Day one on the job and Jim Dodge was already regretting every choice he’d ever made.
 
Being the impulsive liar that he was, his recent firing from yet another job had landed him a replacement that he rather wouldn’t be taking on; a night-time janitor at his local Target, and even from the first few minutes he spent at the actual store, he KNEW he was going to hate it.
 
With only a few hours to go before closing time, the manager was giving him a crash course on just about everything; unfortunately for him, most everything he was supposed to be learning was going in one ear and completely out the other.
 
Except for the janitoring stuff, of course, so as soon as the overly-talkative manager took a rest, Jim decided to interject.
 
“That’s great!”, he said, trying to save face.
“So, uh… what did I have to clean again.”
 
The manager stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at Jim as if he had an alien clinging to his chest.
 
“Everything.”, he replied.
 
“Oh…”, Jim said back.
“Right…”
 
At that, the manager returned to his ramblings, going on and on about the lights and the shelves and blah blah; Jim stopped listening a long time ago.
 
“Oh, and one more thing.”, the manager said after stopping again, turning around and placing his hand upon Jim’s shoulder.
“If I find so much as a single SCRAP of food in the break room, then it’s your ass that’s going in the trash can alongside it. Do you understand?”
 
“Aye-aye, sir!”, Jim said with his hand going up to his forehead for a salute before he realized what he was doing.
“I mean, uh… yes, sir.”
 
As Jim was getting berated in the form of instructions, local town hottie Josie McClellan was busy trying on some rather fashionable shorts…
 
Or, at least, they would have been fashionable had she been a few dozen sizes smaller.
 
Yes, her reputation around town as a gluttonous predator certainly lived up to expectations, every curve on her feminine body inflated to ridiculous proportions due to the diet of people she’d picked up during high school.
 
Melon-sized breasts bulged out from underneath her shirt, barely being held in as she leaned down to check through the racks of clothes…
 
Her fatty gut pressed against her thighs as she leaned, gurgling and groaning quietly as it longed for some REAL food to be trapped within it’s confines.
 
And last, but certainly not least, was her ass.
 
Ever on display no matter where she went, Josie McClellan’s butt tended to garner a lot of attention, and not just because of the popular rumors just what (or who) could fit up it (or already had). Said ass was massive, each fatty cheek held within whatever tight confines the girl happened to be wearing that day easily outweighed her own head, wobbling like jello as they sat perched upon thighs thicker than most people’s torsos and between hips nearly four feet in width.
 
Sure, while it was certainly nice Sri have a big butt, there were certainly some downsides, like the shorts she was attempting to try on at that moment only being able to just barely slide up her thick thighs, where they remained pulled against the bottom of her butt; oh, she longed for a day when pants could fit an ass that stuck out more than a foot behind somebody.
 
“Hey, Josie.”
 
The pred nearly banged her head on the clothing rack upon hearing the voice from behind her; quickly turning around, she was rather surprised to see a small posse of girl standing behind her.
 
Said posse headed by Daisy Bogdanovich, a rather uppity goth girl who as about as skinny as she was tall.
 
“Hey.”, Josie said nervously, slightly embarrassed as her stomach began to growl at the sight of so many women standing around not being eaten.
 
“We were planning on going out for dinner tonight, but we’re a bit short of cash.”, Daisy said matter-of-factly.
“Think you could lend us a little something? You can come with, if you do.”
 
“Oh, sure! Let me just-“, Josie replied as she looked to her side, only to be surprised that there wasn’t anything there.
“Oh! I left my purse in the dressing room! Ugh, so stupid. Lemme go get it real quick.”
 
With a wave of her hand, the fat girl motioned for her “friends” to follow her, to which they did; mostly for the money, but at least some of them found their eyes glued to Jodie’s big, gelatinous butt as it wobbled back and forth with every step she took.
 
Jodie smiled as she continued walking toward the dressing rooms…
 
The perfect place for a girl like her to eat in peace.
 
~~~
Later that night…
~~~
 
With the doors locked and no one in sight, Jim gave himself to turn his shift into something of a slacker’s paradise.
 
Every light on, music blasting through the intercom, things tossed into the aisles left and right; he’d have a LOT to clean if he was actually cleaning.
 
Instead, the slacker rode around on a bike he’d taken off the store’s rack, chugging soda and driving past the “You’re not getting paid to eat, so don’t!” sign on the wall with reckless abandon.
 
That WAS, until-
 
*URP*
 
A strange noise echoed from the other side of the store.
 
Jim’s minimal focus came to attention as his bike screeched to a stop, his ears listening intently to see just what that noise was or where it came from.
 
“Hello?”, Jim called out to the open air as he continued to ride his bike, this time trying to listen beneath the music still blaring throughout the store.
 
“Hello?”, he asked again as he passed by the dressing rooms, getting so caught off-guard at hearing a-
 
“Hello.”
 
-from inside that he promptly caused him crash his bike directly into the closest shelf; it took him a few seconds for him to shakily get back up on his feet.
 
Carefully walking into the dressing rooms, Jim’s heart damn near stopped when his eyes fell upon his old crush from high school, Josie McClellan, standing inside the open door to one of the stalls…
 
A stomach the size of a yoga ball jutting out from under her shirt and wedging itself within the doorframe.
 
“Hey.”, Jim said with a slight wave.
 
“Hi.”, Josie said back.
 
“What…”, Jim got out, his brain still somewhat short-circuiting after the crash.
“What’re you doing in here?”
 
“Well…”, Josie began.
“I was having bite to eat with some friends of mine, but I got a bit… stuck on the way out.”
 
After letting his brain process things for a moment, Jim pointed at the girl’s bloated stomach.
 
“Are those your friends?”, he asked with concern.
 
“You could say that.”, Josie replied with a shrug of the shoulders.
 
“Do you usually eat your friends?”, Jim asked.
 
“Only the ones I don’t like.”, the girl replied.
 
“Right, right…”, Jim said to himself as he tried to assess the strange situation he found himself in.
 
“Well, I told you what I’M doing here…”, Josie continued.
“What are YOU doing here?”
 
“Well, I, uh…”, Jim mumbled.
“I work here…”
 
Josie crossed her arms across her plentiful chest.
 
“Oh, really?”, she asked with a raise of an eyebrow.
 
“Uh huh.”, Jim replied.
“I’m actually the regional manager of this place, but I decided I wanted to come on down and do some custodial duties tonight just to remember the feeling.”
 
“Is that so?”, Josie asked.
 
“Yup!”, Jim said with a smirk on his face.
 
Still got it.
 
“Well, since you know the place so well…”, Josie replied.
 
“Think you could help me outta here?”
 
~~~
 
Cut to a few minutes later and, after pulling Josie free from the dressing room, Jim had prepared the both of them a “delectable” “dinner”; two frozen pork loins cooked in the microwave and served alongside a bag of chips and a semi-cold glass of soda.
 
“So, anyway…”, Jim continued.
“I tell this guy that the place he’s running? It’s gonna be a WRECK without me working there. I mean, no one else in this TOWN talks to those animals better than I can! I mean, people think I’m just doing nothing, hanging around the dog pound all day, when actually I’m-“
 
“Do you ever stop talking?”, Josie asked, her head resting in her hand as the two chairs she sat on creaked under her weight.
 
“Guess I just got a lot to say.”, Jim said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“As long as you don’t mind, of course. You don’t mind, do you?”
 
“Hmm… It depends.”, Josie said as she picked up the pork loin in her hand and ripped a messy bite out of it.
“Talkative guys can really irk me if they’re not actually saying anything important.”
 
“Is that how most guys wind up on your menu?”, Jim said with a point of his fork.
 
“A few.”, Josie replied as she picked up her soda and emptied the glass in one gulp.
“Some I eat just because. It depends on the person, I guess.”
 
“Guess that’s one perk of being the loser in high school, right?”, remarked Jim.
“Fly under the radar…”
 
“What?”, Josie exclaimed.
“You were not the loser in high school!”
 
“Was too.”, Jim replied.
 
“Was not!”, barked Josie.
 
“Was too!”, said Jim again.
 
“Was no-“, Josie began again before unleashing a loud-
 
*UURRP*
 
-directly into Jim’s face, not only blowing spittle all over the table, but a delicate pair of teal panties (riddled with holes after its time in the pred’s stomach) along with it, slapping itself atop the side of Jim’s head.
 
“Oh my gosh!”, Josie exclaimed.
“I’m sorry!”
 
“Don’t mention it.”, Jim replied as he peeled the panties off of his head and dropped them to the floor with a wet splat.
“You know… it feels weird saying this, but I’ve kinda been having these… dreams lately…”
 
“Oh, yeah?”, Josie said as she gave a few pats to her still bloated stomach.
“About what?”
 
“You know…”, Jim replied.
“Dreams about…”
 
A few moments of silence passed before Josie thought of an answer.
 
“About me?”, guessed the girl.
 
“Well, kinda.”, Jim explained.
“They did involve you, but it was never anything WITH you, you know?”
 
“Right…”, Josie replied in confusion.
“So it wasn’t WITH me… but I was there?”
 
“Yes, I was not WITH you IN the dreams.”, corrected Jim.
“You were kinda with someone else as you, uh…”
 
Josie leaned forward in her seat, giving Jim an ample view of her cleavage as she placed her elbows atop the table.
 
“Go on.”, she said, her dark blue-green eyes locking Jim in place as he fumbled to continue with his embarrassing story.
 
“As you were, uh…”, Jim said before closing his eyes from the pure cringe about what he was about to say.
“Eating people.”
 
Josie blinked her eyes for a moment, a bit…
 
Underwhelmed.
 
“You dream about me eating people?”, she asked.
 
“Well, not very often!”, Jim replied, trying desperately to save face.
“I mean, it’s kinda hard NOT to, considering I DEFINITELY saw you walking around campus with a gut out to here at least a few times, and since you were the only pred I kinda KNEW, I guess my brain just… went to you.”
 
“Huh.”, exclaimed Josie.
 
“That’s not weird, is it?”, asked Jim.
 
“Oh, no! No, no, no.”, Josie corrected.
“I thought what you were going to say was something WAY worse.”
 
“Worse?”, Jim said in confusion.
“Well, I hate to think what OTHER people coulda thought that’d be worse than me.”
 
“Oh, it’s not much…”, Josie said with a scratch of her head.
“I’ve had a couple dream about being eaten BY me.”
 
“What?”, Jim asked in disbelief.
 
“Oh, yeah.”, Josie replied.
“That has happened MANY TIMES before.”
 
“People dream about you eating them?”, Jim asked, just to be sure he was understanding correctly.
 
“Mm hmm.”, Josie hummed.
 
“They know that’ll kill them, right?”, Jim asked.
 
“And that’s what I tell them!”, Josie exclaimed before emptying her bag of chips into her mouth, crunching them loudly as she continued.
“They usually have a hard time understanding that until AFTER I’ve already eaten them; happened a whole bunch during high school and it SUCKED.”
 
“Sounds like a productive school day.”, Jim quipped.
 
“You’re telling me.”, Josie said with a chuckle, brushing the hair out of her face as she gave Jim an unusual look for her.
 
Not one of monstrous gluttony, but instead of…
 
Friendship?
 
~~~
 
Done with their “dinner”, Jim and Josie decided to continue their conversation in the lawn furniture display, each getting into a reclined wooden chair to chat before Josie’s shattered into pieces under her immense weight; not looking to make a big deal out of it, she resigned herself to just sitting on the floor as Jim regaled her with tales of his blunder years.
 
“I look at my high school yearbook and I don’t see four FABULOUS years.”, Jim explained.
“Actually, what I’m reminded of is what it feels like to have my underwear YANKED up my ass by some big football player with arms like telephone poles.”
 
“Okay…”, Josie said in thought.
“And where are those guys now?”
 
“Well, I’d say a lot of them are padding your ass.”, Jim replied with a bit of laughter.
“They’re definitely not working nights at Target!”
 
Jim continued his laughing as Josie simply smirked in response, leaning back on the floor (and crunching a few more pieces of wood underneath her in the process) with a slight grin on her face before she replied.
 
“Actually, all of them are.”, she said with a slight chuckle.
 
“Excuse me?”, he asked in-between sips of soda.
 
“What you said. About them padding my ass?”, Josie re-iterated.
“I’ve eaten all of them. Every single member on the varsity football team from my senior year is now either fat on my ass, jiggle on my boobs or a few dozen bags of bone-filled fertilizer in my dad’s backyard. And that’s EVERYONE: Coach Cullen, the varsity cheerleading squad, that little shrimpy kid we had as a water boy; what was his name?”
 
Despite Josie’s limited detail as to the specifics of her binging, just the casual mention of such gluttony made Jim a bit hot under the collar for some reason.
 
“Wow…”, he managed to get out before Josie continued.
 
“You see, when I look at my high school yearbook…”, the woman continued.
“I see four fabulous years of being the top girl in school, ending with me writing little X’s over the pictures of every single person I’d managed to swallow DURING my four years and every year after that like some kind of deranged serial killer.”
 
“You say that like…”, Jim said in thought.
“Like it’s a bad thing.”
 
“I mean…”, responded Josie.
“It could be better.”
 
“Really?”, Jim asked, frankly stunned.
 
“Yup.”, Josie said with a huff.
 
“So enlighten me, if you will…”, Jim began.
“How does a girl who has all the money in the world, all the looks anyone could ask for feel like she’s missing something? Why does someone go on this magical quest to devour every single person in their graduating class and not feel fulfilled by the end of it?”
 
“Because it felt so good to be big!”, Josie exclaimed.
“It DOES feel good! I felt good doing it for the first time, and once you’ve had oh, I don’t know, fifty plus people, it just gets so easy after that. Soon it gets to a hundred, then it’s a hundred and fifty, then TWO hundred, then after a whole YEAR of doing it, you just stop counting because it’s gotta be a person a day, TWO people a day, THREE people every. Single. Day.”
 
“And you don’t like that?”, asked Jim.
 
“I DO like it; it just became an obsession.”, Josie explained.
“The closer I got to “finishing” my yearbook, the more I felt like I haven’t done anything else with my life except spend entire days shitting out people I barely remember in either bathroom stalls or houses that aren’t mine. I’m not the girl who gets around like everyone thinks I am…”
 
“Sure you are!”, Jim reassured.
“Look, how many people can say they’ve eaten their ENTIRE graduating class?”
 
“Well, it’s not the ENTIRE class…”, corrected Josie.
 
“But how many can say they’ve eaten as much as you?”, Jim continued, causing Josie to stop and think for a moment.
 
“No one I’ve heard of.”, she replied.
 
“Exactly!”, Jim exclaimed.
“I mean, you ARE the student body! And trust me, if you had fun wasting your time, then you didn’t waste a second of it.”
 
“I dunno…”, Josie said dejectedly, placing her hands behind her head as she laid back on the floor.
“You had your underwear yanked up your ass, I feel like I have my entire LIFE yanked up my ass.”
 
“Do you mean that literally or figuratively?”, Jim asked.
“Not to imply anything, but I could’ve sworn I heard you saying something about shoving a few people up there earlier.”
 
“Yes, I have, and no, I meant it figuratively.”, Josie replied.
“Spent four GLORIOUS years in high school, not a care in the world, and that will have been the peak of my existence.”
 
“What?! Come on!”, Jim exclaimed.
“I mean, look at you! You’re… you’re, uh…”
 
Josie sat up again to continue listening to Jim, causing him to trip on his words for a second as he got another incredible view of her bounteous cleavage.
 
“Well, you’re beautiful, right?”, Jim mumbled, tripping over his words as he continued.
“You know that, I know that; every guy and girl we went to high school with that HASN’T wound up on your ass knows that…”
 
“Thank you.”, Josie said, running a hand through her hair.
“You mind telling me exactly what you’re trying to say?”
 
“I’m just saying, you’re pretty, you’re young, you’re over eighteen.”,
“Why don’t you just hitch a ride with some friends and get outta town for a bit?”
 
“You say that like I still have friends…”, Josie said rather dismissively.
 
“Have you REALLY eaten ALL of them?”, asked Jim.
 
“Most, yes.”, Josie admitted.
“The ones I haven’t tend to get scared of my dad.”
 
“Sheesh.”, said Jim, finding himself at a loss for words the first time the whole night.
“Tough guy?”
 
“Oh, he’s worse than tough.”
“I can handle tough guys just fine, but my father is something else. Ran my mother out of town after finding out I was a pred and ever since, he’s just treated me like I’m some damn animal he can keep in a cage. “No doing this!” “No eating that!” It’s just gotten exhausting at this point.”
 
“Well… why don’t you just… you know…”, Jim said nervously.
“Use your “talent” to your advantage and, uh… eat the guy?”
 
“I can’t just eat everything that makes me upset.”, Josie replied.
“Plus he’s my dad. I know, I hate him and he hates me, but I can’t just… EAT him like that. It just doesn’t feel right.”
 
“I get it, I get it…”
“I feel the same way, you know; about my parents? Not the “eating them” part, obviously, but they’ve been at my throats for as long as I can remember! You wanna know what I do to get away from it all?”
 
“Eat people.”, Josie answered.
 
“No!”, Jim replied, causing Josie to laugh.
“I dream. Dream about making it big, making out with the girl of my dreams and getting out of this dead-end town and never looking back.”
 
“That sounds lovely…”, Josie replied somewhat sarcastically as she laid back down on the floor, causing Jim to kneel down beside her before continuing.
 
“Hey.”, he said.
“You know what always cheers me up?”
 
“Depressing talks about our years in high school?”, Josie asked sarcastically.
 
“Even better.”, Jim said with a smile.
 
~~~
 
In his session of goofing off earlier, Jim had accidentally come across one of his favorite childhood past times; roller skating, and he was VERY happy to show off his skills of the skate to Josie
 
Carefully looking through 8-track after 8-track, Josie finally found the perfect one and slapped it into the nearest boom box; “A Flock of Seagulls”, it was called, and skipping ahead just one track ahead played one of her favorite songs of the eighties, “Space Age Love Song”.
 
“How’s a girl like you end up listening to stuff like this?”, Jim asked, moving to the music as he laced up his roller skates.
 
“Not sure.”, Josie yelled back over the music, subtly swaying her hips to the song as it played.
“Think I picked it up from an old babysitter of mine.”
 
“Lemme guess…”, Jim replied.
“You ate them and then suddenly gained an affinity for 80’s pop rock.”
 
“You know me so well.”, Josie said somewhat sarcastically.
 
“Hey, it’s only been a few hours!”, Jim said back.
 
“More like a few YEARS.”, Josie replied.
“I’m kind of a hard girl to miss; I imagine you might’ve picked something *URP* since we were in high school together-“
 
Josie was cut off as Jim flashed a pair of roller skates in from of her face.
 
“Oh, come on!”, she exclaimed.
“Those aren’t gonna fit-“
 
“Industrial-strength glue.”, Jim interrupted, showing off the undersides of Josie’s skates, coated in a thick green goo along their metallic bottoms.
“Aisle fourteen. Try ‘em on.”
 
After some hesitation, she decided to plop down on her fat ass and put them on, and while the metal did bend only a little bit, the skates surprisingly managed to hold her weight when she stood up.
 
“Have you ever been skating before?”, Jim asked.
 
“Not since I was a kid.”, answered Josie.
 
“Guess there’s no better time to learn, right?”, he quipped as he pulled Josie out into the aisle.
 
And just like that, they were off, skating and dancing down the aisles to their hearts’ delight.
 
While Jim was certainly having fun, Josie was in another WORLD of joy; it had been YEARS since she’d been lifted off her feet by, well, anything, so to be gliding along the floor, her long black hair blowing against the air as she rode past shelf after shelf, just made her feel so…
 
Happy.
 
Their happiness stopped however when, out of nowhere, two men walked out of an aisle they were just about to skate past, Jim knocking the first one into a shelf while Josie fell directly on top of the other.
 
The two friends recovered on the ground for a moment, quickly feeling better as soon as they looked at the two unconscious men lying at their feet…
 
And the gun that still sat in each of their hands.
 
Jim and Josie looked at each other.
 
Robbers.
 
~~~
 
Quickly running away before the crooks regained consciousness, Jim and Josie hid away in the dressing room, hurriedly shuffling into one of the open and creating quite the momentary problem for Josie; since her hips were too wide to go straight in, she had to quickly turn to her side, the door awkwardly wedging itself between her butt cheeks for a moment before both she and Jim made it inside and closed the door behind them.
 
“Let’s hide under the bench.”, Josie whispered before quickly diving to the floor, hiding under the seat in the booth with surprising speed.
“Do you want to get on top?”
 
Without thinking twice, Jim joined her, somehow finding himself pinned underneath the over-thousand-pound weight of the gluttonous pred, which, of course, wasn’t making a tense situation any more comforting.
 
“You’re on top.”, Jim got out through his squeezed lungs.
 
“Did you wanna be on top?”, Josie asked back, her normally horrific breath now inescapable as it stung Jim’s nose with the foul stench of stomach acids and the rotting corpses currently filling her insides.
 
“No, no; here’s fine.”, Jim replied back, trying his best not to gag at Josie’s breath before he felt a sudden pain jolt up his arm.
 
He turned to his side to see a combat boot standing atop the hand that he’d forgotten to pull underneath the bench; the bandit.
 
Jim began to cry out in pain before Josie clasped her hands over his mouth, her tactic working as the crook stood in his toes to peel over the stall door, only to see no one inside.
 
In the silence of the moment, however, one could hear Josie’s guts begin to gurgle and groan, the pred struggling to hold back gas as she felt her “friends” from earlier wanting out at a very bad time.
 
Lucky for both her and Jim, her internal distress seemed to go unnoticed, with the robber stepping off of Jim’s hand as he began to walk away out of the room.
 
“I think he’s gone in the back…”, Jim whispered as he shook his hand to help ease the pain.
 
“That’s great- Can you plug your nose really quick?”, Josie whispered back.
 
“What?”, Jim asked in response.
 
“Oh… could you just do it?!”, Josie asked again, a slight sound of desperation in her voice.
 
“Alright, alright…”, Jim replied, plugging his nose between his fingers.
“My nose is plugged.”
 
“Good…”, Josie groaned before letting out a rank-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-from her behind, filling the air around her with a light green mist that stunk with the foul smell of dead girl that filled her intestines.
“Sorry! I think the stress is just making me gassy-“
 
Before she could even finish her sentence, a rather loud-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-erupted from between her lips directly into Jim’s face; Josie cringed immediately.
 
“Sorry!”, she whispered.
 
“S’alright, s’alright…”, Jim said back, wiping his face clean while his other hand remained pinched firmly at his nose.
“Let’s just get out from under here and look around.”
 
“Right.”, said Josie, rather confused that Jim wasn’t actively doing anything.
“Well?”
 
“I’m kinda stuck underneath you-“, Jim groaned, clearly out of breath.
 
“Sorry, sorry.”, Josie apologized once more as she shuffled her way out from underneath the seat, somehow crushing Jim even further into the floor before finally rolling onto her back beside him, her entire body wobbling like jello as she came to a halt.
 
After marveling at the wonderful sight of a jiggling Josie, Jim rolled out from under the bench and joined Josie at the door of the stall…
 
Only to be met by the gun of the two robbers, their shirts pulled over their noses to help ward off the foul stench of Josie’s gas that still hung in the air.
 
“Going somewhere?”, said one of the men.
 
“Eh heh…”, Jim laughed nervously.
 
“Not anymore.”
 
~~~
 
“I have an idea.”, Josie whispered to Jim, the two burglars walking them through the store at gunpoint unable to hear them.
 
“Are you gonna eat ‘em?”, asked Jim.
 
“No, but-“, Josie began before Jim interrupted.
 
“What?!”, he exclaimed a bit too loud this time as the robbers finally caught on that they were talking.
 
“Shut up!”, one of them yelled, prompting the two to stay silent for a moment before whispering again, quieter than they had before.
 
“You got any other ideas?”, the pred whispered aggressively.
 
“Uh…”, Jim said deep in thought; even for a professional con artist like himself, he had to admit he was in quite the pickle right now.
 
“Look, just go along with whatever I’m doing, okay?”, Josie explained, to which Jim only nodded “yes” in response.
 
Cut to a few minutes later and Josie was putting her plan into action…
 
Riding atop a child-sized mechanical horse while the bandits (along with Jim) simply sat and watched her , her entire body jiggling subtly with every descent as her ascent was shortened ever so slightly with every guess she rode; guess these kids rides weren’t meant for someone damn near a thousand pounds.
 
“You guys don’t seem like you’re from around here.”, Josie said calmly to the two crooks.
“You just passing through or were you looking to stay the night?”
 
“What’s it to you, huh?”, the blonde one barked back, his low I.Q. somehow apparent in even his voice.
 
“Oh, nothing.”, Josie replied.
“Just seems odd that a couple of “experienced” criminals like yourselves would waste your time knocking over a no-name Target like this one.”
 
“It’s called practice, sweetheart.”, the black-haired one replied.
 
“Oh, practice!”, Josie exclaimed.
“Oh, sorry; I misunderstood. Were you two gonna be hitting up a Sears tomorrow or the Old Navy?”
 
Jim laughed at Josie’s joke; with the sudden rise of the two robbers out of their seats, Jim shut up.
 
“Nice one, lady.”, the blonde one continues.
“We work big games and big games only.”
 
“Big games, huh?”, Josie said intrinsically.
“Interesting…”
 
Before Josie could continue, the horse stopped, the silence already being broken by the metal slowly bending under her elephantine ass.
 
“Whoops.”, Josie said aloud.
“Any of you guys got any change?”
 
At the speed of lightning, all three men reached into their pockets to find some coins that would keep the show going; unfortunately for Jim, one of the crooks managed to find some first, a confident look in his eyes as he waltzed up to Josie.
 
“Hop on, big guy.”, Josie said seductively, the black-haired man not hesitating even the slightest as he jumped atop the back of the horse, only to slide right off and onto his ass due to a general lack of space atop the plastic pony.
 
Jim and the blonde-haired crook shared a laugh at the other’s folly, only to shut up promptly once the black-haired man brandished his pistol directly at both of them, not bothering to look them in the eye as he got back in his feet, walked toward the front of the horse and hopped atop it, his groin gently pressing against Josie’s pillow-soft gut.
 
“So you’re a pred, huh?”, the man asked.
 
“Mm hmm.”, Josie hummed back.
“What made you guess that?”
 
“I got my ways.”, answered the man.
“Plus a woman never gets this fat nowadays from eating at Jack in the Box.”
 
The crook ended his sentence with a light slap to Josie’s potbelly, releasing a small belch that traveled up the pred’s throat and directly into the crook’s face; instead of recoiling, however, the robber took a deep inhale and sucked the pred’s breath right up his nose, much to Josie’s surprise.
 
“Oh! Alright…”, Josie exclaimed.
“So you’re a vore freak?”
 
“Not necessarily.”,
“I just like a woman with your kinda…”
 
“Eating habits?”, Josie asked.
 
“Skills.”, answered the crook.
 
“Well, I could use a bit of help honing my skills…”, replied Josie.
“If you’d be interested, of course.”
 
“Sorry, lady…”, the blonde barked.
“Me and Nestor work as a duo; can’t work if there’s three of us.”
 
“Gil, shut up.”, Nestor barked.
“Now what were you saying about honing your skills?”
 
“Well, spending so much time in this town, I’m starting to run out of people to add onto my ass and my chest. I’m just getting SO FAT.”, Josie stated as she strummed the straps of her white tube top, causing her boobs to bounce with the slightest of jiggles.
“I was thinking I could skip town with you guys; help me get some meat on these skinny bones of mine.”
 
“Josie!”, Jim cried, getting up from his seat and prompting both robbers to point their guns in his direction.
 
“Watch it, pal!”, Gil yelled behind him.
 
“Josie, you can’t just run off with these guys!”, Jim said aloud, reaching for Josie’s hand before the pred
“What if something hap-“
 
“Jim, don’t worry!”, Josie said calmly, causing the crooks to back off.
“I’ll send you a postcard.”
 
At the end of the sentence, Josie slipped Jim a little wink; at that, Jim knew exactly what was going down.
 
Jim let go of Josie’s hand as Nestor and Gil dragged her by the arms to the back of the store, and not stopping until they made it back to their beat up car in the middle of the empty Target parking lot, opening the back door and jamming Josie inside.
 
With the two crooks in the front seats, the trap was set.
 
And was time for Josie to spring into action.
 
“Well, boys…”, she said.
“What do you say we get started on our plans right now?”
 
“On the eating?”, Gil asked.
“Sure! What’d you have in mind?”
 
“Oh, nothing much.”, Josie replied with a lick of her lips.
 
“Just the both of you.”
 
The car rocked back and forth as the two crooks were viciously eaten by the gluttonous pred, but not for long though; despite the weapons, eating the two crooks went as easy as drinking water to Josie, who calmly opened the front door and stepped outside, placing one hand on the car while the other rubbed her distended belly.
 
*UURRP*
 
“Well, that was easy.”, the girl said to herself before releasing another-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from between her lips, the pair’s guns flying out of her mouth and clacking onto the pavement, dripping wet with a thick layer of drool.
 
Wiping her mouth clean with her arm, Josie hitched up her pants and waltzed back to the store, her curvy body jiggling with every step as the crooks inside her stomach slowly fizzled away, soon to be digested into nothing but more fat for her figure just like the hundreds of others before them by this time…
 
~~~
The next morning…
~~~
 
Come the next morning and Officer Don was finally getting to investigating Jim’s Target after a long, LONG night of searching for both him and Josie McClellan.
 
“Jim?”, he whispered as he shuffled past shelf after shelf, gun drawn.
“Miss McClellan?”
 
After turning one last corner, Don lowered his gun and stared on in shock at what he saw.
 
“Holy shit…”, he said under his breath, which was certainly a… decent description of what laid before him.
 
A miniature mountain of shit, easily two or three times bigger than he was, was piled against the side of the aisle (the baby care aisle, weirdly enough); strewn throughout the mound of human waste were signs that, without a doubt, the FOOD that this crap once was was human as well.
 
Shoes, jackets and a multitude of shiny piercings laid amongst the dozens upon dozens of bones strewn about the massive pile, the innocent cop counting at LEAST five skulls visible on the surface.
 
In his looking, however, he noticed a stray paper laid a few feet away from the pile with something scribbled on it in pencil; upon taking a closer look, Officer Don scratched his head in confusion.
 
“In this pile are two men who tried to rob the store plus some girls that… didn’t matter?”, the cop read aloud.
“Yours truly, J. & J.”
 
As Officer Don was busy finding his criminals, a few kids were riding their bikes down the street halfway across town when a limousine stopped at the intersection just ahead of them; the kids all stood in wonder as out from the back seat popped Jim Dodge, the local trickster that the kids looked up to like a hero.
 
Jim, however, had some scores to settle with these kids. Because of course he did.
 
“Hey, Eli!”, he yelled towards one of the kids.
“Make sure I don’t catch you telling folks I’m the town liar again; my lady here’s got quite the appetite for kids I don’t like!”
 
Jim pointed back to Josie, who, despite standing next to a man uttering some mighty bold words, was looking a bit unsure of herself.
 
“Jim…”, she whispered into his eat.
“I don’t eat kids.”
 
“Yeah, but they don’t know that!”, Jim whispered back.
“I’m doing a bit; just try and go along with it.”
 
“Oh!”, Josie exclaimed quietly.
“Do you want me doing something?”
 
“Just try getting back in the car.”, replied Jim.
“I’mma see if I can’t show you off a little bit.”
 
Lucky for Jim, Josie was more than happy to oblige, resting her plush gut on his knee as she bent over and showed off the HUMONGOUS rear end currently packed away inside a pair of rather tight blue jeans.
 
“Yeah, see this?”, Jim asked the kids as he patted Josie’s ass, the slightest of touches sending the mountains of fat underneath the fabric jiggling as if the jeans weren’t even there.
“She’s got an entire football team packing these pants! Yeah, ever wonder what happened to your history teacher after she retired? Miss Sharpton? Yeah, my girlfriend here likes to call this her “sunset vista”. See lots of “full moons”, vacationing here…”
 
“And I’m ALWAYS looking for new tenants!”, Josie yelled as she turned back to face the children.
“ANY size will do.”
 
The pred took a playful chomp in the boys’ direction, causing Jim to (carefully) wrestle her back into the car.
 
“Down girl! Down!”, he exclaimed as he ushered Josie inside, making sure to give her rear a firm-
 
*SMACK*
 
-before closing the door behind her.
“Sorry about that, boys; I got a hard time keeping the reigns on her sometimes. Now remember to stay in school and don’t go lying about me again! And brush your teeth, especially YOU, Mikey!”
 
At that, Jim jumped back into the limo and the car drove off, leaving the kids rather confused about what had just happened and Jim and Josie absolutely dying, laughing hysterically as they fell into each other on their respective seats.
 
“I think we got ‘em.”, Jim said through the chuckles.
 
The two continued to laugh for a moment before Josie decided to speak up after things had died down.
 
“Thank you.”, she said with a smile.
 
“For what?”, Jim asked.
 
“For being so nice to me.”, Josie replied.
“Never in my life did I think I’d feel so… happy being around someone like you, but you really surprised me.”
 
“You really surprised me!”, Jim exclaimed.
“Here I was, thinking the closest I’d get to you was getting flushed down your toilet, and yet here I am, talking with you because I like doing it!”
 
“Like doing what?”, asked Josie.
“The talking?”
 
“Well, I talk all the time.”, Jim replied.
“It’s just that talking with you feels… different; I don’t know why.”
 
“Because I’m pretty?”, asked Josie.
 
“No…”, Jim said, scratching his chin in thought.
“It’s not that.”
 
“Because I can eat you?”, Josie asked again.
 
“No no…”, Jim said dismissively.
“Not that, either.”
 
“Well, what is it then?”, Josie asked jokingly before gasping.
“Jim! You don’t think it’s…”
 
“Oh, I think it is.”, Jim replied with a head nod.
“Oh, boy…”
 
At that, the two leaned closer and shared a passionate kiss, Jim leaning to his side and closing the window between the driver and them.
 
Hopefully the poor guy would still be able to drive with what was about to be going down right now.
 
Hopefully.
 
If not, Josie would be quite happy to show the clueless driver just how she became such a behemoth of a woman; she was a free woman now, and with that freedom came a new sense to do whatever, eat whoever, wherever!
 
Only this time, she had someone to share that sense with, and neither Jim nor Josie could’ve asked for anything more.