Pred Journal: Huge Rack
 
 
Hey, it's Phil here. And I have another meal's story to tell.
 
It all started innocently enough. One day I was scrolling through social media while sitting on the toilet (dealing with a recent hook up, naturaly) I got messages from a girl named Melissa. She said she was incredibly happy by the fact she managed to find me after "all those years".
 
At first I was confused and demanded to know what she meant by that, so she explained that we studied together a good time ago. This refreshed my memory and I started to remember a girl by the name Melissa in my class. Turns out she was one of my best friends from that period, although somewhat of a nerd. She was the complete package: glasses, braces, scrawny build, social awkwardness, etc.
 
We chatted a bit and the more we talked the more I remembered. Incredible like after some years our mind can simply hide some memories in a neat place to be revisited later. Of course, we were friends from my life previous to waking up as a pred, so it isn't that surprising that I didn't remember her, but still, I quickly was glad to resume this friendship, for Melissa turned out to be an incredibly fun and witty person to talk with.
 
We chatted for so many hours that I lost track of time, and her memory about everything we'd done during that period was umfailing. And the more we chatted, the more I liked her. We talked about what happened in our lives after finishing school. I left out the whole woman-eating thing, afraid that it would scare her off, but her life turned out to be quite wild. She worked in a big international company, and had travelled to several contries for work and for fun.
 
She had her own thriving business which sold cake and other sweets and she had got her doctorate in Paris. I was quite surprised naturally impressed, and I must say just a little bit envious of her sucess. But we kept talking about other topics, like music, movies and other things, until we finally arrived at the idea to meet up to continue this conversation personally.
 
We set a date and a place, a somewhat expensive restaurant I had never visited before. I waited impatiently for the day of our meeting to arrive, making to sure not to eat anyone until then to avoid getting any tell-tale hoe-flab around my midsection, for I still didn't want Melissa to know the truth about me.
 
Saying it now it sounds surreal, but back then I couldn't help but think that I was enfatuated by this old friend of mine. I had had skinny some times before, specially when dieting, but the idea of dating a girl without a lot of meat to tempt me was interesting, to say the least. Not all my relationships needed to end in clogged toilets, you know? As long as she understood my need to gurgle a wench one time or another and didn't get jealous of my dinner, we could work something out.
 
All this I thought while waiting for Melissa in a table outside the restaurant. A finely dressed waiter came to take my order, but I told him I was waiting for someone. I was starting to think that she wasn't going to come when a feminine voice came from behind me.
 
"Oh my god, Phil! It's you!"
 
"Hey, Melissa! Nice to see you after all this" I happily answered while turning around, but I suddenly paused. "...time..."
 
My jaw had dropped to the floor. There was no scrawny nerd smiling at me. Where did the glasses go? And the braces? All I saw was an considerably attractive, with the one the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen.
 
Seriously. They were ridiculous. Jiggling with each movement of hers, practically jumping out of her cleavage. Each breast quite larger than her head, I'm talking about a humongous rack. I couldn't say anything more, just stare. My eyes went to the rack then to her smiling, friendly face, then back to the rack.
 
"Holy shit...Melissa, is that you?!" I asked just to make sure. Maybe there was some misunderstanding.
 
"Of course it's me, silly! I know, I look very different without my braces, haha. It's so good to see you, buddy~" She hugged me, and I could feel those massive orbs being pressed against me. It was then that my mouth started to salivate.
 
My woman-deprived stomach started to loudly plead and insist, sending a shock through my entire being. I just couldn't resist it. Couldn't deny it what it was so desperately begging me for. I had to fill it. I grabbed Melissa by the shounders.
 
"Sorry, do you dislike hugs?" Her smiled persisted, but it got weaker after she noticed the hungry expression at my face. "H-Hey, are you alright?"
 
Melissa or not, I had to have her, no matter what. She wasn't my friend anymore. She was meat. Plenty of it.
 
I gulped her head so quickly not even her Paris-educated brain was able to react to it in time. My jaws quickly changed their organization to allow her shoulders to also pass through my mouth. At this moment I grabbed her tits, fondling then before I inevitably got a chance to discover how they tasted like.
 
And I soon arrived at them. Using my tongue to play with the pair, my taste buds were assaulted by an amazing display of flavor. If Melissa's cakes were half as soft and half as delicious as her udders, I wouldn't be surprised by the fact that her business is thriving. Well, was thriving.
 
With my cheeks filled with humongous boobs making me feel like a squirrel, I swallowed further and sent the massive pair deeper down my tight neck and esophagus. Only know Melissa started to panic, but it was way too late to do anything: I was swallowing her at a pace that only got quicker, and her timid protests and movements weren't doing much in way of freeing her anyway.
 
Soon enough I had swallowed her entire torso and was making my way towards her hips. Although her butt wasn't near as large as her breasts, it was of a decent size and allowed for some extra fun for me. I made short work at it though and arrived at her shapely legs. This was when I raised my head and her body alongside it.
 
It has been said before that gravity can be one's best friend, and I agree with that, for after that simple movement of mine, Melissa slided neatly and quickly down my esophagus and into my eagerly awaiting stomach. I sat back and sighed with satisfaction. Looking around, the people at the nearby tables had watched the entire process in a completely non-chalant way, and now that it was over they went back to eating their meals, as if they had just witnessed a show of some kind.
 
What never failed to surprise me the most were the cold glances the women threw towards my now absurdly engorged belly, as if they were saying "She deserved it." or something along that line. Funny how they react that way, until it's their turn to end up like this. Bitches.
 
The waiter came again, very timidly this time around, and asked if I wanted to take my order now. I said that, as he could see, I hadn't plans to get any food, but a can of cold soda would be just great. He bowed and went away to fetch what I ordered.
 
Meanwhile, I caught the sound of Melissa's pleas emanating from within my belly, as she talked about or friendship and stuff like that. Her tits made quite the imprint upon the surface of my obscenely distended gut, and I gave them a playful squeeze to remind her of her place at the bottom of the food chain. All my thoughts about our old friendship and enfatuation had vanished as soon as I set sights on her, and I didn't regret my decision one tiny bit. You know how us preds are: we lose the friend but don't lose the meal.
 
Soon enough my soda arrived and I chugged it. I always liked having a carbonated drink after eating a pile of meat of that proportion, since it help me expel all the gas inside my gastric chamber very quickly.
 
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!"
 
And this I soon did in the form of a deep, long and loud belch of satisfaction which attracted some extra glances from my non-chalant fellow dinners, but nothing more than that. I could her Melissa whimper inside her prison, no doubt humiliated by my crass display of power over her body and over her person. Served her right.
 
I sat there for some time just basking in the greatness of the hunt and on the pride of acquiring such a voluptuous meal for dinner, but eventually it started to get chilly and, although my belly's warmth kept me comfortable, I figured it was better to return home and continue digestion from there.
 
When I arrived home, I removed my ruimed shirt and jumped on the bed, landing on my back. The sudden movement made a wet, gurgling sound come from my stomach as Melissa's body shook alongside all the acid within it. I turned on my room's TV and watched it comfortably, letting out the occasional burp and playfully smacking my belly from time to time. Melissa had started to cry, but I didn't really care to be honest. It kinda just mixed in with the other stomach sounds anyway.
 
Finally though, I noticed that my belly was starting to lose form as it's contents lost it's solidity. I could feel my belly grinding the meat inside it, pressing it rather mercilessly. One particular meaty belch happened simultaneously to the moment I felt my meal being gurgled into mush for good. Soon enough all those gallons of thick soup were being greedily absorbded by my intestines and started the process of being converted into something completely useless and devoid of nutrients.
 
It was a pain in the lower part of my grotesquely bloated mid-section which revealed to me that the time had come to part ways with my busty school friend. With my heavy bowels weighting me down I went to the toilet and started to loudly say goodbye to her.
 
By the end of it the toilet was hopelessly clogged. I sighed, slightly frustrated but already expecting this outcome. For some reason top-heavy girls always made absolutely huge mounds.
 
Oh, and while I was ruining my throne, I was scrolling my social media. You know, just in case some other old friends wants to meet up again. They could be as tasty as Melissa, who knows?