Sean was a short, skinny man, entering his first year of University. It had been a big adjustment, and he was surprised his parents had let him out from under his thumbs, but he was grateful for his freedom and he had earned it after all, securing a scholarship due to his bright nature and extremely high grades. Moving out of state, he had gone through the first two months of the semester with near perfect grades allowing him to relax a bit and work on some of his social skills.
 

As Jenny drove us home, she just could not take her eyes off my belly, its bulbous form straining against my workout shorts, the weak, jittering movements of the asshole inside it drawing her attention, she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip. “Looks like you need a massage.” She said, reaching her hand out, and I wasn’t one to deny her. I pulled the front of my shorts down, my belly surging forward to fill my lap, a red ring marking where the fabric had dug into my gut, I sighed

It was a crisp Saturday morning, sunlight filtered its way between the blackout blinds hanging from the windows of my bedroom, urging me to wake and face the day. My eyes flickered behind their lids, opened, closed again, a hangover steadily thudding behind my eyes. My eyes opened steadily, the slight beam of light focussing perfectly on my face. I felt incredibly bloated, Annoyed, I sat up and stretched, my arms splayed out above my head, and my gut filling my lap.
 
 
I looked

The giant form of Haleth pushed through the woods, knocking down trees effortlessly, her footsteps left craters in the soft moist earth. Dull thuds could be heard in the village, most villagers thought it was an earthquake before a horn sounded, the alert that the village was under attack. Haleth’s shadow spread out before her, completely engulfing the village in a kind of twilight.
 
 
  Haleth still wore that wicked grin on her face as she looked down at the villag

Haleth’s cries of agony filled the empty stone chamber, her belly bulging out with the weight and shape of Jareth, the only other person in more anguish than Haleth. “Gods, it fucking hurts!” Haleth cried out as her stomach was stretched to her limit, Jareth’s struggles within threatening to rip her apart. Haleth felt so conflicted, she was killing someone she knew from her village, digesting them whole and alive, and it hurt the both of them, but Jareth was so tasty, and his strug

Haleth spent the next week after the Sacarine incident digesting and studying Adora’s tomes while Adora worked tirelessly in solitude in order to fix the mess her new pupil made. In the magickal community, it was not looked kindly upon to invade other worlds and consume a forest and a village nearby. Haleth was a bit disappointed by the gains she had acquired since her overindulgent feast, her curves barely grew except for a bit more pudge on her belly, all those lives of the gingerbread