The Meek Shall Inherit (Comm)
 
 
Cassandra was eating a protein bar and reading a book of 19th-century poetry, just minding her own business in the college cafeteria when she saw two grinning figures approaching and rolled her eyes:
 
"Urgh, here we go again..." She sighed
 
"Heeeeeeey, look, Samantha, it's Creepy Cass ♡" A bubbly blonde said, in a sing-song voice.
 
"And she's reading one of their boring old books again ☆" The other equally blonde added. "Boy, she never tires of them, does she, Sabrina?"
 
"Get lost," The petite goth snarled without taking her eyes off her book.
 
"Oh my, seems that Creepy Cass is crabby today!" Samantha giggled. "Say, I've got some panties to iron so I was wondering if you could be a darling and help a friend out. What do you say, you're free on Saturday, board?"
 
The blondes laughed, while Cassandra's pale cheeks gained a bit of color. She was a goth, very thin and very petite, with no boobs and little butt to speak of, although she had a good taste for alternative clothes. Her dark vestuary and raven-black short hair made a startling contrast with her incredibly white skin, which was half part of her gothic lifestyle and half due to a languid, sickly nature. She was the only goth girl in college, perhaps in the town, and as such had a hard time fitting with the multiple social tribes in that environment.
 
Her two tormentors on the other hand were two of the most popular girls in college, although this couldn't be attributed to the goodness of their nature or the sharpness of the mind, both of which they had none. They were the stereotypical uber-bimbos, with blonde hair and tanned skin, besides unbelievably slutty outfits that put college dress code to a test on a daily basis.
 
Although they called Cassandra "Creepy Cass" a case could be made that Samantha and Sabrina were rather creepy themselves, at least their obsession with looking as identical to each other as possible was. They always made sure to wear the same haircuts, tan their skin to the same tone and wear matching outfits. Their facial features were different but had some similarities that, added to all the rest, did a good job of passing them as sisters or at least cousins, although everybody could still tell them apart from one another no matter how overcommitted they were to their bit.
 
It was rather a difference in anatomy more than anything else that gave them away, for even though both women were busty and fat-assed, Samantha had the larger breasts, each tit more massive than her empty head, while Sabrina had a gigantic ass that made sure to destroy each and every pant she wore and escape from beneath every skirt. The clear contrast between their thickness and Cassandra's thinness was a source of great satisfaction to the two peroxide blondes.
 
"What's that trash you're reading now?" Samantha asked, rather impatient to wait for an answer, instead grabbing the book out of Cassandra's hands.
 
"Hey, give it back!" The goth got up from her seat angrily.
 
"Let's see: 'The Assyrian came down like a wolf in the fold'..." Samantha read, then laughed. "Poor Creepy Cass, she's so self-conscious about her figure, she even reads about ass! Isn't it sad, Sabrina?"
 
"Makes you cry ♡" Answered the other blonde with incongruous cheerfulness. "Maybe she thinks too much about mine?"
 
"I wouldn't be surprised by that ☆" Samantha giggled in response.
 
"Cut it off, you two!" The goth girl protested, trying to contain her anger. "Give me my book back!"
 
She advanced towards Samantha, but Sabrina pushed her from behind and Cassandra fell with her face right into the blonde's cleavage. The two blondes cackled like two wicked old witches, and Samantha pressed the goth's head with her two gigantic tits, while she tried to get away in vain.
 
"My, my, I never knew you swung that way, Creepy Cass!" Samantha teased, still giving the smaller girl a suffocating head massage with her soft meat bags
"I've always had my suspicions, ya know," Sabrina's eyes teared up from laughter, the popular girl enjoying the cruel joke she pulled.
 
"I'm not into girls though, at least not ugly ones," Samantha said, finally allowing Cassandra to remove her head. The goth was breathing in deep, her face reddened and face covered in a mix of her own sweat and the blonde's cleavage sweat. The two mean girls cackled again.
 
"That wasn't funny. Nothing you two ever do is!" Cassandra finally blew up. "I've got a mirror in my house, I know how I look and don't need you two numbskulls always making the same jokes every single day to remind me I'm not obscene bimbo like you!"
 
"Geez, that's the way to speak to your friends?" Sabrina scolded the goth with mock sadness. "Can't you take a joke? Arg!"
 
"See what you did, Creepy Cass? Now Sabrina's sad! Apologize to her, now!" Samantha crossed her arms below her heavy chest.
 
"What? No way!" The goth was growing angrier by the minute.
 
"Apologize!"
 
"No!"
 
"Well, then I'll keep this book of yours, at least until you learn to correct your mistakes," Samantha lectured the petite woman and hid her poetry book inside her cleavage.
 
"You can keep it!" Cassandra turned around and walked away with strong steps, buffing furiously all along. "Maybe reading a book for once in your life will do you good!"
 
Samantha and Sabrina exchanged a look and burst out laughing, then instantly started brainstorming a way to turn the book into a tool for further harassment of their "friend". Cassandra sighed.
 
That day, when the goth got back from college, she jumped into her bed right away, hugging a pillow. Her room walls were covered with posters of old horror movies and bands ranging from metal to indie rock acts.
 
"Arg, why won't they leave me alone? What have I ever done to them?" Cassandra moaned, still feeling humiliated due to her treatment earlier today. "What have I ever done to anybody in that shithole of college?! Isn't being born like this bad enough already?"
 
She got up from bed even though she had just got into it, nervous and restless. She stood before a great mirror that showed her complete form and scrutinized her entire reflection for the thousandth time. She turned around and looked back at the image of her barely noticeable buttcheeks. She looked at her spindly legs, so thin and delicate, while all the other girls' had so much meat around the region of the thighs...
 
Her hands went instantly to her petite breasts. That was perhaps the worst part. The only thing she felt was a completely flat surface. How could a girl like Samantha have enough adipose mass there to fill up the chests of ten girls and make them all busty, meanwhile Cassandra had nothing, nada. It just wasn't fair.
 
Her face wasn't ugly, at least she didn't think it was too bad, but how could she attract somebody's attention when her body was all skin and bones like that? Her stomach suddenly growled slowly, like a browbeaten dog whimpering. Cassandra sighed. She always had trouble with stress eating, stuffing herself silly when anything bad happened at college or, basically, whenever those two tanned peroxide blondes came to her with their mean giggles and cruel teasing. The only reason she hadn't grown chubby by now, considering how she was daily harassed by that pair, was the fact that whenever she wasn't stress eating, she was on a strict diet.
 
 
𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙡
 
 
Her stomach growled again, more pathetic and pleading than before. She put a hand over it, caressing it pitifully.
 
"Fine, I'll feed you. But we gotta pull ourselves together, so we'll be dieting again tomorrow, alright?" And having said that she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing a whole cake she had bought to give to a cousin on her birthday. "Sorry Judith, I'll buy you another one, I promise."
 
The goth girl picked up the large chocolate cake and took it to her room, where she absolutely demolished it before falling into a deep food coma, her skinny figure slightly altered by a medium-sized food baby.
 
 
The next day at college, she had a class with Matthew Atkins and, as a result, didn't pay attention to a single word the teacher said, instead spending the whole class with her head supported by one arm, gazing dreamily into Matthew's byronic features, his slightly red lips, his bespectacled eyes, his beardless, moustacheless face, his curly black locks. She imagined a thousand scenarios involving herself and him. God, how she liked him!
 
He had a well-shaped body, neither a musclehead nor a skinny sedentary (like Cassandra was) and his choice of clothes was appropriate, without exaggerations and being overall of very good taste. But it wasn't only his appearance that attracted the goth, for she wasn't as superficial as that. The contents of his mind and personality were also very appealing to her: he had a keen intellect and a sensitive, although not weak, nature and was perhaps the most successful student in the whole place. What he was making there instead of in a place like Harvard was beyond her.
 
"Cassandra, can you tell the class the answer to exercise number five from unit five?" The goth's professor suddenly asked her, breaking her day-dream into pieces.
 
"Huh? Oh, it's...its..." She struggled with the answer, for she didn't even know what the class had been doing so far that day.
 
With the corner of her eye, she caught Matthew looking at her, but he appeared to be seeing right through her as if she was transparent and he was lost deeply in a delicate thought. He appeared to know the answer to the professor's question and was now turning it around and scrutinizing it inside his head.
 
The professor just shook their head and continued their lecture. Cassandra blushed a little, a bit ashamed, but then went right away to daydreaming about Matthew for the entirety of the class. When the bell rang, she took her sweet time gathering her things so she would get out of the class at the same time as the young man. He got up from his chair and the goth got up from hers simultaneously and crossed the door a bit after him. She could smell the shampoo he used on his hair and had to resist the urge to touch his back and admit then and there her admiration for him.
 
He stopped beside the door with his friend John and they began talking right away. Cassandra stood nearby, pretending to be looking for something inside her bag so she could listen to the conversation.
 
"Hey. So, I need a partner to study with for next month's exams," Matthew began. "Think you're free enough let's say, this Saturday?"
 
"Sorry bud, I have no free time this week, or next's for that matter," John answered apologetically. "Samantha wants me to take her to buy clothes on the mall this Saturday and out for dinner on the next."
 
"I understand," Matthew nodded, a bit let down nevertheless. "I have no desire to stand before you and your girlfriend, although I really wish Samantha would leave you some time to study. Only problem is that you have always been my go-to man when it came to these things, and now I'm quite in the dark on how to proceed."
 
"Samantha's not my girlfriend, dude..." John shook his head as if he wanted to add at 'yet' to that phrase, then he smiled while saying: "Well, you could try inviting some girl to study with you. Maybe things would get interesting and, ya know, you could use a girlfriend yourself, bud."
 
"You know I'm absolutely hopeless when it comes to women, John," It was Matthew's turn to shake his head. "And I don't think any would want to study with me. It appears I have the fame of being an egghead around here."
 
"If you want, I could ask Samantha to introduce you to her friend Sabri..."
 
"No," Matthew cut his friend off with a slight shudder. "I'd rather you'd not."
 
And that was the end of the conversation, each student going his own way. Cassandra was shaking with excitement. Had she really heard it right? Matthew was looking for a study partner and nobody else seemed to be able to go, it was just too good to be true. For the first time, the goth was grateful to Samantha, for accidentally she had cleared the path for her favorite victim to make a move on Matthew.
 
Her heart throbbing loudly, she rushed to her next class, having then instantly discarded the idea of offering herself as a partner to her crush right away. It was too desperate, besides it would make her look like an eavesdropper and an eager, vulgar schoolgirl in Matthew's sensitive eyes.
 
No, it was best to wait, just not too much. If she waited too much Matthew could possibly find another study buddy, and worst case scenario, it'd be another girl. Then, it wouldn't surprise the goth if John proved to be a Nostradamus and indeed "things get interesting". She would wait, but not long enough for her to miss her chance: the next day would do.
 
The rest of the day was spent with a lot of anxiety for the petite woman, and little to no attention to her classes. It didn't matter, she could learn all those subjects later, when she and Matthew were studying together! Even thinking about it made her giggle like a silly little girl. It appeared that luck was smiling upon the goth that day, for both Samantha and Sabrina seemed distracted by something and didn't pay any attention to their favorite laughing stock. And they wouldn't ever have the courage to call her an undesirable board again if things went well with Matthew and he ended up becoming her boyfriend...but she shouldn't get ahead of herself!!!
 
When she got home, she jumped into her bed right away with much better feelings than in the previous day. She covered her face with a pillow to muffle a scream of excitement and then laughed and grew red on the cheeks.
 
"I have to speak to Matthew as soon as I see him tomorrow, I can't let anyone else make their move first. What if some bitchy bimbo gets hold of him? What if I stutter and he thinks I'm an idiot? Oh, Cassandra, stop torturing yourself, try doing some positive thinking for ONCE in your wretched life!"
 
Suddenly, her stomach growled demandedly. The stress and anxiety had gotten to her, and her usual coping mechanism had been activated right away. She got up to go to the kitchen, but stopped and thought better.
 
"No, I can't today. If I go talk to him with a bloated food baby, he'll think I'm a gross slob. Sorry little buddy," She said, patting her flat belly, which protested again.
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙇!
 
 
"No begging. I'm not going to pig out today. In fact, I'll go into an even stricter diet!"
 
 
The stomach rumbled in defeat and, to cheer it up, the girl made a very light meal.
 
 
The next day was THE day, or so Cassandra had told herself. Fortune wasn't being her friend now though, for she had been so anxious she forgot to have breakfast and besides that, hadn't seen Matthew yet. Could it be that she wouldn't see him at all today? Her heart pounded, and a low growl came from her belly as if her stomach was testing the ground to see if it could start its pleading already. But she shook those thoughts away and filled her head only with positive, dreamy thoughts and it instantly calmed her digestive organ down.
 
Finally, she saw Matthew during the break. He was sitting on a table, sipping coffee while he read from a thick textbook. Good, he had studying in his mind, it would be easier to approach him about it then. Now she only had to build a plan of action. First, she would walk nearby as if lost in thought, then she'd stop as if suddenly noticing him. The goth would refer to her textbook then it would remember her that she had heard somebody talk about how Matthew was looking for a partner to study with for next month's exams. She would ask if that was indeed true, for she also happened to be somewhat nervous about said exams.
 
Matthew would answer in the positive, probably, then she'd offer herself as a partner almost as if she didn't really want to but would if that'd make things easier. He could either take the bait or apologize and tell her he had already found a partner, be it a lie or the truth. Then what?
 
She thought about giving up, then built up courage again, then gave up only to return even more confident than before. That was it! She was going to do it! She was going to...
 
"Look Sabrina, Creepy Cass is practically eating Matthew up with her eyes ☆" A giggling voice suddenly came from behind Cassandra.
 
"I had my suspicions all along Samantha, but I didn't think she was THAT dumb ♡" Another hated voice joined the first one.
 
Cassandra turned around in a cold sweat and saw Samantha and Sabrina grinning smugly at her, their hands at their wide hips.
 
"After all," Sabrina continued. "Who would ever want somebody like her, with that board for a chest and pale skin and black clothes?"
 
"What do you two want?!" The goth demanded, angrily.
 
"Well, I've noticed yesterday how you looked at Matthew. I'm not that dumb, bitch. It's clear that you like him. You love him! ☆"
 
"Who's even Matthew? As usual, you're making no sense," But Cassandra's blushing cheeks and avoiding gaze gave her away as soon as the words left her mouth.
 
"Ooooow, look at her, Samantha, the Beast has found it's Beauty!" The fat-assed blonde giggled at her own joke. "What do you think about telling Beauty all about it?"
 
"NO!" Cassandra gasped. "Please, don't!"
 
"Hah, so you like him, then!" Samantha said, victoriously. "I really like your idea though, Sabrina. If I was Matthew I'd like people to tell me that a creepy Morticia was eyeing me up at every corner. Arg, it scares me even thinking about it! Come on, gal."
 
The two made as if to walk towards the sitting student, but Cassandra stood before them, trying to block the path of the taller and meatier women with her petite, lean frame.
 
"Come on you two, haven't you tortured me enough already? You can laugh all you want, that's fine, but please, I'm begging of you: don't talk to Matthew about this!" She was getting very stressed, and her stomach was starting to protest.
 
 
𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙡...
 
 
"Poor Creepy Cass, she thinks we'll ruin her chances with him," Sabrina said with a pout in a mock sad voice. "As if she didn't ruin it already just by being herself! Sweetie, the Dragon doesn't get the Prince!"
 
"Well said, Sabrina, but the Princess does. I just had an idea," Samantha grinned mischievously. "I think you should go to him yourself."
 
"What??" Even Sabrina was surprised.
 
Cassandra didn't like where this was going, neither did her insides. Why did she have to skip breakfast today?
 
 
 
𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙡!
 
 
"I'm thinking about you offering herself as his study partner," Samantha explained herself. "Maybe tease him a bit, get him all hot and flustered..."
 
"Huh? But he's not my type."
 
"...so he has no eyes for the Dragon here," The busty blonde added maliciously.
 
Fuck, the goth really should have had a larger meal before going to sleep last night. Her stomach was killing her!
 
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙇!
 
 
"Oh, I see!" Sabrina giggled upon realizing how much of a cruel joke this would be. "I could even sit on that cute face of his, that'd probably make even Matthew lose his cool, teheheh ♡"
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙇!
 
 
"What's up with the rumbles, Creepy Cass?" Samantha asked, annoyed. "You can't buy food or something?"
 
"Hey." The goth said in a cool collected manner, both hands on her loud, aching belly. "Would you two accept payment to keep out of this?"
 
"Payment? What do you think we are, some bullies from the eighties?" Sabrina said, but her friend put a hand over her mouth.
 
"Shit up!" Then, addressing the goth: "Go on."
 
"Well, I've been saving some money recently for a trip, but I think this is way more important than that. I'd pay both of you a lot if that meant you'd give me a break, unless until I can work things out with Matthew. It's true, I like him, and I like him more than anything!"
 
"But we're talking about how much money?" The big-tittied blonde enquired, and Cassandra named a considerable amount that, for a college student, could be very useful.
 
The two bimbos' eyes widened and they exchanged a look, then looked back at the goth while her stomach growled as if it also thought it was a good idea.
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙇...
 
 
"You're not kidding us, right?" Samantha asked. "Cause I you are, we can totally have Sabrina fuck Matthew, and we'll even send you a video of the whole thing."
 
Cassandra clenched her teeth but managed to control her anger although the very idea of that disgusting, obscene slut touching Matthew drove her mad with righteous fury. She actually managed to force a smile.
 
"I'm being honest. In fact, I can pay both of you now, and you'll have all that you deserve."
 
"Really???☆♡" The blondes said simultaneously, smiling and quite unaware of the multiple possible interpretations of the goth's last remark.
 
"Yeah, let's go to that empty room so we can discuss the method of payment..."
 
 
 
...
 
 
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙒𝙒𝙇!
 
𝙂𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙇𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀!
 
𝙎𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙃!
 
 
"Here's your receipt, bitches: 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙋!"
 
The windows rattled with the goth's seemingly never-ending belch, and the very wells appeared to be about to be blown away by the sheer force of the foul gas escaping her mouth. Once it was finished though, Cassandra sighed satisfiedly and patted her huge, distended, squirming pale mound of a belly. The goth was sitting on the cool floor, her back against a professor's table.
 
She had eaten her tormentors. It had all happened too easily: first, she jumped at Samantha and she was so, so hungry the busty bimbo was inside her gut in less than a minute. Her stupid friend just stood there watching it all, her bean-sized brain unable to understand what the hell was going on. Too bad for her that, meaty as her friend was, she hadn't been enough to fill the goth girl up, and she was fiending after some seconds. So down Sabrina went, falling on top of the other slutty college student.
 
"Take that fat ass of yours off my face, Sabrina!" Samantha shouted, spanking her friend's behind and forcing a squeal out of her. "I'm already uncomfortable enough as it is!"
 
"S-Samantha, why are you speaking to me like that?! Well, I'll let you know that your udders are taking up a lot of my space as well, you disgusting cow!"
 
"Pig!"
 
"Cow!"
 
And so, a catfight broke out inside Cassandra's belly, much to her annoyance. She clenched her fist and hit her bloated gut with it:
 
"Hey, keep it down inside there, you're gonna, 𝙐𝙍𝙆, make me 𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋! arg, belch!" A particularly gurgly burp escaped the goth's mouth.
 
"Shut up, you crazy freak!" Samantha screamed through her prison. "You're literally a cannabis!"
 
"You mean a cannibal?" Cassandra asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
"Whatever! You're a sick fuck, you know that?!"
 
"You brought this upon yourselves. All the growling my stomach was doing should have been clue enough to leave me be, but you kept pushing my buttons!" The goth justified herself, then realized how foolish it was to argue. "What am I saying? I don't need to tell you vapid bitches jackshit! You're my lunch now!"
 
"Creepy C...I mean, Cassandra," Sabrina tried to reason with her devourer. "I know I said all of those things about Matthew, but it was all Samantha! She forced me to do it, just like she forced me to tease you all this time! I really didn't wanna, I'm your friend!"
 
"You little turncoat bitch!" Samantha gasped at her friend's betrayal. "You little traitor bitch!"
 
"Ouch, stop pulling my hair, fat tits!"
 
"Take that elbow off my face, lard ass!"
 
"Oh, for heaven's sak𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋, fuck, you're making me so fucking gassy! I guess all that air inside your heads is bloating me up real good."
 
"Cassandra, spit me out!" Samantha demanded. "I don't wanna spend another minute with this back-stabbing whore!"
 
"It really took you being literally eaten alive to realize you two are shitty, impossible to coexist with people? It's a fucking shame since you two are going to become the same thick broth of melted meat in my gut!"
 
"W-What?!" Sabrina stuttered. "You can't be serious...!"
 
"What do you think happens to food when it gets inside a stomach, shit-for-brains?" Cassandra grinned, delighting herself with being the one doing the teasing for once. "Or did you miss this class as well?"
 
"LET ME OUT!" Samantha struggled furiously. "I DON'T WANT TO BE DIGESTED ALIVE!"
 
"Oh, but you two will be together forever in my body! Isn't that SWELL?" The goth smacked Sabrina's ass through her belly, making her squeal. "My guts are going to drain you dry of all your nutrients and nobody will ever know what became of you, not that anybody will CARE. You see, popular girls can fall out of fashion very fast, especially if they become fat in a scrawny goth's ASS!"
 
She smacked her belly and belched, the gasses being released with a gelatinous sound.
 
 
𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
"Cough, cough, do forgive me, toxic sluts are just a pain to deal with," Cassandra jested, each belch depriving her prey of breathable air. "Hopefully you won't give any further indigestion, or I'd have to make things worse for you...like this!"
 
She clenched her stomach walls and they pressed her screaming prey all around, squeezing the strength out of their bodies. Then, tired, the goth allowed her gastric organ to relax and rubbed it apologetically.
 
"Now 𝙐𝙍𝙋! be good girls and digest, will you? I want to just kick back and enjoy myself fully."
 
"Enjoy this, you sick bitch!" Samantha threw a punch against one fleshy wall, to no effect.
 
Soon, the levels of the acidic pool began to rise, as more and more gastric juices were produced and the stomach began entering the more intense phase of digestion.
 
"Samantha, we're going to turn into goo!" Sabrina cried. "I can feel the clothes melt right out of my body!"
 
"Me too, it's like tanning in hell! Sabrina, if we don't make it out of here, I have something I want to tell you."
 
"What is it, Samantha?"
 
"You're a lard-assed pig!"
 
"YOU FAT-TITTIED COW!"
 
And so the bitching and the bickering began again, but by this time Cassandra was beginning to nod, with how nice and full she felt. Her stomach meanwhile, was exacting revenge upon her tormentors with unparalleled cruelty.
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙇𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀!
 
𝙂𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙃!
 
𝙂𝙍𝙐𝘽𝙂𝙍𝙐𝘽!
 
The struggling of the peroxide blondes was becoming gradually weaker, as the lack of wholesome air, the tightness of their prison and the mercilessness of the acids took their toll upon the bimbos.
 
"I c-can't feel my haaands," Sabrina moaned.
 
"Shit, shit, it burns...!" Samantha moaned.
 
Outside Cassandra just let out another deep gassy belch and cleared her throat, patting her stomach. After some time, the movements inside her stomach stopped for good.
 
"Gave up the ghost already? Not that I expected much from you, but that's just pathetic," The goth snickered at her meals, pressing the surface of her pale orb of a gut and feeling it sink with no resistance, a grim sign of finality. "At least now I won't have to hear all your bickering anymore."
 
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙉
 
 
Her slowly softening stomach let out a sickly, overfed protest, as if it had been filled beyond its capacity and was now working overtime to deal with the consequences of this mistake. Cassandra could not only hear but also feel the meaty and greasy contents of her stomach being shifted around inside the gastric chamber of destruction, as the fleshy walls pressed the grim human meat pie from different directions forcing it to move around and change its shape.
 
Cassandra was starting to grow worried. Eating people was already an absurd skill she had no idea she could do in the first place, but would she even be able to absorb such heavy meals? Samantha and Sabrina looked (and felt) like absolute bowel cloggers, but Cassandra would wait and see if her body would be able to work out some magic with the blondes' soft, increasingly soupy remains.
 
She felt something coming up her chest and, opening her mouth, let it out:
 
 
𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
A pair of slimy, steaming panties went flying out of the goth's mouth, falling on top of her white belly. She picked it up with a grin.
 
"My, my, didn't you want to use me to iron your panties, Sabrina? With how steaming hot they are, looks like you got your wish, just not how you planned," She threw the discarded personal clothing item into a trash can which was conveniently nearby. Her belly answered with a 𝙂𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙡, Sabrina being way past replying. "You know, were you anybody else, I'd feel super bad about it. I'm not kidding, I'd be super guilty right now, even if it was a guilty pleasure due to how delicious people turned out to be. But you two just don't deserve any shred of sympathy. If there are people who deserved to be digested alive, holy shit, they were you bitches!"
 
 
𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙇𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆𝙆
 
 
Her stomach grew louder and more intense, and she could feel the meat inside her become soup even faster. Her belly was starting to decrease slightly in size, and the goth supposed that in about less than an hour she'd be able to move around again. Indeed that turned out to be the case.
 
 
𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
With one last burp to stink up the unused classroom, Cassandra got up awkwardly, holding her heavy, sloshing, bubbling belly with two arms. It sloshed loudly, and she felt the hot, dense liquids moving and splashing inside of it.
 
"I hope I don't find anyone on my way, especially not Matthew..." And as stealthily as she could while carrying two thick women's worth of meat soup inside her stomach and bowels, the goth made her way out of college and back home.
 
At her place, she jumped on her bed, forgetting about the heavy burden in her middle section. Pressed between her body and the bed, something was squeezed out of her guts.
 
 
 
𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝘼𝘼𝘼𝙊𝙊
𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
The nasty, greasy belch released, and Cassandra began feeling sleepy. Breaking down those two bimbos required a lot of energy from her body, probably being as exhaustive as running a marathon, and the warmth emanating from her gut lulled her into a nap, while gallons of woman-broth were pumped deep into her intestines.
 
 
A few hours later, Cassandra woke up, yawning and stretching herself.
 
"Yaaaaaaaaawn, 𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙋! Hello, Samantha, and Sabrina. How did you spend the afternoon?"
 
A lazy, satisfied 𝙂𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙇 was her answer. She smiled. Looking down at her belly, she saw it had been much reduced in size, although it was still very bloated, perhaps the size of the belly of a woman nine months pregnant with twins. But there was something strange. What were those two mounds blocking part of the view of her belly?
 
"Holy shit!" Cassandra jumped out of bed, her new, improved massive jugs bouncing and almost hitting her own face as she did so. She rushed to her mirror and gasped. There had been a...change in her body.
 
Her flat chest had been transformed into a massive pair stretching her clothes, each tit easily larger than her own head and extremely round and perky. They must have weighed a ton, for the once scrawny goth now had difficulty taking deep breaths. Her thighs were thick and pillowy, and her hips were wide.
 
What's this, let's see," She turned around and stared amazed at what once had been a skinny surface and had now become a complete dump truck ass, the type that clapped when she walked. "I feel...sexy."
 
The goth began giggling like a bimbo, almost not believing in the change that had passed through her. She felt wider, taller, meatier, and all-around more confident.
 
"The meek shall inherit indeed~" Cassandra bit her lower lip while foundling her fat pale tits. "Those are Samantha's and Sabrina's alright, but I think they suit me a lot more!"
 
She smacked her own ass hard, and it made a sound like thunder, then jiggled pleasantly.
 
"I feel like I'm about to burst out in every direction, tear down everything I'm wearing. How were you two able to walk around feeling like that every day...?"
 
But then, staring at her own reflection, she felt her nipples harden against her black clothing.
 
"Who knew being built like a vapid, obscene bimbo felt so good?~"
 
 
 
...
 
 
The next day, Matthew was at college sighing over his coffee. He hadn't found a study partner yet and, with John busy with that girl Samantha (which curiously, Matthew hadn't seen with him today) his go-to option was beyond his reach. Perhaps he would have to give up and study alone, but that'd be a shame: two heads were better than one, he always thought.
 
His reflections were suddenly interrupted by the arrival of another student at his table, sitting right in front of him with a hungry eagerness that startled him a bit.
 
"Hello, Matthew," The goth across from him smiled.
 
"Hm, hello?" The young man usually wasn't too keen on staring at other people's bodies, but even he couldn't help but throw a glance or two at those pale mountains of a pair of breasts that threatened to jump out of the cleavage of the goth's black clothes straight into his direction, and covered two-thirds of the large cafeteria table all by themselves.
 
"I heard that you were looking for a study partner and I was wondering...you know what," The goth suddenly appeared to change her mind. "Actually, I want to know if you're game for taking me out on Saturday."
 
"W-What?" The man was surprised by such a straightforward approach. "I mean, are we familiar with one another? I don't remember seeing you around campus."
 
"Hm? I'm Cassandra, don't you recognize me?" The girl leaned her head to the left and stared deep into his eyes. "We go to Professor Robbins' class together."
 
Matthew almost had a cow. That curvy woman was THAT Cassandra? That scrawny, shy girl who only a few days before had been unable to answer a simple question, and was now shamelessly inviting him out? It was impossible! How could such a change in a person's body occur?
 
"Look Cassandra, I'm really honored and all, but-" Matthew saw the goth's face contort in a sickly way and her cheeks expand, and was rudely interrupted by what she did next.
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙋!
 
 
She belched straight into his face for about ten seconds, hitting his nostrils with burning, sour gas and splattering him with saliva. He was speechless by the time this vile demonstration was over.
 
"Phew, that was NASTY! Sorry, had something yesterday that's taking some time to fully set in," She reclined on her chair, allowing the other student to see her bloated, pale potbelly, which she patted affectionately.
 
"Actually I think I'm free on Saturday..." Matthew caught himself saying before he could even think it through.
 
"Oh, that's great!" The goth kissed him on the cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark on it, and got up. "See you on Saturday, then!"
 
As she turned around and walked away, Matthew blushed and touched his kissed cheek. Studying could wait a little bit.