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“G is for… Gurglr!”
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Brian absentmindedly looked at his phone as the hours ticked away.
 
“1:23…”, he said to himself as his eyes went back to the front door.
“I knew it was too good to be true…”
 
After debating it for what had to have been years, one medical bill in the mail was all it took for Brian to consider getting willingly eaten by a predator; after consulting a predator friend of his (who honestly cared for the guy too much to end his life himself), Brian found himself downloading the one app for the job…
 
Gurglr.
 
For nearly a decade now, the app had served as the easiest way for willing prey to connect with predators all around the world ready and willing to swallow them whole; simply swipe left or right depending on who you’d like to do the job and that’d be that.
 
Get a match and that pred would be sent your location on their phone, and from there, it was only a matter of time before that predator managed to hunt you down…
 
Or at least that’s what was SUPPOSED to happen.
 
Nearly an hour had passed since the time his pred said she’d be arriving from a few towns over; sure, there was a chance she got stuck in traffic, but why not give Brian any updates?
 
He looked down at his phone again, just in time to miss the slight click of the front door before it swung open against the wall with a loud-
 
*THUD*
 
-the woman walking through not the one he’d matched with on the app, but one very, VERY different instead.
 
“Thank God, I found where you live.”, she said in a strange accent as she leaned down through the doorway.
“It was getting SO fucking hot out there…”
 
Brian backed away before falling to the floor in terror as the giant, Afro-headed woman stepped into his house.
 
“Y-You…”, he said shakily.
“You’re not Mikayla…”
 
“No, I am not.”, the Black girl said as she straightened herself out.
“My name is Jazarah, but you can just call me Jazz for now.”
 
Brian paused for a moment as he looked the woman over, amazed at her incredible height before his eyes became drawn to the yoga ball-sized gut currently sticking out from her middle.
 
“I- I- I don’t understand.”, Brian continued.
“I was supposed to meet Mikayla right now…”
 
“Hmm? Oh, right! Aren’t I silly…”, Jazz said with a laugh as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cellphone.
“I burped this up from my lunch earliah.”
 
The Amazon tossed her prize to the ground beside Brian, its slobbery wet surface a clear sign the phone was fried beyond all belief.
 
Even with the pred girl's stomach acids melting its insides, though, the woman on the phone's wallpaper was still clear as day to Brian: fat stomach, large breasts, a perfectly round face topped with reading glasses...
 
"No...", he thought to himself.
"It couldn't be..."
 
“You use Gurgluh, right?”, Jazarah asked.
 
Brian looked up in confusion.
 
“What?”, he asked back.
 
“Gurgluh. Is the app on your phone.”, Jazz said back.
“Did someone come in an eat your brains before I show up or someting?”
 
Brian paused for a moment before a lightbulb in his brain finally clicked on.
 
“Holy shit...", she said to himself.
“I think you ate my Gurglr date.”
 
Jazz let out a booming laugh upon hearing the little man's "revelation".
 
“Is that what you think?”, she asked.
“Let me tell you, my friend, any woman like me that you meet on Gurgluh is not looking for a date. They are looking to eat you up and spit out your bones. Unless you are into being dick food for guys, which I honestly can't blame you for if you swing that way."
 
"Oh, no! Uh... Y- You don't understand...", Brian mumbled.
"I was just, uh... Just..."
 
Jazarah looked from her captive to the miniature table on her right, the lone medical paper sitting atop it standing out enough with its big numbers and occasional bits of red text bringing a smile to the predator's face as she turned back to the man on the floor.
 
“Oh! I see…”, she said playfully.
“So you WERE looking to get yourself eaten.”
 
“Well, I, uh…”, Brian said back with a stroke of his hair.
“I’m suddenly not so sure about it anymore!”
 
“Why? Is it because I’m Black?”, the tall woman asked before smiling again.
“Oh, I get it. Is because I am not “the right girl” for you, isn’t it?”
 
Brian chuckled nervously; he might just get out of this yet.
 
“You just only get the chance once, you know?”, he said with a smile before Jazarah kneeled down closer to him.
“To, uh… get… eaten?”
 
“Listen. I tell you a little secret, alright?”, whispered Jazz.
"All prey goes into de toilet looking da same. Same bones, same shit, no mattah who gets to eat you. Okay?"
 
“I’m not so sure about that…”, Brian said fearfully.
 
“Oh, whatevah!”, exclaimed the predator.
“Let’s just get dis ovah with.”
 
Before he could even try to crawl away, Jazz rested one of her powerful legs on top of Brian's, pinning it to the floor as she kneeled dangerously close to him.
 
“No, please.”, he begged before pulling his wallet out from his shorts.
“There has to be some other WAY. I mean, I could pay you! I saw you looking at the home bills. My credit cards are all still there. Here! Just take them. P- Please!”
 
“Thanks, but I think I would rathah just have de meal.”, Jazz said with a smile as she threw the wallet behind her.
“I hope you enjoy your time, swimming in what’s left of your date…”
 
The pred paused for a moment to squash her stomach against her prey’s legs and gas him in the face with a noxious green-
 
*BEURP*
 
-from between her lips, the spit combined with the overwhelming smell of acids and rotting flesh bringing Brian close to tears.
 
“You and her will get along REAL nice when you are both nothing but fat on my ass.”, she said before thinking a moment.
“Actually, I hope you go to my tits. Dat woman added a lot to my ass already."
 
“No, please!”, Brian cried before his head was engulfed in the mouth of Jazarah.
 
With his flabby arms pinned to the ground as the gluttonous pred continued her meal, the formerly willing prey's fate had been sealed; with his full chest already lodged in her throat, Jazarah stood up to her full height and let gravity do most of the work, kneading his doughy stomach with her teeth slightly before sending him down her throat and into her stomach in only a couple seconds.
 
“Ugh! Waaqayyo haa abaaru!”, Jazz yelled before a crude-
 
*BUURRRP*
 
-blasted out from between her lips.
“Tasted like spoiled milk… You bettah add some good fat to my chest, or else I am eating your family.”
 
Her distended stomach simply gurgled in response, the pitiful prey man inside letting out muffled screams just as the predator before had only an hour ago.
 
Jazarah groaned to herself as she went back to crawl through the front door, her boobs already feeling heavier on her chest as she leaned down to go back outside, making sure to hook the door handle around her toe and slammed it shut with an equally powerful-
 
*THUD*
 
-leaving its insides as dead quiet as the house's wonder was sooner going to be.
 
~~~
 
The police were called to the neighborhood later that day to investigate the vandalism of a car several blocks away from where Brian had lived, its sunroof broken into, the rest of its roof caved in...
 
And a few hundred pounds of bone-filled shit filling up its inside.
 
It didn't take long to find out who was responsible; despite the face of the culprit being obscured by her Afro on nearby security cameras, the nearly nine foot height she used to push over a tree, kick her foot through the Subaru's sunroof and plant her fat butt down on top of the car before disposing of her prey narrowed the list of suspects down to only one predator known to local authorities: Jazarah "Jazz" Tadesse, an Ethiopian exchange student who'd already made quite the name for herself in recent months downing copious amounts of "Amazon X" brand dieting pills to increase her height as well as her hunger.
 
As for whose remains were left festering in the car, that was going to take a bit more time; DNA evidence usually took a couple weeks to a month to bring back any conclusive answers, and without any witnesses to the actual ingestion, chances are Jazarah was going to get away with only a light fine for the damages done to the car and possibly a public nuisance charge.
 
Nevertheless, Brian Lewis had gotten his wish of being eaten by a pred, all because of that little app known only as Gurglr.
 
I’m sure if he could rate it five stars from beyond the grave, he would.