“It’s my week, it’s my week, it’s my week!”
Swimming through the bay, Zoi was as smug as could be. A big grin spread across her face, showing off her fine, polished set of sharp teeth as she could hardly contain herself.
She wasn’t quite sure what the locals were talking about, but it seemed like some of the humans liked to celebrate something they called “shark week.” She wasn’t too clear on the specifics, but there was one thing that she wa

I’m an insatiable glutton, unable to stop eating.
I had always been chubby, but as of recent I really let myself go. At first, I just ate bigger portions, filling my stomach to near bursting every time… but it wasn’t enough. Every day, every meal, I would gorge myself more and more, slowly expanding my stomach capacity.
I gained a lot of weight. My belly pooched outwards, beginning to cover my thighs, which were thickening up quite a bit. My chest bloated with fat, as well as

BWOOOOOOOORP!
Mmm... you put up a good fight, but you were way too tasty for me to stop. You’re mine now. Just food for my hungry belly.
How is it in there? Cramped? I can feel you struggling... desperately trying to wriggle your way out. There are so many thick layers of pudge between you and freedom, but keep trying. It feels so good...
GRRROOOOWL
Sounds like my belly’s ready to start digesting you. Can’t wait to gurgle you up into more belly chub for me to play with. So soft

Tori was in a tight spot. Literally. The tubby harpy could hardly breathe as was wrapped up tight in the coils of a lamia.
And it was a particularly thick lamia to boot. Tori struggled to free herself, but found herself sinking into the many layers of plush fat. Occasionally she would feel a bump or a squirm come from within the wide red tail; the final struggles of harpies turned snake food.
The large lamia had already eaten many of the other harpies in the village before she barged into Tori&r