Protocol Breach
 
 
"Can you tell me what is the meaning of this?!" The blonde woman asked, outraged.
 
"I'll need you to follow me, ma'am." Was the uniformed man's calm answer.
 
"Not until you explain to me what the hell is going on!"
 
"You were caught shoplifting. Now, if you'll just follow me..."
 
"WHAT? T-This is absurd! I could buy this entire store if I wanted to! Do you have the slightest idea of who I am?!"
 
In fact, he had. This loud, obnoxious blonde making a scene in the middle of Hartman's Jewelry Store was Veronica Bradford, wife of the famous millionaire. Considering her younger years had been spent in some minor college pursuing some useless degree, giving blowjobs in the bathroom for beer money and banging staff members for grades, her career had really taken off after finding her mouth around the right old rich guy's cock a few years ago.
 
She'd been made into a trophy wife and dear old hubie had spared no efforts in giving her all the upgrades worthy of the woman of means she had become. Being a gym rat, Veronica's body was in perfect shape, slightly tanned, lean and strong. Her enormous tits were contained by a sports bra while her thick legs, wide hips and gigantic, well-trained glutes were covered by a pair of yoga pants. Her six-pack abs were exposed in all their glory and her entire body seemed to be impregnated with the intoxicating fragrance of a perfume that was more expensive than most people's houses.
 
The mall "cop" couldn't help but let his ways wander a little, but kept his overall composure. He spoke with coolness:
 
"I'm sure you meant no harm, Mrs. Bradford, in fact you might even have done it accidentaly, but it is a fact that you took a necklace from its display while no one was looking. It was caught in the camera footage."
 
"You're insane! Are you calling me a low thief?! Wait until my husband hears of this! You'll never be able to work again!" Veronica's face had grown red with anger and she had raised her naturaly loud voice to a shout. She stabbed at the security guard's broad chest with a long-nailed forefinger. "A nobody like you has no right to acuse me of such a petty crime! I've been a client of this store for years and I've never been so disrespected before!"
 
"Mrs. Bradford, will you please lower your voice? I don't want to make things worse for you, ma'am. I know how influential your husband is and how he's interested in pursuing a political career, so I wish to avoid creating any scandal..." The security guard spoke firmly but in a sympathetic manner.
 
Veronica blushed and looked around. All the other clients were staring at her, wide-eyed and the seller who she usually bought from, a short and mousy young woman, was trembling all over, clearly afraid of the scene going any further and endangering the store's reputation. The blonde blushed and lowered her voice, still angry but much more reasonable:
 
"Alright, but will you at least give me proof that what you're saying is true?" She snarled, resentfully. "I don't see any stolen necklace around my neck and I have no purse to hide it in right now!"
 
"Proof can be easily provided, if you insist," The mall cop sighed and adjusted his cap thoughtfully, then approached the mousy store attendant. "Excuse me, could you please tell me if there's any display piece missing?"
 
"W-Well, now that you're mentioning it...why, there's a ruby necklace missing!" The young woman gasped, startled by this sudden discovery. "And it's such an expensive piece, too!"
 
"Now, if I may enlist your further help," The security guard continued. "Would you please inspect Mrs. Bradford for me?"
 
"W-WHAT?!" Both women exclaimed simultaneously.
 
"Please, it's necessary. I believe you know the procedure?"
 
"Y-Yes..." The mousy seller nodded.
 
"This is ridiculous!" Veronica exclaimed. "You certainly won't comply witOH!"
 
The blonde gasped as she felt the mousy woman's nervous hands inspect her body.
 
"I-I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Bradford..." The seller apologized, passing her hands through the rich woman's curves. She came to a halt though when she felt near Veronica's behind. "W-Wait, there's something here!"
 
She gently reached inside the other woman's yoga pants and to everyone's surprise pulled out the missing ruby necklace from inside Veronica's asshole, where it had been shoved like the world's most expensive anal plug.
 
"I...I..." Veronica was speechless, blushing and sweating with confusion, shock and shame. "I have no idea how it got there...I swear...!"
 
She turned pleading eyes at the mousy seller, but the shorter woman was staring at her with horror and disappointment.
 
"T-There must...be some misunderstanding..." Veronica tried to arguee both with the others and with herself. "I'm sure I didn't put it there...!"
 
"Mrs. Bradford," The mall cop spoke again. "Will you follow me now?"
 
"Maybe...maybe...it was something like sonambulism, or mesmerism, or..."
 
"Mrs. Bradford." He said again.
 
Veronica lowered her head in defeat, tamed at least. She was ready to follow the guard now, that much was clear. He escorted her out of Hartman's Jewelry Store, her head low to avoid the eyes of her fellow shoppers.
 
She followed the guard to the center of the mall, where both entered an inconspicuous door that led into the security office, a rather cramped room with a table, a chair, a cupboard, a water filter and most notorious of all, a TV screen that showed footage of multiple places in the mall all at once.
 
Veronica had finally taken the opportunity to analyze her escort: he was wearing the usual security uniform, although it looked tight on his bulk. He wasn't fat but stout, with a broad chest and the shape that suggested what people called a "dadbod'. Other than a rather round potbelly, there wasn't much to help tell him appart from any other caucasian male either in his thirties or, at most, early fourties.
 
"Now, Mrs. Bradford, let's both be honest with one another. My name's Jackson and I'm well aware that you're a frequent costumer of Hartman's. I've got no idea why a woman of your means would ever try to steal a jewel your husband could have easily bought for you but I've seen enough kleptomaniacs in my line of work to know that this sorta stuff isn't logical. It's bothersome, but a crime is a crime, no matter who commits it, so we'll have to go through the motions."
 
"Listen, I still don't know how that necklace got inside my...well, how it came to be around my person at all! Maybe I really am a kleptowhatever, but so what? I wasn't robbing a bank, shaking a gun in my hand! It's all a mistake and it has been solved already, so why bother?"
 
"I understand that it was a minnor offense, but it's my job to deal with these types of situations." Jackson shook his head. "I can't give you any special treatment, Mrs. Bradford, not when my job's on the line."
 
"Oh, I'm sure there'll be no problem for you. Still, if you need some more motivation, I'm sure that can be arranged. Let's say...six-hundred dollars?"
 
"Are you trying to bribe me, Mrs. Bradford?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
"Sounds like a good trade in my opinion," The blonde shrugged. "All you gotta do is hush matters up and spare everyone the trouble."
 
"My salary is good enough for me, sorry. You couldn't buy me with twice the money you offered."
 
"You're starting to annoy me with that righteous talk," Veronica bit her lower lip in frustration. "You're the sleaziest man I've ever seen wear a uniform, so you don't fool me. What's it that you want? It's a job with my husband, isn't it? That could be arranged!"
 
"You're getting it all wrong, Mrs. Bradford. You see," The security guard stepped forward, hands outstreched and eyes lustily fixated on the blonde woman's large breasts. "There are other ways you can make it worth my while..."
 
Veronica recoiled, staring at Jackson with intense disgust.
 
"That, I'll never do, you slob! If you think I'm that easy, you've been watching too much porn, so keep your tiny dick to yourself!" The woman had once again grown red with rage, but the guard was unimpressed.
 
"Well, if you'd rather just be treated as a common criminal...but I believe Mr. Bradford wouldn't be too happy with this, now would he?"
 
"You're...you're trying to blackmail me?!" Her voice was full of disdain, but Veronica began to sweat profusely. Such a scandal would hurt her husband's political endeavors, besides all the damage it would cause to her own image and marriage. She had her back against the wall.
 
"Just trying to do my job, that's all," It was Jackson's time to shrug.
 
"Fine, have your fun, but make it quick!" Veronica snarled. "If you don't keep your word..."
 
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone know about what happened at Hartman's today," Jackson smiled, his large, chubby hands grabbing hold of Veronica's tits and pressing them. "Boy, you feel good!"
 
The blonde turned her face away, trying her best not to moan. She detested that stinking pig who was taking advantage of her but her husband had been so busy recently that they barely had any action going and to be honest, Veronica missed the stimulation. This at least, Jackson was providing.
 
He kept playing with her massive breasts and, leaning closer to her, ran his tongue through her neck.
 
"You taste good," He said, before pushing the rich woman violently aside so he could undo his belt and lower his pants, revealing a throbbing, thick cock and a pair of fat white balls. "Get at it already."
 
Veronica obeyed. This, at least, was like her natural habitat. She fell on her knees and allowed her mouth to incircle first the head then the entirety of the smelly dick. She hadn't had one that thick since her college days, so she initially gagged a little, but got used to it in record time like a pro. The shaft grew even harder on her as she stimulated it with her tongue and soon enough she was sucking it with the angry dedication of a whore having to work overtime.
 
Jackson's stamina was surprising, for Veronica was used to draining gonads fast. Still, he couldn't last forever and after some good, messy sucking, the security guard shot a warm, greasy load down the rich woman's gullet. With no other option except swallowing, Veronica did it before letting go of the man's shaft, filaments of saliva still linking her lips to it. She got up and stretched herself with feline deliberateness before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and letting out a deep, stinky cum burp that felt out of place coming from this perfumed, well-to-do socialite.
 
"You're one lucky guy, getting action from a woman of my level," She stared holes at the bulky man with resentful disdain. "Married?"
 
"I'd rather not tell."
 
"Don't think you are, anyway. You look more the part of the strip-club customer. If there's even the slightest hint of honesty in you, I believe I'm allowed to go?"
 
"Not so fast, Mrs. Bradford," Jackson raised one hand. "I liked what you did before but surely there are more enjoyable things we can do together."
 
"Enjoyable? For who?" The woman protested, but the guard was already grabbing her arms. "Hey, careful with your paws there! If my husband sees even the slightest mark in my skin..."
 
But she was interrupted by Jackson violently throwing her over the table. In a moment he was behind her, lowering those yoga pants and revealing her fat asscheeks and naked sex. The sight of that plump pussy made his already flaccid cock grow hard again. Without any warning, he shoved it inside the meaty pussy and began wildly fucking her.
 
Veronica's eyes widened and she couldn't help but moan. The motion was so intense that her huge tits were jumping non-stop and Jackson's cock was so thick it seemed to fit right in her dick-famished pussy. He kept ramming it inside her with such ferocity that it was hard to believe that this man was the same calm and collectec guard from before. The blonde climaxed multiple times, her juices forming a pool on the floor.
 
Finally, Jackson's rod began to throb inside her, pumping several fresh loads of cum into her body. Veronica prayed this wouldn't get her pregnant, for that would be worse to explain to hubie than anything else that had happened thus far. The security guard slowly removed his dick from the woman and let her sweaty and panting.
 
Legs and hands shaking, Veronica slowly and awkwardly raised her yoga pants over her fat buns, but not before orgasming once again and shooting some more of her juices into the security room's floor.
 
"F-Fuck, I underestimated how fat your cock was. That's dealt with anyway, by now I'm sure I've emptied your balls. Can I go now, for Christ's sake???"
 
 
 
𝗚𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝘄𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹
 
 
The answer to the rich woman's question was a loud, prolonged stomach grumble that for some indescribable reason, filled her with alarm.
 
"Hmmm, all that fucking got me hungry," Jackson thought aloud. "I think you could pay for my silence now."
 
"W-What the hell you mean? Haven't I paid enough already?!" The woman was indignant.
 
"What, the sex? Oh no, that was just a fun we both enjoyed. With how many orgasms you had, it could even be said that I did you a favor." The security guard grinned.
 
"FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Tears of hatred filled Veronica's eyes. "I'D NEVER HAVE BANGED A DISGUSTING PIG LIKE YOU UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES!"
 
"You can whine all you want but I'm claiming you now. COME HERE!" Jackson grabbed the woman by her hair, for she had turned around to try to run away. "Don't be stupid, what use would it be getting away when I got your crime on tape, plus several trustworthy witnesses? Just relax and accept it."
 
Jackson had been whispering on her ear. He grabbed both her large tits from behind and began fondling them, gently teasing her nipples with his fingers. Veronica closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, trying her best not to moan. But she couldn't help it. Her tense muscles relaxed and she offered no resistance. That was what the guard wanted.
 
Before Veronica could react, Jackson attacked, shoving her blonde head down his open maw. Next, it was her neck then shoulders descending his gullet and, large as they were, her bouncing tits offered little resistance and were soon engulfed and swallowed as well. Her rest of her torso went down smooth and, although her wide hips slowed the process a little bit, they were soon conquered and Jackson got to enjoy that fat ass before moving on to the thick, muscular thighs and shapely legs which were quickly and happily slurped down.
 
"Fuck, that hit the spot!" Jackson panted as his belly suddenly expanded, straining his uniform until several buttons popped and his pale, hairy gut burst out in all it's rotund, bloated glory. "Rich women really are on a level of their own, I guess it's because they can afford to take care of themselves. Working-class bitches are not so lucky, poor darlings. I gotta thank you Mrs. Bradford for putting so much time, energy and money into raising your meat-quality~"
 
He playfully smacked his gut as one would a friend's back, but Veronica wasn't exactly in a playful mood. She had had her soul almost fucked out of her body and then this disgusting, chubby, lazy pig had shoved her down his smelly gullet into a stinking, fleshy chamber that spewed foul juices upon her tender body and pressed her all around like some massage from hell. She was confused and pissed, to say the least.
 
A torrent of curses erupted from the blonde as she clawed and punched and kicked her sturdy organic prison, but her furious words were muffled and her attacks easily resisted, to the point that her devourer could only chuckle at the uselessness of her pitiful efforts.
 
"A spunky vixen, aren't you?! I do like meat with some personality, makes the hunt all the more worth it. Although I do admit that this time I had some help. You see, the jewelry store attendant just loathes you. I think you treated the poor girl like shit in the past, didn't you? Anyway, she was also well aware of your cleptomania, although she could never prove it, so when she told me about it we figured it'd be fairly easy for her to leave a necklace unprotected enough for you to snatch away. We figured you'd be unable to resist it and BANG! here you are!"
 
Veronica's squirms became even more aggressive. So she had been setup! They made the necklace so easy to rob on purpose and she subconsciously stole it without even realizing! This guard asshole wanted to take advantage of her from the very beginning...
 
"Don't give me that, lady. It's not like we planted something on ya (although I admit that doing so already got me some good fucking meals before!) or anything like that. You're still a petty little thief, the only difference is that this time around you were caugh𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗥𝗣!" A massive, acrid belch exploded out of Jackson's mouth mid-sentence. "Wow, you're dislodging some bubbles in there, Mrs. Bradford! Maybe you should calm down a little and accept your fate like a good bitch!"
 
These words were followed by a violent slap from the predator. After that, Jackson grew bored of verbaly taunting his meal and awkwardly waddled towards his chair like an overstuffed giant and as he fell on it, it creaked a bit beneath his butt then was silenced. By this point it should already have been used to the weight of a stout, full pred. Jackson raised his belly and allowed it to rest over his table, then reclined lazily with a relaxed sigh.
 
This "mall-cop" gig wasn't exactly aluring, but Jackson had found it to be just perfect for his needs. It was easy, simple, paid enough for him to get by and most important, gave him easy access to meals he would have to work much harder to get in another job. He could easily take advantage of his position and by constantly gazing at so many cameras, he had dirt on so many people that nobody who worked at the mall would dare to rat in out, that was, when they weren't actually in it with him, like the scrawny chick on Hartman's had been.
 
He usually didn't need fellow conspirators though, considering how many shoplifting was going on these days. Just the other day he had caught, by chance, mind you, some teenage goth trying to steal a hardcover at the bookstore. She had these massive, absolutely gigantics tits that seemed to weigh a ton each and was terrified, since she had never tried to steal anything before. It was mindblowingly easy to escort her away and convince her to cooperate. She was afraid of her parents finding out about what she had tried to do and, although Jackson had to smack her around a bit so she stopped crying and struggling while he fucked her, she ended up being an excelent meal.
 
And how could he forget that entitled heavily-pregnant woman who had hit a waitress on the face? She was practically asking to be eaten and Jackson was all the happier to oblige when she started berating him and threatened to hit him as well.
 
But those were just two of several episodes of top-quality dinning his job had gotten him. His current meal Veronica was fighting with all her unimpressive might at the moment but he wasn't paying attention. He was sleepily watching the cameras instead, trying to see if something of interest happened in the rather uneventful mall.
 
After some time, Veronica had grown much weaker. It was time for Jackson's actual lunch break and he pulled from some hidden corner of his table a large burger and a soda, and began greedily devouring one and chugging the other. Inside his stomach, the blonde was furious to feel the pieces of burger and rains of soda hit her head. Wasn't that fucking pig satisfied with her already?!
 
Finishing his more orthodox meal, Jackson let out a deep, bassy, greasy belch and sighed with satisfaction, reclining even more on his poor chair. Much digusted by her devourer's display of vulgarity, Veronica had more pressing matters at hand: the rude expulsion of gas had not only stolen much of the foul yet breathable air from inside her prison but also caused its walls to constrict mercilessly around her form. The pressure on her body was tremendous, and the blonde was certain that if the stomach grew any tighter, some bones would start to snap.
 
Not only that, the acids were also getting constantly more vicious. At first they seemed to pose no threat at all, but they built up power until going from stinging to downright burning. Her scant clothing was being ravaged and her skin would soon follow suit. The amount of gastric juices being pumped was also so great that Veronica suspected that mayhaps she'd soon be completely overwhelmed by it.
 
It was a dreadful way to die, besides being ridiculous. Mrs. Bradford, THE Mrs. Bradford was being obliterated inside the guts of some sleazy low-life pig who wasn't even worth of kissing the ground the rich woman walked on. It was so beastly and absurd that Veronica couldn't help but start laughing, then crying. She wanted to get out. She wanted her husband to use his endless supply of money to save her somehow. Their money had always saved them from everything, why didn't it save her now?
 
Loud gurgling started to come from all around her. The stomach was getting more aggressive. The air was getting scant. The burning was getting intolerable. Her sight was groeing dark...
 
Jackson was so sleepy and distracted by the cameras that he didn't even notice when Veronica stopped moving. Perhaps he dozed off a little through the loud, disgusting cacophony of his hard-working stomach somehow. When his attention returned to his rich meal, she already was a half-solid mass of meat floating aimlessly in a steaming pool of acids. The security guard pulled his cock out and jerked off to the feeling of what remained of the blonde being broken down, rubbing his shaft against the soft lower region of his bloated belly.
 
When he felt a hard object, probably a bone, touch his cock through his belly, it was too much for him and he came.
 
"Fuck, I always empty my fucking balls when I eat those bitches!" He groaned, not as annoyed as his words made it sound like.
 
He kept on watching the cameras and digesting until his bowels started sucking in their fill of bubbly meat-soup. He leaned his portly frame to the side and a loud, echoing fart trumpeted out of his fat, lazy behind.
 
"Shit man, those gym rat types always give me them protein farts!" Jackson complained while waving the vile stench away with his hand. "This gas is really bloating me up..."
 
But it wasn't only gas that were bloating up the guard's bowels: gallons of greasy paste were now being pumped through them, bones being snapped and broken to fit through the tight yet resilient pipes of flesh. It was only a matter of time until what remained of Veronica was fully processed.
 
Jackson let out one last loud, sickly belch, the expulsion of the last pockets of stale charnel-house air that remained inside his stomach since his prey's dissolution. It stank like desth but the predator was much happier without that extra pressure on his guts when his intestines were so overworked already.
 
Some time later, a thunderous fart erupted from the man's behind and he awkwardly got up from his chair. Each ponderous step he took towards the security room's small restroom dislodged a new fart, which piped out of his ass in a constant cacophony while he slowly went on with his elephantine tread like a huge animal.
 
 
𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝗳𝘁! 𝗣𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗙𝗧𝗧𝗧𝗧𝗧!
 
 
He allowed his heavy girth to fall on the toilet and got to business right away, loudly shitting out the dark brown residue of his feminine meal. The process was so intense and foul that Jackson had to push the restroom's door open.
 
A few last farts and the final batch of manure, as well as Veronica's cranium, were released and Jackson could wipe the sweat from his forehead and sigh with relief.
 
"Phew, that was more messy than I expected. Who knew the richer the girl the more disgusting the shit?" The security guard got up, feeling rather exhausted but much lighter. "Now that I think about it, this could make the news. Mr. Bradford is kinda influential and the disappearence of his wife could be a big deal..."
 
But Jackson was wrong in that department. A few months after Veronica's demise, Mr. Bradford, who didn't even take the case to the police, married again, to a vapid woman younger than himself who was overjoyed by the prospect of not having to suck cocks in empty parking lots for extra bucks. Maybe some products are so overabundant and easily replaced that their loss is far less alarming than one would expect.