After several minutes of loud squelches and wet splatters onto the tile floor, the sounds of a crying baby began to fill the hospital room once more as Dr. Steven Stewart sat in the vaginal muck that laid around him and cradled the newborn child in his arms for a bit.
 
“That should be the last of them.”, he said as he handed the baby off to an awaiting nurse.
“All good to go, Miss.”
 
Agatha breathed a sigh of relief; she’d prepped for hyper pregnancies like this for years back when she was in nursing school, but actually assisting a doctor in one for the first time today was a whole ‘nother beast.
 
Twenty-three babies in all had been gently pulled out of the bloated woman’s vagina over the course of two long, agonizing hours, even those merely a fraction of the children stretching out their patient’s stomach to its absolute limit.
 
Apparently the hundred or so that weren’t ready today were set to be delivered in the months to come; how ANYONE allowed themselves to become such an unabashed baby factory like that was inexplicable to Agatha, but she’d been told that the patient they’d been dealing with today was something of a repeat customer.
 
Despite only being a fairly standard Minecraft streamer online, ihasCupquake (otherwise known as Tiffany Garcia to hospital staff) seemed to live her life according to the most rigorous of breeder lifestyles, coming in every month to deliver a fresh batch of babies and grow infinitely bigger each and every time she did it.
 
Her beach ball-sized breasts leaking milk through her top, her fat ass snapping the bed in two the longer she laid down…
 
Her swollen, baby-filled stomach large enough to completely house Dr. Stewart without so much as a bulge during the operation...
 
Nearly every inch of her light brown body had been inflated as far as it could go while still ensuring that Tiff herself could fit through a doorframe, and while her permanent state of pregnancy would almost certainly be enough to warrant all those curves…
 
Her cannibalistic diet was about as hard to ignore as it possibly could've been.
 
Strewn about the floor beneath Tiffany’s pussy were all sorts of items found floating about within the woman’s womb that Dr. Stewart saw fit to simply toss aside in order to get the right babies out, many of which seemed unusual for an ordinary woman to have in there: some glasses, a pair of running shoes, multiple cell phones…
 
An intact human skull…
 
Yes, it was clear to anyone with eyes that the mother before them was as much a glutton for people as she was for having her uterus filled, but she paid just as much as any other patient did (perhaps several times moreso, given her constant visits), so Dr. Stewart and his nurses had to perform their delivery as normal, even with the threat of death hanging over them.
 
Still, precautions had to be taken; a full-blown pulley system had been wrapped around the doctor’s waist to ensure he wouldn’t get pulled in and digested during the operation, and along with multiple nurses in the room at all times, the only thing anyone needed to worry about [in theory] was Tiff's "colorful commentary" being slung at the doctor as he dried himself off with a towel.
 
"Aw! Is it over? I really wanted you inside me longer...", she moaned.
"Ah, I'm just messing with ya! You go rest up, Dr. STUD. You earned it!"
 
Stewart paused for a second in the doorway, questioning if he should reply to his patient's "flirting" before deciding against it and heading back through the door without so much as a parting glance towards Tiff.
 
Leaving only Agatha was left alone with the mountainous mother, the various beeps of medical equipment being drowned out by the deafening churning of the predator’s insides.
 
“You guys did a SUPER good job today.”, Tiff said to the nurse.
“Really glad you got Dr. Horse to work on me this time. God... Feeling his dick BULGE through his pants as it rubbed against my insides… Oh!"
 
The bed began to creak and groan again as Tiff began to squish her legs against her stomach, her loins leaking sizzling seed onto the floor beneath her as thoughts of that delicious-looking doctor ran through her mind...
 
Bothering the doctor's nurse to no end.
 
“Can you-“, Agatha said with aggression before calming herself down.
“Miss, can you please not talk about Dr. Stewart like that? It’s… rather uncomfortable for me at the moment.”
 
“He's making me uncomfortable just THINKING about him!”, replied the pred.
“I mean, have you SEEN what he's packing down there? Ooh, it’s a wonder he got through medical school without every nurse he knows looking to pad it out as soon as they saw it.”
 
A loud-
 
*CLANG*
 
-cut off Tiffany's horny train of thought as Agatha aggressively set down a tray of medical equipment onto the counter nearby.
 
“I’d prefer, Ms. Garcia, if you didn’t talk about Dr. Stewart like that at the moment.”, said the nurse.
“There was an incident a couple weeks ago that involved one of our newest doctors getting churned into semen by someone else at the hospital; Dr. Stewart was called in as a suspect in the inquiry surrounding her death.”
 
“Oh! Okay, okay.”, Tiff said back.
“Wish he’d given that load to ME, but that’s whatever…”
 
Agatha turned back to the table and huffed in disappointment; she could normally take a lot from patients under the influence like Tiff was at the moment, but whatever it was Dr. Stewart had pumped into Tiff to ensure he'd be able to make it back out of the predator's insides was almost certainly not enough to et the horny pred to stop talking.
 
“Oh, and by the way, it’s actually Mrs. Garcia.”, she said with a wiggle of her fingers.
“Not sure if you knew that already.”
 
"Of course!", Agatha said through gritted teeth before whispering to herself.
“Wouldn’t guess it, the way you’re talking about the doctor…”
 
“Well, hold on now!”, exclaimed the predator.
“Just because I fuck other dudes doesn’t mean my husband doesn’t love me. To accuse me of not sucking MY daddy’s dick DAILY, just to wake him up in the morning, is INCREDIBLY unprofessional of you!”
 
Tiff's breasts bounded against the side of her bed as she leaned against it, the handrail falling apart only a second after holding the predator's weight before she simply readjusted herself and continued.
 
Much to Agatha's annoyance
 
"Wait; that didn't sound right...", Tiff said aloud.
“I do not have sex with my actual dad on a daily basis... anymore...”
 
“I’m sorry, and what way did you want me to BE professional for you, MRS. Garcia?”, the nurse blurted out.
“Or should I just call you Tiff instead?”
 
Tiff's eyes darted from her nurse to some medical equipment still hanging by her bedside; certainly not very useful to her before, but now though...
 
“Well, Little Miss Toothpick…”, replied the predator.
“You can start by moving closer so I can get a better look at your name tag.”
 
Agatha laughed.
 
“I can’t believe you think I would fall for that.”, she growled before picking up a slimy phone off of the floor.
“Suppose you told whoever these were the same thing too, right?”
 
“I might have for a few of them, but I wasn't going to eat you, though!”, Tiff explained.
“I’m already paying WAY too much on these hospital bills and I do NOT need to add your funeral costs to the mix. I just wanted you closer so we can get to know each other a little better. You know MY name, but I'm not sure if I know yours."
 
As sweet and genuine as the serial killer sounded, Agatha remained absolute in her resentment towards the patient.
 
"It's Agatha.", barked the nurse.
"Now mind your own business."
 
Tiff ran her tongue across her teeth; it was gonna be FUN catching this girl...
 
“They’ve got cameras, Agatha.", she explained.
“If I even TRIED to eat you, somebody would be barging in here as soon as I do to tell me to stop."
 
Agatha felt her lungs expand as a sense of ease came over her.
 
Turns out those cameras actually DID provide a bit of security…
 
Perfect.
 
 
"Relax.", Tiff said, her stomach growling from the anticipation.
"Come to mama..."
 
With a sigh of disappointment in herself, Agatha stepped across the room and stood beside Tiff's bedside, amazed by the wall of heat being radiated by her matronly body as Tiff leaned in to read the fine text on the nurse’s name tag.
 
“Agatha H…”, she said aloud.
“That’s a pretty name. Think I might use that when I give birth to you later…”
 
Agatha had just enough time to let out a confused-
 
“Huh?”
 
-and a single step back before Tiff wrapped medical wires to her side around the nurse’s throat and pulled, immediately putting the smaller woman into a hellish chokehold before she could even try stopping it.
 
Agatha gasped and groaned as the cord dug tightly into her skin, trying and failing to free herself before her attacker continued talking with a definite tightening of the cord around her.
 
“Ssh ssh ssh ssh ssh! It’s okay! Just let it happen.”, Tiff said casually.
“Just get down on your knees and let your new mama take care of the rest, okay?”
 
Even with the oxygen steadily decreasing from her system by the second, Agatha nodded her head as best she could and knelt down where she stood, a sudden wetness clouding her eyes as the musk floating about Tiff’s privates became far too close for comfort.
 
“That’s a good girl.”, said the predator as she repositioned herself on her bed.
“Now it’s gonna get a little hot when you get in there, okay? Just stick it out for a little bit and I’ll try not to melt you down into bones..."
 
Agatha looked up at the gaping vagina before her, its dark and muscular walls pulsing and gyrating as they anticipated their next meal.
 
Was this how it was all going to end? All those years in medical school, all those late nights studying for exams, gone to waste from an early death at the hand of a Minecraft streamer's used-and-abused pussy?
 
Agatha tried her best to croak out a word of protest before Tiff fell down on top of her with all the weight of a ten ton safe, cracking the tile floor under her ass as the nurse’s whole body was shoved up into the dark recesses of the predator’s privates in a single motion…
 
Except for her feet, which still sat daintily beneath that baby-filled belly before they were sucked up with a sickening squelch to join the rest of the pussy’s prey.
 
Tiff bit her lip slightly at the feeling of another job well done, patting her stomach and holding as much of her boobs as she could with the other arm to squeeze out just enough breast milk to bathe said arm in that warm, creamy feeling of that delicious dairy.
 
“Fuck, this is nice…”, she said to herself before a loud-
 
*CLANG*
 
-rang out behind her.
“What the?”
 
Looking back as best she could with the girth weighing her down, Tiff was surprised to see the heart monitor who’s cord she’d used to strangle her prey leaning against the bed, the main device attached to it lying on the bed indicative of the noisy collision it’d just had.
 
As much fun as stuffing an entire heart monitor up her pussy sounded, Tiff knew that much metal might end up impaling her latest meal if she wasn’t careful, so she simply unplugged the cord from its machine and continued to devour its length, slurping it up like a spaghetti noodle into the dank depths of her privates until the whole thing was gone with a high pitched pop.
 
Tiff leaned her head back against her bed as she reveled in the feeling of her newest catch, bubbling hot femcum now pouring out onto the floor like a fruit being juiced; it had been a couple days since somebody had last gone up there to regress against their will, and while this skinny little nurse was nowhere NEAR as satisfying to catch as that huff mailman she’d hunted before was…
 
There was a little hint of satisfaction in wiping a bitch like her off the face of the earth.
 
Course, even with the satisfaction of knowing her prey was as good as dead in a bit, it was still obnoxious feeling her prey squirm about in her spacious uterus.
 
“Hey! You mind cooling it down a little?”, Tiff said with an affirmative slap to her stomach.
“You’re gonna wake up all of your little brothers and… sisters…”
 
Try as she might to keep her prey in check, the various umbilical cords acting more like chains around Agatha did little to stop her struggling, the meds running though her system were making it exceedingly difficult to get a firm grasp down there, and so, like a whale gasping for breath, Agatha popped back out of Tiff’s pussy in a wave of crystal clear vaginal fluids, unintentionally hindering her escape attempt as her hand slid across the smooth tile floor whenever she tried clawing herself out.
 
“PLEASE! God, somebody help me!”, she said in a state of panic.
“I don’t want to be this bitch’s baby! I-I’m sorry! I…”
 
Try as she might to win her captor over, those shallow apologies and one last grasp of the wet floor beneath her were all that was left for Agatha’s current life before she was sucked back into Tiff’s nether regions for good.
 
“Ooh, baby! You are gonna be such a troublemaker when you get back out of there.”, moaned the predator.
“Hopefully a couple months getting to know the family’ll… cool you down a little bit. But for now…”
 
Tiff let out an animalistic groan as she placed her hands on her bed and lifted her body off of the floor, finally making it back onto her feet with a bit of effort and stomping her way towards the door of her room.
 
“I have got a daddy to meet.”
 
~~~
 
Outside of Tiff’s room, Dr. Stewart chatted with his assistant and the head nurse of the wing, talking about other patients and the status of Tiff’s babies before Tiff herself peered around the corner and called out to them with a wolf whistle.
 
“Oh, Doctor Stewart!”, called the predator.
“Can you come see your favorite patient for a second? She’s got a little tiny itch in the back of her pussy that she would REALLY like you to take a look at, especially with that BIG, LONG THROBBING COCK you’ve got.”
 
Steven looked back at the women beside him, the death glares he got back giving him even more reason to “check up” on his patient.
 
“I’ll be right back.”, he said nervously as he stepped away towards his pursuer.
 
The nurses gave each other a knowing look as Steven was quickly pulled around the corner by the hem of his pants, shoved into the nearest empty hospital room and smashed against the wall with a definite-
 
*THUD*
 
Any other person in the doctor’s position, wedged between a predator’s mountainous breasts and pinned to a wall with their gurgling gut, would’ve assuredly been baby food in the hands of a greedy mother like this, but luckily for Dr. Stewart, Tiff was more concerned with other things…
 
Particularly the growing bulge rising up from his crotch.
 
“Tiff, I-“, the doctor said before correcting himself.
“Mrs. Garcia, I don’t think we should-“
 
“Ssh ssh ssh ssh!”, Tiff said with a press of her fingers against her lover’s lips.
“You know what I want to hear right now?”
 
Steven raised a finger to protest, only for Tiff to reach down and fully grasp his junk in the palm of her hand, squeezing slightly just to watch him squirm.
 
“I want to hear your body gurgle.”
 
Dr. Stewart pushed himself against the wall as Tiff laid her head on top of the plush gut he kept under his lab coat, the incessant stomach within it cranking up the heat at the feeling of such a beautiful woman so close to it.
 
“Aw! Listen to that little kitten purr!”, said the pred in a cutesy manner.
“You really think you could eat me or is that just your stomach biting off more than you could chew?”
 
In a world filled with men and women capable of eating each other without warning, there were a select few among the population whose gluttony was matched only by their physicality, growing too fat to EVER be considered prey by any pred smaller than them and leaving them as something akin to sharks in the ocean.
 
The social term for it was “apex predator”, and while the young doctor had absolutely eaten his fair share of both men AND women in his time at the hospital, the way in which he shuddered at Tiff’s touch just proved to her that she was, indeed, one of those apexes.
 
Making the teasing that much more fun.
 
“Oh, but I bet this big man right here would LOVE to be the one doing the talking…”, Tiff said playfully as she knelt down to face Steven’s crotch.
“Churning up all these babies inside of me into one big load for you to melt somebody with. I bet you wouldn’t even use me or shoot me into a condom. You’d just run you hands up and down your shaft, imagining it’s me that’s doing it for you, just so you can jizz me out into a trash can or on the floor.”
 
Tiff touched her tongue to the doctor’s bulge, causing it to twitch slightly.
 
“Just like you did with that sweet, sweet, innocent doctor…”
 
The pleasure died for a moment as those words hit the doctor’s ears, a panicked look appearing in his eyes that continued as Tiff messed with his member.
 
“How did you…”, he said breathily.
“How did you know that?”
 
“Hmm. A little birdie told me. Not that it matters much.”, Tiff said back.
“Can’t exactly say who killed her when she’s just a crummy load of baby batter.”
 
“Tiff, I-“, he said as Tiff continued to touch him.
“I don’t know anything about that.”
 
“Oh, SURE you don’t.”, Tiff said back.
“A pretty little doctor like her, fresh out of medical school and just perfect for the picking for you and Mr. Big Mean Backbreaker here.”
 
Tiff emphasized her words with a thrust of her baby belly into the doctor’s dick, instantly taking it from a semi-erection to full-on hard.
 
“I bet that I can tell you what she looked like.”, Tiff said matter-of-factly.
“Curly hair, a little bit older than me because you like the MILFs, hips that, for sure, were smaller than mine but still looked like they’d be PERFECT for sliding down your BIG, hungry cock…”
 
Stewart simply stood in place and shivered as the gentle tapping of Tiff walking her fingers up the length of his dick sent shivers up his spine, each step her nails took driving him closer and closer to climax.
 
“I bet she screamed like a bitch, didn’t she?”, she whispered.
“I bet she went down your cock kicking and screaming so much that you could barely get a word out to make fun of her. You had such a good time bringing her down that you wanted to just clench your nuts and break her right then and there, every bone in her body getting snapped with one last cry of pain, but you were on the clock. Just like you are now.”
 
Eager to keep the fun going, Tiff pressed her face against Stewart’s crotch and sucked on the wet spot steadily forming in his pants, pulling away with an audible-
 
*POP*
 
-as the semi-salty taste of his pre-cum ran wonderfully across her tongue.
 
“So how about it?”, she asked as she looked up into her lover’s eyes.
“Am I on the money or what?”
 
A grin stretched across her face seeing the doctor’s state at the moment: eyes crossed, hands trembling, teeth biting into his lip…
 
He was getting close.
 
“We don’t… need to tell anyone about this…”, he struggled to say.
“It’s all just baseless… theory. I- I have no idea what happened to Dr. Tanner. I-“
 
Disappointed by the doctor’s continued attempts to prove his innocence, Tiff decided to finish her boy toy once and for all with a few firm kisses directly atop the length of his visible shaft, and with one last press of her pillowy lips against that luscious-looking lady killer…
 
Tiffany’s favorite side of the doctor finally reared its beautiful head.
 
The buttons of his lab coat scattered across the room as Dr. Stewart’s cock ripped right through his clothes and sprung forth in all of its two-and-a-half-foot glory, that great White stallion slapping Tiff in the face slightly with its meaty girth before the cantaloupe-sized balls behind it clenched, launching a torrent of jizz past the predator’s head and onto the floor a few feet away…
 
The remnants of a nurse’s plastic I.D. card and the lanyard it was attached to melting away into the bubbling ball broth they rested on.
 
If she were in a bit more of a private setting, Tiff would’ve had the due diligence to clean up after herself by licking what remained of the digested nurse off of the floor, but considering Dr. Stewart was still on the clock, she pressed on.
 
“No offense, but your dick says differently.”, she continued.
“Tell you what. How’s about we trade secrets? If I don’t tell anybody about your little hire-‘n-fire there, then you don’t have to tell anybody that a couple of those babies you helped deliver today are yours. Deal?”
 
Shuddering now that Tiff was giving him room to breathe, Dr. Stewart shakily took off his coat and scrunched it up to fit around his dick, looking down at the woman who’d just drained him as though she were an animal.
 
“No catch.”, he said with a wave of his hand.
 
“Well…”, Tiff said back with a roll of her eyes.
“I wouldn’t mind getting called back the next time you have a little “accident” with a nurse. I’m ALWAYS in need of a check-up from a big and DEADLY doctor like you, and my kids could always do with some more siblings…”
 
The pred woman walked her fingers up the man’s thigh as she said this, only for her hand to be swatted away in favor of a simple handshake.
 
“Alright, fine!”, said Steven.
“And you promise you won’t tell anyone?”
 
Tiff smiled as she returned the shake; if there was anything she loved more than a well-hung man, it was a man feeling like he was in charge.
 
How cute.
 
“My lips are sealed.”, she said affirmatively.
 
“Well, it’s, uh… been an honor working you again, Tiff. I mean, uh, Mrs. Garcia…”, Steven said with a gasp of relief as he strained himself up as best he could.
“Make sure to take, uh… good care of the others in there. Wouldn’t want anything bad happening to them.”
 
“I will! Especially for your little nurses’ sake.”, Tiff said with a smile as she made her way towards the exit.
“Bye!”
 
With a wave of her hand, the buxom predator was on her way out the door, leaving the remaining staff with an ominous enough message to quickly take a headcount before barging into the delivery room to search for Agatha.
 
Dr. Stewart tried his best to ignore the head nurse’s screams coming out of Tiff’s room as he fashioned whatever pants he could out of his coat, wondering how the hell he was going to explain this one.
 
He’d make sure to go back and let the security know later on to erase any damning camera footage that he found; as easy as it would be to simply eat the guard and erase the footage himself each and every time, all it took nowadays was just a casual mention of how much the hospital’s donors wanted Tiff to keep coming back in order to keep making money.
 
Turns out people care quite a bit about their payroll around here.
 
Agatha, meanwhile, had already succumbed to her new mother’s body, the umbilical cord stuck to her stomach steadily sucking the life out of her with each passing second, fattening up Tiffany’s hips and tits while slowly draining her brain of all of its memories.
 
In only a matter of days, she’d be nothing more than a fetus just like the dozens that surrounded her now, and in nine months’ time, she’d be delivered at the very hospital she used to work at under a new name, given by the very woman who’d taken her old one from her without thinking twice about it.
 
What a mother to have…