In the New Neighborhood
 
 
Luane twisted and turned in bed, mumbled and cursed, covered her ears with her pillow, but nothing helped. Still she could hear the absurdly loud obscene music booming from the house in front of hers.
 
"Nathan!" She shook her husband, who, somehow, could sleep through all of this. "Nathan!"
 
"Arg, is it time to go to work already...?" Nathan answered in a sleepy voice.
 
"It's thirty past midnight, and that new neighbor is still partying! She's been doing it for hours now, and it's driving me crazy!"
 
"They surely love their parties over there,"Nathan yawned and fell back to sleep.
 
"Nathan! Nathan!" Luane shook her partner again, but he was snoring. She sighed. "Guess I'll have to solve this myself. Men really aren't good for anything, are they?"
 
She got up from bed, changed her clothes and braced herself for a nightly confrontation. She didn't like it, but neither did she dislike it. It was good to reinforce the law of the neighborhood once in a while.
 
The Joneses were an average upper middle class couple in an average upper middle class neighborhood. Nathan, the husband, was a handsome enough man with a nice car and a great job. He liked sports, politics and thought that a beer once in a while didn't hurt anyone. Luane, the wife, was an attractive woman who had abandoned college after marrying to become a full-time housewife, and she didn't regret her decision one bit. She was the type that didn't tolerate any form of unruliness or disorder. She loved watching cooking shows and, for some reason, shows about nature as long as they were about birds. Her dream since childhood had been having a pretty, colorful parrot, but for some reason she had never bought one.
 
Oh, and one more thing about Luane. Se had a massive rack. Totally gigantic. These days most women had big boobs, but her tits for some reason really went beyond. She was surprisingly unaware about their size though, and couldn't quite understand why her back hurt so much.
 
Overall the Joneses were a happy, if plain, young couple. The went to church once in a while, went on trips a few times a year and planned on having children soon, but only after Nathan rose up a bit more on his job.
 
It was a slightly chilly night, so Luane got even angrier by the fact that their new neighbor was forcing her to get out of her warm, comfy bed to go put some order in the mayhem. What an awful neighbor! Since she had moved to the house in front of the Joneses', the neighborhood had descended into chaos, with wild parties full of offensive music, flashing lights, drinking, cussing, weed-smoking and other sinful behaviour literaly each and every night.
 
Not only that, but old, respectable neighbors whom Luane actually liked and was on good terms with kept moving away under mysterious circumstances. One day they were there, and in the other, as if by magic, they had moved away. There were no moving trucks, no goodbyes, just puff, and they were gone. Luane was sure they had been bothered by that despicable new woman and moved away. It was all her fault!
 
Luane had finally arrived at the doorstep of her neighbor's. It was such a nice house as well! How that vile creature had been able to afford it was beyond Luane's ability to explain. From inside the house she could hear, of course, the music which seemed to constantly be about to explode the windows, but also shouting, laughing, screams and even the occasional crass belch. What the hell was going on in that damned party?
 
Luane knocked. There was no answer. She knocked again, more furiously this time. Now, somebody opened the door. It was a blonde woman wearing a pink top, miniscule jean shorts and with her makeup incredibly smudged. She was clearly drunk as well.
 
"Excuse me!" Luane tried to get herself heard over the booming music. "Could you please turn the volume down? There are people who work tomorrow trying to sleep!"
 
"Say what?" The blonde answered. "I can't HIC! hear ya! Nice rack though. You do girls?"
 
"What? I couldn't hear you!"
 
"I said," The blonde repeated, screaming. "You do girls?"
 
"If I have pearls? I don't, although I'd really like to, but I digress! Can't you turn the volume down?!"
 
"Not pearls! Girls! I'm asking if-" Here the blonde was cut by a powerful feminine voice, that could easily make itself heard even through the music.
 
"Get yo ass 'bout of here, I got the door!" The blonde was pushed aside and there on the door stood a black woman who was more than 2 meters tall. She wore a black tank-top but had no pants, using only a puny G-String. Her tits were larger than coconuts, her hips were wider than the universe and her thighs could crush a grown man between them. "What you want?"
 
Luane had to look up so her eyes met the other woman's, but where another person could have been intimidated by the statuesque Nubian goddess, Luane was a bold creature, and looked at her impatient neighbor with authority.
 
"Could you please turn this repulsive music down?!" Luane screamed, her tone very confrontational, because she really hated that woman. "We're trying to sleep here! We need to work, if you even know what that means!"
 
The new neighbor simply looked at Luane with an expression of annoyance.
 
"Fuck you, ho!" She gave Luane the middle-finger and closed the door on her face.
 
It took some time for Luane to process what had happened, but when she did, she grew red and livid with anger. She hit the door repeatedly, screaming for somebody to open it at once. But the party continued, and she had the impression that now the music was being played even louder than before. Defeated for the first time in her career, Luane turned around and went back home.
 
Needless to say, that night she didn't sleep a second, not only because of the music and the shouting, but also because of her fury and frustration. Meanwhile, Nathan slept like a rock.
 
The next morning, Luane got out of bed feeling terribly tired, and found Nathan having breakfast in the kitchen before going out to work.
 
"Good morning!" The husband said cheerfully.
 
"Morning," The wife answered weakly. "I spent a dreadful night. Couldn't sleep at all."
 
"That's a shame. Want some coffee?" Nathan offered as if he hadn't heard her.
 
"No, thanks," Luane sat down, resting her head on her hands. "Hey Nathan, have you ever noticed that a lot of people go to our neighbor's parties, but we never see them come out of the house, neither in the night nor in the morning?"
 
"Huh? Not really."
 
"I just noticed that last night. It sure is strange, isn't it?" Luane wondered.
 
"It's probably nothing. Well," Nathan kissed his wife. "I got to go now."
 
"Let me accompany you to the car," Luane got up and followed her husband to the door.
 
When they got out of the house though, Nathan's jaw dropped and Luane gasped loudly. For, on the grass of their beautiful and well-kept backyard was the largest, most gigantic pile of steaming manure the Joneses had ever seen in their lives. It was taller than Luane and was decorated with white pieces that looked suspiciously like remnants of bones.
 
"It was her!" Luane screamed, stomping the ground furiously. "It was that monster of a woman! She shat on my flowerbeds out of spite!"
 
"Let's not come to sudden conclusions, alright?" Nathan tried to pacify his wife, already knowing to which woman she was refering to. "We have no proof it was her. It was most probably some large animal that escaped from somewhere."
 
"Oh, it was a large animal alright!" Luane said, furiously. "A complete animal that belongs in a zoo, not in this neighborhood!"
 
"Don't say that!" Nathan repproached her. "Well, I'm sorry, but I really have to go now, or I'll be late to work. And please, don't get into any arguments with our neighbors. Promise me."
 
"You can't ask me not to after she did THAT to my flowers!"
 
"Promise me."
 
"I...okay, I promise," Luane pouted. "But we'll eventually have to do something about that sick woman!"
 
"We'll think about it later," Nathan kissed his wife again and entered his car. He drove away, leaving Luane alone with the mound of shit.
 
Her eyes went to the mound, then to her neighbor's house, then back to the mound. She clenched her fists. She had made a promise to her husband, but she couldn't simply do nothing while that woman turned that until now peaceful place into a no man's land! It was Luane's neighborhood, and she would fight for it!
 
Unable to think about any way to remove all that manure from her innocent flowers, Luane returned home and spent the whole day thinking about some way to get revenge on her neighbor. When the night arrived, the party started right across the street, the loud music booming like in the previous night. Luane finally got the idea of what to do. She'd call the police! It was so obvious!
 
She simply had to call making a complaint about loud noises and the party would be over. The cops might even find some pot there and arrest that horrid woman! Luane was giggling from excitement from her plan. Soon she received a message from Nathan saying that he would get home late because of work and she giggled even more. It was the perfect opportunity.
 
"Sorry dear," She thought aloud. "I made you a promise, but nobody tells me to 'screw' myself then ruins my flowerbeds and escapes unpunished. Not in my neighborhood."
 
With a mischievous smile, Luane made her complaint to the police and was told that an officer would arrive in twenty minutes. She waited watching through the window and counting each second until the police car arrived, and when it did, she laughed out loud and clapped her hands. Now she had got them!
 
The officer knocked on the door and was allowed in by some partially drunk party animal, and the door closed behind them. Luane couldn't wait for the sounds of merry-making to die out. Perhaps she'd even see some people coming out on cuffs! But the time kept passing, Luane kept waiting, and nothing happened.
 
The music persisted, and so did the shouting and laughing and cussing. If anything, it had grown even more intense than when the cop arrived. It was really strange. Something awful was going on!
 
"Police is so unreliable these days!" Luane blushed from frustration. "I'll go there myself then, and if that, that...wench tries to close the door on my face again, I'll force myself in!"
 
So, bold as a crusader marching towards the East, Luane walked towards that infernal house and, once gain, knocked on the door. This time the door was answered by a good-looking shirtless guy with "Snack for later" written on his forehead with a black marker. He didn't appear to be as drunk as the blonde from the previous night, but he also wasn't entirely clean.
 
"What's up?" The man asked.
 
"Let me in! I've..." Luane suddenly had an idea. "...I've been invited to the party!"
 
"Oh, I see, with those fat tits you must be one the hookers we called!" The man laughed and Luane blushed angrily. She had to control herself not to say anything and just play along. "Come in, everybody is waiting! The host was going to show us one of her party tricks!"
 
Luane followed the shirtless dude into that snake's den. It was dark but there were flashing lights. If the music was awful from the outside, inside it was intolerable. Luane could smell weed in the air, and all around her people hopelessly drunk and wearing way too few articles of clothing we're making out on the floor as well as over and under the furniture. Everywhere people danced, chatted and drank heavily.
 
Luane looked around extremely repulsed. It really wasn't a place for her, but she had to find the cop and the party's host. She'd have a serious talk with her and put an end to her disorderly behaviour once and for all. She searched the party for a few minutes, but it didn't take long to identify whom she sought after, considering how tall she was.
 
There her neighbor was, dancing erotically with lots of energy, her belly now hiddeously bloated and shaking violently from side to side. Luane wondered how much beer it took to get a gut that size. On top of the woman's afro, was a blue police cap. What the hell had happened to it's owner, Luane didn't know.
 
"Hey! You!" Luane called the tall woman, who stopped dancing and looked at the busty gatecrasher not without some amusement.
 
"Cut the music!" The ebony lady screamed, and her orders were followed. Then, she turned her attention back to Luane. "Wha you want?"
 
"I need to have a conversation with you like two mature adults! But first, where's the police officer?"
 
Everyone on the party had stopped to pay attention to the confrontation between the two neighbors, but when Luane said this they all broke out laughing. The black woman just smiled sardonically, patting her belly gently.
 
"What's so funny?!" Luane threw enraged looks at the partygoers around her. "You guys should be afraid! You could get in some serious trouble!"
 
"The cop ain't in the mix no more," The tall woman said, then added. "We kicked things off on the wrong foot yesterday, so let’s fix that. Name's Zuri, and you a whole snack. Why don’t you roll with us for the party?"
 
Zuri patted the other woman on the back, but Luane pushed her hand away.
 
"After that shit you took in my backyard?! As if I'd want to make up with the likes of you!"
 
"Oh, dat!" Zuri laughed. "I just saw them flowers and thought they could use some fertilizer. I even hooked 'em up with some calcium too."
 
"You beast!" Luane's anger had reached a boiling point. She gesticulated fervorously as she spoke, making her tits bounce. "You come to a neighborhood of good, decent, hard-working people and think you can do whatever you want! With your loud infernal music that only talks about shaking asses and fornication, with your endless supply of alcohol, with your pot and whatever else you guys have here, with your shouting and your cussing! Have you no sense of shame, woman?! You don't have to work? Good for you, but most of us have! I don't know what goes on in that brain of yours, but you are all like that! People like you are the source of all the problems in our country!"
 
Several people gasped, and Zuri's smile disappeared while she raised an eyebrow. Suddenly one partygoer stepped forward, staring at Luane with disapproval.
 
"Dude...are you fucking racist?" He asked, pointing at her inquisitively.
 
"W-What? No, of course not! Just because I said 'people like you'? I didn't mean her race!"
 
"Nah, that was pretty racist if you ask me," A drunken girl said. "What do you think, Zuri?"
 
"Kinda racist," The massive woman said, clearly trying to be serious when in reality she wanted to laugh.
 
There were screams of "Fucking racist!" and "Nazi!" all around the house, and empty beer cans were thrown on Luane, who was about to cry.
 
"I'm not a racist, goddamit! You guys are misunderstanding me! Anything I have against her is completely personal!"
 
"Aight, you can show you ain't racist if you feel like it," Zuri said, turning around and leaning forward. "By kissing my fat, black ass!"
 
"WHAT?! NO WAY, YOU DERANGED WOMAN! I'D NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
 
There were new cries of anger from the partygoers, and more objects being thrown at Luene. The busty woman was at her limit, and being acused of being a racist so much was making her feel bad.
 
"FINE! I'll do it! I don't need to prove anything to anyone, but if it'll shut your mouths, then I'm willing to submit myself to this, this...humiliation!"
 
Having said that, Luene approached Zuri's rump. She gulped.
 
"What you waitin' for? Go on, kiss it," The black woman said, or rather, ordered.
 
Luene puckered her lips and closed her eyes. Her head slowly approached those massive buttocks. As soon as the white woman's lips met the skin of the other woman's behind, she recoiled as if she had received an eletric shock.
 
"There! I did it! Satisfied?!"
 
"You call that a kiss? You gotta put some more fire in it!" Was Zuri's reply.
 
"You gotta be kidding me!" Luane protested, but went again. This time she smooched the black buttock for a longer time and with more intensity.
 
"Did I say just kiss it? Nah, I meant you gotta put your mouth on it for real!" The tall woman said, amusement in her powerful voice. "Use yo' tongue!"
 
Luane was disgusted, but there was no turning back now. She started french-kissing the other woman's large behind like it was her lover's mouth, and perhaps got so invested in it that forgot to stop. When her tongue touched the space between the two massive buttcheeks though, it was sucked by a powerful force, causing her entire head to be engulfed by Zuri's ass.
 
There were laughs and impressed gasps from the other partygoers, and muffled cries from Luane. But the woman kept being devoured by her neighbor's fat, hungry ass. Luane's massive tits got stuck for a few seconds, but eventually Zuri's rump managed to suck them in, and after that, the rest of Luane's torso and waist went up smoothly.
 
Soon there were only a pair of white legs dangling out of the fat behind, kicking the air uselessly. Even those were sucked in though. Zuri's ass "belched" after it's meal by farting up Luane's shoes on the floor. The partygoers went crazy, cheering their host drunkenly and laughing like lunatics.
 
"Ayo, put the music back on!" Zuri ordered, and the music started playing again.
 
The black woman resumed her dancing, this time with a belly twice as large as before, and with each movement the contents of her stomach were thrown from one side to the other with a sloshing sound. Luane had fallen on top of an unconscious, hatless police officer so sunken in acid the woman couldn't even tell what their gender was. She screamed. She stopped when she heard a voice coming from outside her prison, a voice that she recognized.
 
"Damn! You really did it!" Said the voice.
 
"Nathan!" Luane screamed in reply, punching the stomach walls. "You are here! Oh Nathan, please, help me get out!"
 
"Sorry, sweetheart," Her husband said. "But you're going to have to stay there."
 
"Nathan...?"
 
"I've married you for your rack, that's true," The man said. "But I've always been more of an ass guy, and when I met Zuri, well, I just fell in love instantly! Now that I've tasted chocolate, I'm never going back."
 
"That can't be true," Luane had started to cry. "What about our vows?"
 
"Just finished flushing my wedding ring," Nathan said, cheerfully. "Did you know that Zuri had a custom toilet made for her? It's huge, but that's the only way for it not to clog. Try imagining what she dropped in your flowers in a regular toilet bowl! Just wouldn't work, right?"
 
"Oh Nathan!" Luane's crying intensified.
 
"Forget about her," The woman heard Zuri's voice coming from outside. "Pushin' all that meat up my ass got me feelin' real freaky. Let's bounce somewhere private so we can have some fun."
 
Nathan and Zuri went to her room, and the man took off his clothes and laid on the king-size bed of the house's owner. The woman removed her tank-top and G-String and sat on top of the white man. Just the feeling of being beneath that massive woman gave Nathan a raging hard on, and Zuri allowed the erect cock to enter her meaty black pussy.
 
Zuri rode Nathan wildly, her tits and engorged belly bouncing as she did so. The bed creacked loudly, threatening to break due to the weight and all that action. Luane could only sob as she heard her husband and her hated neighbor fucking like she and Nathan had never done before.
 
"Stop! Stop!" Nathan suddenly said, sweating and breathing heavily. "I'm all out of fuel!"
 
"Wha'd you just say?"
 
"My balls," Nathan explained. "You emptied them already. I can't go on anymore."
 
"Already?!" There was frustration in Zuri's voice. "You gotta be fucking playin' with me! I barely came and yo' balls already bone dry?!"
 
Zuri furiously got up from Nathan, releasing his cock from her pussy's warm embrace. There was only a bit of fluid coming out of her cunt, but the man's tool was already going flacid. The black woman stared at her tired partner with a very annoyed expression on her face. He smiled awkwardly at her.
 
"I'm really sorry babe, your fanny's just too strong for me to handle. Give me an hour to recover myself and we can go at it again."
 
"An hour? Don't fuck with me, lover boy!" Zuri grabbed Nathan by the neck, to the man's surprise and horror. "I thought you had somethin’ in you, but lookin’ at you now, you just meat."
 
"Babe, what are you doing?! I thought we had something special going on!"
 
"Dudes only here to smash and chow down. If you can't make me bust, you just good for grubbin'," Zuri opened her mouth wide and leaned down towards Nathan.
 
"No! Please! I left my wife for you, babe! You can't do this to me! No, no, no...NO!"
 
Two minutes later, Zuri was licking her fingertips and rubbing an even larger belly. Inside her stomach, quite the fight was taking place. It looked like reuniting a cheating husband and a betrayed wife in such a tight place could only lead to indigestion, but Zuri didn't really care. If the meat she ate wanted to fight each other, what could she do about it?
 
The black woman started dressing herself. She had to go back to the party. There was more beer to drink, more pot to smoke, more music to dance to, and most importantly, more food to eat.
 
 
...
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
 
An earth-shaking belch echoed through the entire neighborhood as Zuri released the gas from her over-crowded stomach. She sighed, satisfied.
 
The black woman was sitting on the floor of her living room with her thick legs wide appart. The music had stopped, the house was a mess, but she was really enjoying her afterparty. Protruding forward like a dark mountain was her oversized belly, considerably larger than her entire body. It squirmed non-stop, and on it there were several imprints of bodyparts of the people trapped within it's chamber.
 
From it emanated the cries and pleas of Zuri's meals, but she couldn't quite understand them. They all thought it was so funny when she ate or turned somebody into her buttsnack, but when they joined the menu themselves, they reacted like that? What did they think they had been invited for? To satisfy her hunger, of course!
 
The pile of writhing bodies inside her gave her pleasure. Throwing parties only to eat all the guests one after the other was a lot of work, but it definetely paid off. She'd been doing this for some days now, and she planned to continue doing it until she grew out of people to invite or grew tired of partying.
 
The only question that remained was, once she was done digesting all those drunken men and women, in whose backyard would she dump them?