There were many things Sasha Waybright loved about being a cheerleader. The roar of the crowd, the trophies she won. The popularity she enjoyed among her classmates, who adored and feared her in equal measure. Being Queen Bee had plenty of perks, despite the envious rivals it attracted like flies. The steady stream of teammates who failed to meet Sasha’s standards and either became pawns to push around or juicy snacks to munch on.

So many snacks.

Above all else, however, Sasha adored how with each school year, her beauty grew and grew. Sure, perhaps she was a tad vain, but every time Sasha digested some dumb bitch who couldn’t do a handstand or who broke formation, Sasha swore her hair grew glosser, her skin smoother, and her eyes full of colorful life. It was exhilarating. By the time she reached college, Sasha knew she’d outclass supermodels. Better yet, she'd win the heart of the girl of her dreams.

"That is, if I haven't already stolen it" thought Sasha with a smirk.

Of course, digesting so much meat meant putting on pounds, whether it be on her chest, gut, butt, or all three. Normally Sasha burned away the fat so that team pyramids didn’t crumble under her colossal weight and she didn’t crush girls under her mountain-shattering ass, but this came with certain advantages too.

Swaying her hips back-and-forth, Sasha glanced down. Beneath her lay Anne Boonchuy, one of her best friends. A trail of blood ran down Anne’s nose as she admired the view, watching Sasha’s skirt flip up in the breeze. The panties were white as snow and tight as latex against the massive asscheeks, leaving little to the imagination. Those phat cheeks were thicker than oatmeal and larger than hamhocks; with those pale buns framed against the sky, they reminded Anne of the moon. How meaty, how glorious. Every time those humungous asscheeks clapped together, fleshy plap plaps echoed across the empty football field.

What a one-of-a-kind show.

“Geez, Anne! Can you be any less cringe?” asked Sasha, who spoke in a smug tone, even as butterflies flapped in her gut. Round and bulbous, the cheerleader sported a hefty potbelly almost as massive as her ass. It hung off her side like an overgrown watermelon, soft and spongy to the touch, yet deadlier than any weapon. Every time the belly gurgled hungrily, vibrations reached into Anne’s very bones, shaking her insides until her loins ached with a damp heat.

Hell, Anne even spied on the Sasha's globular gut between those juicy thighs. What a beautiful sight. Anne envied the cheerleaders who vanished into that behemoth belly, filling it with their beautiful flesh. How many had lives had it claimed this year alone? Three, five dozen people? Man, it must be awesome to be a predator!

“Don’t wanna,” said Anne. She gave a thumbs up. “Cannot a girl admire her beautiful friend?”

“Not at all!” Sasha laughed. She shook her pom-poms weakly and wiggled her hips like a bee collecting pollen. Her breasts had swelled like watermelons, straining the cheerleader uniform until the fabric nearly split in two, but Anne adored a plump rump more than boobs. "But practice starts in five, so we cannot do this forever. My team would be lost without me.”

Anne shrugged. “That’s cool! I’ll stay to watch practice! Don’t think I could look away if I tried.”

A pink blush blossomed on Sasha’s face. Perhaps she was a cold-hearted bitch to everyone else, but Sasha felt truly special when Anne complimented her. Way more than she did from trophies, the praise heaped on by adults, or spending time with her shitty-ass parents. The same was true for Marcy, but that girl was so clueless to love that it'd take a nuclear warhead's worth of affection to crack that nut.

Anne, on the other hand? Winning her heart was child's play, but always fun to encourage. Whether it was a wink, a nudge, or a booty dance, Sasha would tempt Anne down the road of romance like a witch handing out buckets of candy. And the poor, lovable idiot would gobble it up every time.

"One day, I'm gonna marry this girl," thought Sasha. She waggled her humungous hips more, half-tempted to smother Anne under such thicc curves. "Mmm. Maybe during our next sleepover. Don't wanna accidentally crack her head like a coconut!"

“Thanks, Anne. I... appreciate it. You always make me feel pretty. Don't ever change. Okay?"

“Heh, why would I wanna change?" Anne gave a thumbs up. "I feel perfect right where I am!"

Sasha rolled her eyes.

"You dummy..."

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As previously established as my personal policy, I prefer to wait between 6 months to a year before reposting one of my commissions. That way, the artist entitled to their artwork gets respectable representation before I filter their creative vision through my own lens. After many delays on my part, I've given "So Long, Losers" (better known as "Sasha's Selfie" by AstroMonkey) such treatment. What I wouldn't give to talk to AstroMonkey themselves and receive feedback on this project, perhaps flesh this idea out more? Expand it to a six-parter, where Sasha devours her whole cheerleading squad and further teases Anne with her curvy gains? Alas, it seems they haven't touched their account on Aryion since early 2022.

At any rate, I hope everyone enjoys this lovely sequence, including fans who enjoyed the original. Perhaps Amphibia doesn't jump out to the forefront of everyone's mind when it comes to vore, but what can I say? Sasha Waybright is a stellar bully character and fitting antagonist for such a series; both someone who both adores her friends and manipulates their feelings, while demanding fear and respect from everyone else. Why wouldn't such a predatory personality make Sasha munch on people too?

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Art by the amazingly awesome  astromonkey

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