Hey everyone, been a good while. This story takes place in the same world as my other stories, about four months after "Lunch in Bed". It does assume a bit of prior information from the previous entries, but I think it would still be easy to grasp what's going on even without having read the other ones. Enjoy!

And with the flick of a switch, the vacuum in her hand pattered into silence, the sole sound in this sea of vacant seats that of the animation projected upon the barn-wide screen. Beneath a dark blue sky, the teal glow of the sunset visible to the west, in a flat expanse of well trimmed grass, and amidst nearly a thousand and a half collapsible camping chairs and a multitude of blankets laid out upon the ground, the theatre quality projector played a song from a Disney musical whose melodies reached only one girl, who was far too occupied to pay it any mind.
She was short, five foot tall even with the added height of the light blue clogs on her feet. Her face was round, her skin an unblemished white, and her eyes a deep azure. On her legs she wore a pair of black yoga pants, the skin of her inner thigh exposed by the effect of the constant friction between her legs and the thin fabric. Those straining leggings were stretched skin tight over two tree trunk thick thighs, barely managing up her callipygian curves to cling tenuously to her wide waist, the elastic's constant slippage requiring frequent readjustment. She wore a pale blue long sleeve shirt the same color of her shoes, the breathable fabric stretched to taunt tension around the basketball sized breasts stuffed within, the thin material clearly outlining the shape of her nipples, semi erect in the brisk evening air. The shirt rode up slightly around her pudgy naval, that globular mass firm, buzzing to a series of squelches. Short, nearly white platinum blonde hair rested upon her cheeks as she bent over horizontally, her rondure rear effectively obfuscating her torso as she rummaged through a backpack she had placed on the ground before her, emerging with an empty eleven inch tall mason jar, six inches in diameter. Holding it in two hands, she placed it upon the ground next to two other objects; one a simple black plastic rod, slightly longer than the width of her palm, with a single button of the same color towards the center, and a red LED display further up the device. The other object was a handheld footlong red and black vacuum cleaner with a glossy but clear plastic dust tray just about at capacity, and through that semispecular substance was a strange sight.
A prismatic swirl of mites was there within, two millennium of shrunken men, women, and a disproportionately large amount of children, the tallest among them not quite half a centimeter in height. Dressed in their multitudes of clothing colors, five minutes prior they had been sat upon their picnic blankets and camp chairs on this mild mid-May Eve in this public park, the children enjoying a city sponsored showing of the film Frozen, and their unengaged parents waiting out the runtime. But now a savage, confused melee took place between them, each viciously clawing and hitting and biting their way in a desperate scramble to avoid being trapped in the sweltering multitude beneath them, those on top fending off grasping limbs from beneath, and those beneath trying to force their constrained arms skyward. In this hectic microchasm, none of their eyes took notice of the hefty jar placed besides them, nor of the curvaceous young woman who had placed it there.
Her hands went back into the bag, this time emerging with a simple piece of crinkled paper and a black pen. Breathing an airy “Horrurrp” from the corner of her mouth, she read through the bullet pointed text;
• Southington: 2056, High School X
• Cheshire: 1809, Supermarkets X
• Waterbury: 1348, Downtown X
• Naugatuck: 991, Stores and Homes
• Bethany: 364, Middle School X
• Hamden: 5447, Shopping Centers
• New Haven: 9003, Colleges X
• West Haven: 466, Elementary School X
• Orange: 4517, Shopping Centers
• Milford: 3788, Mall
• Stratford: 3827, High School, Beach, and Homes X
• Bridgeport: 3232, High School and a Public Gathering X
• Fairfield: 9285, Supermarkets and Shopping Centers
• Bridgeport: 2258, College X
• Trumbull: 4604, Restaurants and Stores X
Beneath which she quickly scrawled
Shelton:
Before she retrieved the plastic rod on the ground, rotating it to read “2063” in a crimson glow. She placed it back by her feet and returned her attention to the paper,
Shelton: 2063, Public Gathering.
The stout silvery haired girl then dropped both pen and paper back into her satchel and turned her attention towards the foot tall jar beside her, whose lid she unfixed. Now she retrieved the vacuum cleaner adjacent, turning it vertically, the crowd within painfully crashing and settling at the receptacle’s bottom before she unbuckled the plastic clasp of the repurposed dust bin. Picking up the plastic container in her right hand, she began to move it above the lid of the mason jar, before she suddenly stopped herself. She looked down upon the paralyzed throng in her hand, a hush come over them as they waited with bated breath for whatever injustice that would be wrought upon them next. Azure eyes studied them as a soft pink tongue emerged to wet the girl's sultry lips as they shifted into a smirk.
With her left hand she reached for where her naval was exposed, kneading and poking a few times, prompting a vommy “Hewurrrah” to leak from between her smirk. Her belly was still firm to the touch, the forty six hundred residents of the town of Trumbull she had devoured some forty minutes ago still digesting within her. She shook her waist hither and thither, listening to the burbling of her stomach, the sound of 4,604 people rendered into a slurry, sloshing against the sides of her gut. She felt a slight tinge of emptiness as she did so, short of satisfaction by a tangible margin.
Her lips parted as the container rose. A desperate flurry began within the lilliputian horde as her jaw lowered, exposing two rows of pearly-whites. Slowly, she raised the opening of the bin to her mouth, unhurriedly turning it horizontally. A great shoving match ensued as those nearest to the opening tried to push away from the moist maw before them, yet spill out they did, impelled by the irresistible weight of this four pound crowd. Dozens fell in, then hundreds. The shoving matched resumed, with those on the slick, soft surface of the girl's mouth fighting like they were possessed, before the plastic before them suddenly lurched. Languidly, torturously, the girl's head cocked back further and further as the container rose in tandem. Men, women, and children fell in great clumps, smacking painfully onto tongue or lip or tooth before being smothered by more and more people as the receptacle rose higher and higher. Newcomers clattered upon those resident, coming to rest pinned against the roof of the girl’s mouth, or spilling over further to be encapsulated in the mushy pouch of her cheeks. This carried on for nearly fifteen seconds until at last the bin was vertical. A few shakes broke the stubborn grasp of any left in the container, sending them clattering into the crowd beneath.
The platinum haired lass drew the repository away from her face, her lips and eyes shut tight and her cheeks billowing out, innumerable formless bulges alongside statuettes of miniature human beings, pressed emphatically against the pillowy flesh by the throng forced within this much too diminutive space. A muffled, mellifluous “Mmmmmmh” moaned out from her, before she pitched her head back.
*Gah-ulp!* she swallowed once, her maw suddenly much less crowded as a lump the size of a fist schlurked its way down her throat, through her esophagus, and into her belly. With a sickening sucking sound, they plopped into the macabre pool of liquefied flesh, digestive acids, and the partially dissolved bones that floated driftlessly within the organ. This grisly volume was forty six hundred and four unique human beings simply going about their lives less than 45 minutes ago, now they were just a sloshy noise and a pleasant titillation in a pretty girl's gut.
*Gulllph!* she swallowed again, and her mouth emptied. Eyes still shut, she moaned as she focused on the sensation slinking down into her stomach. With her tongue, she did a circuit of her mouth, rounding up the few who had avoided her throat's embrace, and quickly gulped them down. She put a hand on her gut, a weighty “Hrrouurrraapuhh!” lulling off her tongue. She stood there for a short while, feeling her food roll about within her, before she collected her objects, reassembled the empty jar and the now empty vacuum cleaner, and placed them in her bag. Placing the short black rod in a water bottle holder on the backpack's side, she began zipping it up before she stopped herself. Reaching in, she emerged with the same pen and paper she had availed early, and made one quick movement with the stylus:
Shelton: 2063, Public Gathering X
That thin black letter serving as the epitaph of more than two thousand, an accompanying insouciant “Bwaherrup” their eulogy. She then returned the sheet and pen to the backpack, zipping it tight before slipping into its straps and heading off. She weaved her way through the columns of chairs, across the width of a grey concrete sidewalk, across the road's black asphalt, and into a spacious blue tinged parking lot, leaving the projected movie to carry out its melodies without an audience. She moved her way through the tremendous, fully packed lot with mounting frustration, before producing a set of car keys and pressing the alarm on the fob. Following the noise, she arrived at a stock black Volkswagen Jetta, intentionally non descript. Deactivating the alarm and stepping in, she placed her backpack on the passenger seat floor, and then rotated around to check the back seat. Confirming the presence of a sizable 4’ x 3’ x 2’ grey plastic bin, she put the keys in the ignition, backed out, and started putting some distance between herself and the scene of her crime, traveling a short distance before pulling onto the highway.
Some ten minutes past before the Jetta made its way down an exit ramp, taking a right, then a left, and heading straight for roughly half a minute before it pulled off to the right, coming to rest on a darkened street on the fringes of suburbia. A medium sized home on the left, a canopy of branches above, and a shallow stream down a bank to the right, the Volkswagen’s driver rotated the key towards herself, the engine now silent. She reached a hand over to the glove box, opening it to reveal a glossy green smoking pipe, a white Bic lighter, and a Ziploc bag stuffed with marijuana, already ground to a mulch. These she gathered up, unzipping the bag, taking a hefty pinch of its contents, and placing it into the caldera at the pipe's end. Placing her thumb over the rush hole on the piece’s side, she ignited the lighter, brought it above the leaf, and deeply inhaled, the green-purple of the substance turning blacker and blacker, then whiter and whiter as it combusted. The bowl empty and her lungs full, she counted to three, and then exhaled, the car's cabin suddenly plunged into a pungent fog. She sunk into her seat as tingles began running down the back of her neck. Lethargically, she opened the car door, leaned out with the pipe, and blew through it, ejecting the ashes that remained. Closing the door, her hand once more reached for the Ziploc bag, but a sensation from within her gave it pause.
Resting her hand on her gut with an open palm, she felt it sink three inches downwards as the round, firm flesh became soft pudge. She leaned back with a satisfied grin as felt her stomach's contents drain into her intestines with a borborygmus squelch, before hunger sharply stabbed her. She leaned forward, grasping at her midsection, unaccustomed to the sensation. She felt completely empty, those 2000 men, woman, and children she had swallowed only some twelve minutes prior having been sucked down into her greedy intestines alongside those devoured forty minutes before them, their undigested bodies pulled by the riptide of the 4600 deliquesced citizens of Trumbull. With a wince of pain on her face, she whipped her body around, kneeling on the carseat as she grasped for the lid of the grey plastic bin in the back with the fervency of a stab victim reaching for a bandage in a fervid attempt to assuage this paroxysm of hunger. The bin just out of reach, she arched her torso forward, causing her ass to press firmly on the steering wheel, the sudden thunderous honk causing her to shoot straight up in surprise, smacking her head against the car's padded roof. Cursing, she energetically leaned forward again, prompting another lengthy beep as she snatched the edge of the bin and dragged it towards herself. Picking it up with both hands, she hefted it into the passenger seat and undid the lid. Inside, five glass jars each with a strip of masking tape, ranging from jam jars to gallon sized mason jars clattered together, coming to a rest against one of the bin's sides. The tens of thousands of people contained therein crammed on top of one another in inhumane captivity for hours, their miserable world of heat and darkness was suddenly illuminated. All of these grand glass pillories were filled between half and three quarters full, save for one of the gallon jugs, which was filled to about an inch short of its limit. This nearly full receptacle was the jar she grabbed hold of. Hoisting it up and out of the bin, she rested the bottom on her belly, nestling it between her tits, those mounds concealing the strip of masking tape that had “Fairfield – 9285” written upon it in black ink. She removed the perforated lid post haste, tossing it to the side as she stuck her hand within.
Her fist closed around a group of several hundred suddenly panicked people before retracting out of the jar. She opened her mouth wide, stuffing her entire hand within it with no issue. Her fingers unraveled, dropping those she had taken as she pulled her mitt away. Her hand formed into a cup as she gulped them down, and once more it went into the receptacle, scooping a hefty chunk out of the crowd. She turned her palm towards her mouth and moved them together, her lips forming around the group before closing behind them. Her hand pulled away as she swallowed a writhing mass the size of an apricot. Her stomach roared at her in pain as the first group entered her belly, her current endeavor to devour these thousands of people far too slow to satisfy the rapacious organ.
She placed her left hand on the mouth of the jar, covering up most of the opening with an open palm, and with the other, she took hold of the jar's base, heaving the mass of man and glass heavenwards as her head leaned earthwards. She opened her maw and stretched as much of it over the lid as she could, readjusting her small hand to cover any spaces that did not lead in between her teeth. Saliva dripping onto the imprisoned thousands beneath her, she hefted the jar horizontally as she tilted her head back. Spilling out like gravel, several hundred people clattered into her mouth and disappeared into her throat in the same breath, the lumpy mound in her neck visible and slinking downwards. The angle between the soft pink and the hard clear mouths intensified as a half-thousand microshrieks were suddenly muffled, then silenced by a wet *glurk!* as a second bulge appeared in the girl's neck, chasing after the first crowd before they had even cleared the lass’ clavicle. The jar was tilted further still, the helpless homunculi flowing like a liquid, their ingress between her lips, over her tongue, beneath her uvula, down her esophagus, and into her stomach unimpeded. Her lumpy throat bulged with her helpless shrunken victims, the muscle rhythmically pumping a steady flow of those wretched innocents into her impatiently churning belly. Her shirt rode up as her exposed naval expanded further and further with each emphatic *schlurrrrk!* or elated *eeyullph!*, thousands of miniature human forms perceptible, pressed against the skin of her alabaster belly, their forms more and more discernable with each passing gulp. The stream of people became a trickle, and a moment thereafter she gulged the last of her nearly 9300 victims down. She inspected the jar for a moment, confirming its vacancy before uncaringly tossing it to the passenger seat floor, where it rolled for a moment before coming to rest against her backpack.
The young silver haired woman half covered her mouth with her left hand as a thundering *UURRurrURRAAH!* exploded from her. She rotated her palm, finding it spattered in saliva, with some twenty diminutive people resting there, ejected from her stomach by her belch. Her tongue lulled from between her lips, lapping them up and returning them to their grim fate with a soft swallow. She reclined in her seat, watching the commotion in her soft, slightly bulbous stomach as humanoid shapes sunk further into her depths and new ones emerged in their stead as her digestion process churned them with spirited vigor. Though she herself was still, her naval shook and jiggled as the townsworth of people inside raged in their panic and her stomach juggled them about. She sat back up as a sensation began from within her, her mouth agape as a drawn-out *UaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrruuuuurrRRRRRRRRURpph* sizzled out of her. She looked back towards her gut, but found her sight blocked by her tits, so she once more leaned back in her seat. Physically parting her breasts, she lifted her shirt to observe her naval having shrunk considerably; the shapes of her food were far more defined, having burped out whatever air she had swallowed alongside her victims, her skin was molded to their forms in macabre detail, the thousands of complete strangers painfully pinned in place, only ever moving to the motion of the now lethargically squelching gyre of her stomach.
She reclined for a moment, lifting her left buttcheek and letting out a quick fart, before her right hand once more reached towards the large bin in her passenger seat. Her blind fumbles accompanied by a few clinking noises, her fingers closed around the lid of a smaller jar at full capacity. She pulled it out, lazily rotating this repurposed Smuckers Concord Grape Jelly jar to read “Naugatuck 991” written on a strip of masking tape.
The young girl quickly undid the lid, moving with mechanical purpose as her captives within began to stir and spin with panic. She switched her grasp of the jelly jar to her left hand while her right began unseeingly searching through the grey bin. She tilted her head back, raised the bottom of the container up, and drained it in two seconds to the jingle of *Yulph, ulp, bweruup*, before a uncaring underhand throw led the vacant jelly jar to clatter against the discarded gallon mason jar labeled “Fairfield”. Her hand withdrew from the bin once more, fingers clasped around the lid of another gallon jug, this one filled only about halfway, the sharpie upon it reading “Orange 4517”. She raised the backrest of her seat so that her torso was vertical, licking her lips as she nestled the jar between her boobs and atop her belly. She began unfixing the jar before a pair of taps on the window to her left caused her to nearly jump out of her skin with a yelp.
Guiltily, she quickly placed the jug on the floor, hiding it between her legs, and looked towards the direction of her disturbance. Standing outside her door was a somewhat heavy set Mediterranean woman in her mid thirties, with long black hair and green eyes. She was decently attractive, with a round face and a small nose. Over her pudgy body she wore a soft black shirt and a pair of spandex pants, apparently planning on spending the night at home by the looks of her casualwear. She motioned her hand in a circle, a quick pause of confusion followed by the round faced lass in the Jetta lowering the window.
“Hey there, you alright?” the stranger spoke in a neutral American accent. “I heard ya honking, just wanted to make sure everything was fine.”
“Uh huh, yep, everything's good.” the silver haired girl nervously prattled off in her soft voice as her right hand reached for her backpack.
“Well, that’s good. It's just, look, you can’t be doing that around here.” The older woman spoke as the younger one undid a zipper on the backpack's side. “I used to be your age, and I partied and everything like that, but I can smell the pot from my front stoop and I’ve got my kid inside. I’m not gonna call the cops or anything, but you got to go, okay?” she posited as the stout girl before her pointed a small plastic rod at her, pressing her index finger on a button located near its center. The woman seemed to disappear from existence at the same moment, utterly vanished. The blue eyed girl turned her gaze towards the hefty jar nestled between her calves, undoing the lid before opening the car door. With trained eyesight, she near immediately noticed the recently transmogrified sprinkle-sized woman on the black asphalt of the road, paralyzed in crippling nausea. She leaned over and gathered this mite of a woman, dropping her into the opened jar before her.
With not a moment’s more delay, she lifted the jar once more onto her gut and between her breasts, intent on returning to her hyperphagic rampage. She pulled a lever on the side of her seat, reclining as the backrest went horizontal. Once at a near 180 degree angle, she cupped one of her hands around the side of the container's lid, and with the other, she lifted the jar's bottom. A dribble of homunculi became a flow as the angle sharpened. She devoured the first thousand of her victims in three ravenous swallows, but then she began to slow down, taking her time to enjoy this meal. She filled her mouth cheek to cheek before lifting the jar away from her. Her lips closed on a throng of 800, whom she moved about her mouth, trying her best to run each individual one over her tongue as she sucked on them, reveling in the taste for about half a minute before she concentrated, and in one massive gulp, swallowed them all down at once, a fist sized lump effortlessly travelling horizontally towards her stomach, perpendicular to gravity.
She tilted the jar towards her again and once more filled her maw, sucking and savoring the tortured statuettes before, to her complete surprise, a boisterous *BERRUUPPHH* exploded out of her, propelling nearly a quarter of her mouthful from her head. She felt multitudes of patters all on her face, neck, and chest as she hurriedly gulped down those whom remained in her mouth. She placed the jar in the passenger seat post haste, practically throwing it as her mitts cupped and began running up and down her face in a panic. Several paltry handfuls of these momentarily reprieved homunculi were gathered and consumed, but she could feel the tickle of dozens of others against her skin. She sat up straight, patting her chest as a breezy *Bellp* fought its way past a throng of escapeés the girl had just gulped back down as she leaned over to her backpack, swiftly unzipping it and retrieving her vacuum cleaner. She powered it on with a flick, running it along her neck and face where ever she felt the prodding pressure of her escaped food. She retrieved her phone, opened the camera app, and flipped it towards herself, directing the mouth of the vacuum where ever she saw the mite sized beings. Having collected all she saw, she next pivoted her torso, looking towards the seat rest she had been laying in. Finding a few dozen more of her prey there, she quickly gathered them. She studied her surroundings a few seconds longer, pulling several out of her hair and finding and capturing a pair of quick thinking women who had hidden between the carseat and the seatbelt holster, before a slight sensation gave her pause. Feeling a tickle on her underboob, she set the suction device to the side, and with quite some difficulty, pulled her blue long sleeve first over her braless breasts and then her head. Her boobs were pulled upward with the effort, then fell several inches to come to a jiggling rest atop her belly, slapping against the unmistakable lineaments of the more than ten thousand damned victims pressed against the pale skin of her naval. With a considerable effort, she gathered her tits in the cradle of her left arm and lifted them upwards, inspecting the area with the help of her rear facing phone. Studying the space, she let out a sweet sounding “Ahww” as she observed nearly three dozen terrified people taking refuge in the crease between her chest and stomach.
“That’s the wrong side of my skin guys.” She said in a honeyed tone as she put her phone down and powered on the vacuum cleaner. “Here, let me show you.” She ran the mouthpiece of the machine hither and thither across her diaphragm, before hitting the off switch and removing the dust bin. She studied the 150 or so people in her hands as they writhed like a colony of ants, a newfound energy come over them after nearly being emancipated by a burp. She smirked, pressed her full lips against the opening of the receptacle and taunted in a soft whisper “Let’s try that one more time.” She tilted the container forward and her head back, moaning for effect as the assemblage spilled into her mouth. In a breath, the dustbin was emptied, and she closed her lips. She swirled the throng to her left cheek, crushing them against the pink flesh, and then began to move them to the right one, before her eyes lit up with surprise, her throat emitting a “ulphh” and displaying a twitching lump of a similar volume to a jumbo egg as she swallowed autonomously.
“Whoops.” She remarked nonchalantly as the protuberance disappeared behind her chest. She leaned back and pulled a lever on the left side of her seat, the backrest rising to meet her, leaving her at a 45 degree angle. Her right hand rested on her tumultuous tummy, the tormented inhabitants still pressed firmly in place, as her left mindlessly circled her nipple, a thick “UrUUrrrphuhhUhrrp” leaking out of her throat, a look of contentment on her face. However, that expression quickly melted into one of excitement when she recalled the more than half full jar to her right.
She pivoted her torso with glee, seizing the uncovered jar and the more than two thousand miniature beings enclosed within. She tilted her head back and the glass vessel forward, her hips and shoulders joggling with joy as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and let gravity take its course. Pouring out like an avalanche, the crowd tumbled onto her squishy tongue, piling atop one another until they were pressed emphatically against the roof of her mouth. Those whom arrived next clattered against that saliva drenched horde, scattering off them like waves upon a stone and spilled into the wet velvety pouch of her cheeks, until those too reached capacity. Her face ballooned like an acorn-rich squirrel, the outline of hundreds and hundreds of distinctly human figures pockmarking the ivory skin of her face, her mouth squeezed shut as she lowered the jar. Pausing to gather strength, the voluptuous young girl swallowed with enough force to cause her entire body to lurch in her seat, her mouth vacated as though a drain had been suddenly unclogged. She found her chin suddenly forced upwards as the grapefruit sized lump of humanity forced its way into her with surprising speed, schlurking down her throat and into her still exposed chest, the protuberance visibly wiggling between her hefty breasts where the travelling sphere raised her sternum, setting her tits to a gently rippling wiggle as it passed through. The weighty mass was next pressed down the lass’ esophagus before being painfully squished into the glutton's pale belly, squeezed into a space that was already too cramped for the hapless individuals the shapely cannibal had previously devoured.
The girl moaned in an unabashedly sexual tone as her hand gently glided over her lumpy belly, momentarily stunned in near overstimulation as her stomach began churning with more vigor, and a low gurgling, shortly followed by a wet squelching, emitted from within the beach ball sized pouch. The forms of the nearly 15,000 people who had lived their lives just to end up as a thick girl's munchies disappeared as her tummy began filling with liquid, expanding with into a soft, spherical shape. She opened her eyes and raised the jar, only to find that she had apparently drained it in one mouthful. She tossed the empty container to join the boneyard.
Her mouth pulled up into a pleased grin, and her hands kneading her knobbly naval, she sunk further in her seat, pinned in place by the forty pounds of miniature humans trapped within her. In an erotic tone she moaned out a “Ooohhh-brOUUUHHHRRP”, her lips parting, her tongue lulled out, the grin on her face growing more pleased as she kicked off her shoes, lowered her pants down to her knees with her left hand, and began circling her clitoris with her right. The pitch of her moans crescendoed higher and higher as she increased the tempo of her masturbation. She pushed her left hand into her gut, pressing her fingers hard into the pillowy flesh until she could close them around a mass of her prey. “You’re mine...” she cooed to the ten and a half thousand in her gut. “You’re right where you belong…” she plunged two fingers into her pussy as her left hand went deeper into the porcelain colored food sack, disappearing up to the wrist. The sensation was pleasurable on her hand; the sloshing acids rubbed the constituents of her sadistically sybaritic meal into the meat of her hand, gently warming and massaging the tendons with their digesting bodies. She released her handful and grabbed a new crowd from the whirling gyre. “I can’t wait to- oooohh. -absorb you, I can’t wait to digest you, melt for me, melt into me, ohh ffuck-“ she prattled on in a fervent tone as she kept up this position for the next several minutes, talking to the town in her tummy the entire time.
*BwaaooorppuhRRRRup mmmmmhh* “Tastes like you’re starting to digest my ooohh sweet little treats.” she taunted as a satisfied look of schadenfreude crept across her face, “Partially digested is my favorite flavor.” Sweat moistening her naked torso, she dragged her tongue across her lips, pausing her autoerotic convulsions to take the forty pound protrusion at her naval in both hands, vigorously jostling it , her breasts bouncing up and down as a hearty *Brerrruurrrppph* sputtered out of her. “Mmmmm, delicious” she moaned, her tongue lulling from her mouth. “Come on, what else do you got for m-ERRRRRRRRRUUHRRuRpp” she challenged towards her undulating belly before a raucous belch suddenly exploded from her, spreading saliva in a wide cone and ejecting a small handful of people on top of her breasts. Everyone in this group of maybe eighty shrunken humans was naked, and a good proportion seemed motionless, either dead or unconscious. All of them seemed to have splotches of orange discolorment on various parts of their bodies, where the silver haired girl's stomach acid ate away at their skin. A few of the less wounded or quicker acting ones began to try to crawl away from the beautiful girl that wanted to eat them, but that hope was quickly dashed when she began running her luscious lips up and down her tits, quickly vacuuming them back up into her in a matter of seconds.
“You’re not leaving you fucking insects.” She chided in an almost amused voice, her right hand moving back to her groin as she resumed fingering herself. Her left mindlessly rubbed her swollen gut as she continued pontificating in a sweet tone, “You’re food, when I’m done absorbing your body I’ll shit out what I don’t want. That’s when you can leave.” Putting that thought in her own head titillated a visceral reaction from her lower backside almost immediately. Biting her lip, she flipped herself onto her side. With one hand and a bit of effort, she lifted one of her tremendous asscheeks, and with the other hand, she drove three fingers up her o-ring, sliding them further and further along with a squelch until they reached the knuckle. Moaning all the while, she slid those finger back out, and then right back in. Her clit lighting up from the sensation, she began gently stroking it with her opposite hand. Wincing with anticipation, she inserted her fingers back up her asshole, eyes rolling upwards and biting hard on her lower lip, but as she retracted them back out, a sudden pressure accompanied them. Eyes suddenly going wide, the shapely argent haired lass, naked body dripping with sweat and swollen belly full of people, hastily reached in the back seat, grabbed a halfway used roll of toilet paper and a tube of hand sanitizer, opened the car door, uncomfortably jogged down the riverbank she had parked by, grabbed hold of the trunk of a medium sized dogwood tree, squatted down, and released control on her sphincter. For the next three minutes this young curvaceous beauty crouched there on that dark riverbank, shitting practically without interruption. Nearing the end of that time, she felt the last bit of a particularly lengthy turd slide out of her and thud onto the ground, breathing a sigh of relief before beginning to tear pieces of toilet paper from the roll. Cleaning herself, first her butthole with the paper and then her hands with the sanitizer, the naked girl gave her stomach a couple of pats, burping out a musty *BuhWURRR-phh* before admiring her work. A sizeable mound, about two feet wide and a foot and a half tall, spiraled up from where she had perched. Steaming in the cool evening air, this sizable pile of shit on some random streambank on some random street in some random town was the mass grave of over ten thousand people, yet no evidence of their existence remained within the scat; not even their bones survived her digestion.
Her belly abuzz with the squelching of the liquid and soon-to-be liquid forms of the over 90,000 people gestating between her lips and her asshole, the silver haired lass was surprised to already feel a pain suddenly stab at her stomach. “Must have made some room.” She observed to herself. “Well, no reason to starve myself.” She stated without a twinge of sarcasm in her voice. Returning to her car, she took care not to step on any fallen sticks or jagged stones in her sock clad feet. The door still open, she climbed back in and plopped down ungracefully, setting her full formed figure to a sloshing jiggle as she closed the door. Her stomach contents disturbed, a brassy *Berurrppp* echoed between her cheeks, and as she turned towards the bin, the mass grave in her midsection shuddered, a mephitic *BBrurehurrrruurp* hissing out of her gullet. She paused to taste the human flavored gas with a satisfied grin on her face before refocusing her efforts towards filling her gut once more. She reached into the bin, taking hold of a halfway filled gallon jar. Placing the glass prison and its thousands of prisoners on her lap, she rotated it until a strip of masking tape that read Hamden 5447 in black sharpie was visible. Removing the lid, she studied the now panicking crowd, pausing to reflect on how best to devour them. Giving up after a moment of strategizing, she simply grasped the jar, one hand near the lid, the other near the base, and tilted it towards her eagerly accepting maw.
Wasting no time, she shook the container, a large lump of several hundred homunculi tumbling onto the girl's tongue and disappearing down her throat in one fluid motion. She stabilized the jar between its base and her chin, using her now free hand to begin scooping large clumps out of the crowd, the diminutive hordes practically gliding over her tongue as though it were a slip-n slide, the girl ravenously scoffing them down by the hundreds. Her hand never ceasing its work, the gluttonous girl's neck bulged with the irregular forms of her many victims, miniature faces cast in a mask of alabaster skin screaming silently as they schlurked effortlessly towards the miserable gastric death that awaited them in the happily gurgling acid filled stomach below them, that soft, nearly spherical protrusion gently swaying with the heaves of digestion, the liquefying men, women, and children interred within sloshing about to the churning of the cannibal’s smooth muscle. Precisely 26 seconds after putting the jar to her lips, the girl pulled it away, tossing it to join the other discarded mini-person-prisons on the passenger seat floor with a loud impact. Simultaneously, she swallowed with a powerful *UHLLKuh*, the last several hundred of this mournful group slipping down her throat like it had been greased.
One hand sensually stroked her tummy, an airy *bwooarpp* escaping from her lips unchallenged as her eyelids grew heavy. The other hand grabbed hold of the last jar's lid, hoisting it out of the grey plastic bin and onto her soft, thick thighs. Half closed azure eyes read Milford 3788 upon the masking tape, those thirty eight hundred people whipping about in a frenzied panic, having one by one seen every jar before them snatched up and very noisily consumed just out of sight. She began lethargically twisting open the top, but paused, tilting her plump, gracefully shaped ass off to the side and farting deeply for several seconds, moaning a sustained tone of unmistakably sexual pleasure. With a bit more excitement, she finished opening the lid, looking down on the stunned assemblage before her. Shrieks, loud enough for even her to hear, rang out as she wetted her full lips in anticipation. “It's just you little tasty little mites left.” She taunted, leaning back in her chair while tilting the jar towards her salivating mouth. She smiled sweetly, that tremendous maw being the only sight the crowd focused upon. Still maintaining the smile, her lips curled, sweetly whispering a command: “Get in.”
These two syllables preluded a sudden orientation shift for these 3788 mall-goers. Their glass dungeon shifted on its axis, a steady pour of teenaged girls and young families tumbling ass-over-tea-kettle down the frictionless glass, bouncing painfully off the hard substance and on to the silver haired lass' sopping wet tongue. Her throat muscles quickly pulled them down towards their horrific fate before the next cluster of tiny people even began to tumble, and when that group did touch the well-endowed woman's tongue, they too were voraciously gulped down with the same swiftness. In less than twenty seconds, the jar was emptied, one forceful *Schlullk* after another, and soon thirty eight hundred living people joined the more than twenty one thousand already gestating within. Devoured without mercy or effort, they plopped into the alimentary slurry of acid and liquid human this pretty stranger's gut swelled with, and immediately their bodies were beset upon by her enzymes, their agonizing deaths happening alongside tens of thousands. And yet their sadistic deaths would be remembered by no one, least of all the girl who had subjected them to such torture.
With a long stretch, the young lady smiled with a look of satisfaction on her bright face. She belched long and deep, a meaty *Bururrrroorrrrrrphh*reverberating out of her throat and sizzling out of her open mouth. Her eyes heavy, she wiggling deeper into her seat, but then suddenly straightened herself up, retrieving and donning her clothes. Or at least she tried, soon giving up on trying to fit her pants over her pantyless asscheeks or her shirt over her beach ball sized belly, emerging out of the car nude from her thighs to her diaphragm, her hefty, well formed ass protruding nearly a full two feet behind her, and her swollen, churning gut just about as far in front of her. Taking her phone, keys, and shrinking device, she locked her car, and looked towards the home across the street from her, where the woman that had accosted her had come from. Hobbling awkwardly due to both her ill fitting clothes and her full belly, she crossed the street and entered the house with weight on her eyes and sleep on her mind, barely taking notice of her surroundings. She closed the door behind her, eyed a nearby grey couch, and practically fell onto it.
Kicking off her shoes, she pulled her pants down those parts of her legs they did cover and heaved her shirt past her tits, those massive orbs rising with the article before plummeting, crashing to rest on top of her clamorous belly with some force, a quick *urrp* sizzling out of the weary-eyed girl. Laying horizontal, she breathed a sigh of contentment, a moment afterwards grunting and flexing, farting into the cushions, the sound reverberating between her ample cheeks before being muffled by the cushion.
As sleep began to take her, a sudden buzz from her phone startled her to consciousness. Autonomously, her hand grabbed for the device, unlocking it with a fingerprint scanner and pulling down a notification task manager, where she read the name Nick, her boyfriend and partner in atrocity. “How are you getting on?” the text questioned. Groggily, the girl opened her camera app, taking a picture of the distended stomach that protruded out of her, she tapped out “Great, me and a few ten thousand of my closest friends are having a lovely little cuddle” she threw in a couple of heart emojis and one of a devil before sending both text and picture. Feeling a bubbling inside her, she quickly opened the camera again, rotating it to face her before beginning to record. She locked eyes with her reflection, conjured up a chunky “OUURRAUPPHhh”, winked, and ended the recording before sending the video to Nick. A moment later, a message arrived from him that plainly read “Hot”, an additional message arriving a few seconds later questioning “Do you have enough for the rest of today?” her face slouched in confusion before she checked the time. 7:17 p.m. Her heart jumping a bit she replied “Shit I thought it was like 10, I’m laying here falling asleep.”, a moment later following up with “No, I already ate everyone I caught because I’m a piggy” she started the message with a sad face emoji, and punctuated it with one of the appropriate animal. Her phone buzzed with response; “Grim.” She sighed, her boyfriend really was the most boring texter she had ever known. “Why did you have to go?” she responded, “You’re supposed to be the one that catches the people, I’m supposed to be the one that eats them.” Nearly a minute passed until the response; “I am catching people Kayla. I’ll be back in six days. Try going to to nightclubs, lots of people there on Thursdays. Don’t go to New Haven, a lot of people went missing there and it’s all over the news. You?” Smiling wryly to herself, Kayla simply responded with an emoji of a face licking its lips besides another one of a plate, knife and fork adjacent. Putting the rectangular device off to the side, she closed her eyes, pressed her palms into the churning mass within her belly, and quickly began to fall asleep, focusing on the sounds and sensations of her squelching stomach. A cozy feeling tingled down her spine as she slipped into blissful unconsciousness…
… and jerked suddenly awake, an ear splitting wail echoing throughout the home. The silver haired girl listened for a second, confirming that she was indeed hearing an infant crying. Kayla sat up on the couch, gingerly placing a hand on her now significantly shrunken gut, wincing in pain at the emptiness she felt within, her 24,000 person meal already burbling away somewhere in her intestine. She grabbed her phone, checking the time; 8:04. Wrapping her fingers around the black plastic shrinking device, she heaved herself to her feet and, still in the nude, followed the sound of the still shrieking child across the house, up a staircase, and through a white door into what was most definitely a child’s room. Immediately noticing a wooden crib painted pink in the room's center, she approached it, taking note of first the pink fringed white blankets and then more importantly the small hazel eyed child, maybe six months old, swaddled within them, the girl's tomato red face emitting the offending noise. Irritated, she leaned into the crib and covered the child’s mouth with her hand, but that did nearly nothing to muffle the noise. The girl did stop yelling, however, when her hazel eyes took notice of the full figured lady's rondure breasts, dangling invitingly into the crib and smushed up against its side. The infant began reaching out hungrily towards her bust, mumbling a tone of desire, prompting the owner of those bosoms to chuckle. “Oh, you’re hungry? Well so am I.” she spoke in a sinister tone, raising the shrinking device.
But she paused at her own words. She really was hungry. Hungry for much much more than one little shrunken baby, and she was completely out of food, both here and at her home. She straightened up, placed her hands on her tummy, and bit her lower lip, a gluttonous thought coming over her mind as she studied the girl before her. The meal of 24,000 homunculi she had eaten less than two hours must have weighed more than twice what this child did. She could just eat this little girl at her normal size, without shrinking her. She had never tried anything like that before, but her stomach began to churn at the thought of food, and her mind became alight with thoughts of how she could go about this.
Her first thought went to just tossing the thing in a pan and throwing it in the oven like a roast, but she dismissed the idea, figuring it would take much longer than she could bear. She next wondered if she could just… eat it. One of her favorite foods was burritos stuffed with shrunken people, a food she was fond of swallowing whole. She could definitely recall some particularly large burritos she had engulfed that maybe rivaled the size the child, as far as she remembered. Maybe she could just…
She bent over and grabbed the baby, unwrapping the girl from her blankets. Now exposing the diaper it wore, she removed and inspected it, finding it to be thankfully unstained. The girl calm in her grasp, the stout young lady incredulously raised her above her head. “I guess I’ll just… try to swallow her?” she thought to herself, lowering the infant's feet into her already salivating maw. Only using her hands to gingerly stabilize the child, she raised her chin so that the child's doughy form was parallel to both gravity and her throat, and swallowed with all of her might.
A wet *GLLRNCK* rippling down her neck, Kayla's azure eyes widened in surprise as she watched the child suddenly plummet, pulled straight down into her throat all the way up to its head, which now rested between her teeth, its hazel eyes staring out the girl's widely agape mouth. The platinum haired lass’ hands instinctively grabbed at her neck as it bulged out, her fingers frantically exploring the outline of the toddler’s body in her gullet. A blocked breath instilling her with a fear of choking, she hurriedly clenched her hands into fists and gulped hard, her tits joggling with the remarkable force of this swallow. Beginning to shriek once more, the toddler sunk down into Kayla's body with unpredicted ease, her windpipe ticklishly buzzing around the child's caterwauling mouth. Her powerful throat muscles pulled the baby down behind her sternum and into her gut in a single fluid motion, the infant sliding into the hostile organ with a squelching *kuweylk*, its screaming muffled. Were it not for a momentary jiggle of her belly, there was practically no indication at all that Kayla had swallowed the girl, the fifteen pound baby just a barely visible lump in the glutton's pudge.
Belching out a hearty *Hwerrurrupp*, she felt her eyelids growing tired once more as her digestive juices audibly began flowing, the child's muffled cries at last ceasing once the curvaceous girl's stomach began gurgling, completely drowning out any other noises from within. Kayla touched her belly at the source of sensation, surprised to feel how little of a protrusion there was, her stomach effortlessly encapsulating the child. Trying and failing to see her literal foodbaby past her breasts, she paused to appreciate just how hungry she still was, how little this whole child had satisfied her. She wish she had another like… three more children to gulp down. “Is three too much? Too little? How many ‘could’ I eat?” she pondered to herself, her thoughts then jumping to a new question; “Was swallowing that child the size limit of what I could swallow? How big of a person could I get down?” Kayla thought back on to the complete ease with which she had swallowed the toddler, reliving the moment in her mind with a thumping heart.
Even as her mind coruscated with the possibilities that now lay before her and her unsatisfied tummy buzzed at her ravenously, her mind filed with the soupy fog of sleepiness, and it was this influence that won out over the rest. Yawning, she left the room, noticing a door of similar make to the child's across the hall. Befuddled with tiredness, she entered this room, noticing a king sized bed with a floral bedspread. She crawled underneath the sheets, laying on her back. Sighing as the weight of her breasts was taken off her back, she closed her eyes, listening to the rolling *glloruupur*s and squelching *kwaeulk*s of her gut. Focusing on these sounds, she could faintly hear the wails of her foodbaby behind it all. It was this noise she concentrated on as she pressed deeper into the mattress, quickly falling asleep with a smirk on her pretty face, wondering where the nearest hospital with a maternity ward was.

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