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Christy planned extensively for the evening ahead. In fact, she’d been planning for months, writing up checklists of all the food she’d need to stock her fridge with, reinforcing her furniture and settling her business, making sure nothing would disturb this one day, this one chance to fulfil her fantasies.

As the hour approached, Christy showered, dressed – she loved the way her tight dress hugged her tummy and tits – and tied her brown hair back in a ponytail. At last, nearly bursting with excitement now, she danced down the stairs and waited by the front door. When the bell finally rang, her heart skipped a few beats. She threw open the door–

“Hey, Christy,” said Shelly, leaning in the doorway and clutching a wine bottle by the stem. It was already half-empty, and Shelly’s curly blonde hair hung drunkenly around her red face. “I’m here to par-tay!” She hiccupped. Two of her cronies were behind her, jostling and smirking. Christy smiled politely and pointed them to the living room, where countless additional beer awaited them. Once they were gone, Christy stepped outside and glanced up and down the street. Not yet…

While Shelly got acquainted with the booze, three more guests arrived – all plump, gorgeous girls eager to start partying. Christy turned on the stereo, and the thump of pop music filled the house. She even dimmed the lights – but she didn’t go into the living room. The most important guest – the only one Christy cared about – wasn’t here yet.

The bell rang. Christy took a deep breath, grasped the handle, and tried to look casual as she opened up – and found herself staring at a heaving, grumbling belly stretching a nice green dress almost to bursting. Christy’s gaze climbed…and climbed…until she was staring up into her best friend’s blue eyes.

“Hi, Zuzka.”

Zuzana smiled, a rosy blush filling her freckled cheeks, and she stooped under the doorway to hug Christy. Christy was immediately, almost totally engulfed in the pudge of her friend’s boobs and gut, hot cleavage pressing up to her chin. She hugged back as best she could, but there was no way her arms could wrap all the way around Zuzana. Instead, she patted her shoulders and kissed her cheek, laughing sweetly. “Hey, big girl! Oh…” Christy put on a mock frown and trailed her hands down to Zuzana’s belly, patting it gently, making it ‘glunk’ and ‘groo’ in soft protest. “You’ve already eaten?”

“No..?” Zuzana said innocently, her avoiding Christy’s eyes.

“Oh, come on…” Christy pressed harder, sinking almost elbow-deep in Zuzana’s pillowy tum. God, she was warm. Christy had to hold back from just…throwing her entire body against her crush’s tummy, shoving her ear against it, kissing it. Ever since they’d met in high school, Christy had held a deep fascination with Zuzana’s body: watching her eat at lunchtime had been the highlight of each day, as entire chickens and trays of pasta vanished into her gargling maw, her belly expanding to a huge, bumpy swell. Christy had often quizzed her friend on the limits of her hunger: ‘Could you eat a dog?’ she’d often asked in abject, almost creepy fascination. ‘Could you eat a person?’ At these points, Zuzka had always blushed hot-red and mumbled something about how silly Christy was. Christy’s first orgasm had been to the thought of sliding down Zuzana’s throat, becoming the bulge in her gut, satisfying her ravenous hunger for just a few hours…

“Okay, okay!” Zuzana yelped, laughing and pushing Christy back. “I might have eaten a little something…”

“A little something? This feels like a five-course meal.”

Zuzana tilted her head adorably. “But that’s just a snack.”

Christy tugged her friend’s hand. “Come on. Everyone’s waiting.”

-

Christy had it all planned out. She knew Zuzana’s metabolism was superhuman: because of her size, she could guzzle many bottles of wine without getting drunk. The rest of their friends were party animals, and would be blackout drunk within a couple of hours. Once Zuzana and Christy were alone, Christy could make her move – a flirty comment, a shy kiss…something to get the ball rolling. She wanted to take things to the next level. Having Zuzana as a friend was awesome, but having her as a girlfriend? That was Christy’s dream. Making sure she was well-fed, massaging her tummy after meals, kissing those plump lips…sleeping beside her… The more Christy thought about it, the more she realised her problem: she was a dreamer. She needed to act.

Shelly led the drinking, praising Zuzana when she downed entire bottles in one swig, teasing Christy for not drinking. Whenever Shelly made a sharp comment, Zuzana glanced at Christy as if to say, ‘Are you okay with this?’ Christy just smiled at her friend and squeezed a little closer.

Suddenly, Shelly got up, swaying where she stood. She mounted a fist on her hip and raised the other hand in the air. “You know, Zuzana…” She hiccupped. “You’re kind of a freak of nature – but we all love you for it. Why don’t you show us what that big mouth can do?”

Zuzana flushed and looked away, digging her fingers into the sofa cushions. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Shelly blinked a few times, her gaze fading in and out of focus. “Hey, Christy! Get something for Z to swallow.” She stabbed a finger triumphantly toward the kitchen.

Christy squirmed uncomfortably. The suggestion made her feel hot – she wanted everyone to see Zuzka eat, to admire her hunger the way she did, but something about this felt…like they were making Zuzana into a freakshow. She didn’t want that.

“Good idea!” Zuzana chirped, and slapped her tummy with a rippling ‘CLAP!’. “I haven’t eaten in ages!” She met Christy’s shocked gaze and winked. “Get something big for me, okay?”

Christy swallowed, took a breath, and nodded. She hopped to her feet and went into the kitchen, yanking open the fridge to reveal shelves upon shelves brimming with succulent meats, sides of ham, strings of fat sausages… Christy seized an item covered in tinfoil and unwrapped it on a plate – an unnaturally large, roast turkey. When she brought it back into the living room, the girls cooed in awe – and gathered around Zuzana.

“Feed it to her, C!” Shelly hooted.

Standing on the sofa, Christy could just reach her best friend’s mouth. Zuzana grinned at her before tipping her head back and opening wide. “Aaah…”

Christy shivered. From his vantage, she could see into Zuzana’s maw. The pink lining of her mouth, the wet swish of her tongue…the quivering ropes of saliva hanging between her tonsils… Christy lifted the plate with some effort, touched the brim to Zuzana’s lip, and tilted it. The turkey, several times bigger than Christy’s head, slid off the plate and into the suckling cup of Zuzana’s mouth. It stopped there, just barely filling the girth of her maw. Christy slipped to her knees in front of her friend, crowding around her belly with the other girls as it grumbled and glucked, anticipating the meal…

Zuzana hummed and touched her belly as if to say, ‘Pay close attention’. With her other hand she reached up, touched the crown of the turkey, and pushed it down her throat with ease. Schglulk. Her neck bloated around the massive object, briefly, until the bulge vanished behind her collarbone. The girls gasped in awe, Christy included, when, a moment later, Zuzana’s gut gave a muffled ‘glunk’, seeming to grow a tiny bit firmer before their eyes. Zuzana patted her stomach and curled her toes happily. “How was that?”

“Freakin’ awesome!” Shelly cheered, thrusting a bottle high in the air. All at once, the other girls were laughing with glee and embarrassment, crawling back to their own drinks. Some lingered before Zuzana’s stomach, blushing hotly, but one by one, they peeled away. All but Christy.

Zuzana peered down at her with a gentle smile. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Christy breathed, transfixed. “Uhm…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Already, Zuzana’s gut was starting to churn around its meal. The massive girl grunted and tensed, then opened wide and gave a basso belch of satisfaction. Christy had to restrain herself from cramming a hand under her dress and starting to masturbate there and then.

-

It didn’t take long for the party to peak – and then, all at once, come crashing down as the other girls blacked out. Shelly fell asleep across the sofa armrest, snoring with her golden hair tangled around her head. Christy must have imagined it when she thought she saw Zuzana glance at the sleeping drunkard – and lick her lips.

Those who didn’t black out helped their fallen comrades upstairs to the guest bedrooms. Shelly was an immovable object, though, and they left her to snooze where she lay. Once everyone was gone, Christy faced Zuzana and said, “Ah…”

Zuzana smiled. “You’ve been nervous all night. Come on – that’s wrong?”

“I-It’s nothing…” Christy yelped when Zuzana grabbed her waist and hoisted her into the air, spinning her around in a slow circle. Soon, Christy was laughing, her brown ponytail whipping her face, while Zuzana smirked and manhandled her. Satisfied by Christy’s laughter, Zuzana set her down and rubbed her cheek with a thumb.

“Let’s go to bed, shall we?”

“Thuh-that’s what I was going to suggest,” Christy mumbled. “There aren’t enough beds for everyone, b-but I have a queen-sized bed with a steel frame, if you wanted to… I-I mean, I’ll sleep on the floor, and you can–”

Zuzana puffed out her cheeks. “You’re not sleeping on the floor,” she said. “We can cuddle up together, like one of our old sleepovers. Come on.” Not taking ‘no’ for an answer, Zuzana seized Christy’s hand – and most of her waist – and dragged her upstairs. Zuzana’s swinging hip, and the wild, clopping sway of her rump, nearly beat Christy senseless. All Christy could do was hold on for dear life and let her massive friend lead the way. When they reached the bedroom, Zuzana was looking pretty sleepy, and Christy saw her hopes of a flirty liaison slipping away. Zuzana was full of energy during the day, but she could sleep in any situation – especially after eating – and once her eyelids started to droop…

“Y-You don’t need to sleep like that,” said Christy hastily. “Actually, I have just the thing!” She went to her wardrobe and threw it open. “Ta-da!”

Zuzana turned and stared. She pursed her lips in confusion. “Why…do you have a nightgown my size?”

Christy felt a drop of sweat form on her forehead. “It, er…belonged to my…mother?”

“Your mom’s a third my height,” Zuzana said, but she seemed to accept her good fortune – without another moment’s hesitation, she started to roll her green dress up. Christy’s mouth dropped open as, in a series of tugs and strains, the voracious beauty exposed her thighs, her heaving shelf of an ass, her bare pussy…

“W-Whhh..!”

“You’re making noises again,” Zuzana said with a giggle. “Haven’t you seen me nude before?” She wiggled her hips teasingly as her skirt’s fabric stretched around her humongous belly, which probably hadn’t been as large when she’d first put the garment on. The swell of her gut, sweat-glossed and groaning… Christy gulped faintly. Zuzana’s boobs were next: luscious mountains topped by fat, mouth-filling nipples. At last, Zuzana was naked. She tossed her dress callously into a corner and stepped forward to don the nightgown. Her butt accidentally bumped Christy’s face, sending her sprawling into a bean pillow – where she sat, staring as her friend stretched the oversized gown even further. It was practically transparent, showing off her stiff pink nipples and wonderfully soft pussy mound through its thin fabric, but Zuzana didn’t seem to care.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. She sprawled on her side, her humongous body straining even the steel bed-frame. Christy stood silent for a moment, staring at her friend’s chest, her gut heaving with each deep breath. Her eyes, blissfully shut, her lips curled in an angelic smile. Christy carefully climbed onto the bed in front of Zuzana, her head just under her purring lips… Zuzana’s breasts swallowed up Christy’s chest, and her gut engulfed most of her torso. Christy exhaled and shut her eyes, nestling into her friend like the world’s best hug-pillow. She wanted to fall asleep like this every night, listening to Zuzana’s body grumble and grunt, soothing her even as it excited her…

-

Zuzana never slept through the entire night. Her tummy wouldn’t let her – she just had to have a midnight snack, something to digest until she awoke and had breakfast. Christy knew this, and planned for it. When she was sure Zuzana was deep asleep, she detached from her friend’s heat and, regrettably, stood up. She sneaked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Shelly was still snoring on the sofa when Christy slipped into a cupboard and shut the door, sealing herself in darkness. From here, when she cracked the door open a tiny fraction, she could see into the kitchen – the fridge, packed full of food that would soon be in Zuzana’s stomach. Christy couldn’t help herself: in the cramped cupboard, she slid a hand under her dress and plunged two fingers into her pussy, rolling her palm against her clit in practised motions. She did her best to keep quiet, even when, somewhere above her, the floorboards creaked under a massive weight… Christy fished her cell phone out of her pocket. She was going to record Zuzana eating…for personal use. She knew she was a depraved pervert, but she didn’t care at all. She lived to see Zuzana consume.

Zuzana took longer than Christy expected. It sounded like she couldn’t find the stairs – sleepwalking, maybe, moving through the first floor with increasingly sluggish steps. When, at last, the top step groaned under Zuzana’s weight, Christy was close to orgasm. She released her pussy, not wanting to squeal and alert her friend to her presence. Instead, she breathed deeply, trapped in a cage of excitement as the steps grew louder and louder. Gosh…she could hear Zuzana’s tummy growling.

Zuzana belched. A moment later, Christy heard Shelly snort. It sounded like she was waking up! Damn. If Zuzana got embarrassed and went back to bed, Christy wouldn’t be able to get her material. She squeezed her cell phone tight…

“Hunh?” Shelly groaned. “Hey, what’re you–hey!” Suddenly, her cries were muffled. Christy trembled. She felt like a flash-fire, burning up in the closet as a hard rhythm of gulps and slurps silenced Shelly.

Zuzana entered the kitchen. Christy was almost too scared to move, but slowly, she pushed the door open – ever so slightly, just enough to peer into the kitchen, to see her friend…

Zuzana was enormous. Her belly jutted in her nightgown, several times larger than when she’d laid down to sleep. Not only that – it was writhing, the shapes of frantic hands and feet clawing, pushing outward. Christy’s eyes widened, sweat rolling down her skin. Six people…six people in Zuzana’s stomach. It was too much to comprehend all at once. Without realising it, Christy started recording the scene. Zuzana opened the fridge and began to feast, apparently not full yet. She stuffed another whole turkey down her maw, crooning happily as it bulged her neck. She crammed the end of a string of sausages in her lips and started to slurp, guzzle, and gulp them down. Bread, milk, fruit – nothing was safe.

Christy wasn’t even masturbating anymore, so her orgasm hit like a baseball bat. She squealed and fell forwards, bursting through the cupboard door and toppling to her knees in the centre of the living room, squirting all down her thighs. She bucked and thrashed and gurgled, but even as she came, she forced herself to her feet and pointed her camera at Zuzana. She was in a trance, almost, enslaved to the goddess’ feast.

Zuzana whirled, eyes wide with shock. A string of sausages still dangled from her mouth, a bunch of food clutched in the crook of her arm. Sweat painted her forehead. “Ah..!” she gasped. Christy seeing her…her gut, swollen with six partygoers, already digesting them with a series of low groans. For a long time, Zuzana and Christy stared at each-other in the dimness. Zuzana couldn’t stop eating: once something was in her mouth, it was going down, and so she slurped at the sausages even as she said: “P-Please…uhn…ulggp…please don’t call the police…”

Christy’s lips hung apart. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Her hand was in her skirt – Zuzana saw that, too. For a few seconds, she stammered, too fried with lust to do anything else. Then she forced herself to inhale. “I…won’t,” she said. The words seemed to break the barrier that was keeping her frozen. She turned and walked away, up the stairs, leaving Zuzana in the kitchen.

-

Zuzana knew she had to talk to Christy – but first, she finished off the fridge. She ate until she sweated, shovelling big handfuls of meat and fruit into her widening maw until her belly bumped the fridge shelves and nearly knocked the whole thing over. She stared into the empty fridge grimly, writhing on the inside. She was afraid – afraid of what her best friend would think. Shame mingled with the absolute lust that came with devouring six people – and twice their weight in prepared food – in one sitting. The six in her gut were quiet now, turned into nutrients along with the sausages and turkeys, past the point of no return. Zuzana covered her mouth when she belched again, and slowly, straining for every step, she returned to the bedroom.

Christy wasn’t there. Zuzana sighed and sat down on the bed. The frame creaked worryingly – even the steel threatened to snap beneath her weight – but it held. Zuzana rubbed her thighs gently. She didn’t think Christy would tell anyone about this, but she might never speak to her again. Zuzana didn’t want that. Guh… Why had she done something so stupid?

“Hey.”

Zuzana gasped and looked to the door. Christy stood in the threshold, nude and sparkling with sweat. Her eyes were half-lidded, staring smokily at Zuzana.

“Hi,” Zuzana breathed as Christy came towards her, climbing onto the bed. Without another word, Christy knelt to rub Zuzana’s belly, massaging her stuffed gut with deep, delightful rolls. Zuzana leaned back and rested her hand on Christy’s back, guiding her closer.

“Ohn…ah… Th-thank you…”

Christy shushed her with a finger – then leaned over and kissed her lips. Zuzana kissed back hard, full of love and grace. She’d never felt this way before, never been accepted like this.

“Christy…”

“Shut up. I love you.”

“I–…I love you too.”

The night went on.
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Story done by Umbrelloid.

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