Zenith City is a surprisingly peaceful city, especially on the cusp of springtime. Though predators roam freely, there are very few events that can be considered “newsworthy” aside from a new anticipated product on the market maybe some celebrity drama or politics. It’s because of this lack of news that a certain reporter waits anxiously for something interesting to occur.
 
 
A woman dressed in business casual attire lazes out the back of a truck with the logo for the local news channel, “Zenith City News”. The woman had long silky black hair, caramel colored skin and hazel brown eyes. Her DD-cup breasts threatened to break free of her top and blouse as she was laying back with her legs dangling out the van, rubbing her empty growling stomach. Her skirt was in even more distress as is struggled to contain her huge round butt and thick thighs.
 
 
“Maria,” a scruffy-looking man who was checking his phone in the driver’s seat said, “we got a scoop. Close the damn door and lets go.”
 
 
“Aren’t you being a bit rude to a girl who can literally eat you?”
 
 
“Hell if I care. Besides, doubt you would want to get rid of the only camera guy willing to film your fat ass. Now shut the door and lets go. I ain’t getting paid to be your nanny.”
 
 
The woman pouted as she closed the van doors before they drove off. “You know, you could at least try to be a little nicer to me.” she said sitting back in the passenger seat.
 
 
“Says the woman who threatened to eat me.”
 
 
The woman, named Marielle Oliveira, has been a reporter for the Zenith City News for a few months now. She loves her job and the attention it brings, however she’s not as well revered by her colleagues or superiors. Her cameraman and partner was Joseph McCarpenter. He’s been working behind the scenes ever since ZCN was founded and before then at a major studio in LA; a seasoned and respected veteran.
 
 
“This is the place.” Joseph said. They arrived at the entrance of the Central City park, a very popular date hotspot as well as the hunting grounds for many local predators.
 
 
“Ooh, what kind of juicy story awaits us here? A heinous crime? A riot? Maybe something with free food...”
 
 
“Quit thinking with your stomach.” he interrupted her thoughts. “Look over there. That’s our story.” In the center of the park, there seemed to be a stage and podium set up with a small crowd of people gathered around. Lined up along the stage were young kids wearing red and brown uniforms, all looked no older than 12. Above them there was a banner that read “Foxtail Scout Badge Award Ceremony”.
 
 
“...Are you serious!? This is just a waste of time!” Maria complains. “How the hell is this bullshit newsworthy?! I’ve never heard of these Foxtail Scouts! It’s just Such a waste of my talents.”
 
 
“I don’t know what you’re thinking your ‘talents’ are good for, but we ain’t getting paid until we report something. Unless you got something better…”
 
 
“Oh you know I could do better. Get the camera ready and be prepared to film in 5.” Maria grabbed her bag and walked out the van in a hurry.
 
 
“What the hell do you think you’re going?” Joseph yelled.
 
 
“Isn’t it obvious?” she smirked, “to find us a more ‘interesting’ story!”
 
 
Joseph sighed and began to set up for the filming, though he did agree with Marielle. “When did this city become so peaceful,” he thought. Normally this should be seen as a good thing, but for a journalist that means there won’t be any interesting scoops. It’s a journalist’s passion and Marielle is no exception. She was a journalist back in her hometown in Brazil, but was fired due to her “habits”. Yet it’s because of those habits she scored a job as a reporter for the ZCN. Those habits were, as anyone who lives in this city would guess…
 
 
A sudden knock came from outside the van door. Joseph grabbed the camera and equipment and set up outside as Marielle returned. He notified his superior he was ready to film as he made the count: 3...2...1...
 
 
“Good afternoon Zenith City.” Maria said in professional tone to the camera, “my name is Marielle Oliveira, reporting live from Central City Park. As you can see behind me, there is currently a crowd of people gathered her. It is the 15th annual badge ceremony for the Foxtail Scouts. However that’s not what I’m here to report.”
 
 
“Here we go…” Joseph thought as the camera followed Maria until she walked up to a random bystander.
 
 
“Excuse me sir,” Marielle asked the tall man. “are you aware that this area is a hotspot for pred activity?”
 
 
“Umm...no? What is this, an interview?”
 
 
“As you can see,” she continues to the camera, “this fact isn’t commonly shared with the general public. It’s believed to be because of this lack of knowledge that many fall victim to predators. Just as this man does…”
 
 
Before he could comprehend her words, Maria suddenly grabbed the man and pulled his head into her mouth. “I knew it…” Joseph said under his breath as he kept filming. She quickly gulped down his torso as she unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. Her belly started to bloat outwards and bulge out from under her top. Once his waist reached her lips she lifted the rest of him in the air and let gravity help push him deeper into her throat. He tries to flail and struggle but to no avail. A few heavy gulps pulled his legs and feet past her lips until he was completely inside her stomach. She pats her belly and unleashes a loud belch.
 
 
“...and for the predators watching today, I can vouch that this park is great for finding very delicious prey. This is Marielle signing out. *Belch*”
 
 
Marielle rolled back her seat and contently rubbed her huge churning gut as Joseph started driving back to the studio. “I told you I’d find something interesting.” she said smugly.
 
 
“That’s nice, but it would be nice if you could move that gut of yours. I can’t see the mirror.”
 
 
“As if you think I can squeeze into the back like this.” she says smacking her gut which replies with a loud slosh. “I’ll trust you’ll get us back safely. Besides the brass can’t complain as long as we meet our quota.”
 
 
Joseph chuckles. “I still think you put more faith in that gut than me.”
 
 
“Don’t complain. You know you love it when my belly’s nice and big like this.”
 
 
“As long as it gives me my paycheck…”
 
 
The End