Partings and Meetings
Jared had started to suspect his wife for a few weeks now. They started as a regular enough Canadian couple, but Susan was acting strange as of late, as if something was weighting on her conscience. Once, Jared arrived from work only to find his wife so interested in her cellphone that she didn't realize his presence. He smiled and approached her from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder. She almost jumped out of the couch, hiding the phone's screen away like a child caught doing something wrong.
All he managed to see from it, and quite accidently as well, was a whole lot of heart emojis, plus a "licking lips" one and the damning, infamous "sweaty" emoji. They ceetainly weren't directed at him, that's for sure. Her whole behavior was erratic and now, for the first time, Jared had seen her sneaking away from the house. He decided to follow her and get to the bottom of this, so he put to use everything he learned from his spy and noir movies and shadowed Susan's hurried steps without being noticed.
This wasn't easy, for Susan was constantly looking behind her back, like a guilty criminal. Jared's heart ached and he almost wanted to give up on the investigation. Perhaps it was best not to know...but no, it was too late now. He had to see if his only wedded love was really unfaithful, or he would forever bear a grudge that could very well be unjustified. So Jared pressed on.
It was now getting dark, and Susan had reached the most busy part of town. It was hard not to miss her amidst the crowds, but he managed to keep his sight on Susan until she stopped to talk with a tall, foreign looking woman. They spoke for just about one minute and Jared sadly couldn't hear a word of the dialogue that passed between the two of them, but suddenly they started walking away together. Jared grew nervous. A dozen scenarios started popping on his head: Susan was a closeted lesbian about to join her lover in a guilty sexual liaison, Susan was being blackmailed by the tall foreigner, the other woman worked at a gambling house or as a drug dealer and was taking his wife (who was secretly an addict) to the den of sin.
It came to appoint where Jared had to actively stop himself from thinking about it, or he would break his heart without seeing any solid proof of infidelity or scandal. He followed the pair until they reached a disreputable, dingy-looking hotel. They entered, and Jared stopped. It wouldn't do good to get inside, since he had his suspicions about what kind of hotel this way and doubted he would be allowed there alone.
All he could do was waiting outside for the pair to reemerge and confront both of them, demanding an explanation. He waited for what seemed like hours, the cold of the frosty Canadian night seeming all the more bitter due to his terrible mission as the snow began to fall and his breath became visible like the white emanations of his soul leaving his body. Just when he felt that his brain was about to turn off, the door of the hotel opened and the foreign-looking woman stepped. But she was alone.
Jared was paralyzed by confusion. Could Susan have exited from a hidden back door? Maybe she suspected she was being followed and did this to foil her pursuer. But this wouldn't do, if he couldn't confront his wife, then he would do so with her partner in crime. His moment of inaction though had allowed some ground to form between him and her, and she was about to be absorbed by a crowd, so Jared walked as fast as he could without straight up running until he caught up to her.
Now that he was seeing her closely, his fears of losing her in a crowd proved preposterous. She was taller than any Canadian woman, and most Canadian men. Jared cleared his throat to call her attention while also trying to keep his compromised eyes out of her large butt. This failing, he raised his voice and said:
"Huh, escuse me. Escuse me?"
The foreign-looking woman turned around, a puzzled but neither angry nor annoyed look on her face. Now Jared could see that she indeed was foreign, an Indian to be more specific, with darker skin, thick eyebrows and a red spot above them. With her black hair in a bun, large earings hanging from her ears and a colorful dress that seemed appropriate for warmer climates but not for the Canadian winters, she looked like a princess from the Orient lost in a modern metropoly, but her dark Asian beauty wasn't what made Jared gasp.
The Indian woman had a pair of fat tits, resting on top of an even fatter belly. Jared didn't know bellies could get so large, or protrude forward so, or be so tight-looking. Yes, tight was the correct description. Whatever it was that was bloating the tall woman so, be it food or offspring, her belly was tightly enclosing it, it's surface as taut as outstretched skin tends to look. She was breathing heavily and her face was extremely flustered.
"I'm sorry," Jared finally found the words to speak. "It's just that I happened to see you with my wife earlier and I was wondering where she could be. Are you a friend of hears?"
"...in a way," The woman answered with a heavy accent, blushing deeper. "If mister will escuse me, I do not think worthy to keep looking for his wife."
"Hm? How so?" Jared was honestly surprised by the frankness in the Indian's tone.
"It's just that...OOOOOUUUUUUURP!" A long, warm belch escaped the tall woman's mouth. "Well, you see now? The good mister's wife is sadly beyond his reach, forever, I fear."
Those words were followed by a melancholy but nostalgic patting of her belly. Jared was so confused he didn't even have time to feel disgusted by the woman's crass demonstration.
"I'm sorry, I don't quite follow you."
"You see, mister, your wife has been claimed by I." The Indian admitted, slightly proud of herself.
Jared's face grew quite red with rage, as he interpreted her word's as the boasting of a lover that had stolen a wife from her only wedded husband.
"You..." But Jared, about to speak his mind to the young woman, stopped, his anger dissipating and turning into fear. For he had cast another look at the Indian's protuding belly, and had found there the perfectly delineated shape of a woman's voluptuous body curled up in sitting position where she hugged her knees. "It...it can't be."
"Mister has understood," The Indian sighed heavily, half with sadness and half with satisfaction, caressing her gut lovingly. "His wife is now nothing but food in Kamakshi's belly."
"You...you monster! How can you do this to another human being?!"
"I am not monster, I am exchange student," The foreigner explained herself. "I enjoy your local cuisine, and your wife offered her body to me after we met in online chat room. She had the desire to be eaten alive by me and I, who only consume those who consent, the desire to eat her whole like a big piece of meat, so we only did something lawful between consenting adults."
"But my wife...my Susan could never want to do something so vile! She is the most pure woman I ever met!" But was it not moaning coming out of Kamakshi's belly? And was that not the shape of his wife, so easily recognizable to the Canadian? He stood refuted without the Indian even opening her mouth.
He saw sincere pity in Kamakshi's eyes and knew his face had betrayed how sad and humiliated he felt.
"Do not worry. The mister's wife loved him very dearly, this much is known, for she would never stop telling Kamakshi so. It's just that, even when we love somebody with our entire hearts, we can have desires that the loved one can't fulfill."
"So...she wasn't unfaithful?"
"Oh, no! Surely not. She feels attracted only to my stomach, and cares very little for the rest. It could have been anyone's stomach, in reality, but mine was just the closest one. She's a good woman, mister's wife."
Suddenly, a loud cacophony came from Kamakshi's belly, there was a thunderous rumble and a crushing sound, and her gut lost it's shape. The Indian belched loudly and heartily, not even trying to hide her lazy satisfaction with her meal.
"Mister has become a widower," Kamakshi said in a slightly apologetic tone. "His delicious wife is now no better than so much saag, bubbling in my innards.
Jared grew pale and sick, so a worried Kamakshi reassured him:
"In my religion, there is a thing called reincarnation. I'm sure the mister and his wife will be reunited someday, in a place without Kamakshi's hungry stomach to put a stop to their happiness. If it helps mister, move, he can say goodbye to his wife."
Jared hugged the Indian's gut. It was so soft...a softeness that meant disaster for his marriage.
"Susan...oh Susan..." The now single man moaned, his face pressed against the brown surface of Kamakshi's exposed middle-section. 'Why did you have to do this...? Didn't you think of me...?"
But his only answers were wet, satisfied groans and sloshes, and more of the Indian's double meaning sighs. Kamakshi gave Jared all the time in the world to expose his grief, but once he let go of her blubbery gut, she apologized and explained that she needed to go home.
"My best wishes to the OOOOOOUUUURP! to the mister, but I need to go. If the mister ever needs a friend or someone to talk to, I'll gadly be that person," And having said that, Kamakshi hiccuped solemny, turned around and walked away, burping a few times as the distance between her and the widower grew.
A few days later, Jared, still shocked into a stupor by the unespected ending of his marriage, received a letter from the mailman. Opening it without much interest, his eyes soon widened as he tore open the envelope and found not only paper inside, but also a rather small but meaningful object he instantly recognized. Holding it tightly, he read the letter. It ran thus:
Dear mister
I have found out your address through my conversation with your late wife. It was her will that whatever memento our short-lived partnership left, was to be sent for you. Perhaps the mister will be happy to know that his wife has added most nicely to her consumer's behind, which has been considered one of the most beautiful of India and certainly has some appeal in the Western lands as well. This object has been ejected from my asshole through a fart, and as it might hold some precious memories, I have sent it to you. My greatest desire is it will make you happy, for the last time we've seen one another, the mister was very sad, and it does not befit a brahmin to walk away with a man's wife stewing in their gut while the man weeps on the snow, and then forget him.
Only the best, most sincere wishes
Kamakshi
Jared's hands trembled as he held the letter. His grip tightened on his wife's wedding ring, as the memories coming from it were stronger than it's smell.
Posted by pliteki 4 months ago Report
Hey! This is the first of your stories I've read, so I don't yet know your most popular character. But Kamakshi is definitely a super hot OC. It's always arousing to see curvy, polite preds who ask nicely before eating you! Please write more of her.
One minor criticism I have is that it's not clear why she speaks only in third person. Indians don't generally talk like that, so if it's something specific to the character, I'd have liked to see why.
But either way, nice story. Keep up the great work.
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Thanks for the comment, I'll keep the criticism in mind as well for future stories
Posted by Whereaminow27 4 months ago Report
Kinda a little disappointing at the ending. :? could just be me.
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
In which way? I'm curious to see different opinions on the story
Posted by Whereaminow27 4 months ago Report
More like She ate her, he gave up, and over. Seems like she didn't even care with him at all. Idk. :? Sometin was off :/
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Hmm I see
Posted by DoctorHver 4 months ago Report
Maybe the solution would be to make sequel to the story. I would like to think if hot lady eat my wife/girlfriend I think Would probably let that hot lady also eat me :)
Posted by Dracoshippuden961 4 months ago Report
I'll be honest, I loved Kamakshi! She's a Pred with potential!
Her polite way of speaking is very appealing and it seems she'll be in stories with willing prey.
The ideas are many! Seeing the setting of this story.
PS: Where is the cover image?
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Thanks. Kamakshi is against eating unwilling people and as a result, usually feeds on those who offer themselves to her or have no sense of self preservation. Cover is AI
Posted by circustoair 4 months ago Report
I wish Canada was real
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
It stopped being real after Bill Goldberg kicked Bret "The Hitman" Hart so hard on the head it gave him a concussion and forced him to retire early
Posted by Trew 4 months ago Report
I thank you for making a stor that brought my attention to the fact that there is canadian tags on this website.
For context, guess what my nationality is.
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Certainly, you're Montenegrin
Posted by Trew 4 months ago Report
I almost dropped my maple syrup at that comment
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Curiously enough, just had maple syrup for the first time today
Posted by Trew 4 months ago Report
Nice
Posted by Trew 4 months ago Report
This is surprisingly wholesome considering the website we're on
Posted by hershey 4 months ago Report
Came here expecting the blatant stereotypes of my culture, only to be hit with the whiplash of saag (solid spinach) being used to describe girl mush.
Super neat.
Also, we say ‘sir’ instead of ‘mister’, but this was an interesting read!
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Thanks for the feedback! My knowledge on Indian customs and culture is sadly limited, but I tried to use it to make Kamakshi feel somewhat real
Posted by TableManners 4 months ago Report
Very nice
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Thanks!
Posted by lucarionardoark 4 months ago Report
I would like a sequel to the story... It could be that the man looks for her to join his wife after not being able to get over her or something like that, I don't know, he didn't do anything to deserve that pain, and it could be a happier ending... She has a lot of potential (she's like the counterpart of zuki (I don't remember her name)), plus I like willing prey.
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
There'll be a sequel, just not how most people expect it
Posted by lucarionardoark 4 months ago Report
I just want the little guy happy (╥﹏╥). By the way, I've read several stories for a long time and I thought... some stories take place in the same universe, like: "Boys' Night Out" and the "Pred Journal" series where vore is common, or Zuri's series with "Over Before it Started" where it is unknown to most, I don't know... I got curious.
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
I usually keep that ambiguous so readers can decide for themselves, but indeed several stories appear to take place in identical or at least similar universes. Well noticed!
Posted by doomed 4 months ago Report
This is actually a good size for a story . Long enough to get the job done , short enough that it doesnt drag on
Posted by zenitharms 4 months ago Report
Oh, I see. Thanks for the feedback, I’ll keep that in mind for future stories with simpler plots like this one!
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
Even though this story was short I think this might be my favorite OC of yours! A polite, consensual, yet nevertheless fatal pred.
Pretty jealous of Susan myself. She ended up brewing in the gut of a tall, young, gorgeous, and courteous Desi girl, her fat primarily ended up on said girl's ass and her husband forgave her. She really hit the jackpot!
Going back to Kamakshi, I adore how empathetic and conscious of her actions she is. Also, I'm always enthusiastic about darkskin girls in vore, so she has that going for her in my book, too.
Posted by zenitharms 3 weeks ago Report
I have a soft spot for Kamakshi myself. While she does give people an acidic demise, she's a legitimately a good person with a heart as large as her Susan-fattened ass. She's the rare type of pred you can be friends with without fearing any malicious conspiracy against your life, that is, if you don't want said end yourself. Then, she'd be happy to provide some help
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
Agreed, she's a very gentle, yet lethal soul. I enjoy how her faith ties into her view on digesting people. I'd feel very comfortable while in her presence.
I wonder how'd she'd handle an unwilling prey who was initially willing. She seems like the type to regurgitate them if she could.
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
I wonder if she'd be the type to engage in endosama or have belly pets...
Posted by zenitharms 3 weeks ago Report
I believe she would be conflicted. While eating someone without digesting and gaining nutrients would feel like wasting food, the thought of showing human warmth in such an intimate way would certainly appeal to her. If she ever found a way to control her gastric acids, I'm certain she'd at least give it a try with some open-minded, well-liked friend
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
That sounds nice, I feel like she'd make it very cozy and intimate. Would love to end up in her gut for a few hours or possibly days and then get let out. And if it doesn't work out, I get to be a part of her dumptruck ass. Not many graves better than that.
Posted by zenitharms 3 weeks ago Report
Quite the win-win situation, as far as both sides are concerned!
Posted by zenitharms 3 weeks ago Report
I believe that she would at least put some effort into freeing them, but if it wasn't possible, she'd at least try to break them as quickly as possible so they suffer less
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
I like to believe that her prey's terror could still be an avenue to make it cruel. Perhaps she'd use her hands to help break down, groping her prey and/or humping her gut to break them down while feeling a modicum of shame for deriving pleasure from it...
Posted by zenitharms 3 weeks ago Report
I do believe she'd push her prey's body to the limit, to snuffle out their life and crush both their body and their agony as fast as possible. She'd feel ungrateful otherwise
Posted by Chimera117 3 weeks ago Report
True, she has to adhere to her personal doctrine after all, so she needs to insta pulp them to end their suffering.