As Saint drifts off to sleep you feel the same need take over you. The warm walls of her stomach and the rhythmic beating of her heart lull you into a sleep. Your eyelids feel heavy and in no time you find yourself succumbing to your tiredness. Maybe when you wake up all of this will be over, one way or another. But that isn’t the case. You awake to yourself being jostled around. You wonder about what exactly is going on in the outside world but all you have to work with are theories.

Meanwhile Saint wakes up and gets out of bed. For a second she wonders why she’s in an unknown room but once the early morning drowsiness passes she remembers. She gives her bloated gut a rub and begins to search for her swimsuit. She isn’t going to let a big meal stop her from having a fun day with her friends. She reaches for her phone and…

“MIERDA!!!” she shouts (loud enough for you to be able to hear it) as the realization her phone is back in her suite hits her. Even worse, she didn’t even have her room key on her. Saint groans but having no other option she leaves your room. Surely her friends can’t be too hard to find. They do stick out in a crowd. With a plan set, Saint grabs her swimsuit and puts it on. At first she struggles with it as it had definitely gotten tighter (more accurately she was getting bigger) but after what may have been an hour she finally does it. The process wasn’t great for her occupants in her gut either. Every movement and struggle she made shaked you and your fellow occupants. The gut stew you were forced to sit in would be splashed all over you. The grossness of the situation caused someone to start struggling again but you're not sure who.

Despite wearing a swimsuit that now left very little to the imagination, Saint leaves your room to go search for her friends. With every step she takes her belly bounces and swings with you along with it. Surprisingly enough the movement isn’t nauseating for you but the increased movement of her digestive fluids makes you wonder if your demise is only being sped up. As Saint walks around the resort in search of her friends, catching the gazes of many. Some stare out of fear, worrying that they would share the same fate as her prey, others out of morbid curiosity, and some simply because they found the whole thing hot as hell. Some may have felt embarrassed by the extra attention while others might feel better about themselves. Saint was part of neither of these groups. She simply did not care if people stared. Yet none who were staring were Saint’s friends.

“ASHE!”
“VIC!”
“WASABI!”

It didn’t matter whose name she called, her friends were nowhere to be seen. The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes turned to hours and as the time passed, Saint’s swimsuit only got tighter and tighter. She was running out of time before she would have to run around the resort naked. It is now sunset and Saint felt exhausted from her searching, her uncomfortable clothes, and lugging around a big gut full of meat that got rounder and rounder. Your situation isn’t much better. As her search carried on, you only felt weaker and weaker. You know the end is near and when the sun begins to set, you close your eyes one last time, thinking of your poor wife and friend that you got into this mess.

“Hmmm, I wonder where Ashe we- BHWORP!!!” Saint belched sending your and your wife’s wedding rings to the pool deck. The great burp that escapes the wolf’s mouth announces the end of your life. Saint bends over to pick the two rings up (after all they might be worth something) with her gut now sloshing with meaty stew that used to be her prey. In a cruel sense not even death itself could do you and your wife apart now as you are now both together as fat on Saint’s massive culo.

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