“HUFF… HUFF… fuck… NGH!... stupid… frame…”

Heather let out a deep, husky grunt as she barged the majority of her fat, sweaty gut through the doorway. deep within the thickly padded and richly jiggling sea of lard faint screams and pleas for help vibrate out from the gigantic belly the salamander hefted along, but she didn’t really seem to pay any attention to it, even to the particularly louder ones that broke through the metric half-ton of blubber to form audible words. As her sweat-slicked gut finally slipped through, now all that was left was her hips. Her huge arms swung into her apartment as she twisted and squished her fat ass through the doorway. Even though the apartment was built to house a particularly sizeable person like her, it was one of the few on this floor of the complex designed for predators, she always found herself having trouble with this door, especially after huge meals and their effects on her already gigantic physique.

Finally she pushed her way through, and as she did so her torn sweatpants slipped down from her blubbery thighs and fell to the floor as she walked into her gross apartment, her prey stuffed gut jiggled faintly as strong kicks, squirms, and screams from the rabbits continued with unending vigor.

“mmmph! MMMMPH! PLEMMMPH!”

“MM-DON’T WANT TO-MMMPH-MMMMPH!”

Only a few words could be made out at a time, Heather took a blissful second to disassociate herself from the reality and get lost in her own immensity, ignoring the cries for mercy as her over-round beach ball of a gut wobbled to and fro. She took the time to fondle over, under, and along the side of her obesity, especially around her cavernous navel, which she played with in the privacy of her own home now that she was sure she could do so without any interruptions. Already she could hear people outside opening their doors, more than a few male voices spoke in hushed whispers that vibrated through the walls just as the voices inside her belly vibrated out to her. Just like the ones in her belly she couldn’t make out any words in the slightest. No doubt she’d been seen by people looking through windows after the sound of her breaking in through the door, but as per usual people knew to keep quiet about this sort of thing and just hope it doesn’t happen to them. People speaking up almost always made its way back to heather. Whether it was police or the person themselves feeling brave enough to knock on the salamander’s door, either way she would come to find out.
Once she got done holding as still as possible to listen to the faint investigative commotion outside, the slob waddled her way toward the couch, her gargantuan gut reaching the recently purchased yet nearly destroyed piece of before the rest of her body on her plodding, waddling gait. The huge mass of gut the salamander carried pushed a hastily set up table out of the way of the rest of her body as she jiggled her mass up to the couch. Her huge rear fell back into the seat almost as if from its own accord with how readily it fell towards gravity’s pull, and the first thing the fat slob did when she sat on the couch was grab for the phone sitting safely on one of the couch’s armrests.

“fuck…”

She mumbled under her breath, her great body jiggling as she had to scoot over to grab her phone. Pulling up several apps for deliveries and starting some orders.

“You two really couldn’t have been more filling?”

She grumbles to her quivering, faintly screaming stomach.

“Oh well, I wanted some more food anyways…”

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art by  evergreenplate

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