“Hi, this is Brie Larson and I’m here at the Craze headquarters in LA to do the Google Autocomplete Interview.”, the rotund actress said before releasing a raucous-
 
*BUUOORRP*
 
-from between her lips, tinging the air with the smell of broiling meats and acidic death that filled her insides at any given moment.
 
“Sorry; had some Mexican girl for lunch, like, an hour ago.”, Brie said casually as she waved the deathly odor away from her nose.
“Those ones always have a hard time agreeing with me.”
 
Only a moment later, the gluttonous actress was handed a foam board lined with pieces of paper stuck onto it with glue; upon ripping the first piece off, the first question of the interview was revealed.
 
“Who… is Brie Larson?”, the actress read aloud.
“Well, I’m ME. I’M Brie Larson, and if anyone says otherwise, they are wrong and should be penalized accordingly.”
 
*RIP*
 
“Who… does Brie Larson… want to eat?”, she read.
“Well, EVERYONE, first off; I would like to taste everyone on the PLANET if I could, but I think if I had to pick just one person, it’d be somewhere between Kat Dennings and Scarlett Johansson. I know that me eating Kat Dennings PROBABLY won’t happen, considering the show and everything, but ever since Scarlett’s been out of the job as Black Widow, I’ve been hearing some talks that they were looking to make her contract exclusive, so… If anyone from Disney is watching this…”
 
The actress winks to the camera; a few ladies behind the set moaned accordingly.
 
“You got my number.”, Brie said with a knowing smirk.
“Hit me up; would love to take Scarlett *SLAP* out to lunch, if you know what I mean.”
 
Brie emphasized her sentence with a lick of her lips and a slap atop of enormous gut, sending the layers of jiggling fat trembling like a wave across the vast expanse that was her stomach, undoubtedly upsetting its Latina occupant more had she not already been reduced to nothing but bone-filled slop bubbling inside the actress’ belly.
 
“Who… *UURRP* Excuse me. WHO was Brie Larson’s favorite meal?”, Brie read before pausing in thought.
“Ooh, that’s a hard one… I think it’d have to be this girl that was given to me as a birthday present from my dearest good friend Ashley Benson. She was this stripper that Ashley’d found over in San Luis Obispo, tied up with candy rope and covered in fudge, toasted peanuts and a couple cherries on top; came with a card that called her my “little sundae”, oh! Was SO cute! And she tasted great, too. I usually prefer my prey a bit more natural, but the chocolate and the peanuts just REALLY gave her a real nice flavor that I REALLY need to try more.”
 
While she could have gone on, Brie became distracted by a question being asked behind set; instead of getting up from her chairs and devouring the poor fool for taking up her valuable time, she decided to give him the benefit of a doubt and have him repeat his question to her.
 
“You mentioned that girl being sent to you as a gift from someone else.”, the crew member asked.
“Did you give her anything back?”
 
“Oh, I ate her, actually.”, Brie answered matter-of-factly.
“I kinda patted my stomach there as, like, a little sign; to kinda show you… where she went…”
 
“Any particular reason, or…?”, the crew member replied.
 
“Oh, I was just hungry.”, Brie explained before reaching for another paper.
“Doesn’t get much more complicated than that. Boop.”
 
Another paper is pulled.
 
“Who is Brie Larson… married to!”, Brie read before gently setting the board on the ground, the two chairs underneath her audibly groaning as she shifted her immense weight.
“I am married to this wonderful, charming, incredibly hostile but always welcoming man I call my stomach. Been together for thirty-one years; had a bit of a rocky start in the beginning, but now I think we’re both in a place now where we each kinda get validation from each other. It’s nice. Oh, and we’re swingers; we got new people coming in and going out literally all the time.”
 
A stray giggle from behind the set caught her attention.
 
“You like that one?”, Brie said with a smile as she was handed another board.
“I WISH I came up with that. I HAVE to have gotten it from somewhere; I forgot where.”
 
With another board in hand, the actress eagerly got back to the questions.
 
“What is Brie Larson… known for?”, she asked aloud.
“Well, I’m an actress, but judging from how these questions are going, I think that most people PROBABLY know me as a predator, so I guess I’d have to say both acting AND eating people but not at the same time… at least not on camera… yet.”
 
*RIP*
 
“What is Brie Larson’s… birthday! No, it’s what is my favorite snack; you guys are very adamant about my diet today.”, she said as she crumpled up the paper.
“Well, I’m mostly a predator, so I mostly just eat meat, and any NORMAL food smaller than a person, I’d probably consider a snack, so probably… a nice steak, maybe? Some bacon? I do like me some bacon. All of that cooked, of course; prey girls are the only kind of meat I eat raw.”
 
*PEEL*
 
“What… is Brie Larson’s real name?”, Brie read aloud.
“That answer lies at the bottom of my stomach; I got it engraved on a little plaque in there.”
 
At that, Brie pointed to her stomach, her insides audibly groaning in anticipation for more food as she did so.
 
“It’s DEFINITELY down there, and the only way you can find out… “, Brie said with a hearty slap of her gut.
“Is by getting in there and finding it your- *EURP* -self. Can’t promise I’ll let you back out, but sometimes you just gotta take risks in life; whoop!”
 
Another paper is ripped.
 
“What… is Brie Larson’s cup size?”, Brie said as she immediately tossed the board behind her.
“If I told you, I’d have to eat you. Sorry, not sorry; it's an industry secret. You ask about my cup size, you become my NEXT cup size; fun for me, a LOT less fun for you. Maybe. Unless you're into that kinda thing."
 
As the next board came, Brie immediately ripped off the first paper, hoping to change the subject; she never did like to brag about how easily she dispensed of her prey.
 
At least not as frequently as she was today.
 
“Can Brie Larson… sing?”, the predator read.
“No, but I have eaten quite a few people that could and I haven’t picked up anything from them… at least not yet. So the answer is no, I can’t, but I will definitely keep trying.”
 
*RIP*
 
“Can Brie Larson… eat people- okay…”, Brie said in disbelief before composing herself.
“Ask me that in public next time and I’ll show you that I very much can. To imply that I got this big from eating REGULAR food is kinda embarrassing, so I’ll give you this one, but next time; you’re going inside of me. And not in a sexy way, either; you will be digested… and it will be very painful… as long as it’s in my stomach… or in my butt… which just goes to the stomach anyway, through the intestines, but that’s whatever. You’ll die, is what I’m saying.”
 
Before she pulled the next paper, however, her mind got snagged on a random thought; one that she had to share with the crew.
 
“I actually heard unbirthing someone isn’t actually that bad.”, said the predator.
“I mean, yeah, they still kinda melt inside of you but I heard it’s a lot less painful. I dunno; I’ll have to look that up. It’s been a while since I’ve done it; the unbirthing, not being unbirthed, obviously. Can’t really ask anyone what it’s like AS it’s happening, so… yeah, I’ll have to look into that!”
 
*RIP*
 
“Can Brie Larson swim?”, Brie said as she crumpled up the paper and threw it to the ground.
“Not anymore. Once you hit that 500 pound mark, you kinda tend to SINK a lot more than you float and I passed five hundred pounds a VERY long time ago, so no, I can’t swim very easily anymore. I did try getting back into it with a swim coach a couple months ago… but let’s just say that I had her doing a very DIFFERENT kind of swimming in the, uh… in the sewers a couple hours after class…”
 
A few members of the crew audibly groaned behind the camera; a few others laughed, but the nervous look on Brie's face told most all it needed to.
 
“Is that gross? Is that T.M.I.?”, she asked.
“I don’t know; I never really think about it that much. I do know that with the way that her butt was absolutely DEVOURING the little latex short shorts she had on for the session, I knew I was going to eat her as soon as I saw her. Just got too tempting for me…”
 
*PEEL*
 
“Can Brie Larson… cook?”, read Brie.
“I’m not sure if this is, like, a “women in the kitchen” joke or if it’s a genuine question because yes, I can cook! Very rarely, I will put together these, like, Brazilian fried dumplings I found in a cookbook a couple years ago. They got, like, cream cheese and chicken and the whole thing is coated with Italian breadcrumbs; mmm, they are SO good! I’m usually a people kinda pred, prey girls three times a day at LEAST, but if I ever have some friends over that I’m not trying to eat at that particular time, I will have someone make those dumplings for us. That’s where it’s at.”
 
With the second board slid to the ground, Brie began peeling the first question on the next board as she carried on talking about dumplings or whatever; almost no one in the studio paying attention to HER was actually listening to what she was saying. Most were too busy staring blankly at the predator’s immensely curvy body.
 
Her massive breasts that showed off quite the healthy helping of cleavage thanks to the blue jacket/white shirt combo she’d chosen to wear today…
 
The inhuman gut that laid against Brie’s tree-trunk-thick thighs, radiating heat like a furnace as it casually churned away at what was left of its prey…
 
A few folks could’ve sworn they could actively see her hips getting wider, oozing across the poor chairs that sat underneath her elephantine rear end as her body sucked every nutrient it could out of the Mexican girl before jamming everything else into Brie’s intestines to be disposed of later.
 
Yes, the gluttonous actress was quite the sight to behold; a continuous diet of people making her fatter and fatter by the day certainly didn’t hurt in that regard. Of course, Brie never thought much of it, taking little time to acknowledge anyone staring at her as she proceeded with the interview, tearing paper off the next board she’d been given.
 
“Brie Larson… height.”, Brie said with a hint of satisfaction at being given such an easy question.
“Five foot nine; thank you for asking.”
 
*RIP*
 
“Brie Larson… weight! Oh, no; oh, no no no no!”, Brie said in fear for the asker.
“How old are the people asking this? Do you know? Because it CAN’T be very old. From MY experience, people who ask questions like THIS usually don’t live very long. You absolutely, positively, never ever EVER ever want to imply that a woman is fat straight to her face. At best, you’ll be insulted; at worst, you’ll be digested. It’s fine if I do it, it’s fine if my friends and I do it with each other, it’s kind of a term of endearment between us, but a stranger asking me about my weight? Yeah, pro tip; don’t ask a woman about her weight, ESPECIALLY if that woman is capable of swallowing you whole.”
 
*RIP*
 
“Brie Larson… Lady Gaga…”, Brie read in confusion.
“I have absolutely no idea what that means. Have I SEEN her? Because I have seen her, once, at the Oscars a year or two ago. We didn’t talk; we just kinda waved to each other for a second before she had to go someplace else. I wish we got to talk; she is absolutely GOR-GEOUS! Those boobs? Oh! The stuff of legends. I HAVE to know what she feeds those things.”
 
*PEEL*
 
“Brie Larson… husband.”, Brie said before tossing the board to the ground.
“We went over this. I am married to my appetite, but I’m sure if you were to hang around my bathroom if ever I’m busy, uh… dropping the kids off at the pool, you might find a wedding ring or two if you dig around in the, uh… the leftovers… Course, they’re not MINE, but… you get the idea.”
 
As she grabbed the next board, Brie thought for a moment before a sudden thought came to her head.
 
“Oh, and, uh, don’t follow preds into the bathroom.”, she retorted.
“It’s gross and you are VERY likely to wind up IN the very toilet that you’re looking to peep out, so unless you’re REALLY into having that happen to you, it’s best to leave us alone while we’re doing our business.”
 
With another peel, the last set of questions began.
 
“Has Brie Larson… won an Oscar?”, Brie read aloud.
“One for Room; I am looking to get another one fairly soon. I do hope I get that one sooner rather than later though, as the judges who determine who get the awards have consistently been some of the WORST prey I have ever put anywhere NEAR my body, let alone inside of it every single year I eat one of them. If any judges are watching this, please just give me an Oscar; eating you hurts me just as much as it is GOING to hurt you.”
 
As she ripped the next paper, another crew member chimed in to ask something.
 
“Do they ever get on you for that?”, he asked.
 
“They’ve got, like, a hundred people doing the votes!”, Brie replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“They can handle losing one or two a year; that’s like nothing!”
 
*RIP*
 
“How many prey can Brie Larson… hold at once?”, asked the actress in a pondering way.
“That’s a weirdly specific question. Um… it depends, because with breast vore, like, with my cleavage and all that, if you just shove someone in there, you can just immediately have them digested *SNAP* just like that, so I could be like BAM, BAM, BAM and just shove every person I see into my boobs, who knows. Honest answer: I think probably ten. Ten is probably the most I’ve had in me at once, but I’ve ALWAYS got room for more. I am looking to break that record wherever, whenever, so if you’re looking to help me do that, just give me a call.”
 
*PEEL*
 
“Does Brie Larson… sell nudes…”, the actress said rather dejectedly.
“Well, for all the money that you have, I can show you a lot MORE than just my nude, curvy, several-hundred-pound body. I’ll let you see the OUTSIDE, I’ll let you see the INSIDE, but wait, wait, wait; there’s more! This next part’s my favorite. If you take either the FRONT or the BACK entrance on your way in, you’ll also get a one-way trip directly through the LA sewer system on your way OUT completely free of charge. It’s a good deal, right? All’s you gotta do is ask me that same question in person, directly to my face, and I’ll walk you though the pricing right then and there. Sound good? Alright; moving on…”
 
As Brie moved to tear off the last paper, she noticed a few giggles coming from some members on the set; looking over to see what the commotion was, a smile crept up on her face when she saw that one of the female crew members currently had her hand up her skirt, jamming her fingers into her privates and ignoring all other senses as she thought about being the victim of the actress’ veiled threat to the camera, being mercilessly digested by such a gluttonous predator.
 
“Got her with that one, didn’t I?”, Brie asked to the crew’s amusement.
“I should honestly write them down someplace. When you hang out around all the preds they got down here in LA, you just hear every single line that these girls come up with and they are ALL just PERFECT. I wish I had some of my own, honestly…”
 
With one more rip, the last question for the evening was revealed.
 
“Did Brie Larson… EAT the cast of Agents… of Shield…”, the actress read.
“Not EVERYONE, but yes, I did eat a couple people from the main cast. They were great! Honestly, I can’t remember their NAMES too well cause I had a really big breakfast the next day and my mind was kinda on other things, but I remember one of them had big BOOBS, another had a big BUTT, one was all muscular… I think that was actually the first time I unbirthed somebody; it was AMAZING. Gained a couple hundred pounds, had fun doing it… Wait, what was the question again?”
 
A few chuckles were shared by the crew as the predator quickly read the question again.
 
“Did I eat the cast of Agents of Shield- Yes. Yes, I did.”, Brie said to the camera as she tossed the board to the ground.
“And I had a very fun time doing it. I’d say getting churned by me is a pretty solid 9/10 experience; you COULD do better, but the odds of THAT are pretty slim. So, uh… to all the viewers at home… feed your local pred. Or me. Yeah, feeding me sounds a lot better; let me eat you. Please. Let me gobble you up, devour you whole; all the good stuff. 0% turnover rate; everyone LOVES getting digested by me. The whole kit and kaboodle.”
 
~~~
 
“That was the interview…”, Brie said before trailing off.
“I already forgot the name of the show. Sorry, I just saw some girl walking by with these BIG freaking boobs just, like, in her hands and I’m honestly having a hard time thinking about anything else right now. Does she work here? She does? Do I have permission to eat her should I choose to do so? I do? You sure? Okay; I think I’ll be doing that, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be getting my dinner to go!”
 
“Bye!”