*BANG BANG BANG*
 
“Open up!”, the young woman yelled as she pounded her fist on the front door before her.
“I know you’re in there, you fucking murderer!”
 
It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence to have somebody pounding angrily at the door at this address at this time of day; the predator that lived there tended to bring quite a couple angry people into this otherwise quiet suburbia due to ending so many lives around town with her bottomless appetite and today seemed to be no exception.
 
Today’s irate intruder went by the name “Woffee” online, a reference to her older sister (aptly named “SSSniperwolf”) who was recorded being eaten alive on her own Instagram livestream by Erin Douglass (the pred woman who lived at this address who’s husband, Jack, her sister had been feuding with online) only a few weeks ago.
 
Try as might to reclaim her sister’s fame in the days since her death, she just didn’t have the charisma (or the looks, which is what REALLY drew in the viewers, mostly) to pull it off, so she was here, pounding on the door of the woman who’d taken away her claim to fame in a vain attempt to get it back.
 
Lucky enough for Woffee though, her prayers were answered in the form of Erin herself answering the door, huffing in frustration as the thin white dress she wore as a casual get-up ripped and tore over her plentiful, pear-shaped curves.
 
“Oh my God, what?”, she said in an exasperated tone.
 
Woffee paused for a moment, too genuinely exhausted from knocking as hard as she was to think of much else to say to her sister’s killer besides-
 
“God, you’re fatter than I thought you’d be.”
 
“Uh, thanks?”, Erin said back.
“Remind me who you are again?”
 
“You ate my fucking sister.”, yelled Woffee.
“You better know who I am if you feel comfortable doing that.”
 
Erin put her hand to her forehead; how were all of these prey girls so DUMB?
“Okay, no offense, whatever your name is, but I’ve eaten WAY too many people’s sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers, etcetera, for me to know who you’re talking about.”, explained the predator.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
 
Working herself up at Erin’s ignorance, Woffee let a couple tears run down her face to draw out the dramatic appeal to her plea.
 
“SSSniperwolf.”, she said with shaky breath.
“You ate my sister SSSniperwolf a few weeks ago. She was filming something on her Instagram and you FUCKING ATE HER.”
 
All at once, a lightbulb went off in Erin’s head in realization.
 
“Oh!”, she said aloud.
“Oh, you’re skinnier than she was…”
 
Woffee looked on in confusion.
 
“What did you just say?”, she asked.
 
“Nothing, nothing…”, Erin said with a dismissive wave.
“Hey, so I’m a little bit busy right now with stuff around the house. If you wanted to just, like, come in and sit down for a bit and talk it out, I’d be SUPER fine with that.”
 
The pred woman drummed her fingers atop the flabby gut in her dress as she eyed her guest down; even if she couldn’t QUITE remember if SSSniperwolf was a worthwhile meal or not, the thought of having a second taste of an internet celeb was too tempting to resist.
 
Woffee, on the other hand, was less than enthusiastic about the opportunity.
 
“What is there to talk about?”, she said with a sob.
“You killed my fucking sister and she isn’t coming back.”
 
“Okay?”, Erin said back with a shrug.
“Then why are you here?”
 
The younger woman looked around for a bit before her eyes settled on the plush body of her sister’s killer; what really WAS she going to do about this?
 
“I just…”, she said aloud.
“I just want to talk like adults.”
 
“That’s the spirit.”, Erin said with a tap of the door.
“Just come in and we can get everything ALL sorted out…”
 
With a huff of disappointment and a wipe of the tears from her cheek, Woffee followed Erin’s instructions and walked through the front door with the pred closing it behind her…
 
Locking the door to ensure she couldn’t escape what came next…
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twelve minutes later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
To say the “discussion” went well on Erin’s part would be an understatement.
 
Before a full sentence had even left Woffee’s mouth, Erin spun her around and shoved her prey’s head inside of her drooling maw, contemplating whether to swallow her whole right then and there before a faint tap on her teeth from the young model’s neck gave her a much better idea.
 
With a definite bite into the poor girl’s flesh, Erin twisted her head around and ripped Woffee’s own head right off of her neck, causing her limbs to tense up for a moment before going limp.
 
Blood poured like a fountain out of the young woman’s body onto her killer, coating Erin’s face, the front of her dress and a decent chunk of the floor in the process before Erin grabbed the nearest throw pillow off of her couch and tried to plug up the wound as best she could with it…
 
Completely forgetting her victim’s head was still trapped in her mouth until a bit of hair began tickling the back of her throat.
 
The rest of her prey now wrapped in her arms, Erin slowly dragged the girl’s body across the floor as she sucked on Woffee’s severed head like a jawbreaker, her tongue, teeth and monstrously powerful throat ripping skin and blood from bone so much that, by the time Erin sat down in her favorite chair, little more than a bleach white skull was left by the time she spat her trophy back out and rolled it to the side of the chair to mess with later.
 
With the pièce de résistance now out of the way, Erin was left with little choice but to continue her meal in absolute banality, digging her teeth into the dead model’s flesh and ripping piece after piece from her skeleton like a vulture might pick from a dead zebra.
 
Sure, the irony taste of Woffee’s blood flowing down her throat and coming back up it with every piggish burp she’d let out was fun, but besides waving the woman’s severed arm at her husband as he passed by, there was little joy to be had in picking the bones of the thin woman clean bite after savage bite.
 
No chewy curves, a rather bitter body lotion covering her skin…
 
Even her organs had begun to grow cold by the time she began slurping those up…
 
In less than an hour’s time though, Erin’s meal was done, every last inch of meat and bones (which were swallowed as well because throwing them out in the trash can last time had scared the neighbors a bit) now sat broiling away in the pred girl’s stomach, already filtering into her intestines and padding out her curves even more as Erin casually browsed her phone.
 
*GRRROOOAAAAN*
 
A wayward groan from her stomach brought her eyes away from the screen. This wasn’t the usual hunger she’d been feeling, staring at delicious-looking person after person on TikTok…
 
No, this was something much, much different…
 
“Oh, God damn it… It’s been thirty minutes!”, Erin said with another stray glance at her phone.
“Are you seriously wanting out already?”
 
Another round of angry gurgling gave way to a loosening in the predator’s intestines, culminating in a wet yet powerful-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-bellowing out of her ass and into the back of her dress.
 
“Pfft! Figures.”, Erin groaned before wriggling herself out of her chair.
“Toothpicks like you always want out as soon as you get swallo- *UORP* -owed. After you die, at least…”
 
Erin picked at her teeth as she looked down at her red-and-white dress, whatever wasn’t soaked through with blood to the point of being see-through readily ripping and tearing around the plush curves that had forced their way into any and all space the dress had before.
 
“Oh!”, she groaned aloud as she dug her hands into the fabric.
“You’re lucky I was throwing this away already…”
 
And with that combined with a simple-
 
*RIP*
 
-the blood-spattered dress was torn into pieces by the gluttonous predator, leaving her fully in the nude as she gazed down at her goddess-like curves.
 
Her swollen breasts rested atop her rounded out stomach, milk both dripping down her front and streaming like a shower onto the hardwood floors…
 
Her yoga ball-size gut had shrunk down considerably in the time it took to digest Woffee, now nearly that of a woman nine months pregnant as it bubbled and churned away at its prey…
 
Even her already large legs had gained a few pounds from her gory meal, widening her hips by a couple inches and making her butt even more plush and ridden with cellulite…
 
For being as much of an ass as she was, coming to a YouTuber’s house and berating his wife for something as small as eating her sister, Erin was surprised at how evenly Woffee had been distributed throughout her body.
 
*GRRRRR*
 
Less surprising, though, was everything that HADN’T gone to Erin’s curves wanting back out as quickly as possible.
 
As much instinct as she had to walk into the bathroom and flush what was left of the girl down the toilet like the worthless pile of shit that she was, another thought came into her mind just like the one earlier telling her to bite off Woffee’s head. Speaking of which…
 
“Come here.”, she said as she reached down and grabbed the skull off the floor before waltzing towards her dining room.
“You are helping me make some content.”
 
At that, Erin hopped atop the dining table (the poor thing creaking under her weight as she did so) and got herself comfy, taking her phone and placing about a couple feet behind herself in order to record her aforementioned “content”: not for YouTube like her husband, of course, but instead for a site a bit more suited to her lifestyle.
 
A friend at work had recommended to her a website called “OnlyFeed”, a subscription-based service where horny patrons could go online and be inundated with sexualized photos and videos from the hottest preds on the internet for only a few dollars a month.
 
Seemed ridiculous to Erin at first (so ridiculous, in fact, that the first video she’d uploaded to the site was of her gassily digesting the friend who’d recommended it to her over the course of a couple hours), but once the subscription money started to rival what she made at her ACTUAL job, the monthly uploads steadily became weekly and even daily at times, with the one she planned tonight being the third of the week so far..
 
Still, for as much as she was uploading, her lack of internet savviness was clear to anyone of her thousands of subscribers, fumbling with the camera and even asking her husband to come in and help her out with the set-up from time to time; this time, however, she managed to get things JUST right.
 
Then again, her bottom heavy figure tended to look nice at ANY angle…
 
“I was thinking about keeping this for a second befo- *OORRP* -before I realized I don’t fucking care, so we’re just gonna see how long it takes my ass to break this thing.”, the pred said casually before raising her butt with her hand and slipping the skull in her hand underneath.
“Alright! Here we go.”
 
Just as the words to count down were leaving the housewife’s lips, Woffee’s skull decided to give the camera a great visual, shattering into pieces underneath the fat of Erin’s ass and causing the camera to shake as the seven-hundred-plus pound woman made contact with the table.
 
“Huh. Lasted longer than I thought she would.”, Erin said aloud as she swiped the pieces out from around her and leaned back to reach something behind the camera.
“Then again, she was SUPER fucking dumb, showing up to my house like I was just gonna bring back her sister from being fat on my ass or something, so I guess it makes sense that she’s got a thick skull.”
 
Some loud ruffling could be heard in the background as the predator pulled out a pitch black trash bag and held it against the back of her ass, the plush fat of her butt cheeks being pushed inwards like dough as she did so.
 
“Alright. Let’s get to the good stuff.”, the predator said with a casual flick of some bone fragments off to the side.
“Hate to keep Brainless here waiting…”
 
Before the real show began, another foul-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew its way out of Erin’s exposed asshole directly onto the phone behind her, covering the camera with sweat and brown specks of something before a two-foot-thick log of bone-packed shit began sliding its way out of her colon and into the bag below.
 
Pound after pound of the model-turned-manure filled the bag that Erin held, its flow occasionally interrupted by noxious farts being blasted into the camera before Erin finally decided to pipe up with something that wasn’t just a loud burp.
 
“Oh yeah, I guess I’m supposed to say something to the viewers, aren’t I?”, she said aloud.
“Liking the view back there, b- *UUOOORRRRP* -oys? Yeah, I bet ya it would look a whole lot better if you were padding it out just like this bitch is here, huh?”
 
The dead silence aside from the slimy sound of her shit and groaning of her stomach brought her back to reality more than she thought it would.
 
“Ugh! Still can’t believe you guys pay to watch this monthly…”, grumbled Erin.
“Lose- *UUURRRP* -ers.”
 
As hard as it was to believe, quite a few of the pred woman’s “paying customers” on OnlyFeed actually enjoyed her dismissive nature towards her prey and these videos in general; something about the mundanity she expressed completely destroying men and women alike was just so raw and spontaneous.
 
Case in point, when she pulled the bag away from her rear upon emptying her bowels, only to flip herself around in her chairs, bring the bag closer to her crotch and begin urinating loudly into the plastic tomb Woffee was being buried in without much comment.
 
“Rest in piss, I guess.”, she said before pressing the bag even closer to her crotch.
“Fuck me, she made a lot…”
 
The volume of her urine steadily increased as Erin pictured the comments on this video in her mind: “Talk about liquid gold”, “I call dibs on the downstairs tap!!”, “u think her husband gets that for free?”…
 
God, she hated the internet…
 
As bored as she was of all the horny prey guys online, her momentary frustration with them had caused her to completely zone out of recording the video until her insides had finally been emptied, the bag left filled to the max and audibly sloshing from the amount of liquid and solid waste currently packed inside of it.
 
With another loud belch, Erin reached to her side and grabbed some sticky notes and a marker from just out-of-frame before using the latter to scribble something down onto the former, slapping the note atop the bag and holding in front of the camera for all to see.
 
“2/10”.
 
“I forgot to ask for her name.”, she said before a rank-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blasted out of her ass as she looked into the camera.
“Thought about writing “gut fat” on there, but that would’ve been giving her too much credit. That and she went STRAIGHT to my FUCKING ASS just like her sister did, I think, so even THAT would be giving her too much credit.”
 
At that, the curvy pred woman set the bag down onto the floor and sat down atop her chairs once more, leaning down towards the camera to ensure copious cleavage was taking up the shot.
 
“Mrs. Wolf, or whatever the fuck your name is, please tell your kids to stop visiting my house.”, the pred said to the camera.
“My husband lives here, my dogs live here, and I would really prefer not going up MULTIPLE CUP SIZES every time I eat one of your dumb ass daughters. For real, look at this…”
 
She lifted up her breasts and dropped them down onto the table with a loud *THUD* for emphasis.
 
“Added a couple POUNDS to them.”, Erin said before taking both boobs into her mouth and sucking nearly a gallon of milk out from them.
“And they made my milk taste like the shit that I keep making them into.”
 
The rather bitter mouthful of breast milk was sent down her throat in a single powerful swallow, forcing another loud-
 
*BUURRRP*
 
-back up Erin’s throat alongside a couple of bone fragments belonging to what was hopefully the last of SSSniperwolf’s siblings.
 
“So please, if you somehow find this video, which I know you will, please don’t try messing with me.”, Erin said calmly.
“Because if you do, I will fucking destroy you like I did SSSniperwolf and whatever the hell this girl’s name is.”
 
Feeling herself getting a bit heated over two women that were already dead, the housewife leaned over to turn the video off, only to stop herself before she did solely so could vent just a little bit more.
 
“Matter of fact, why don’t I just have you over for Thanksgiving?”, she asked.
“Yeah, just bring the whole wolf pack down here so I can KEEP YOUR I.Q. OUT OF THE GENE POOL BY ADDING YOUR ENTIRE BLOODLINE ONTO MY ASS. Because what you WANT, isn’t it? Hmmph! Fuckin’ boneheads... Have fun burying another empty coffin, morons.”
 
And with that last little insult, Erin turned off the camera and ended Woffee’s chances at redemption once and for all.
 
Come morning, Erin would be throwing out what was left of the poor girl in the trash can outside for her to be picked up by the garbage man later that afternoon while she was at work and while Jack was recording videos.
 
Erin’s video, however, was uploaded nearly at midnight the night before, mostly so the notifications coming in from her subscribers commenting and fawning over her luscious curves would be the first thing she’d see in the morning and quite the welcome interruption at work.
 
On second thought, maybe more of SSSniperwolf’s family meeting a grisly end in her gut wasn’t such a bad idea after all…