away from the Farmstead like this. She had no clue what was going on or where she was going. In the little space she had in the crate, Rebecca comforted herself, wrapping her own arms around her body. She shut her eyes and imagined the same scene over and over again. The lid was going to be opened and when she looked out, it would be Daisy’s smiling face. She diluted herself that Jenna would be there too. Maybe she was just being shipped over separately. She would be outside for the first time. She could feel the sun on her skin. Her only idea of what anything was like out of that room were the small inklings of knowledge she got by pestering staff in between lectures about how to be good prey. Extend your arms and legs while going down the throat. After entering the stomach, you’ll feel a slight tingle. That is normal, just don’t let it bother you. Do not move around too much, and it’ll be over. It’ll be comfortable. It’ll be the best moment of your lives. The idea was horrifying to her. The worst part was whenever they’d be lectured about it, she would survey the room to see content, unbothered faces. Was she the only one? Jenna was her closest friend in the Farmstead. They got close when Jenna would give most of her food rations over to Rebecca. She would always scold Rebecca on how big she was and how much she ate. She was the only one who tried to stay thin. One night, Rebecca finally secretly confided with her. Told her how scared she was. How she wanted to leave. Breath fresh air, be anywhere but this room. To Rebecca’s surprise, Jenna shared the same sentiment. In fact, Jenna theorized that people lived outside farms like this, that they weren’t meant to be eaten like they say. From there on out, the two were inseparable. For years, they spoke of plans of escape. Nothing ever rock sold, never any action. Nothing until Daisy entered their lives. The three of them only ever spoke a handful of times, but Rebecca imprinted onto herself that Daisy was her savior. Any movement she would open her eyes and Daisy reaching her hand out to help her up.


Gracie pulled into her driveway after a half hour drive. She left the front seat and opened the back door. The crate sat along the back seats. She pulled it out and made her way to the door. It was a normal, two floor house in between two other houses of the normal neighborhood. Not everyone could afford fancy voress houses in the middle of nowhere. She opened up the door and ducked down and shimmied sideways through the door. The living room was far too small for her, but at least there were still a few inches between her head and the ceiling. She set the box on the coffee table surrounded by a couch and some chairs in front of a TV.


“Mom?” A young boy’s voice rang out from upstairs.


“Hold on sweetie, stay up there! I need to get ready.


Marcus anticipatorily paced around his bedroom. What was his mom planning? “Okay! You can come down!” Marcus swung open his door and darted down the stairs. He saw his mother sitting on the couch, her wide hips spreading across the entirety of it, seemingly naked. She only had a towel draped over her chest, covering her middle and a bit of her thighs as well. Her leg lard dangled off the couch, as it could only seat her ass. He also saw a mysterious box on the table.


“What’s going on, mommy?” The young boy questioned.


“Just take a seat.” Gracie smiled and gestured to the other chair with her head. Marcus did as he was told.


“Okay…I know you’ve been really curious about my diet, so…” Gracie pulled the towel off of her. Against Marcus’s initial inclination, she wasn’t naked underneath. She wore a bra and he spotted the strap to panties along her thigh from under her belly. Her belly had writing on it in black ink. It read: “Happy 9th Birthday!” Gracie continued. “I thought since you’ve alway wanted to see for yourself, for your birthday you could watch!”


Marus’s eyes lit up. “Really, mommy? Aw, this is going to be awesome!” He jumped out of his seat and began to jump up and down in place. “Where are they?” He asked.


Gracie gestured to the crate on the table with a pair of safety scissors placed on top. Marcus gasped and ran to the table and climbed on top of it, then he grabbed scissors and cut the straps of the crate. Putting his whole body into it, he managed to push the top off. The lid fell off the table and onto the ground. Marcus looked down to see the fattest non-voress he’d ever seen. She was on her side in a partial fetal position. She didn’t have the space to curl up entirely. “Awesome! You even got a big one!” He cheered. Rebecca opened her eyes up. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the new light. She sat up to be greeted by the smiling young boy bobbing up and down. Behind him, she saw Gracie half naked. “Hi! My name is Marcus! My mommy is going to gobble you up!”


“W-where’s Daisy?” Rebecca said fearfully, looking past Marcus and to Gracie.


“The new girl? Her house I imagine?” Gracie said.


“I-I… N-no… no, no, she was supposed to buy me… I was supposed to-” Rebecca’s eyes darted around the room, taking it all in, jittering around in the box.


“Oh, come on. My gut will feel the same as her’s.” Gracie scoffed.


“No… she wasn’t going to…” Rebecca’s jaw started trembling.


Rebecca shoved herself out of the box and off the table, falling to the ground with a big oomph. As quickly as she could with her unfit body, she pulled herself to her feet and looked for an exit. She saw the front door, just she assumed it would be locked like every other door he had seen. She saw the stairs. She had never seen any before, but she had the inclination that she could move up there. She darted to them as fast as she could. Every stride, she felt herself pulled down by the full weight of her body as her flabs were jerked down with every downward step. Suddenly, she wished she tried harder in Mary’s exercise course. She got to the stairs and climbed up them on all fours. She didn’t know how she was meant to but it felt right.


“Mommy? I thought they wanted to be eaten?” Marcus tilted his head.


Gracie began waving her hands in front of her defensively and nodding her head no. “No, no most do! She’s just… acting! Yeah, she’s playing it up to add some fun!” Gracie didn’t want Marcus to know the full truth and risk turning him off to the whole process. “You wait right here, baby. Momma will go and get her.”


Gracied swayed back into the couch and then forward quickly to gain momentum. She got off the couch and walked to the stairs. She awkwardly walked up them sideways, as she was too wide for most parts of the house. At the top were three doors. Her room, Marcus’s, and a bathroom. She stopped and listened. She could hear heavy breathing from her room. She opened the door and immediately saw her. She was half underneath the bed, with her ass sticking out. It seemed that it wouldn’t fit. She was staying still and her breathing stopped. Did she think that she would somehow be unnoticed? Gracie grabbed her by the leg and ripped her out from underneath. “NO! STOP IT!” Rebecca dangled upside down and tried to grab anything she could reach. “I knew you were gonna be difficult, but God..” Gracie rolled her eyes. Gracie shuffled back down the stairs as Rebecca kept screaming and grabbing at the stair railing. She got back down, holding Rebecca out. Gracie raised her voice to speak over Rebecca.


“Okay, Marcus! Ready?” Gracie exclaimed. Marcus nodded his head excitedly. She pulled Rebecca to her body. She was being held by the feet. Her front was on Gracie’s front. Rebecca looked behind herself in horror, seeing her feet enter the slimy maw of the beast. “AHH! PLEASE! HELP ME!” She looked at Marcus while crying. He looked in awe. Rebecca grabbed Gracie's belly fold since they were the only thing in reach. They were far too smooth to pull herself out of anything. She felt Gracie’s tongue on her crotch and lower belly, she was being made quick work off. Rebecca was hysterically screaming and crying. “DAISY! JENNA! I DON’T WANNA GO!” She was choking on her tears. She started banging her fists on Gracie. Her whole body was entrapped in the steamy, wet insides of Gracie in seconds. “I’m sorry, mommy! I’ll be a good girl!” She was spouting nonsense, unable to hold her grip on reality. With a finger, Gracie pushed down on her head for it to never be seen again. Gracie’s stomach bulged out. The writing was stretched out and partially transparent now. Gracie made one last pained swallow to clear her throat. “*ugh* Alright, Marcus. I’m done now.”


“..Can I?” Marcus slowly approached his mother with his hand out.


She nodded. He gave a simple poke at her belly. It was rustling like crazy. He heard her voice muffled and screaming. He gave a concerned look. “Don’t worry, baby. She’s just acting, remember? Make things more… interesting for us!” Gracie’s lie would have been more convincing if a punch by Rebecca didn’t cause her to grunt loudly after. Regardless, Marcus seemed convinced. “Okay!” He climbed on the couch and then on her gut. “Haha! This is so cool! Thanks mommy!” Marcus gave a radiant smile to his mother. She tilted her head and smiled. She hoped he would maybe get used to it by the time she decided it was his turn. “Happy Birthday, baby.”


In half an hour, the two were watching TV, some cartoon Marcus liked. He cuddled next to Gracie. Everytime her gut churned especially loud, he would giggle and poke at it again. Rebecca had long since stopped moving. They assumed she was long gone, but that wasn’t the case.


Rebecca’s body was almost totally numb. The extreme burning went down to a slight tickle all around her body. Her sense of sight and hearing were long gone. After five minutes in the hell, she lost all hope and succumbed to the acid bath, hoping to end it quickly. Unfortunately for her, there was a lot of body to digest through. Her consciousness faded in and out. The dull pain was all there was. Despite being conscious, her thoughts were empty. Maybe it was her way of coping with her tortuous death.


The next day, Jenna was still laying on the cold concrete floor. She deduced hours ago that Daisy didn’t save them. She had no idea what was happening to her, but she could imagine what they did with Rebeccaa. Jenna didn’t know how long had passed. She briefly fell asleep, so she thought it had been about half a day. She spent the earlier part of her imprisonment banging on the door and screaming obscenities, but she soon became too tired to keep it up. When she woke up, she immediately felt it, the hunger. They may have been smaller portions than what the others ate, but she still was used to eating five times a day. She clutched her grumbling belly on the floor. She had never been hungry before. She was always fed.


“Good morning, Jenna. Were you able to sleep? I’m sorry we weren't able to get a bed in there for you. A voice came from somewhere in the room.


Jenna shot to her feet and scanned the room. “Who the fuck said that!?!” She shouted.


“No need to get snippy! I was just asking how you were!” Jenna recognized the voice. It was Mary’s. She looked up to see the intercom on the ceiling.


“Why did she bring me here? Where is Rebecca?” Jenna snarled.


“My boss said she was done waiting for you to come around, so she wanted to go to more… extreme measures.”


“What the fuck are you talking about?”


“Our customers are guaranteed a clean, young, and willing meal for a reasonable price!” Mary’s customer service voice went cold. “I’m sorry, Jenna, but we can’t have you being difficult. You need to want to be eaten.”


“Shit! How did you even know? Did that bitch Daisy tattle?!? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted one of them!”


“Nope, We have mics all around the facility. We know everything you’ve been talking to your friend about. We may need to take… disciplinary action against Daisy if she doesn’t shape up soon. But don’t worry about her. She’s young, I’m sure she’ll come around.”


“...Where’s Rebecca?”


Mary let air escape her lips as she thought of what to say. “Gracie brought her home last night. If I had to guess, she's in her small intestine by now.”


“...YOU BITCH! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Jenna began banning at the door again.


“I can see you’re all riled up now. I’ll check in later.”


Jenna was only able to shout and cause a ruckus for a few minutes before she felt weak from the hunger. She went back to the floor. She was too food deprived to be angry. Another hour went by.


“Hello? Are you feeling less… rambuncis now, Jenna?” The intercom turned back on.


“Go to hell.” Jenna said.


“Jeez, and I just thought you’d be hungry by now. Don't you want something to eat?”


“...Yes..” Jenna gritted her teeth in anger. She didn’t want to cooperate, but starving to death would do her no good.


“Good! Eat up!”


The panel on the wall opened up to reveal a bucket of a gray, chum like something or other. A normal person would find being offered something like that insulting, but Jenna had only ever eaten the low quality trash she was fed. She pulled it out and the panel closed. She took a slip as if to test it. It tasted like the typical bland nothing she usually ate. She swallowed more… and more; she was guzzling it down in one go. Part of it was the extreme hunger, but something else pushed her to drink more and more. *BUUURP* She belched. Her stomach was taught. It was a little painful when she moved. Something strange happened then. Her stomach got loud. A mess of gurgles and pops blurted out of her middle as her stomach churned away quickly. The quick digestion made it feel like her stomach was eating itself. She got on the floor and clenched her gut in pain. Within minutes, her gut flattened and her stomach eased. Except, now, she was hungry again. Hungrier than before. She felt like there was a massive hole in her insides.


“...what..*gah*..did you do to me?” She was on the floor, wincing in pain.


“You’ve been giving most of your meals to Rebecca over the years, right? We thought it's time you catch up. You want more?” Jenna’s only response was more moans and grrs of pain. “I’ll take that as a yes. Alright, if you want more, please just say- I am food to be eaten.” Okay?”


“...f-fuck you…”


“You sure? Last chance before I leave.”


Jenna’s gut was making sounds she’s never heard come from someone’s body before. She succumbed to the hunger. “...shit…I am food…”


“Huh? Didn’t hear that.”


“I said.. I am food…” She said louder. The anger in her voice made it sound like a growl.


“No paraphrasing. I am food to be eaten. Just, like that, okay?”


“I am food… to be eaten…” She yelled through her gritted teeth.


“You didn’t mean it that time. Say it with some vigor.”


One hour went by. It was more of the same. Mary insisted she either didn’t mean it or said it wrong. At this point, Jenna’s pride and anger were long gone. Just the overwhelming hunger pains. She was weeping on the floor, begging.


“please…I’m so hungry…” Jenna said between tears.


“Come on! Then say it like you mean it!” She had the tone of voice like a little league coach hyping up the kids playing.


“I’M FOOD TO BE EATEN! I’M FOOD TO BE EATEN! OKAY?” Jenna was rolling around on the ground. “Please, Mary! I can’t do this anymore!” She was breaking down.


“...Okay… just one more time.”


Jenna took a moment to compose herself. “I.. am … food… to be eaten.” Jenna took extra care to enunciate each work loudly and clearly.


The panel opened up again. This time with two buckets of the same. She quickly crawled over like a starving animal and finished the first bowl even faster than last time. By the time she took the bucket away from her lips to take a breath, her stomach was already at work, almost done digesting. She grabbed the next and did the same.


“...More.” Jenna said with desire.


“Sure! I’m glad you are coming around! Okay, this time your phrase is- All people are just food for voresses.”


“All people are just food for voresses.” She blurted out with no thought.


“You can’t just repeat it back to me! You need to really mean it!”


Mary’s torment continued for a week. It only ended once Daisy’s order for her came in.


Gracie handed Daisy a key with an ornament on it reading: “Room 1”. It matched with one of the hotel-like rooms on the wall. “We’ll bring her to you shortly, you can wait in there.” She pointed out room one. Daisy couldn’t think of what to say, so she turned around and entered the room. It was a nice, big room with a red covered bed far bigger than the largest bed she’s ever seen. She sat on it and collected her thoughts. She failed. Rebecca was dead. Fat on Gracies hips now. She promised to have her and now she’s gone forever. But, there it was again. That dull feeling after she ate Ash. She couldn’t muster any sadness to mourn Rebecca, no anger for Gracie. “What is wrong with me?” Where was that nice, daddy’s girl she was a few weeks ago? She knew she was slowly becoming like them. Eating without remorse. Maybe it was their biology to be sociopathic. Maybe it was just her brain’s way of coping with it. She couldn’t succumb to it. She had to prove to herself she still had a heart. She was still a normal girl deep down. She had to save Jenna. If she could get her out, then maybe there was still hope for her. She started to think logically. Jenna was supposed to enter any second. Then what? She couldn’t just walk out with her. Maybe she could hide Jenna in her clothes to make it look like she ate her and walk out. She looked at herself. Her short shirt and jean shorts exposed her gut entirely. There was no way of doing that. Just then she heard the door inch open. “Alright here you go.” An unknown voice came from outside as a woman entered.


At first Daisy didn’t recognise the woman. She was chubby all around. Thick thighs, a slight hanging belly with a deep navel. Her ass and tits were about the same size as Jenna’s, but they were huge from the get go. Most strangely, her face had softened. Both literally and expressively. Her usual scowl was replaced with a more timid look in her eyes. She would have thought it was someone else if it wasn’t for her defining mole on her cheek.


“...Jenna? That you?” Daisy squinted at the woman.


“Hi, Daisy.” She looked down and twirled her foot nervously.


“You’re… bigger…” Daisy regretted saying it so bluntly immediately.


“You too… It looks good on you.”


“Are you okay, Jenna? You seem… off.” Daisy raised an eyebrow.


“Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m finally okay for the first time in my life.” Her voice was spacy and soft. It was an entirely different person.


Daisy didn’t know what to make of this new deminor. She decided it was best just to get off it. “Erm..Jenna, I gots some bad news… Rebecca… someone else got ‘er before I could. I’m so sorry.” Daisy tried to fake sympathy for Jenna’s benefit.


“That’s good. I hope she was able to find peace before she was digested.” Jenna stared at nothing in particular.


Daisy went quiet for a moment. That was not the response she expected. “Umm, yeah, me too.” Daisy changed the subject again. “So I was thinking of a way for you to get out of here and I-”


Jenna cut her off. “Get out?”


“...Yeah?”


“Why would I want that?” She looked confused.


“...Don’t you remember what we talked about?”


“Oh, I wasn’t myself back then. I’m ready when you are.” She began approaching the bed with Daisy sitting on it.


“Ready? Ready for what?”


Jenna climbed onto bed and crawled to Daisy. “For you to eat me. Aren’t you hungry?” Daisy’s belly rumbled like it knew it was being referred to.


Daisy crawled back until her back was against the wall. “Jenna, you’re talkin’ crazy right now.”


“I’m clear minded as ever.” She placed a hand on Daisy’s gut, feeling it rumble. “I’m glad it got to be you. I’ll be your first.” Daisy didn’t feel this was the time to correct her. She began climbing up the mountain of a gut.


“Jenna, I-I do-n’t think that… umm.” Daisy’s face went red and she averted her gaze from Jenna's staggering eyes. She carried no emotion on her face. She couldn’t look at her. Her new plump body. She was scared of what she might do in the heat of the moment.


“It’s okay. I know you don’t want to be this, but were all just slaves to this big evergrowing stomach of yours. Just accept what you are, Daisy.” She approached even closer. She was a foot away from her mouth and moving closer.


“Stop! Y-you don’t know what you’re saying!” Her gut gurgles again, It knew food was nearby.


“It's okay. This is just how things are. I’m happy to do this for you. If I can satisfy you for just a while… that’s worth my life.” Daisy still looked away, but this time had no retort. “You’re a big, beautiful goddess. I wish you could recognize that. I’m just a barn animal to keep you fed.”


Daisy’s stomach ramped up; Daisy couldn’t deny herself anymore. She faced Jenna. Jenna looked back, unwavered. Jenna continued to move forward, closer to the entrance to her acidic grave.


“I-I don’t understand…” Jenna could no longer think of what to say.


Jenna undid her bra. It fell off, allowing her utters to hang freely. They dangled far enough down to touch Daisy’s tummy. “Maybe these will get you ready.” Daisy stammered as Jenna crawled even closer. Jenna, now just an inch away, stabilized her body. Her hands grabbed onto the bed rail right behind Daisy and her knees sunk into Daisy’s chest. Her tits hung right in front of her face, nipple level with her lips. Daisy knew what to do. She slowly and indecisively handled her left boob and brought it to her lips, placing the nipple to them. She gently sucked on it. Within seconds, the most buttery buttermilk yet flowed slurp by slurp. Daisy moaned. The taste was far better than any milk she’d had. Jenna’s intensified diet made for much richer, thicker milk. The yield was massive. She hadn’t had anybody to empty her for days. Daisy, without regard for Jenna, grabbed the other tit harshly and put it in with the other breast. The intensity of the slurping and the tight squeeze on her chest was far from comfortable, but Jenna retained her composure. “It’s all for you. The milk, the flesh, it was never mine. It was always yours. Anything you want. It’s yours” Jenna’s face contracted a slight smile, emoting for the first time that day. Daisy didn’t bother responding. She kept at it until they were drained. Daisy let go and rested her mouth. The tits drooped back to their original spot. A line of spit still connected her lips to them. The appetizer was over. After a moment of thought, the conflict in Daisy’s mind was resolved. “Thank you…”



“Don’t thank me. I’m-” Daisy couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She greedily shoved Jenna deeper in, pushing on her ass. Jenna jolted forward into the black abyss. Daisy kept her lips cupped around her body, letting no light in. Her ass and legs were still on the outside, patiently resting. Jenna, taking initiative, began to crawl further in. She had trouble since every surface was wet slime, but she made slow progress. She felt her feet graze against teeth. She was fully in. It was as nice as she imagined. Warm and comfortable. Like a weighted blanket on all sides. Daisy finally picked up the slack and began swallowing. The first gulp pulled her halfway through the esophagus. She had no problem with Ash. Jenna would be much easier. One more gulp and she shot out into the belly. The acid was diluted by milk, the liquid burned, but it was bearable enough for Jenna to soldier on. As she was told in many lectures in her life, once inside the gut, ball up for the least surface area and longest digestion. That way it will be the most satisfying for the voress.


Daisy readjusted to her side. She rubbed her gut with her free hand. “Is it okay in there?” She asked hoping she could hear through the blubber. She heard a muffle from within. She could have put her head to her gut to get a better understanding, but it didn’t matter how it was. She was just meat. That full meal made her sleepy. The gurgles of her belly were loud as ever. Was Jenna still alive? It didn’t matter. Daisy let herself slip into sleep, thinking about how she was still hungry. Such a small girl could never fill her up.


Inside, it was a slow burn. The digestive fluid was weakened by her milk. She still felt the burning. Every instinct in her body told her to struggle, to try and get out, but she held firm. Daisy allowed her to become a part of her glorious body. Jenna didn’t want to sully that.


Daisy woke up in the room to a pain on her hips. The lights were still on. She shot up and inspected her hips to see what was causing it. She noticed her gut was bigger. Big enough to cover up her groin area. She had to awkwardly try and adjust her gut out of the way. Her shorts were pushing so deeply into her fatty hips, her flesh was red and her legs had fallen asleep. She one handedly ripped one pant hole from the bottom to the waist strap on the side. Her thigh fat jutted out, being realized. She felt her leg regaining feeling. She did the same with the other side. She got out of bed. Daisy felt heavier. A little taller. A lot hungrier. Looking down on herself, her tits, gut and legs all took their fair share of Jenna. To her surprise, her arms and face were soft, but still thin. Taking a look at the bed, it was covered in milk, spit, and her white shirt split in half. She only just then noticed it wasn’t on her. She weighted her loose breasts in her hands; they never had such heft before. She used to be ashamed of her growing body, of what it was indicative of, but Jenna instilled a new attitude in Daisy. She used to be resistant to accept it, but she enjoyed the feeling of a full belly. With her new appetite, food was almost all she could think about. In the brief moments where her stomach was satiated were bliss. So what if they were people? She wasn’t a “person” anymore. She was a farmer in a pen of pigs. Whether they accepted it, whether they were kicking and screaming, it didn’t matter. She realized why she never cried when she ate Ash. The same reason she never cried when she put down a hog. She thought back to that hog. Her first prey. It took hours just to digest that little clump of meat. Her gut was so much weaker then. She had to giggle a little as she shook her monster of a stomach that could melt away a full person within half an hour. Why was she ever embarrassed in the first place? She should have been proud. Her mind wandered to answer the question. Mom. It was her. She always was so harsh to her and she never knew why. And when she found out what she was… She should have been proud. To have a voress for a daughter; it’s like raising the president or a billionaire; it’s not a common thing. Hell, she should have offered herself up as her first meal. Any half decent mother should want the best for her daughter. It would have been a bounding experience like no other. But, no. She shamed her for it. Beat her. Made her hold it in. She used to be so scared of her, but now things were different. She was beyond her now. Daisy held all the power. “... Anything you want. It’s yours” Jenna’s last words made Daisy think. She licked her lips knowing what she wanted.



*DING DING DING* The doorbell was an ear piercing way to be woken up. Mark awoke in the wee hours of the morning. “Must be that detective again,” Mark thought. Ever since his sister went missing cops have been regular guests of their home. Always asking questions, giving their current findings. Their current theory is a random voress attack on a school after hours. It would explain why both a student and teacher went missing on the same day at school. The janitor gave a statement that he heard strange sounds soon after the time they were last seen, supporting the theory. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened, but no one ever expected an attack in such a small town. The day the detective came over to share the theory, his father cried in front of him for the first time in years. His mother put a shaky tone in her voice and shed some crocodile tears, but knowing her as long as Mark did, he knew it was just an act. Later, when it was just him and his mother, he asked why didn’t she tell them what the two knew. Maybe they could track Daisy down if they gave what they knew. If it was soon enough, maybe they could find DNA evidence in her digestive tract. Mark didn’t like the idea of his sister being a murder, but Mrs. Watson’s family deserved the peace of mind. His mother responded, “Havin’ a voress for a daughter… It's not a good look.” What a thing to say. The two never talked about it again.


Mark opened his door to see who was there. It must have been an important update if cops were bothering them at this hour. Halfway down the staircase, he saw his mother already a few steps from opening the door. She was wearing pjs and her hair was disheveled. She would normally never be seen like that in front of others, but she was trying to give the impression of a mourning mother, so it made sense. Out of curiosity he stayed put to see what they wanted. His mother cleared her throat before opening the door. She opened the door slowly. “Oh, detective, it's so la-” Her words stopped suddenly and she backed away stunned. Mark squinted, but it was too dark to make it out. A ducked head entered the door. The body was too wide to enter comfortably, so it pushed its way in. Mark recognized the face immediately. It was Daisy. She looked exactly the same as she did. To Mark’s shock, her face was the only thing that stayed the same. She was massive. She was naked. She kept her head bowed to be able to stand up without her head scraping against the ceiling. Her body was bulging out in every direction. Her body was big and lardy, yet smooth and shapely. Mark stayed where he was out of fear and shock. Their mother fell on her ass, still moving backwards, now just crawling.


Daisy looked down at her mother. She loomed over her. She said nothing, yet the woman was fearing for her life. She stammered while she backed away and Daisy walked forward. She shut her mouth to gather her words. “....don’t…” She said softly. Daisy couldn’t help but grin. It was just like before, but vice versa now. Now Daisy was in charge. She thought about beating her around a bit like she did to her, but the acid bath was more than any beating she could dish out. Daisy picked her up with both hands, compressing her chest so she couldn’t scream. Her mother’s face had clear panic on it. Daisy pulled her to her face. It was like looking at herself from just a month ago. Small, scared, human. Her mother, with what little breath she had, spoke. “...I love you?” She spoke it like she wasn’t sure if that was the right answer. Whether she meant it or not, she was clearly just trying to say what she thought Daisy wanted to hear to get out of it. Daisy shoved her mother in her mouth and swallowed her down quickly. She tried to struggle, but the speed of it all allowed for no chance of her to escape or even scream.


Daisy heard a sharp gasp from the stairs. She squinted. “...Mark.” The boy squealed like a mouse and tried to run back up, but he lost his footing and fell. “It’s okay. Why dontcha come down here.” Mark thought quickly. His dad was still upstairs sleeping soundly. What would waking him up do? It wasn’t like the two of them together had any chance. They had a home phone, but by the time any cops got to their far off farm, he’d already be in her lower digestive tract. Against his better judgment, he obediently walked down the stairs. He kept his eyes on the ground. “It's going to be okay, Mark. Just look at me.” Her sweet southern drawl sounded the same it did a month ago. Mark looked up. He was greeted by a gurgling gut, shaking violently, parting two fat udders. Her slim face smiled warmly at him. “Oh, I know it's scary. I’m a big voress now ‘n all…. It's nice to see you again.” Her eyes scan up and down the scrawny teenager. “It seems it's nice to see me too…” She gestures downward. Mark confusingly follows her gaze. His pajama bottoms are being pulled by the front. He had a rock hard erection and didn’t even notice. “I-I-I-” He immediately tried to form an explanation. The truth was that this just tends to happen when a horny teenager sees a huge naked rack in front of him. She didn’t even register as his sister. She looks so different now. “I told you! It's okay! This must be so weird for you… I just came for ma. Don’t worry about you and pa.” Daisy bit her lips. “I won’t be comin’ back here, yaknow… Why don’t I leave ya with a parting gift… Lay down.” Mark’s eyes widened. Was this really about to happen? Mark had seen enough porn to see where this was going. He didn’t want to. He wasn’t into this. It was just the first time he ever saw a naked woman before in real life. He was just overstimulated. He was in no situation to refuse. He quietly laid down on his back on the carpet. He bashfully lowered his pants, exposing his pointed member. Daisy shuffled forward over him. His mother screaming from his sister’s gut was now dangling over his head. Daisy bent her knees and lowered her pussy onto his cock. Mark might have noticed the tightness and wetness of it, but he was too distracted by her gut smashing into him with each bounce. “This… this is so fucked up..” Mark said while she was up from a thrust. “I don’t think human morality really applies to me anymore.” She chuckled as she glanced at the cross on the wall. He couldn’t even see her tits from under her gut. He was still hard though. Maybe he was more into this than he thought. “Oh… oh … I think I'm gonna-” Just then, Daisy lost her balance. She crashed down on top of Mark. She heard a sharp snap. “Oops.” She heard wailing from under her belly. “Sorry, Mark. Look, I’m gonna get up, but you can’t be screaming like that, okay?” The vibrations under her gut lowered to a stop and then an approving “uh huh” was felt. Daisy stood back up. Mark seemed fine, but he was tearing up. “I think… I think you broke my leg..” Upon closer inspection, it did seem like his left leg was a little bent out of shape. His cock was still pointing skyward though. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mark. I didn’t intend to do this, but it looks like I got no choice now.” Daisy dropped to her knees over him and bent over to his face. “Wait, wait, wait! You said- you said it’d be okay!” Mark tried to wriggle backwards. “It’ll be okay. A three legged hog is not a happy hog. This is for the best.” “Wait! Wait!” Daisy gaped her drooling maw over her brother's head. She used a hand to part her hair back. It was over quickly. Daisy easily overpowered any attempt at struggling. His thin frame slid down quickly. She did feel his cock was hard passing her thought. It was a strange sensation.


Mark slipped into the gut. He couldn’t see, but he could hear. “Mark? Hunny, we need to get out! Help me up!” Mark’s mother tried to climb over him to escape the way they came in. It was shut tight. “Dammit! I shoulda just beat that bitch to death right then and there!” She rambled angrily. She kept yapping. Mark felt around him. He was being pushed into his mother. He felt the acid on his legs. It was hot, but not doing much work. Her stomach wasn’t in full gear yet. “Mark, are you listening? We need to get out of here!” Mark already lost all hope. He’s never heard of someone living to tell the tale of being in a voresses gut. He was frustrated. Right when he was about to cum, this happened. He cock was still stiff. His body pressed into his mothers. She had a thick figure, with fatty tits, even better than how Daisy used to look. He already crossed that line. He might as well. He wrapped his hands around his mother forcefully. The acid already did the work of removing her pj bottoms for him. “Mark? What are you.. Hey… HEY! STOP THAT!” Mark had already been in a woman, but he didn’t get to climax. He wasn’t sure if that was considered going all the way, but he wasn’t taking the chance of dying a virgin. They were both dead meat anyway. He kept thrusting and his mother tried to pull away. She was yelling, but he wasn’t listening.


Daisy felt a strange sensation in her gut as she laid on the floor. She usually felt in great detail what was going on in there, but two bodys were hard to keep track of. She put her ear to her gut to hear. Her mother was screaming about something. It seemed like they were fighting. It was typical of her mother; she wasn’t surprised. His stomach began to kick up in production and it was drowned out by sounds of churning. Her dad must have been sleeping upstairs. He always was a sound sleeper. She began to stand up to go get him too, but she stopped herself. Something small inside her was screaming no. She knew it would never happen, but that small chance that one day, she would be able to eat his pancakes again… She rested again.


Daisy woke up. She didn’t mean to fall asleep. She quickly looked at the clock. 5:00AM. Her dad must still be asleep. She felt relieved that she didn’t have to eat him too. She got up. It was much harder this time. Her tall body was having trouble keeping up with her growing fat. She was getting wider faster than taller. She had to crane her neck even further to make way for the ceiling. She opened the door and ducked down, leaving head first. She walked forward until she was stopped in an instant. Her middle was stuck. Her belly grew too much this time. Daisy tried to push forward with her arms to incremental success, but it was no good. The squeezing on her stomach gave her a queasy feeling. *BEEELCH* She quickly put her hand over her mouth to avoid waking anybody. Without that gas, she was able to inch forward enough to escape. She stretched, now being able to in the free space. She still had one last want to deal with. She glanced at her dad’s truck. It was big, but not voress sized. Looks like she was walking again. At least it was still late enough for no cars to be on this strip of road to see her naked.


After two hours, she finally made it. Miss. Green’s house. She was breathing heavily. Her new body had a lot of strength, but stamina wasn’t her strong suit. She attempted the door knob, but it was locked. It was no matter for Daisy. She simply ripped it off and forced the door open. It was the same house she recognized. She went up the stairs. It was nice to be in a house more her size. She was greeted by that same old walkway, two doors on each side and one big one in the middle. Quietly, she tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it. The room was huge. It was packed to the brim with stuff. A vanity, bookshelf, TV, walk in closet, desk, and a massive bed the woman herself rested on. She looked so peaceful asleep, far opposed to her normal hostile look. She rested on her back, breathing quietly. A comforter draped over her. Daisy carefully pulled the comforter off. She was wearing cheap booty shorts and a tank top that was more of a bra. Her gut was huge. Almost the size of Daisy’s. It seemed that was why she always wore that corset. Daisy knew what she was there to do. She wasted no time. She got on her knees at the side of the bed and slipped Miss. Green’s feet in her mouth. The taste was different. This was her first voress. It tasted much more salty and savory. It was much more meat-like than the pastry tasting Mrs. Watson. She pulled more in. Her throat felt tight. This was the first time she had a meal her size in a while. “...huh? what the…” Miss. Green was waking up. Daisy hurried. She pulled more in. She was at her upper legs now. Miss. Green’s belly was pressed in her face. Her feet were already at the end of her esophagus. Her fatty gut was next. This was going to be hard. Daisy put both hands on each side of Miss. Green’s middle and sunk them in. With one good shove, she was past the incline and at the widest part of her gut. Miss. Green’s toes began to splash around in her stomach acid. Miss. Green was finally perking up. “Daisy? What the hell are you doing?” She blinked, trying to focus. Daisy continues to inch forward. “After all my kindness… Damn! My feet!” Miss. Green didn’t struggle. “You seem bigger. Still not big enough, I’m afraid.” Miss. Green looked dead into Daisy’s eyes, no panic on her face. Daisy got just past her belly when…she stopped. She couldn’t keep going. Her lips could stretch more, but her stomach. It couldn’t fit anymore. “Well, I can’t blame your ambition.” Daisy kept her hands on Miss. Green’s sides and didn’t let go. “It’s not like I could eat you when you let go. I might have to fire you though. Trying to kill your boss isn’t something I can really look past.” Nonetheless, Daisy stayed still, pinning her down. “Ah! Hey! Let go!” Daisy felt Miss. Green’s feet splashing around in the acid. She began to punch at Daisy’s head. Daisy stayed strong. Miss. Green’s sounds of discomfort became full on screams. “AHH! LET GO OF ME, GOD DAMNIT!” Her strikes were more aimless and panicked. Daisy felt a little give in her gut. She pulled a little more. She was at her chest now. Miss. Green's gut logged in her throat gave little airway, but just enough to keep going. Daisy no longer felt the flicking of toes in her gut. They were more like stubbs. “Shit, Daisy! Alright, what do you want? Money? I can give you anything, just name an amount!” She began to cry from the pain. Daisy pulled more. Miss. Green’s tits were an uphill climb for Daisy’s lips. “Shit! I’m a fucking voress! I should have fucking eaten you once the fatty let you in here!” After a few minutes, her rack was out of sight and nothing but her head and arms were left. Her screams became lesser and lesser as her face went pale. Most of her legs were dissolved. There must have been a lot of unseen blood loss. “...you can still… make this right… I’m.. a very powerful woman..” With one more shove, she was in Daisy’s mouth. The next while wasn’t pretty. Miss. Green’s head was no longer outside, but she still wasn’t entirely in her gut. Daisy felt like she was being choked, but managed to breath just barely. By the time her fingers were in, Miss. Green stopped moving. There was only so much of your lower body you could live without it seemed.


Gracie sat at her desk waiting for Miss. Green to arrive. It was already 10 in the morning. It wasn’t like her to be late. Just then, the familiar clacking of her high heels echoed in the reception area. Gracie saw her tall form begin to enter. “Good morning, Miss. Green! The us-... Daisy?” Remarkably, she was just a little taller than how Green used to be. She wore her clothes minus the girdle. The weight was nothing to hide. It showed power. Her skirt and button up fit snuggly to her chest and ass, but her bulging gut stood no chance. She didn’t bother to try and close the buttons over it. Her shirt opened up, displaying it fully. Her skirt was also unbuttoned. Daisy continued to step forward and pulled off her sunglasses. “I think the new usual’s gonna be a large… no, two.” Daisy strutted past the desk, paying little mind to Gracie. “...Where’s Miss. Green?” Gracie already had an inclination. “ Daisy stopped her strut and turned her head back to face Gracie. She gave a smug little smile. “Don’tchu worry, she left things in my capable hands.”


Almost a decade went by. Things were good for Daisy. The business grew. It grew a lot. She now ran six branches in the state, and started a few more nationwide. The Farmstead was a household name for voresses now. The only downside was that profits of the original building went down quite a bit. Now with all the premium meat going directly to Daisy, sales weren't great. Many staff quit. They saw Daisy as unstable with her lack of self control. They were scared of her. She did eat their old boss. Gracie stayed diligently by her side. One day, before work, Daisy walked around her house, the one that used to be Miss. Green’s. She loved the size. It was big, but empty.


Later that same day, Daisy waited in one of the Farmstead rooms for her meal. She layed on her bed, fully nude. She stopped getting taller, but she did get a lot fatter. The lard even began to encroach on her once slim face and arms. She now had a much more mature, motherly look to her. The door inched open and a thin, young man slipped in. The door slammed shut behind him.


“W-wow… They didn’t tell me you’d be naked for this…”


Daisy grinned. “Oh, I got a ‘lil work for ya first.” She heaved her belly up, exposing her fupa. “I’m thinking ‘bout raising my own food for once.”


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Best vore story I've ever read. Maybe not the one I was most into, but definitely the best written. Your worldbuilding is goddamn amazing.
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