"Hey, Deidre?"

"Yes, Trenti-Poo?"

"How many girls are in there?"

"Awww, has my widdle boy lost count of his snackeroos?"

That was one way to put it. Trent spent most of his day lying down, being served by gorgeous women. Every once in a while (which in this case meant 'Constantly'), he felt the need to add said women to the exanding width of the royal standard, aka getting eaten and making him fatter.

"Kinda, I guess... they're so fucking skinny so it's hard to tell."

"I dunno, eight?" Deidre shrugged and adjusted her seat between the large man tits, frequently dropping extra succulent chicken (as in whole chickens) into Trent's longing maw. "There could be more... some of them mebbeh has stopped moving."

"I guess. BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP!!" A sour gust blew Deidre's hair into the air for a moment. Oh, how a manly belch like that tickled her longing needs for her master's body. "Worthless, all of them."

"Awwww, don't say that. They have worked wonders on your figure. Mmmm, oh yes." The voloptous lady's entire chest wasn't wide enough to measure up to even one of Trent's moobs. To feel so small compared to him was a wonder though; the excitement making her push her breasts harder against him.

"You kidding? I'm way too skinny! Look at me!" Trent firmly grabbed his side rolls and heaved his engorged gut towards him, pushing Deidre closer to his face. His heavy breath showed that merely moving made him exhausted. Her lips wanted to touch his majestic face so much... but she wasn't allowed to without permission.

"Oh of c-course!" She shivered a little. "You're so slender, almost skin and bones really. You're wasting away."

"Ooh, and what are you going to do about it?" He wobbled back and forth. The rocking made Deidre feel like a baby in a cradle. A baby who wanted to fuck the hell out of that man, despite knowing that every girl who had done so ended up crushed like bugs beneath all the lard.

"M-maybe I should be fetching you some--"

"But I'm hungry NOW. Put your ear against it... it's desperate."

It was true. When Deidre's ear connected with the bloated mountain, she heard how it roared and gurgled. Among it all was the girl's muffled screams. Accepting their fate was one thing. Actually experiencing the burning acids and withering away would make even the most loyal subject shriek in horror.

"I see... this meaning?"

"Oh, acting foolish doesn't suit you at all, Deidre. What do you think all this would lead up to?"

This didn't bode well.

"I th-thought we had something special."

An burly laugh echoed through the hall. Even though the jiggling was spectacular, Deidre wasn't able to enjoy it as much as she used to do. "You've been my servant for two weeks and I've appreciated your service a lot. I might even say that it's been awesome. Special though? Eeeeh, keep dreaming, sweetheart... for a couple of hours that is. After that, well, you know what's gonna happen."

"B-b-but Trenti-Poo!"

"Yes?"

A few seconds passed. They felt like an eternity, both for the pondering Deidre and her hungering master. Finally, a whisper came out between her quivering lips: "...will you savor me?"

Trent stroke her cheek and smiled. What a lovely girl. When realizing words did nothing, she simply went along with it. He respected that, he really did, but it wasn't heartbreaking or anything; it just made the snack a little bit easier to get down.

"Of course, sexy. I'll even let you decide on which end I should start on."

"...the top."

"Really? You don't want to hug my breasts on the way down?"

"It's j-just that... uhm... I w-want to start it... start it with a... k-k..."

"Oh... oooh? You want me to-- ah, gotcha! Wanna go down the romantic way? I see. Alrighty then, pucker up!"

Shaking like an autumn leaf, Deidre moved in and touched Trent's lips with hers. They were greasy and tasted like a whole buffet, but holy shit, were they soft! She kissed him harder, harder and harder even still, until... the inevitable.

Deidre's body twitched when she felt her head vanish into the man she adored. Every sound faded. Still, she heard his loud moans and his suckling lips, both of which sounded like angelic choirs in her ears.

A small woman like her wouldn't last long; they both knew that, but Trent kept his promise and slowly eased her in. Deidre softly bit her lip. She knew where she was heading and while it was scary, sure, yet at the same time she felt a tingling sensation. It felt... good.

"Trenti-Poo, make sure not to waste a single bit of... uhm, me. I don't know if you can hear me, b-but--"

"GULP!" Suddenly, Trent seemed to have changed his mind, swallowing the rest of Deidre just like that. He had always been impatient, most often with food obviously, so deep down she understood. "Deidre, for the love of god... shut the fuck up when I'm eating."

"S-sorry..." Her voice was close to inaudible. "...I'm so sorry." Even if Trent would be able to hear her, he would pay her no mind, because what was in there had one purpose and one purpose only: filling him up and making him bigger.

"Ah, let's see..." Trent fingered the new lump on his spectacular abdomen, then smiled, pushing his plump cheeks apart. "...HUUURP! Next servant! Chop chop!"

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I decided to make another pic with another story.
Did it pretty quick but I think it turned out nicely! Just look at that sexy gut! X33

Tell me what you think! :D

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