This week’s picture is one I made today. I’m working on several things simultaneously so I had to go for something simple. However, I think these two ladies turned out rather good-looking and I feel therefore pleased with the hastened result this time. I only had a vague idea in mind when drawing these two, so when I later wrote the story, I thought up their personalities as I wrote.
Hope you will enjoy this and leave me a comment below and tell me what you think^^

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Thalia eyed her friend’s bloated stomach. She hadn’t mentioned it yet, but it was obvious Sarah was dying to bring it up in conversation. Her smug smirk said it all.

“So,” Thalia began, drawing out the word. “How did the party go? Anything memorable, or was it just another one?” She felt embarrassed by the stares from passersby, who often gave them a wide berth. Sarah’s swollen stomach was undoubtedly the reason, along with the faint cries for help emanating between the stomach gurgles.

“What does it look like?” Sarah replied, giving her stomach a gentle pat. “Met a couple of great guys, a few girls, drank, and danced to techno. God, I swear, techno and rap are all they play these days. I wish they’d play more rock and roll, something to really get my hips moving.”

Glorp… gurgle… Mmmmmhh... Glorp.

“And that?” Thalia said, pointing at her friend’s stomach.

“Oh, that!” Sarah said nonchalantly, flashing a clever smile that made Thalia instantly regret her question. “That’s a juicy one…”

Before Thalia could remind her predatory friend that they were walking down a public street, Sarah launched into her story.

“I was hanging out with Jim and his girlfriend, Emma. Those two have been dying for an excuse to get into each other pants for weeks now. We were on the floor when Emma suddenly shouted that she needed to use the bathroom and left. Two minutes later, Jim said the same. Can you believe how embarrassed they were when I decided to ‘use the bathroom’ too, ‘mistook’ a side room for the toilet, and walked right in on Jim banging Emma? I swear, if looks could kill, you’d find Jim in prison by now.”

“And poor Emma?” Thalia sighed.

“Red as your dress. By the way, it’s lovely. What did the photographer say?”

“He was happy with my choice.”

“Happy!?” Sarah exclaimed. “You look hot, girl. Are you sure he didn’t ask for more… or less?”

“Sarah, not everyone is as outgoing as you. But what happened next?”

“I asked if Jim had emptied himself yet, or if Emma needed help. They told me, in a colorful choice of words, to fuck off. So, naturally, I did. But with those two busy doing their thing, I needed something to brag about later. You know how competitive Jim and Emma can be about stories.”

Thalia rolled her eyes, breathing deeply as she imagined tomorrow’s headlines.

“So, I found this cute guy on the floor, a tall, handsome hunk, the predatory type. The only problem was his blonde girlfriend. One of those picture-perfect blondes with an innocent look on her face, probably partying for the first time in her life. The floor was very crowded, so they got separated a few times. One of those times, I managed to dance right up to him and chat, or shout, really, since the music was so loud. He was definitely a pred, and I managed to…”

Burp.

“…talk him into a tiny competition.”

“If I managed to eat someone without being noticed before his girlfriend came back, he could have my body at his disposal in one of the side rooms.”

Thalia facepalmed. “And since you won, what was your…?”

“That he had sex with me!” Sarah said in an upbeat tone.

“And what would the difference be?” Thalia snorted.

“None, I guess. It was practically a win-win situation.”

“And what did you do?”

Sarah’s smile widened. “I managed to get in contact with his girlfriend and told her he was waiting for her in the ladies’ room. She believed me and walked away. Then I quickly followed her, forced her into a stall, and the rest, well, you can see for yourself.” Sarah gave her gurgling stomach a slap with both hands.

“You ate his girlfriend!” Thalia said in disbelief.

“But not her shoes. Before her feet went down the hatch, I managed to pick them off. With no small difficulty, I arranged them inside the toilet stall so it would look like she was sitting there if anyone took a peek under the door. The locks on those stalls are terrible. None of them work, so anyone who wants to use a stall has to check the wide gap between the door and the floor unless they want to walk in on someone doing their business. I closed the door and left.

The guy, Martin, by the way, still hadn’t managed to catch anyone, and it was obvious I was the winner. After a couple of minutes without her reappearing, he asked a girl (I think he knew her) to look for her in the restroom.”

“If you’re so clever, Sarah, how is it that your intellect didn’t show up when we received our grades in school?”

“Hey, what do two sexy girls like us need grades for? We’re the hottest babes around; we can practically get anything we want if we just show a bit of skin. Martin, of course, was a happy loser. I got him into a side-room and got a big junk of man-meat from him.”

Thalia gave her blue-haired friend a defeated look. “He fucked you without knowing you just ate his girlfriend.”

Sarah laughed. “She screamed and kicked in there, but not as hard as he kicked up my kitty. He even caressed my stomach while doing so. One should have thought a guy recognized his girlfriend’s curves! Anyway, he came inside once, and then I gave him a blowjob so the poor blond could get his second load. So here she is, marinating in cum and stomach juice.”

Thalia shook her head. “You’re incurable. How much trouble do you think this will land you in if Martin, or worse, his girlfriend, is the child of someone important?”

“Nah,” Sarah waved her worries away and laughed. “Preds will be preds, and I never gave Martin my real name. I’ll go home, sleep it off, and when I wake up tomorrow, my big stomach will be replaced by a nasty hangover. The alcohol was good shit.”

Thalia sighed and received a playful slap on her back. Of course, she was drunk. Sarah always did stupid things when she was drunk, often leaving it to Thalia to clean up whatever mess she had created afterward. At least it looked like Sarah had managed to get herself out of it this time.

Thalia was no pred. She would choke if she ever tried swallowing anything bigger than a baby tomato, so Sarah’s shenanigans weren’t something she needed to get involved in. Looking at Sarah’s squirming stomach, Thalia thought about how strange it was that, in her clique of friends, she was the only one who wasn’t a pred.

Usually, being a non-pred among predators meant a guaranteed way of never reaching retirement age or enjoying the next summer vacation. But since all her best friends from childhood had turned out to be preds, Thalia’s experience was more in line with: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

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