Heather never was, and probably never will be a romantic type. The somewhere just under one ton slob only ever cared about filling her belly with the greasiest of fast food and the most sugary of sodas, eating any man she could fit down her gullet provided there wasn't already one in her fat gut, and pleasuring herself (or, if the situation allowed, forcing herself on others to pleasure herself) whenever all the previous criteria were met and her ravenous paunch was sated.

Matter of fact heathers preferred person to eat, if she had been forced to think about it for more than a few seconds, was probably birdmen. So its even more strange to her that she ended up sharing her apartment and even "dating" a bluejay named Ron. She met Ron right after dropping out of college when a few of her "friends" socially pressured her into going to the gym. They met in the locker rooms while she was in the middle of roughly swallowing some poor rat, and rather than ignore her or run away, he approached the slob with an obvious physical attraction to her even as her belly bloated and quivered with the intense struggles of a suffocating man just his size and weight. Heather, not one for standards and assuming she would eat this gym rat after knowing him for a few days, somehow ended up *not* eating him within the first few days of rooming with her, which somehow eventually became the first few weeks, and so on. perhaps it was his willingness to put up with her antagonizing antisocial berating and degrading, maybe it was that he was rather attractive, the bird did go to the gym often, and being skinny, lithe, and athletically muscular was often considered the peak of masculine beauty during that time.

Or maybe it was just simply the fact that he would buy and feed her fast food and groceries with minimal complaint, only rarely forcing her to go along with him so that he wouldn't get bored (and so perhaps he could get to see her eat someone, which he did not often get to see as he worked nights a lot, which were unfortunately her most active hours.

Tonight for them was no different than most other nights, Ron came home at about 11 o' clock, finishing his shift tired and hungry. Heather sat on the couch napping with her gigantic belly sticking up into the air, snoring loudly and occasionally shifting in her sleep as her phone stuck out from her neck folds and audibly played porn that he could hear from the other side of the room. given that her vibrator was still plugged in and sitting near her, it seems she probably gorged herself on leftovers (which a quick check in the fridge confirmed with several empty pizza boxes), masturbated for several orgasms worth, and promptly decided to nap until ron came home. The comparatively tiny bird quietly walked across the piles of crumpled up food bags and up to her large, bulbous belly, where he gently rested his scaly hands on it.

His fingers sank a good inch into the pliant, slimy blubber, in the time he'd known her she'd grown from about half a ton to just under a whole ton. and now, at this size, her huge paunch was nearly as tall as him standing up. He took one hand off, with several sticky strands of slime connecting them before he brought it back down with a hearty *PLAP!*

He both of Heathers eyes slowly open up with a groan, her pupils focusing in on him as her permanent, fat-faced frown deepened. she took her phone from her neck folds, turned off the porn and checked the time.

"You're late, fucking dumbass. And I swear to god if you didn't bring me my fucking burgers I'm going to eat you alive. And I don't smell any so you better have a good fucking excuse for me not to digest you alive while i get it delivered..."

She wheezed out with a cough to clear her throat, her voice was hoarse probably from not speaking to anyone all day Ron only smirked in response, rocking on his heels and drumming on the obese lardballs massive belly.

"Well... then you wont have any room for the fast food run I was going to take you on! I know you haven't eaten someone in a good long while, you gotta be getting HUNGRY, huh?"

"Ron you are so FUCKING dead when I get the energy to grab your tiny ass, I'm going to bite you in half and swallow you in two pieces."

She reaches her fat, grubby for him and grabs onto his arm, making Ron chuckle as she huffed and puffed, sitting up on the couch with an immense effort and reeling him toward her.

"Okay, okay! I'm just kidding, you fatass! I brought something for you to snack on, but it's in the car, and you're going to have to come with me if you want to get some more."

Heather grumbled something under her breath and let out a steamy huff as she looked down at her massive drooping belly, it hung so low that with the slight bow in the couch, it sat perfectly on the ground in front of her, round and soft, rising and falling with every breath she took.

"Fine, let's go."

She mumbled, taking several seconds to stand up to her full height of "just a bit taller than Ron", the jiggling pile of blubber rested her head on her massive mound of chins as she hiked her falling pajama pants up her huge, wobbling rear. She then slid her hands around the band to the front where Ron instinctively jumped to action and began to help her tuck her massive gut into the equally huge pajama pants. She fixed her breasts' positions in her greasy, stained tank top, and rested her flabby arms back to her side as she bumped ron out of the way, ambulating toward the door with massive, whole-body-quivering, stomping waddles. Ron couldn't resist coming up behind her, pushing her tail out of the way and hugging into mass of folds lining her posterior, attempting to get a handfull of her greasy belly at the anterior, only to have it slip from his grasp as she stopped walking and her body re-settled.

"...Ron...!"

She let out a growl like a wild animal, her rage palpable through the faint quivering of her balled fists.

"Sorry, been a while since i got to do that. That horse from last week looks great on you, babe..."

"You're not eating a fucking bite until you get under my gut and put that stupid fucking beak to work doing something OTHER than saying stupid shit"

"eh, works for me."

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A long walk to the service elevator for plus sized predators and a short drive later, the two were leaving their favorite fast food place with several bags worth of fast food stewing in heathers sweaty greaseball gut, and Ron carrying many, many more next to her. Occasionally, heathers stomach jiggled from something other than its own, seemingly autonomous movement. Ron looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, while Heather Couldn't seem to care less, She carried a burger in one hand an a soda in the other as her hanging paunch swayed and burbled, The only thing that betrayed what was really in there, beyond all the disgusting, greasy burger-slop and river of soda, was the occasional twitch of a rather conspicuous and seemingly quite heavy person sized bump bulging her already massive belly out to ridiculous bounds, once they got to the car, heather lazily gulped down another whole burger, taking a sip from her soda with her eyes closed as Ron peered over at her.

"did anyone see?"

Heather didn't answer, taking the drink from full all the way to the tell-tale empty slurps in one chug. she tossed the soda cup and let out a deep, bassy belch that droned on for several seconds. Only ron and her could see in the low light as a few slime drenched feathers blasted out of her maw, propelled by the disgusting belch, and floated down lazily toward the ground, heather patted her obese belly with a slobbish groan, dropping both hands down to pull it out of her pajamas and let it hang freely. She leaned back like a morbidly obese pregnant woman, and ron could see exactly where her stomach organ was, bloated and circular, pressing out against her blubber and purple-ish skin with just the faintest outline of someone curled up tight within her. he shook the image away as he turned on the car and got the heat on for her, hearing her gloat as she slapped and massaged her bulbous gut.

"No, no one saw a fucking thing. Are you kidding me? they probably don't even know they're missing a server yet."

The big slob let out yet another belch, this one quite a bit shorter but nonetheless disgusting and loud.

"You shouldn't eat people from the place you get food from, Heather. You're hurting their business."

"It's not my fault he was showing off so much cute bird ass, he wanted it going to work dressed like that! did you see the way he looked at me when he gave me all those burgers. I haven't heard a single whine coming from my gut since we left, he's probably jerking it while he can in there."

Heather finally seated herself in Ron's Van, which obviously bowed to her side as she got herself comfy. The bird himself stared at Heathers monumental gut, watching it twitch and quiver as the lurid sounds of digestion bubbled and roiled inside of the mostly quiet car.

He couldn't help it, he leaned over the arm-rest and laid himself across heathers mammoth paunch, nestling his head sideways into the sinking quicksand of her belly in order to listen closely to the sound of her casually ending someone's life. Each gurgle covering up what he could now hear were vague cries for help, pleads for mercy, and attempts at bargaining that all fell on either his own helpless ears or his girlfriends antisocially unremorseful ones. A large tent formed in Ron's khaki pants. Her true meal and true reason for accepting this ride out to the fast food joint wasn't for the burgers, it was for a bird just like him, it was completely spur of the moment and this huge slob didn't even think twice about eating him. Ron didn't want to die to his fatass girlfriend, at least not yet, and so this was the closest he could get to witnessing his own mortality. And it was probably the single most exotic, fascinating, and utterly arousing experience he would be blessed with in his time on this earth. she'd eaten many other people right in front of him, but this one was one he would touch himself to for years. and he knew it the second he laid across his girlfriends hugely obese belly.

For heather, though, it was just a weekly occurrence.

She reciprocated his advance, wrapping a saggy, sweaty arm around him as her other hand rubbed over her heavy, stuffed gut. Another monstrous belch forced several more feathers out of her esophagus, and a dark spot of leaking pre formed in Ron's pants as they fell onto his face. she really didn't spare a single thought for either her actions or her own look, she was the ultimate voracious slob. Mentally, in this moment, he was the bird inside heathers belly.

"you going to get fucking driving, or what?"

The slob mumbled out, sticking her chin up to scratch at her gigantic tire of a neck. Her casualness about all of his made Ron shiver as if she'd just whispered into his ear, he got off her gut drenched in her slime, and sat back in his seat. Meanwhile heather was reaching into one of the bags he set down for another big burger.

"Hey, I got an idea you stupid bird bitch. how about you let me drive, and you can give me some head on the way so you can eat when you get home?"

Ron let out what could only be described as a horny whimper, something between a huff and a whine, and nodded softly, he unbuckled himself from the seatbelt, got down onto the floor and curled up tight right under the seat, he heard her waddling footsteps as she approached his side of the door, watched her drop her pants in the middle of the parking lot, step out of them and pick them up. then she began the arduous process of actually sitting in Ron's thankfully predator-sized Van, once again it bowed, and Ron obediently helped her lift her naked stomach up into the vehicle, he held it up with the flat of his back, doing most of the work as she lazily held on to two fat rolls.

"alright, you know how it goes, you want air? you gotta work for it."

Ron obediently nodded (not like she could even see him or hear him over her gurgly paunch) and heather relaxed herself into the seat, dropping her saggy belly around Ron all at once. Utterly removing any visual trace of him from the outside world and completely smothering him in slimy blubber, she shifted her weight around as he fought to push her blubber out of the way and reach her slit. She let out another crass belch as she put the van in reverse, keeping one hand on her vast gut to rub it while backing out, driving away from the scene of the crime with her pajamas in the seat next to her and two birds completely and utterly in her Slovenly ownership.

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Wow, that ended up being a long short story. Heres a pic I got from Mackbeard on twitter (https://twitter.com/MackBeard3) involving a post-college dropout NEET heather and her boyfriend Ron, both of which were made with the creative help of my amazing boyfriend Ceriole. as always i hope you all enjoy!

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