Some weeks have passed since I started my new life as an outlet for the rich and wealthy's vore fetish. Diana's clients come and go, with some regulars emerging. It had become a routine where they would either bring a volunteer or someone who they had paid to be eaten and they would enjoy themselves, a partner or sometimes me while I ate and digested the meal. I'd even enjoyed some of the hotel staff but Diana had put an end to that when she found out. I had gained a significant amount of weight

My sleep was disturbed a few times, mostly by the snakes squirming around my belly, but watching the outlines move across my stomach quickly soothed me back into my food coma. I briefly woke when they loaded me onto a fork lift to carry me out of the warehouse. I remembered looking around blearily before falling back asleep. When I finally woke properly, I stretched, finding myself lying on a very comfortable bed. Smiling as I could feel someone massaging my belly, I slowly opened my eyes and lo

I woke a few times over the rest of the week. The first couple of days was usually because particularly large bubbles of gas escaped but as the week went on, my fat gut started to rumble again. I ordered deliveries but didn't eat the couriers, my gut still too full for that.


While eating one of the many additional meals, I noticed Chloe's phone was sitting on the table which had been moved to the side of the room. The other girls hadn't brought anything, ev

I checked the time on my computer screen as I clicked send on my last assignment and sighed, leaning back in my chair causing it to groan under my weight. I'd been looking forward to this night for weeks. I'd met a few voreaphiles on the forums and we'd planned to meet tonight. I had booked a week's vacation, my boss thought I was being cryptic when I wouldn't tell her what I had planned. Though I was convinced she kept eyeing up my fat body, I wasn't sure yet if she would appreciate that I was