Heather's lard-laden body jiggled and bounced like every inch of her was an an ocean of fat being besieged by gale-force winds as she attempted a jogging shuffle to keep up with her more athletic boyfriend. Her grossly immense, slimy gut swayed pendulously as she hobbled a quarter way around the track before resting herself against a wall, leaning over her hanging stomach as it laid upon the ground. Deep inside the roiling depths of her sweaty, slippery blubber folds, a young anthropomorphic fur struggled desperately to even make a discernable bulge on the metric half-ton of swampy blubber that weighed down around his pitifully struggling and whining form. His pleading and incessant struggling against the crushing weight of her fat and internal organs worked up a hot, disgusting belch from the slob as Ron slowed down to a jog-in place as he came up to his greasy, slovenly girlfriend's side.

*ERRRUOOOOOOooOOoooOooOoooOoooRP!!!*

"Okay, that was fun while it lasted, I'm ready to go hit up some fast food places..."

"Of course you are..."

Ron said with the usual teasing, but a sudden and firm grasp on his collar from the doubled-over slob quickly reminded him of the reality of his place in the relationship, one that he constantly tried to push back with dark humor and blissful ignorance. She was a predator and he was prey, and the fact that they'd been dating for a while gave her more than enough legal precedent to devour him in front of everyone in the gym and walk away free on the clause that 'that's how he wanted to go out'. Ron couldn't hold back a scared whimper as she gave him the nonchalant, vacant and hungry gaze so many people saw before disappearing down her slimy, purple gullet...

But instead of his worst fears being confirmed with a sudden chomp, she was just re-orienting herself and using him to stand up again. He hoped she didn't feel his heartbeat, or instead thought it was just his cardio keeping up.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to run with me. I appreciate you coming with me though, Heather."

He tried to cover up his terror with confidence as she stood upright and jostled her great big belly around to re-settle the person she so recently devoured. They changed in the locker room together, and Ron got to get a good peek at him naked before heather barged in and swallowed him. He was an attractive guy, Ron could easily picture himself taking him home after a few drinks at the bar he worked at. He stared into the great slimy mass of wobbling lard, trying hard to look for any sign that there was even a person under her mass of jiggling gut blubber. Whether it was him actually feeling remorse for the person his 'girlfriend' so carelessly devoured and hoping he was noticeable for someone else to take action, or if the bird was just looking to eke out a bit more pleasure from the now throbbing, blood-engorged rod in his shorts it truly was anyone's guess. Either way he had to fix his shorts as the ball of blubber let out another sickeningly deep, bassy belch.

Ron stepped forward as her belch trailed off and she began to pick something from the back of her grease-trap gullet. a slop-dripping t-shirt and pair of partially digested pants rose out between her pinched fingers and was tossed aside into a nearby garbage can after a short waddle. He can up to that gut, now easily a grown man's size on its own merit and still casually growing as she fed herself to immensity, ron pinched two rolls of fat in his feathered grasp and hefted it away from the ground, much to heather's delight as she massaged over the top of it.

"I don't need you to tell me when I can or can't stop running with you, I do what I want."

She says with a slobbish grunt as her shorts nearly fell down what little of her rear they tried to cover. her hands shot back to pull them up her dimpled, sweaty cheeks before sliding her equally slippery chest back into place in her sports bra, clasping her hands out in front of her to stretch her practically hidden pecs and jiggle them into place.

"Is that the guy you just ate or was that..."

"yesterday's... guy i just ate was wearing... I don't know something stupid. Were you into him?"

She questions pretty casually and directly, their relationship was never an entirely monogamous ordeal, in all actuality they were each other's primary attractions almost entirely because they were roommates and because he'd been the longest to survive her gluttony. Both Ron and Heather frequently had one night stands over. all of them men, most of them being fed to the obese blob of a salamander before getting a chance to finish and escape.

"Yeah I mean, he was cute. I wasn't planning on hitting on him but I would have appreciated more time to admire the goods, especially since you got him while he wasn't even done changing."

Heather's obese gut let out a gurgly whine as she fanned herself. her saggy arm blubber flapping in opposition with each hand-wave. Ron couldn't help but bury his face a little in slimy lard as he held it up as high as he could with all his strength.

"Sucks. I was hungry. You get to drag me to the gym, I get to eat whoever I want there and along the way. wasn't that the deal?"

The Saggy mass jiggled a little bit as Ron reset his stance and lifted his head from the slimy embrace with a few strands connecting him to her, he looked up at her with a smirk.

"Look, I'm not complaining babe, he looks great on you but-."

"Don't call me 'babe' you know that shit makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to puke up what's left of this guy all over you. And you 'look', are we done here or are you going to keep running?"

"I did a lot yesterday, I can probably make do with just that today and some extra tomorrow. What, is one person not even enough for this thing any more?"

"You know that it, like, literally never was, right? since we first met? I literally ate someone in front of you and then you took me to a fast food place."

Ron sighed blissfully as he jostled what little he could reach of the obese slobs gluttonous void of a gut around in his arms, that navel was practically begging for him to shove an arm or even his whole body down it. he didn't answer as he fell into another fantasy of being this whale's gym-snack. sliding down her gullet into that rank pit of gastric death so many before him had been condemned to. He was always a bit more of a romantic then heather, to say the least, part of him even hoped she'd remember him long after he was reduced to her meal in a junk-food binge...

He blinked back with a sigh, dropping heather's capacious paunch with a thick SLAP as it hit her cellulite padded and stubby legs. it shook for several seconds, and then hung there like it always did, oblivious to the pleading and struggling of her meal with in aside from the faintest bumps and gurgles working their way out. from the monumental task it was to be noticed amid the prideful trophy case heather's belly had grown to become, none had succeeded in changing their fate of being slob food.

"So are we going to get something to eat or am I substituting you in? if so give me your key's i'll take you car home and get it towed before-"

"No, no... lets go..."

Ron said with a sigh, stretching a bit, and walking off with heather following behind with lazy, jiggling waddles.

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Heather and ron went to the gym! seems one of them is a bit more into working out than the other though.

As well being a lot more into the other, it seems~

Art by coffeesyrups: https://twitter.com/coffeesyrups

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